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As soon as Yan Chun delayed with them, it was all over the place, and they were carriages, so it was still very difficult for him to chase them. The sun was setting in the west, and Comrade Yan Chun suffered a big loss. In the past, there has always been a handlebar to lead the way, no matter how difficult it is, there is also a leading tour guide, but now that they are alone, the night has begun, and their purpose now is to go to Yingzhou Mansion to vote for Feng Haiyan's eldest brother Feng Haixiang. Yan Chun had heard the handlebar style say that it would take at least two days to get to Yingzhou Capital, and they should have arrived at Xiaoyang Village and Town now. Yan Chun couldn't help but feel a little sad. When I came to this strange era, my eyes were full of mountains and dense forests. And at this time, those fierce beasts and tigers must be ruthless. He was not afraid, but he was a little afraid of the night. Hungry in the stomach. There was dry food on the car, which was to fill everyone's stomach when they were hungry and could not find a village. The idea is still handlebar-style.

Seeing the corpses on the side of the road, Yan Chun still found a pit for a few people and put them in. Cover with weedy branches. He knew that this was Hai yes's handiwork, and this Hai Ming looked like a rich second generation, but in his heart he was an out-and-out master. This is the best person can say about him.

It's been a sunny day for a month, and even the spring water from the mountain stream has dried up occasionally. Fortunately, this is a place with high mountains and dense forests, and the water flowing from the cracks in the rocks is enough to drink. Yan Chun took the BMW he got from the Mongolians just now, walked all the way, and found the ant-sized light on the mountain in the distance by starlight according to their guidance. Yan Chun no longer had any doubts about buying, and directly turned over on the horse's back. Running towards the distant light. Turn three cols and walk through two bends. Yan Chuncai went up halfway up the mountain and appeared at the gate of the temple. The light came through the window of more than two meters.

The light came through the windows inside, and naturally there were people living in it. Yan Chun thought about it, and shouted three times at the door: "Is there anyone?"

No one answered. Yan Chun couldn't help but ponder: "There are no people, but there are lights here, what an evil door!" Yan Chun muttered to himself, but still stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

What puzzled Yan Chun was that the back of the temple was still intact, and the first half was lost. And this light is emitted from the oil lamp produced by the Bodhisattva's face. Under the oil lamp, a man in an off-white scribe's shirt is reading a book at the destination, with a scribe's scarf on his head.

Yan Chun was taken aback: "Why don't someone speak?" Didn't you hear me just now? ”

The man looked up at Yan Chun, but still didn't move: "Why should I pay attention to you?" I ignored you, and now you don't come in the same way? ”

These words blocked Yan Chun unwell: "I knocked on the door just now, you shouldn't have made a sound, I thought it was that person who lit the sesame oil and sprinkled it, and you ran away early?" ”

Reason goes all over the world; If you are unreasonable, you have to give yourself a reason. Yan Chun thought so, how could he not let him think of himself as a person who had no reason to break into the human house at will. Now it is a dilapidated mountain temple, and if you go to the village, you will not rush into it early. Yan Chun thought of a reason for himself and comforted himself.

"I didn't hear that." The scholar in his thirties said unceremoniously: "Even if I hear it, I don't need to answer you, do I?"

That's what Yan Chun said when he heard that the other party's Yu Feng didn't look like he was at a loss, so he didn't want to answer this person. Looking around, is there really anything else? And there is an old table for offerings, and on either side of the table are two chairs of the Eight Immortals. At this time, the scholar in his thirties was also reading a book on a chair, but he only looked up at the scholar. I don't think about it.

Yan Chun was very bored, so he sat in another chair and looked at the scholar in his early thirties holding a book in his hand. I wanted to talk to him, but I thought of moving a soft nail just now, which didn't give people face at all. I had to do it. But his eyes were looking around.

"You're such a weird man? I entered the place where others were cultivating, disturbed others' cultivating, but I didn't say a word, so I learned how to behave in the Ming Dynasty? The man looked up at Yan Chun's side face.

At this time, the fragrance of sweet potatoes came out of the corner on that side. Yan Chun's hungry "cooing" sounded. It was uncomfortable, and I ate a piece of oil card cake at noon. I haven't had anything in my mouth for hours, and I'm hungry.

"Brother Ren, are you working so hard? Even in this case, don't forget to read the text? Yan Chun thought about it, how can I get closer to the relationship between the two, or wait for a while when this guy eats sweet potatoes, there is no share of me, and now that the two of them are familiar with talking, there will be no share of me to eat sweet potatoes when the time comes, do you want to go?

"At that time, the people of the Ming Dynasty still had to pay attention to poetry and books." Thousands of wears, but sycophants don't wear. Yan Chun's shot was very upside down, and the head of the student was raised. Take a look at Yan Chun: "Where are you from?" How can our Ming Dynasty have hair like yours? ”

Alien, absolutely alien. Yan Chun has no choice, his hair hasn't been combed for a month, and it's enough. Compared to the long hair of the Ming Dynasty, he is really a weirdo. I was a little unwilling, but I was mistaken for a Mongolian Tatar, which was still uncomfortable.

Yan Chun argued: "You are wrong, brother, my hair was cured by cutting off a tumor on my head last year, and now my hair has not grown." ”

Yan Chun clearly heard the man talk about his long hair, and when he saw the man's face, he also felt that this person was fair-skinned, but he was proud of his conversation. It's not like those who are young. Say whatever you want, and have a slight affection for him. He has a good appearance, white skin, and two whiskers on his lips.

"You're going to talk to me this time, it's just that you're hungry and want to think about a few sweet potatoes I baked." When the man said this, there was an extra layer of ridicule in his eyes. Laughing from the heart, this point makes Yan Chun have no way to compare.

"How can it? I've eaten it. Yan Chun was broken by humanity, but in his heart, he complained about this scholar in his early thirties, that is, he had to fight for this breath no matter what today, and if he didn't eat for a day, he wouldn't starve to death, not to mention that he didn't eat all night.

"Well, stay a minute, you'll have to watch while I'm eating. If you're kind enough to me, I'll give you a sweet potato and a half, and now it seems that this sweet potato and a half can be saved. ”

Yan Chun said a little unconvinced: "When did I come to you politely, I have been polite?" ”

"I can see that you have a complaint against me." The clothes of a thirty-year-old scribe were gorgeous, the most expensive of those on the market.

Yan Chun felt that this scholar was a rich and noble person from the scholar's conversation.

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(To be continued)

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