When Zhou Mo came back from buying food, Yuan Xing and Fang Qiwu were drinking tea opposite each other. He thought he was well prepared for the trip, and he had brought all the money he needed, warm clothes, and a damp-proof sleeping bag tent.

In addition to umbrellas, hammocks and furs, Fang Qiwu also prepared a set of copper tea sets and soup pots, so that he could have a cup of tea and hot soup anytime and anywhere. What is rare is that these things are about the same size as your own backpack when bundled, and they don't look heavy. Even Zhou Mo was prepared with a set of fur as a futon, which he carried on his back on weekdays, and he had to admire the experience of the old rivers and lakes.

Today's dinner was still the same, Yuan Xing drank tea and watched the other two eat and drink, and occasionally chatted with each other.

Just as the dinner was about to end, Fang Qiwu glanced outside the broken temple, and suddenly sneered: "I will keep vigil tonight, you guys go to sleep quickly, and get up early tomorrow and leave here." ”

Among the three, she has the highest martial arts skills, rich experience in the rivers and lakes, and naturally has the most right to speak. She obviously found something when she said this, and although the two of them felt uneasy, they had to do it honestly.

Zhou Moman didn't care, he was just an ordinary person, the sky fell and there was a tall one on top, plus the journey was tiring, and soon he snored like thunder.

Yuan Xing couldn't settle down, so he simply spread out the sleeping bag as a mattress, and lay down facing the temple door, but this night was tossing and turning.

Fang Qiwu was meditating by the campfire, motionless.

Unexpectedly, the night was uneventful, and there was no expected night attack.

As soon as a trace of morning light penetrated in the early morning, Fang Qiwu extinguished the bonfire, walked up to Yuan Xing and kicked it, and ordered: "Get up and guard." ”

A carp was stiff, and he picked up the long stick beside him, and his movements were sharp, apparently not asleep.

"Look at your little coward." Fang Qiwu sneered, then hummed a small tune, like an old cadre who went to morning exercises, and walked out with a hand behind his back and shook the dust.

Jianghu Xiaobai Yuanxing naturally couldn't be so arbitrary, so he could only stand at the temple gate with a stick, his eyes staring at the outside, but unfortunately the surroundings were very quiet, and he could only vaguely hear the sound of some objects falling to the ground.

After waiting for less than half an hour, Fang Qiwu's figure reappeared, she was still in the same posture as she was leaving, and she actually yawned when she came in.

Yuan Xing hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Who are these people?" The enemy of the Taoist leader? "As soon as I arrived in the territory of the Song Dynasty, someone followed me, and it was definitely not for Zhou Mo and himself.

"If the enemy is only at this level, I have to die happily." Fang Qiwu waved his hand, and said lightly: "It's just a few small miscellaneous fish who dialed to find out the news, and they knocked out casually." ”

Awesome, Yuan Xing secretly praised, but he was a little puzzled: "Isn't this a scare for the snake?" ”

"Don't be surprised, how do you know if it's a worm or an ant lurking in the grass?" Fang Qiwu made a look at his eyelids, and called Zhou Mo up again: "Pack up and continue to go south, go to the river to find a boat for breakfast." ”

"Huh? Don't you change routes? ”

Fang Qiwu glanced at him and said seriously: "After a long time, you will know that there are many heroes in this world, and there are more snakes, insects, rats and ants, where can we hide such an obvious target?" After a pause, he spit out a sentence lightly: "Poor Dao is to let some people know that I am back." ”

"......" Could this be the daring of the legendary artist?

On the whole, Yuanxing's life is smooth sailing, and the student days are simple and happy, and the biggest sorrow is just studying. After graduation, I directly became a freelance writer, staying at home on weekdays, rarely having deep contact with outsiders, and the so-called darkness of the world only exists on the Internet, and there are always some concepts missing in my mind. After more than ten years of meditation in the monastery after becoming a monk, I saw even fewer people. Therefore, he knows that there must be wicked people and bad people in this world, but he can't depict bad people at all, and in the eyes of others, it is a bit of a sense of not eating the fireworks of the world.

Master often praises Yuan Xing for his peace and intelligence, but he always adds the phrase "simple and open-minded" at the end, which is the most suitable for the life of Shamen, which is not in contention with the world. On the contrary, the senior brother, he walks a lot in the outside world, and is always worried that his little junior brother will suffer losses outside, and in the next few years, he always whispers in his ear that people's hearts are unpredictable and sinister, but in the end, he has no personal experience, and he is mostly on the sidelines.

Yuan Xing never dared to say that his five aggregates were empty and spotless, but he could barely be called Zen and firm. It's a pity that after all, I was a little naïve, and I only came into contact with the dangers of the rivers and lakes until today......

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The three of them found a boat on the north flow of the Yellow River, went upstream, and disembarked at Hengshui City, Jizhou in a few days. After entering the city, he found an inn to stay in.

A hot meal and a hot bath finally washed away the fatigue of running around for days. Yuanxing's brain is actually more tired, there is no way, and he is nervous. Along the way, he always suspected that there was a tail following him, and he looked at the two sides of the river from time to time on the boat, and was laughed at by Fang Qiwu many times.

After a day of rectification, the original plan was to continue looking for a boat to go south, but Fang Qiwu proposed to have a good walk here.

If it is said that the officials of the Great Song Dynasty are still in charge of governing the place, this place is much more lively and prosperous than the towns they have seen in the Khitan. Although Yuanxing is half an ancient person, he has been in the temple for more than ten years, and he is even more blind when he travels.

Fang Qiwu saw that they were happy to shop, and said, "How about we repair here for a few days?" ”

"It's not right! It's almost time to get to Bianjing. "Yuan Xing is a little hesitant, Bianliang on the Qingming Shanghe map, who doesn't want to have a sneak peek, not to mention that he is still facing unknown troubles.

"It's not a few days away." Fang Qiwu smiled, pointed at Zhou Mo, and said to Yuanxing: "Let's not worry, but Xiao Zhou is tired." ”

Zhou Mo nodded hurriedly, he had actually been stiffening all this time.

Yuan Xing scratched his bald head, he was not as careful as Fang Daochang, Zhou Mo didn't know how to work hard.

"What about snakes?" He spat out.

"The soldiers will come to block the water and cover the earth. Poor Dao is not only an enemy in the Central Plains. Fang Dao Chang said coldly.

"How many days shall we stay?" Yuan Xing asked.

"Wait for the rain to stop."

"Rain?" Yuanxing raised his head, the sun at noon in early spring was warm and warm, and the sky was cloudless, where was the meaning of rain?

But he was wrong, that night, Hengshui City really ushered in the first spring rain of the year.

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The next day, the rain was still beating on the eaves, and the courtyard of the inn was full of stagnant water, and the distant world and mountains became blurred.

"I hate the rain." Yuan Xing said sullenly that he didn't like rain since he was a child, and he hated it especially after becoming bald, especially when he didn't have an umbrella.

Zhou Mo yawned and stretched comfortably: "How could Dao Chang Fang know that it was raining, could he really pinch it?" ”

That's right. Yuan Xing's eyes lit up, is it really a Taoist supernatural power? It takes a lot of knowledge.

"What bullshit, poor road this is rheumatism." When he saw Fang Qiwu, the other party curled himself up on the chair, he didn't have half a minute of spiritual energy on weekdays, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand, drinking without a sip, and the whole person was lazy.

Hearing the two of them asking, they scolded angrily, and then muttered: "If you don't pay attention when you are young, you will stay ......sick when you are old."

Yuan Xing was stunned, he really didn't expect that Fang Daochang, who was a great master, would still have rheumatism, should he pay attention to it now?