Shen Fan tried not to make up for the brain circuit of the snake demon girl, and explained stubbornly: "Look up yourself, if it is early in the morning, it should have entered the night, but although this fog obscures part of the vision, it can still be determined that it is daytime, at least visually." ”

When the snake demon beauty heard this, she reacted, and waited for her big eyes to look up at the sky stupidly.

Actually, very early on, I was like pressing a bright lamp in a cave, but I asked a lot of demons, and they all said that it was so expensive that only those big demons could afford it, and I didn't know how much it would cost to press a lamp with such a bright sun. ”

The snake demon girl said as she snapped her thin fingers and calculated this inexplicable price formula.

Even Shen Fan, who already had a certain understanding of the brain circuits of monsters, sighed that he couldn't stand it anymore. [Can't afford to provoke, is this the gap between not going to school?]

"Donor, the road is slippery on rainy days, do you want to buy an umbrella to cover it. ”

This sudden sound scared the two of them, especially the snake demon girl who exaggerated her little buttocks and circled around the tree, "Ghost, there is a ghost, save the snake, I'm going to be caught to make medicinal wine, I'm going to cum quickly." ”

Shen Fan hurriedly grabbed the snake demon girl and looked vigilantly in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw a solemn monk, wearing a robe of golden silk thread, with a dragon and snake Zen staff in front of him, and a somewhat faded copper bowl in his hand, looking at least eighty years old.

Shen Fan cautiously stepped forward, in this wilderness, trapped by a strange fog, a big monk suddenly appeared, to say that there was no problem, he was the first to not believe it, "Liao Zhai" is not so absurd.

Shen Fan asked vigilantly: "Master, what are you doing here alone? Are you a senior monk of Jinshan Temple? How far is it from here to Jinshan Temple?"

The snake demon girl was still in a state of fright at the moment, and was held by Shen Fan on her waist with one hand, and it took a lot of effort to make her try to keep her quiet.

The great monk didn't seem to hear Shen Fan's question, so he said to himself: "Donor, the mountain road is difficult, the spring rain is still icy, if you don't cover it, it is easy for typhoid fever to enter the body." As he spoke, the great monk took out a tattered oil-paper umbrella from his arms.

Shen Fan is now concerned about how to meet Xiaojin, only this rain, he is used to it.

"Master, we just want to go to Jinshan Temple, you should keep this umbrella for yourself, we are young and strong, don't worry, when you are so old, don't get caught by the rain." ”

The great monk's expression changed, a trace of entanglement leaked from the original solemn face of the treasure minister, and his tone became a little impatient: "Yes, yes, this umbrella is a must, how can you not use an umbrella when it rains?"

Shen Fan saw that this great monk was so stubborn, and he was alone in this wilderness, he was afraid that his brain was not very good, and the vigilance in his heart was slightly lowered, and he couldn't bear to refuse again, and said: "Okay, how do you sell this umbrella master? How much does it cost? I went out in a hurry, so I brought more than 20 coins." ”

When he went out this time, Shanyin was mysterious, and he didn't say what he was doing, so Shen Fan had to put all his deposits in Zuiyueju, and he didn't even dare to deposit them in the bank, for fear of freezing him.

Now the more than 20 one-dollar coins on his body are the same ones he used last time he beat the little black man, just in case, he always has them with him.

The great monk held the umbrella in both hands, got up and solemnly handed it to Shen Fan, the look on his face finally eased a little, but his tone was more urgent: "The word fate, a thousand gold is hard to find, it is yours, it is yours after all." ”

The great monk directly stuffed the umbrella to Shen Fan, but suddenly said that he didn't want money, which made Shen Fan a little suspicious that he had met a liar.

But the moment Shen Fan touched the umbrella, countless images suddenly flashed in his mind, forcibly stuffed into his mind as if watching a movie, accompanied by an unfamiliar monologue.

...

When Shen Fan realized that something was wrong, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

It is still the scenery of West Lake, but some places have changed a lot, but the broken bridge, West Lake, and the scenery on both sides of the river have not changed much.

"What's wrong with me? Why can't I move? It's raining again? I wonder this hand isn't mine..."

Shen Fan tried to control his body, but this body was not under his control at all, and he still acted in his own way, as if his consciousness lived in someone else's body, and he could only watch quietly.

The rain was still falling, and a brand-new oil-paper umbrella was held up by this strange hand.

Shen Fan felt his gaze wandering back and forth by the river, as if looking for something.

In the distance, on the surface of the lake, a vague shadow was heading here.

The rain was so heavy that it blocked most of the view, Shen Fan couldn't see it very clearly, and it felt like it should be a very old-fashioned fishing boat.

Finally, when the boatman landed, an elderly man wearing a cloak asked with a smile, "You scholar, what are you doing here if you don't go home in such a heavy rain?"

When Shen Fan didn't know how to answer, an unfamiliar voice came out of his mouth: "Old man, this rain came suddenly, I want to go to Qiantang Gate, can you give me a ride." ”

Shen Fan was stunned by this familiar scene and dialogue, but the direction of the plot did not stop and continued.

The old man smiled and said: "If you go to Qiantang Gate, you can also stop by the way, it just so happens that I have two guests here, I ask if you don't mind, come up." So saying, the old man went into the cabin.

Shen Fan felt that his gaze was moving with the old man, but he only saw a curtain of gauze tents, and only three vague figures could be seen.

The wait did not last long, and soon the old man came out: "All right, come up." ”

Shen Fan felt the muscles on his face move, and then there was a clumsy 'climbing' boat, even if he used to be like him, he was not so stupid, like a sick seedling, so weak.

When Shen Fan came to the cabin, he found that the two guests were women.

The owner of this body, that is, the scholar, hurriedly ran out, and he didn't even have time to shake off the rain on his clothes.

The old man outside saw that the scholar had just entered and ran out again, still standing outside with an umbrella, and asked suspiciously, "Why did you come out again?"

The scholar looked a little overwhelmed and stammered, "Old man, you... Why didn't you tell me that this ship... In the boat... It was two female guests. ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "You scholar, you are really a nerd, other people's families almost don't have this chance to set up, but you still take the initiative to run out." ”