"It's raining all the time, isn't it?" Zhou Mo walked into the room a little depressed, although the spring rain was not heavy, it lasted for four days, and the air was filled with a cold, cold biting. originally planned to visit the place where the great magician Liu Xiu raised his troops, but in the end he failed to make the trip. He was so idle that he could only wander around inside and outside the inn.

Yuan Xing didn't care if he went out or not, he was flipping through a notebook in his hand, reading it with relish, as long as there was something to do, it was okay to lock him in his room all day.

"I've heard that there have been three earthquakes in Beijing since the beginning of the first month, and now people are panicking." Zhou Mo sat at the table.

"Earthquake?" Yuan Xing only knew that he was now in the heyday of the reign of Xianping in the Northern Song Dynasty, but he didn't expect that there would be an earthquake in Beijing during this period.

Xiao Er said that a few years ago, the Liao soldiers continued to invade the border, and last year they also hit Gaoyang Pass. Now that there is an earthquake in Beijing, the Liao Kingdom will go south again, and this year is really eventful. Zhou Mo sighed with emotion.

Yuan Xing frowned, always feeling that he seemed to have neglected something, thought about it, and stood up: "I'll go and see how Fang Dao Chang is doing." Then he went out of the house.

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"How is the Taoist Chief?" The first thing you say when you enter the door is to ask about the other person's body.

I don't know if it's raining, the day after entering the inn, Fang Qiwu looked like he was not in good spirits, which was quite worrying.

"What's the matter with finding the poor?" The arrival of Yuan Xing was quite a surprise to Fang Qiwu, in the past few days in the inn, the other party had never been to her room.

"I heard that there were successive earthquakes in Beijing, and the poor monk vaguely remembered that he had read a document that seemed to record this incident, but he couldn't remember the specific content." When he heard the word earthquake, he felt faintly uneasy in his heart, and he always felt that something big was going to happen.

"This one!" Fang Qiwu used a stick to stir up the charcoal fire in the basin, and muttered for a long time before saying: "If you say that the earthquake is poor, you just know something. In addition to the floods of the Yellow River and the drought and locust plagues, earthquakes were also very frequent, and there were more than 70 or 80 times, I can't remember clearly. However, there were two serious earthquakes in the Northern Song Dynasty, one in the Renzong period and the other in the Shenzong period, and the most recent ones are still decades away. Then he smiled and said: "So you don't have to worry at all, even if the earthquake in Jingshi is serious, the loss should not be large, otherwise there will be no relevant records." ”

Yuan Xing looked at the other party in surprise, could it be that she is studying history professionally? Otherwise, why remember so clearly.

Seeing his doubts, Fang Qiwu explained: "I knew a senior when I was in Poor Dao University, and his thesis was still a knife operated by Poor Dao, so I still remember some of it. ”

"History?"

"No, the Department of Statistics." Fang Qiwu said with some nostalgia: "At that time, there was less pocket money, so I often worked part-time to earn some extra money. ”

"You're from the literature department?" Yuan Xing asked.

"Department of Computer Science. I'm just about my junior year, and I found this content from the Internet. Fang Qiwu threw down the stick and smiled.

Very good and powerful, the students of the computer department write papers for the seniors of the statistics department, and the content is still statistics on the history of climate disasters. How do you look at this style of painting, how do you feel weird?

However, with this conversation, Yuanxing settled down a little, but somehow, there was still a trace of haze in his heart, and he wanted to ask Jin Cicada, but this guy didn't react, it was really a waste system, and he dropped the chain at a critical moment.

Fang Qiwu suddenly asked again: "Are you feeling uneasy?" ”

Yuan Xing frowned and nodded,

"Then don't wait, how about leaving early tomorrow morning?"

"Your body ......" Yuan Yuki was surprised by the other party's decisiveness.

