A few cyan maple leaves suddenly fell from the sky, breaking through the sword qi that Liu Sheng hated.

When Ye Mushen saw the comer, his mood became more and more gloomy.

Was the town opened or struck by lightning?

Why do all the people who want to see and don't want to see come here?

……

……

Ye Mushen carried the picture scroll on his back, followed the snow fox, and slowly walked on the alley of Chuji.

The scene on the picture scroll has long been remembered by him.

The stone pavement was extremely uneven, winding endlessly into the distance.

The more Ye Mushen walked, the more he felt that something was wrong.

It's too remote, isn't it?

And it doesn't look like a ferry port in front of you.

After crossing a narrow stone bridge, passing several empty ruined houses, a small hill in front of it.

Ye Mu ginseng really hurts a little braincase.

If it weren't for the fact that the snow fox was usually quite spiritual, he would definitely turn around at this time.

Climbing over the small hill and inhaling the smell of wet grass all the way, Ye Mushen was already a little impatient.

When you see that guy, you have to count him down.

It's not a good habit to hide in remote corners everywhere you go.

The drizzle was falling again.

There happened to be an abandoned Taoist temple nearby, and Snow Fox cleverly scurried into it.

Ye Mu Shen also walked quickly to the slightly shabby eaves.

Gently shaking the few fallen leaves on his shoulder, Ye Mushen looked at the rain outside and was a little worried.

I don't know why, he hasn't always liked rainy days.

Although the Taoist temple is desolate, it is not dirty, and there are still some offerings in front of several Taoist statues.

Ye Mushen just casually glanced at the entrance of the temple twice, and did not step into the view.

The relationship between the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism has not been very good, and this Taoist temple was built so close to the Haitian Sumeru country, and decay is normal.

But it is clear that this Taoist temple has not fallen to the point of complete oblivion.

The snow fox stole a fruit from the Taoist temple and nibbled on it contentedly.

Ye Mushen looked at the rain curtain outside, not knowing what to think.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and he heard a crisp and jumping sound.

Following the prestige, there was a string of wind chimes hanging in the corner of the eaves.

The wind chimes look ordinary.

But it's not so ordinary.

Under the seven bells, the ends of each copper wire are folded into the shape of a maple leaf.

The wind chimes have been beaten by the wind and rain for a long time, but in short, the copper wires have grown embroidery spots, showing a sparse and dry color.

Ye Mushen looked a little distracted.

Taoism is not as strict as Buddhist temples, but it is always quiet, how can there be such a string of wind chimes?

But he couldn't say why, and he felt like he had seen this string of wind chimes somewhere......

The sound of wind chimes and the whimper of the snow fox summons him back to reality.

Ye Mushen blinked, and the guy who appeared in front of him at some point seemed to be aware of his existence at the same moment, and turned around and left in shock.

"Ling ......" Ye Mushen instinctively called his name, but was silenced the moment he made a sound.

The rain outside was heavier than before; Ye Mushen didn't care about this, and strode into the rain.

The vision is slightly blurry.

The figure of that person was incomparably clear.

Probably hearing footsteps behind him, Ling Shang reluctantly stopped.

He held the umbrella and did not turn around, but tilted his head slightly.

Yemu was less than a step away from participating in him.

The feeling of being soaked all over is worse than drowning.

No, the reason for the discomfort is not the embarrassing rain.

It's the person in front of him, who knows that he is waiting for him to turn around, but he doesn't even want to turn back.