The early morning in front of the temple is always noisy and noisy.

The large open space in front of the temple gate was already full of all kinds of morning shops, and many fishermen who went out early to fish docked their boats in the evening pond, ate a steaming breakfast, shouted and shouted, and supported the boat to go away.

Shen Yushan finished breakfast, and in the eyes of his uncle and aunt who were pleased that he could come out of the shadows, he once again picked up the bookcase, walked through the crowd, walked down the stone steps, and faced the evening pond.

"Where's the old man?" Shen Yushan called out to two young fishermen who were sitting on the bow of the boat, eating breakfast and chatting about the sky.

Two fishermen, one with short hair, the other with long hair.

The fisherman, who had cut his short hair, said, "Old man? I don't know, I haven't seen him in a few days. ”

"Really? Thank you. It's convenient to take a boat to Zhushan, and I can pay the boat fare. Shen Yushan asked.

"I'm sorry, let's meet today to go downstream to fish, not upstream."

Shen Yushan said strangely: "I remember that the old man mentioned that the fish upstream are fat, why do you go downstream?" ”

The fisherman who cut his short hair said again: "I don't know, I heard that several fishermen have disappeared upstream recently, and they can't see anyone alive or dead, who would dare to go upstream." I heard that the lake bandits in Reed Pond are here again. ”

"Oh, really?" Shen Yushan's eyes suddenly lit up, the lake bandits who kill people without blinking, I don't know if they can earn a merit cloud for him, they are much easier to kill than monsters.

The Shen family is a family with thin family resources in the town, Shen Yushan is willing to give more silver, and soon there will be fishermen who give up today's fishing and carry the teenager upstream, although Zhushan is upstream, but it is still far from the place where those fishermen disappeared, and the escort team has recently arranged many people to patrol that area, and there is no need to worry about safety.

Seeing Shen Yushan's boat disappear at the fork in the river, the fisherman who tied up his hair pulled the people around him and reproached: "How can you deceive Shen Erlang, that is obviously not a lake bandit, I heard that it is a zombie, a zombie who eats human flesh." ”

The fisherman with his short hair shook his head and sighed, "You are not happy to say that you are a rectum." You can also see the excitement of that day, Shen Jia Erlang has a few tricks, I am afraid to tell him about the zombies, the young man is not afraid of the tiger, and he is not sure to break into the zombie formation. This evening pond under our feet is still dug by the Shen family with silver, we lean the boat here, and we don't accept a penny of silver, we can't try to be quick for a while, and hurt Shen Erlang. ”

The fisherman who tied up his hair gave a thumbs up and couldn't help but admire: "It's really yours." ”

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The boat sailed to the water dock at the foot of Zhushan.

Along the way, Shen Yushan found that there were several escort boats guarding here, and occasionally a few fishing boats wanted to go upstream to cast their nets, but they were all persuaded to go back one by one, no wonder the two fishermen refused to come.

After paying the money, Shen Yushan climbed the stairs and soon walked into the Bamboo Forest Book House.

In the bookstore, there were already three or two students, who were fiddling with a game of dominoes, someone walked in, looked up and saw that it was not Mr. Qiao Ru, so he lowered his head and continued, and suddenly stopped, a few faces You look at me, I look at you, looking at each other.

The person who came in was Shen Yushan, Shen Yushan, who carried his wife away on the wedding night. I heard that Tie Xinlan was very valued by the elders in the Gu Immortal Sword Sect, and if he returned to Qiao Town after going down the mountain in the future, how should Shen Yushan deal with it.

These people, with me, feel that when the time comes, they will abandon their wives and return to their hometowns, and they will have to teach immortal arts, and they are still mediocre people nested in a small water town, so I am afraid that life is better than death.

Therefore, a few people silently packed up the dominoes, opened a book, and the needles in the book room could be heard in an instant, and it was extremely quiet.

Shen Yushan faintly felt a few eyes on him, and the charm of his eyes was very complicated, either sympathy or pity, and even a few people were always scolded by Mr. and Shen Yushan was always praised, so he couldn't help but gloat.

Shen Yushan calmly dealt with it, only the slight coolness of his fingertips touching the book paper.

"Yushan, you come out for a while."

Mr. Qiao Ru appeared in front of the bamboo house at some point, and when he saw several students seriously flipping through the books, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then called Shen Yushan.

Shen Yushan walked out of the bookstore.

"Let's go, Mr. will take you ......" Qiao Ru grabbed Shen Yushan's wrist and was about to walk forward, but suddenly paused, and a trace of surprise flashed on his face.

Shen Yushan waved his hand in front of Mr. Qiao's eyes, and found that Mr. Qiao Ru seemed to be in a daze, and asked tentatively, "Sir?" ”

"Oh, it's okay, you can go back to school." Qiao Ru withdrew his hand and motioned for Shen Yushan to go back to study.

The second monk of Shen Yushan was puzzled and was about to go back, but he remembered something, so he said: "Sir, my neighborhood is very lively, students want to find a place to calm down and study, there are many empty rooms in the Bamboo Forest Book House, I don't know if I can ...... it."

Qiao Ru waved his hand and said, "Even if you live in, you don't need to bring anything, I will prepare everything for you." ”

Shen Yushan said happily: "Mr. Xie, but my uncle and aunt are ......."

"I'll write a handwritten letter when I go back, and you can bring it back after class, thinking that they won't and don't want to delay your studies."

Shen Yushan nodded with satisfaction and said seriously: "Then it couldn't be better." ”

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Without further ado, Shen Yushan went home and handed over Mr. Qiao Ru's handwritten letter to his uncle and aunt, and Qingmei packed his bags.

The next night, the boy checked into the Bamboo Forest Book House.

With a sense of sacred ritual of the first experience, Shen Yushan fasted three meals a day, bathed and cleansed, and then opened his bags and turned out two old clothes from the deepest part.

A robe, a robe.

Shen Yushan pondered for a moment and put on his robe.

Stroking the Taoist robe with the palm of his hand, Shen Yushan couldn't help but feel guilty, after the elder brother who went to Shangqingguan to be a little Taoist boy, the second grandchild of the Shen family resolutely embarked on this road of no return for cultivating immortals.

When Shen Yushan exchanged half of the remaining wonderful lifespan for the qualification of cultivating immortals, and was able to ask the immortal gate, the young man's Dao heart was already as solid as a rock.

He still remembers the bold words he made in front of Yang Zui, and he never dared to forget: to break the idea of cultivating immortals in the world.

Empty the bookcase and simply pack up some things, money, flour, water, a change of clothes, and some bottles and cans, realgar wine to avoid snakes, white gall powder to heal injuries, ropes for rock climbing, and a bunch of drawings drawn by the pen of chicken blood under the guidance of Yang Zui, and so on, as well as prepare as much as possible.

picked up the bamboo flute resting at the head of the bed, and then turned out the long sword that he bought from the bottom of the bed, tied up his hair in a bun, wore a hat on his head, and carried the bookcase, and the young man fled in the starry night.

Walk quickly to the water dock at the foot of Zhushan, Shen Yushan, who has lived in Qiao Town since childhood, is very skillful in boating.

The murderous heart is sufficient, and the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Kill tonight.