The next day, Song Guichen slept until dawn.

The cloak was completely covered on his body, but Du Qing's shirt was nowhere to be seen.

Even her pot is gone!

The alarm bell sounded in his heart, Song Guichen quickly put on his cloak, and walked out of the cave with a smoke, just in time to see Du Qingshan burning a fire, filling her iron pot with a pot of boiling steaming snow water, and was about to kill a pheasant.

Song Guichen immediately came to his senses and jumped to Du Qingshan's side.

"You caught it?"

"Nonsense, it's not who I am."

Du Qingshan replied as if he was answering a mentally retarded person, without looking at Song Guichen, and only concentrating on handling the pheasant in his hand.

The pheasant is agile and can catch the pheasant, it seems that there are a few brushes, Song Guichen couldn't help but glance at Du Qingshan.

However, Du Qingshan is obviously a novice in dealing with pheasants, I saw him holding the pheasant's neck with one hand, and stabbing the pheasant's neck with a sharp stone in the other.

"Tsk." Song Guichen stood beside him with his hands as if watching a play, "It's too cruel, you can give it a good time." ”

"Where's your scimitar?"

Song Guichen took out the scimitar that killed the chicken yesterday from his arms and gave it to him, Du Qingshan said coldly: "Don't forget to hide the knife in your arms when you sleep, are you afraid that people will rob you?" ”

"No, no matter what, I'm also a weak woman."

"Then it depends on whether you have sex to rob people."

"Why not, on the way to escape, almost all of them are men, I am a woman, although I am a little thinner, but I have everything, he is well raised, maybe he is also a beauty."

Ignoring Song Guichen's shameless boasting, Du Qingshan raised his knife and cut off the neck of the pheasant, and in an instant, the headless pheasant fluttered twice and died.

Song Guichen had the illusion that he was cutting himself, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

She diligently took the dead pheasant, scalded it in hot water, and quickly plucked the pheasant: "How about we cook a pot of chicken soup today?" ”

When it comes to cooking, of course, Song Guichen has the final say.

Du Qingshan nodded and added a few sticks of firewood to the fire.

Only then did Song Guichen notice that there was a pile of new firewood next to him.

"You're pretty busy this morning, and your fever has subsided?"

Du Qingshan has long been accustomed to her duplicity, obviously caring about herself, but she wants to ask with an inconsequential and indifferent attitude.

"Thanks to your cloak last night, the fever has subsided."

"Oh."

At this time, Song Guichen had already neatly disemboweled, cut and washed the pheasant, re-boiled half a pot of water, and put the chicken into the pot.

The two of them carefully watched the fire in front of the pot, and after a while, the delicious aroma of chicken came from the pot.

There is no salt or any seasoning, and the boiled food is naturally not as attractive as the aroma of roasting.

Song Guichen still had a few peppercorns on his body last night, but they were all used on the chicken last night.

However, the fragrance is mouth-watering enough for two people who have not eaten a full meal for two months.

The two of them fished out the chicken in the iron pot, and after a lot of turmoil, there was not even a drop of soup left in the pot.

"Roasted pheasant last night, cooked chicken soup today, don't be too happy this day." Du Qingshan was in a happy mood and squinted at the sun in the sky, "The sun is out." ”

Compared with the days when he was hungry not long ago, Du Qingshan felt that the current life was simply that only immortals could live.

"Hey, I've always been curious, were you a girl who used to cook on the fire? I've been carrying this pot like a baby. ”

"Can you drink hot chicken soup without this pot?"

"Then you're really a clever little ghost, and this rainy day kung fu is perfect."

Song Guichen was silent, she found that she had inexplicably woken up in the Kaifeng mass grave, and after she also entered this body, she had been preparing to go to Hangzhou.

For this, she has put a lot of effort into it.

She had only seen the soul crossing in the book, but she didn't expect it to appear on herself.

Since she came to this body, what about her original body? Is it occupied by the original owner of this body?

If her body is also taken possessed by others, will the Master find out that she is no longer her?

Song Guichen is in this world, the only person he cares about is the master, if he hadn't stayed in Fengle Building with the master that day, such a bizarre thing would not have happened......

"Hey, what do you want?" Du Qingshan interrupted Song Guichen's thoughts, "Eat and drink, it's time for us to hit the road." ”

"Departure, camping, departure...... You don't need so many words, you prefer to use the road, you have to keep it. ”

"I didn't think about it that much, you were too sensitive."

"You can do it!"

In the midst of the noise, the two cleaned up, put the remaining firewood into the cave, carried the pot and shriveled luggage, and continued to Hangzhou.

The southeast of China is beautiful.

The further southeast you go, the snow melts away from the mountains, replaced by mountains and green trees.

The mountain stream is murmuring, and there are bamboo bells, which are endless.

Hearing the familiar bell, Song Guichen knew that the main city of Hangzhou was approaching.

Since the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Buddhism is prosperous, the emperor advocates Buddhism and builds a temple tower quite a lot, and the concubine, the princess builds the temple tower in particular, so the Southern Dynasty temples are numerous.

The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu had a sigh of "four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain".

To this day, there are many temples hidden in the mountains and forests in the southeast of the country.

Song Guichen has listened to this melodious bell for ten years.

When she was a child, she roamed Jianghuai with her master, and when she was ten years old, she lived in seclusion with her master in the lonely mountain of West Lake, and listened to the bells of the lonely mountain meditation monastery for ten years.

At this time, hearing the bell from the mountain, Song Guichen looked up, faintly between the green mountains, revealing a little temple eaves, Song Guichen couldn't help but chant: "Outside the cold clouds on the platform, Zhong Qiqing knocked on the water and stones." ”

"Is this your master's work again?"

"Not bad." Song Guichen was in a good mood and said a few more words to Du Qingshan, "When I was a child, I traveled to Jianghuai with my master, passing through Shuzhou Valley Temple, and my master wrote such a poem. ”

Saying that, she recited the whole poem and sighed lightly: "I was still young at the time, and I didn't know the artistic conception in the poem. ”

"It seems that your master is really a strange person."

Song Guichen said with a smile: "But Master often says that he is just a vulgar person among the vulgar." ”

"Since ancient times, the true hermit of strange people will never call himself a strange word."

Song Guichen cheekily accepted Du Qingshan's praise for his master, and pointed to the urban areas lined up at the foot of the mountain: "After going down the mountain, it will be Hangzhou, do you have a place to go in Hangzhou?" ”

After getting along for more than a month, she also knew that Du Qingshan was not an ordinary person, and he did not come to Hangzhou to take refuge.

It's just that Song Guichen is bent on returning to Gushan so that he can find out about the soul crossing on his body, so he has no intention of being curious about other people's affairs.

Asking such a sentence is just for the sake of his hunting these days, and he cares about it.

Du Qingshan said: "If I have nowhere to go, will you take me in?" ”

"Of course not!" Song Guichen didn't think about it, and refused directly, "You have been eating and drinking with me for more than a month, and you still want to stay, it's so beautiful." ”

"Alas, then I am so pitiful, and I am alone again, and I have nowhere to go."

Song Guichen naturally wouldn't be soft-hearted because of his pretense of pitifulness, and when he entered the city, he snatched his luggage, said goodbye to Du Qingshan, and said chicly: "Let's say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye." ”

"Huh." Du Qingshan looked at her running back in shock, as if she was afraid that she would catch up.

In desperation, he had to wave his hand and shout:

"We'll see you again!"