"It's okay, I've lived in the Northland for nearly ten years, what is this wind and rain?" Fang Qiwu waved his hand, and then said with great meaning: "Since you really feel like this in this true cultivator, then something may really happen here." The sooner you go, the safer you are. ”

"Let's wait for the rain to stop." The other party said it easily, but Yuan Xing really couldn't bear the other party's sin, and now the uneasiness in his heart is very light, even if something happens, it may not be a big deal. Wait another day to see, it was really difficult to walk on rainy days, especially in ancient times.

"Whatever you want." Fang Qiwu yawned, found a quilt to cover his lap again, and returned to his lazy state.

Originally, the words ended here, and Yuan Xing was about to say goodbye, but somehow his head twitched, and he turned around and sat down in front of the charcoal basin, just facing Fang Qiwu: "Chief Fang Dao, what are you going to do?" Do you want to go home or not? "I have mentioned the return to modern times many times before, but the other party has never expressed his position, which is a rehash of the old thing.

In his eyes, Fang Qiwu, a Taoist priest, is very mysterious, although he has been together for more than ten days, the more he understands, the more he can't see through this person, her origin is unknown, her experience is fascinating, her personality is contradictory, and she has quite a lot of secrets.

Because of a fight when they met for the first time, Yuan Xing thought that the other party was a fierce and fierce female man. But after a long time, I found that she was actually a very gentle person, except for the occasional bad taste, she basically didn't lose her temper.

She arranged and coordinated the food, clothing, housing and transportation all the way south, and she was well organized and took care of almost everyone. One time Zhou Mo was uncomfortable, and she didn't even need to look for a doctor, she directly took out a decoction, and it worked on the same day. This alone can see her carefulness.

If it weren't for her age, no one would have thought that she was in her forties. Although he couldn't see his true appearance clearly while wearing a mask, this person's demeanor and graceful demeanor did not resemble that of a middle-aged woman.

She has extremely high martial arts, many enemies, and many friends, and has obviously lived in this world for many years. During the small talk, he talked about how she had been in the Shangqing Dynasty for more than ten years, and it was estimated that she was only in her twenties when she became a monk. So what is it about the experience that makes a woman in the prime of her life go to the mountains?

All this, how can it not make people curious. But the most important thing at the moment is whether the other party will return to modern times.

"Home?" Fang Qiwu sighed, all his emotions were hidden under the mask. After a long time, she suddenly stood up, took out a jug of wine from a corner of the room, poured a glass and brought it to her mouth, and drank it all.

Yuan Xing looked at it in surprise, before he only wondered that the other party was obviously a Taoist priest of the Shangqing faction, but it was completely a vegetarian style of the Quanzhen faction that only appeared at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, but he never expected that she still had wine.

"Not surprisingly, I'm not quitting drinking." Fang Qiwu no longer called himself a poor man at this time, and said with a light smile: "Do you want a cup?" After getting enough of the eyes, he continued: "I heard you say that you have lived in the monastery since you were a child, and gradually got used to the life of a monk until you grew up, and naturally believed in Buddhism, right?" ”

"Not bad."

"But I'm different, I see through the world and voluntarily tie my hair." She played with the wine glass and said slowly: "Monk, the four seas are home." What does it make if you don't go back? ”

"Don't you want to go back and see your parents?" Yuan Xing did not give up, thinking that what he thought about the most in the temple was his parents, comparing his heart to his heart, he didn't think that the other party was a hard-hearted person.

"But I'm not me anymore, even if I meet, I won't know each other, won't it be even more uncomfortable?" She poured another glass of wine.

Yuan Xing didn't quite understand what this meant, and was about to ask, but heard her say, "Let me think about it again!" ”

"Okay then."

Yuan Xing is not the character to find the root of everything, and when he saw that the other party said this, he didn't continue the topic, he stood up and saluted and turned around

But just as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly heard Fang Qiwu say faintly: "What if I said that I was a man before I crossed? What do you think I will face when I go back to see my family? ”

"Bang" Yuanxing lost his mind and panicked and didn't pay attention to his feet, and the whole person fell to the ground, still facing the ground first.

"Hahahaha." Behind him was Fang Qiwu's unbridled laughter......