Fan Xian was startled, he thought that the sacred and quiet place suddenly came out with such a loud shout, Dingqing took a look, only to find that there were people in the Qing Temple, and the person who stopped him was a middle-aged man, his eyes were deep, his nose was like an eagle's hook, and he looked full of gloom.

Seeing the other party staring at him, Fan Xian was a little unhappy in his heart, thinking to himself about the subset of scriptures and histories he read, in the rules of the imperial city, this Qingmiao is a place where everyone can come, you hide behind the door and scare people, and put on such a posture of an eagle fighting a rabbit, this is a very bastard.

Who the fuck wants to be a rabbit master.

Fan Xian frowned and said, "Your Excellency's voice is so loud, you are not afraid of deafening people's ears." ”

Who knew that the middle-aged man's expression was extremely serious, he pushed it over, and shouted in a low voice: "Quickly retreat, someone in the temple is praying for blessings, don't disturb." This person's dress is obviously a rich entourage, but the tone of his voice is full of officialdom.

Fan Xian didn't notice this. Since he was a child, he followed Teacher Fei to dig graves, he has formed a slight cleanliness habit, looking at the hands that are getting closer and closer to him, frowning, staggering his two hands, and twisting each other's wrists.

There was a soft snap.

The two people, one big and one small, looked at each other in surprise at the same time, and found that each other's methods were extremely similar, and they were like two snakes entangled with each other, and they could no longer tear apart.

"Yikes. The middle-aged man snorted lightly, his eyes were shining, and a dark force flowed out like a river, attacking Fan Xian's body from his wrist.

Fan Xian snorted, where did he think that he would inexplicably meet such a master, there was a burning heat in his back, and the domineering true qi that had been quiet for many years reacted in an instant, and the dantian rushed out, and he slapped the other party hard.

There was a soft buzz, and the dust on the stone steps was lifted up by the collision of two dark forces, forming a very strange gray ball, which quickly dispersed.

The two of them were shocked and separated a few steps, the middle-aged man covered his lips and coughed twice, Fan Xian's face was expressionless, and there seemed to be no problem.

The middle-aged man looked at him coldly and said, "At a young age, you have such a domineering true anger, who are you?" ”

"Why bother who I am, I just want to enter the Qing Temple to pray for blessings, why are you stopping me?" Fan Xian looked at him coldly.

"There are nobles in the temple, young man, you wait. The middle-aged man felt that the other party's methods were similar to his own, and he thought that the other party might be a child of Kyoto, who had an old relationship with him, so he gradually dissipated the killing machine in his heart.

A smile flashed in Fan Xian's eyes: "In the laws of Qingguo, there is no provision that the temple has to queue up. ”

The middle-aged man frowned, feeling that this young man was so annoying, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and went into the temple, leaving Fan Xian outside the temple.

Fan Xian opened his mouth to speak, but there was a feeling of annoyance in his chest, his throat was sweet, and he quickly pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and covered it to his mouth. Previously, when he was hedging with dark energy, fortunately, at the critical moment, his right index finger silently flicked the opponent's pulse - all relying on his understanding of the human body structure to be more profound than these martial arts masters, otherwise he was afraid that he would be more seriously injured.

At this time, when he looked at the heavy wooden door again, there was a little more throbbing in his eyes, and he no longer dared to try to push the door again, which seemed to be unable to be pushed.

......

......

Fan Xian coughed twice, and there was a little more resoluteness on his beautiful face, since he couldn't beat the other party, he naturally had to retreat and leave it for the day after tomorrow. Just as he turned to leave, he found that the wooden door behind him had opened again. The middle-aged master who injured himself stood at the door and said coldly: "The master commanded, the young man should go to the side hall to pray for blessings, and do not enter the main hall." ”

After finishing speaking, he added: "Don't enter the main hall, do you hear me?"

Fan Xian turned around, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then at the seemingly unfathomable Sensenqing Temple, frowned, flicked his sleeves, stepped over the high threshold like this, and walked in the direction of the side hall without looking back.

Seeing that after the young man suffered this setback, he was still not in a hurry, not timid, and still adhered to the original goal, and a trace of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged master.

The middle-aged man closed the temple door, frowned and looked around, thinking that these little rabbit cubs actually let the young man come to the temple gate, and he must practice well when he goes back at night.

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The temple is a quiet place, and the people of Qingguo are a very realistic people - if ordinary people pray for blessings, they would rather go to the Higashiyama Temple in the west of Kyoto to pay homage to the children and the immortals who look like the rich people.

But the people of Qingguo respect the heavens and fear the sky, and the emperor is the so-called son of heaven, so the Qingmiao Temple has become a place for the royal sacrifice to the sky. Although the temple is still open to the people of Kyoto during normal times, there are no people who like the feeling of too much pressure.

The main hall of the Qing Temple is the building that resembles the Temple of Heaven, and the two layers of round eaves come out one after another, which is very beautiful.

The middle-aged man stood outside the main hall with a respectful expression, looked at the nobleman in the hall who was admiring the colorful paintings on the wall, and said in a low voice: "According to the master's wishes, let the young man go to the side hall." ”

The nobleman's age is about forty years old, and his face is not heroic, but his eyebrows and eyes have a look that looks at the world, but he is diluted by a trace of tiredness that is not easy to find.

"Who is that young man, who can actually slap you. The noble man asked with a smile.

The middle-aged man is so strong in martial arts, but in front of him, he is really like an entourage, and replied honestly: "My subordinates don't know, but I just reported to the master that the path he took was peaceful...... The way of the guards at home is about the same. ”

The nobleman was a little surprised: "Oh? Could it be the kid of the Li Zhi family?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "Although my subordinates have always been too lazy to deal with people, the prince of King Jing still knows him." ”

"Oh. The noble man sighed again, and began to turn his head to look at the murals on the wall, he had too many things to think about every day, and it was rare to have such a light hour, so he didn't want to be disturbed by these small things.

The middle-aged man stood quietly outside the hall, occasionally looking at the side hall.

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After a long time, there was a commotion outside the hall, and the noble man suddenly frowned and said, "The girl is not resting in the back, what are you going to do in the hall?"

The middle-aged man was slightly startled, and he used all his strength to listen to the voice in that direction, raised his head and said ashamedly: "The county lord has gone to the side hall." ”

The noble man frowned and said, "Nonsense...... He suddenly thought of something, and his face changed slightly: "You go and take a look, and ...... Bring the boy to show me. ”

"Yes. The middle-aged man was about to leave, when suddenly a bird called from outside the temple, and then the temple door was pushed open, and a person with a hurried face ran up and handed him a letter with fire paint pressed on it.