Gu Wen asked the old man to drive the donkey cart, left the avenue and went straight to the mountain road of Jialan Temple.

At the foot of the mountain, there is still half of the mountain gate, and you can vaguely see the grand occasion of the Jialan Temple in those years.

Gu Wen got out of the car and came to the mountain gate, stroked the remaining stone pillars, and sighed:

"The wind is always blown away by the rain and the wind. ”

Now Gu Wen's musician level has reached level 38, which is already a master level in this life. Gu Wen slapped the stone pillar with his hand to the beat, and sang in a low voice:

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world. The dream is cold, and there are a few love debts in a lifetime.

If you default to life and death, wait for the rings of the year.

How many layers of Futu Pagoda has broken, whose soul has been broken? The pain went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed.

Let me wait for history to turn around, and wait for the mellow wine for you to play a song of guzheng.

The rain is deep in the old hometown, and I heard that you are always alone.

The mottled gates of the city are entrenched in the roots of old trees, and the stone slabs reverberate with a wait.

The rain is deep in the old hometown, and I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village, and fate took root in us.

Listening to the laughter of youth envy many people, the history is too gentle and unwilling to write.

Fireworks are easy to cold and easy to separate, and you're asking me if I'm still serious.

After a thousand years, who is still waiting?

If you have passed through the door in your previous life, follow Hongchen and follow me for a lifetime

The rain is deep in the old hometown, and I heard that you are always alone.

The mottled gates of the city are entrenched in the roots of old trees, and the stone slabs reverberate with a wait

The rain is raining, the grass and trees are deep in the old hometown, I heard that I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village, and fate took root in us.

Fate takes root in us, and Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity. ”

Gu Wen deliberately used the tone of the Blue Star Perimeter Lun in his previous life, with a RAP style, and his words were vague and slightly sad.

After singing a song, I listened to a group of stupid passers-by. Even the ears of the half-demon green donkey drooped.

Lao Fang sighed and said: "I have been in the You family for decades, and I have listened to a lot of famous songs, but I have never heard this kind of song or tune. It's amazing! I wonder what the name of this song is?"

"Jialan Rain"

The caravan drifted away. After listening to the stupid passers-by, they came back to their senses one after another, and couldn't help but discuss:

"Who is this boy, who sings so well?"

"I just heard the coachman say that it was the You family. Could it be that the young master of the You family in the capital? I know that the You family can make money, and I have heard of it for the first time when I can sing. ”

""Jialan Rain" is so wonderful, but I can't hear the words clearly, which is a bit of a pity. ”

"That boy sang like this on purpose, don't you think it's more in line with the current environment?"

"That's it. It's really enjoyable, but it's a pity that I only listened to it once. ”

"Why do I think that when this song is sung, the ruined temple on the mountain suddenly becomes so attractive?"

"I feel the same way, why don't we go up and dig a grave at night and see if we can dig out "A Chinese Ghost Story" or something?"

"This is Jialan Temple, not Lanruo Temple!"

"It's the same, not all temples, and they all have a blue letter......"

In the midst of the admiration, among the passers-by, there was a traveler who was dressed ordinarily and looked ordinary, except for two travelers with big black circles, frowning, and writing and drawing on the booklet with a thin pen.

Someone was curious to see what he had written, but the traveler was very alert, and hastened to put away the pamphlet, and began to walk in the direction of the donkey cart.

Gu Wen looked at the traveler from afar, couldn't help but smile, and whispered to himself:

"The three important things of the journey: eating, sleeping, and playing thirty-seven, and today I have completed two-thirds of them. ”

It turned out that this ordinary traveler turned out to be Xiang Thirty-seven, the captain of the Inner Guard.

Since Gu Wen left the barracks, Xiang Thirty-seven began to secretly follow. On the one hand, monitor and protect, and on the other hand, record Gu Wen's words and deeds along the road and report them to the internal government for the record.

The training in the inner government was very brutal, and the reserve guards had to undergo various special training before becoming official guards, including hand-to-hand combat, equipment, grappling, reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance, tracking and anti-tracking, ambulance and drug use, disguise and makeup, interrogation, ventriloquist shorthand, lock-picking and prison breaking, and so on.

Usually, one of the ten carefully selected reserve guards can become a full-fledged Praetorian Guard, which is a good result.

At least five of the remaining nine died, two were crippled, and the last two became insane.

Xiang Thirty-Seven can become the captain of 100 people, and his skills are among the best.

Because it is "secret", Xiang Thirty-seven follows all the way, constantly changing roles, and each role can hardly see flaws.

