"What's the situation?"

Coming out of the library pavilion, Wen Chuanting was immediately surprised to find that in front of the door of the library pavilion, which had always been deserted, there were groups of three or five, or piles of threes and twos, or they were standing there alone, and those who were alone were either looking coldly, or leaning against the shady trees with their eyes closed.

Groups of threes, twos, or threes and fives, seem to talk to each other, but in fact, everyone's thoughts are not on conversation, and their eyes sweep to the door of the library from time to time.

This strange scene made Wen Chuan a little surprised, looking up at the sky, the sun was emitting the last trace of afterglow, it had entered the final stage of dusk, and a little later, it was about to be dark.

"What important person are they waiting for?" asked Chuanting to retract his gaze and no longer pay attention, a trace of doubt flashed in his heart, and he didn't pay too much attention to it.

People have blind obedience, no matter what dynasty or when, there will be people who blindly follow celebrities and heroes, which is a spiritual pursuit, which no one can deny or erase. Moreover, it is human nature to have an idol, in some cases, to motivate oneself or to satisfy one's spiritual needs.

"People, no matter when or where, are the same!" asked Chuanting pouted, smiling a little secretly in his heart, and had a further understanding of humans as primates. The thought turned in his heart, his eyes no longer looked at him, and he stepped out of the door by himself, thinking about his own direction.

"Look, a child has come out, isn't he?" A person habitually swept towards the door of the library pavilion, and suddenly saw that Wen Chuanting appeared separately, and subconsciously shouted.

"It should be, our Sword Pavilion, I don't think there is such a young child. The other was drawn to the shout and glanced to the door.

"Who else but him?" a sour voice came out of a person's mouth, and he didn't know where it came from.

"You've appeared!" The honest voice was full of surprise, and a fat figure suddenly appeared in front of Wen Chuanting.

Wen Chuanting was taken aback by this big man who seemed to fall from the sky, he didn't care when he saw the crowd at first, even if he heard the voices that people didn't suppress, he just thought that everyone hadn't seen him, and the discussion was inevitable.

Unexpectedly, this fat man appeared, and asked Chuanting to subconsciously take a step back, and the thought came to his mind, "Is this stupid still there?"

Come to think of it, it's a different story, "Why are you here?"

"Waiting for you!" He Dachuan scratched his head and smiled, "I let you run away in the morning, and finally let me catch you!"

"It's really him!"

"It's him!"

"You're the kid who got the token from the Pavilion Master?"

The moment He Dachuan opened his big hand, a group of people who were chatting happily swarmed over, covering the small figure of Wen Chuanting in the crowd.

At this time, Wen Chuanting realized that this group of people was not waiting for any important figures, nor were they chasing any heroes or stars, they were really waiting for him.

The library is not something that anyone can enter casually, and even if you want to enter, you have to show a certificate of entry, and if you don't have a certificate, or if you use up the number of entries in this month, you can only wait helplessly outside the library. This is also the reason why under normal circumstances, the front of the library is deserted.

"I'm that kid" asked Chuanting to ignore the anxious scanning of the crowd of the river, only when the outstretched fat hand was a floating cloud, a pair of innocent eyes swept towards everyone, and a crisp children's voice sounded, "You are all running for the token?"

As for the origin of Chuan Ting, they have already found out that it is a child adopted by two inner disciples, a little clever, and they don't know how to find the pavilion master, and they took a sword book to deceive a token of free passage from the pavilion master.

"Isn't it a picked up child?"

"Who says it's not, where do you think he came from?"

"Aren't you scared by us?"

The crowd was bustling, like a vegetable market, his expression was relaxed and unharmed, and he always paid attention to Wen Chuanting, and a pair of eyes swept back and forth on him, as if looking at the goods.

"You kid, quickly take out the token! Otherwise, grandpa will beat you!" A person raised his squeaky fist as if threatening, and shook it twice in front of Wen Chuanting's eyes, "Grandpa has to go down with his fist like a sand bowl, and beat your skin and flesh, don't cry dad and call your mother when the time comes, blame grandpa for bullying you." ”

"Phew, you are stunned, just your soft little fist, it looks like a sand bowl, you don't want to think about it, he was adopted, where did he come from!"

"Get out, be careful of grandpa beating you!"

"Come on, see if I don't hammer you to death!"

Ask Chuan is quite speechless, a group of people are powerful, and they seem to be mighty, but they didn't expect that before the token, they were going to start fighting first.

"If I provoke it, they still have to beat you to death?" asked Chuanting secretly thought, "Hehe, they fight, I'll take advantage of the chaos to slip away, not bad!"

The idea is good, without waiting for Wen Chuanting to implement, the fat hand that was paralyzed in front of him suddenly withdrew, and He Dachuan's fat body blocked Wen Chuanting in the shadows, "You guys...... What are you doing? He's still a kid!"

"I'm dizzy! The time to realize it is too coincidental!" asked Chuan was quite speechless, looking at the group of people who had dispersed and made way for the two of them to surround the venue again, and they wanted to cry without tears.

"Dead fatty, get out of the way, it's none of your business here!"

"Get out of the way, or I'll beat you!"

Noisy and yelling, some people scolded, some people rolled up their arms and sleeves, asked Chuanting was deflated, looking at the fat man in front of him who couldn't help trembling, a voice in his heart couldn't help but come out: "This fat man is in the way, beat him!"

"Fatty, are you trying to get us away and get the token by ourselves?" a cold voice sounded in the crowd.

Ask Chuanting raised his eyes, but he didn't notice who made the sound. "There are a lot of shrewd people, secretly stirring up right and wrong, and wanting to profit in the end, hey!"

"Ahh

"Let it go...... Fart! I ...... I ......" He Dachuan was speechless, he really didn't expect this layer, he just saw the fierce appearance of a group of people before, one by one spread out their big hands around Wen Chuanting, and then he spoke back, but he didn't expect to get people's fierce fists. He Dachuan turned around with a trembling fat body and protected Wen Chuanting under him.

Asking Chuanting was hunched over by the fat man in front of his chest, listening to the sound of ping-pong from the fat man's body, a thought quietly appeared in his heart, "This fat man is good! ”