It's a pity that Gu Wen has a talent for systems, and he easily discovered the fact that he was being followed along the way.

Although the hierarchical identity of the stalker is not visible. But everywhere I went, I could always see a mysterious person with a '??' head in a group of ordinary people.

One moment it was a merchant, another it was a postman, and another it was a tea stall guy.

Once Gu Wen even saw a tree on the side of the road, and there was a "??" hanging on the top of his head.

As soon as he came and went, even if Gu Wen was naïve, he knew that there was a master following him.

As for how tall this master is?

Once Gu Wen used "Flower Grafting" to turn himself into a level 92 warrior for fifteen minutes, he still couldn't tell the level of this person. In other words, this person is a top master above level 93.

Speaking of which, Gu Wen also knows many top masters, but these masters are either marshals or generals, and it is absolutely impossible for them to leave their army and run to protect Gu Wen.

As for whether the master was sent by the enemy, Gu Wen easily judged that it was impossible. If a top master of this level wants to kill Gu Wen, it is a matter of one knife and one shot, and there is no need to hide.

Under the cocoon, the only one who meets the requirements is the Inner Mansion Guard Xiang Thirty-seven, who has met twice.

Gu Wen also roughly guessed that Xiang Thirty-seven's purpose in tracking him was nothing more than protection and surveillance.

No matter how you can understand it, it's still quite uncomfortable to be followed and watched all the time.

Imagine that you have an urgent need to go to the side of the road to relax halfway, and as soon as you untie your pants, you find that there is a "??" on a stone in front of you. It's not a very dry feeling.

In desperation, Gu Wen decided to turn depression into happiness. Take the disguised Xiang Thirty-Seven as a daily routine to make the hard and boring journey more fun.

Xiang Thirty-Seven suddenly found that his work had become harder. No matter how seamlessly he dresses up, Gu Wen can always find himself in the crowd very quickly.

Then they will come over and pull themselves to chat, and the content of the conversation is the same, such as:

"Is Brother Tai Chinese New Year's Eve seven years old today?"

"Are my brother's pants size thirty-seven?"

"This uncle, I want to buy thirty-seven pounds of flatbread. ”

After a few times, Xiang Thirty-Seven even had fundamental doubts about his disguise technique that could rank among the top ten among the Praetorian Guards.

Every day, I have to meditate and think hard in the middle of the night before I dare to start dressing up. The dress up is also repaired and changed, changed and changed, and the tossing is so that I can't sleep all night.

Next, Gu Wen accidentally discovered that Xiang Thirty-Seven would record his words and deeds in detail. The game of "Thirty-Seven" has been upgraded again.

This review often deliberately speaks in front of Xiang Thirty-seven. For example, here is a long paragraph of crepe words:

"Returning, the countryside will be ruined, Hu will not return? Both self-regard the heart as the form, ridicule and sorrow, realize the past without admonition, and know that the future can be traced. It's not far away, and I feel that today is but yesterday is not. The boat is far away with a light flutter, and the wind is fluttering and blowing clothes. Ask the husband the way forward, hate the morning light.

When you return, please take a break from traveling. The world is contrary to me, and I will ask for the love of my relatives, and I will play the piano and book to dispel my worries. The peasants told Yu Yichun that there would be something to do in the west. Or a life towel car, or a lonely boat. It is not only slender to find a ravine, but also rugged and through the hills. Mu Xinxin is proud, and the spring trickles and flows. When all things are good, I feel that my life is resting.

How long will it take for you to stay in the middle of the country? What do you want to do? Wealth is not my wish, and the emperor's hometown cannot be expected. Huai Liangchen is lonely or planting a cane. Dengdong Gao is a poem with Shu Xiao and a clear stream. Talking about multiplication to the end, Lefu's destiny is doubtful. ”

Let Xiang Thirty-seven remember that he was sweating profusely, and half of the powder on his face was washed away.

Or an ancient poem full of rare words, such as:

"Although Yu is good at repairing his concubine, he is in charge of the court.

Not only for the rest of the Hui Xi, but also for the Shen Zhi to take over.

The work of the fixed customs is ingenious, and the rules are corrected.

The back rope ink is used to chase the curve, and the competition is tolerant.

Yu Yu is shy, and I am alone and poor at this time.

I'd rather die in exile, and I can't bear to ...... for this."

Xiang Thirty-seven was even more colorless when he heard it, and he didn't know how to write.

Xiang Thirty-seven became even more bored, and he had to hold the five-hundred-pound "Da Chu Cihai" every night to find and scrutinize it repeatedly. So much so that in the past two days, no matter how much makeup you make, you look a little like a giant panda.

Then something even more depressing happened.