(In the new week, send the first update of today, why haven't the recommended votes broken 100 on the first day...... A bewildered expression. ）

Fang Kongdong was about to cry, his original intention was not to be sick, but to keep everyone's eyes from focusing too much on him, but he was really sick...... On the one hand, you don't have to use your brains to find ways to avoid Wenzong Li Yan, on the other hand, it's really good that you can recuperate for a month.

So the disease came too suddenly, but it was also ...... It's so timely.

The little girl is so cute, she takes care of everything, and she seems to be a little moved...... Phew, what do you think?

However, Fang Kongdong, who had enjoyed the service of a three-star hotel in bed for two days, waited for a news that Wenzong Li Yan wanted to meet him.

The word 'pick-up' is called a vivid, it is so vivid that it can no longer be vivid, this 'pick-up' word made Fang Kongdong's condition deteriorate instantly, his face was pale, and the whole person fell on the bed with a thud, unable to eat.

Where's the little guy...... Come and help me.

In any case, Wenzong Li Yan's words were like a holy decree, and he didn't dare to disobey Fang Kongdong, but this sentence was also like setting up a Hongmen banquet, if he went, I was afraid that there would be no return.

He and Wenzong Li Yan have never intersected, and this intersection is like since he settled in Bianjing, the two have not formally met. Even if you go to the street to buy things and pass by such a number of times, it can be said that there is nothing, not to mention that the two may meet in the land of looking for flowers and willows, if they really meet, I am afraid that these two will instantly become good friends and good partners who talk about everything, but such a thing is absolutely impossible, he will go, but Wenzong Li Yan will definitely not, this is a kind of love and affirmation of the people of Bianjing for him.

And he only knows this person for Wenzong Li Yan, but he doesn't even know what he looks like, whether he is a human or a ghost, but he just saw him at this juncture......

To be able to take root in Bianjing with a small Maoshan Taoist priest and open a Taoist chief, Kong Dong has already figured out the doorway, Wenzong Li Yan didn't look for him before, that is to think that he is insignificant, but now to see him, this is definitely to attack him.

Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood!

Yes, see Li Yan, let's go in a dream! I don't want to see each other, why don't we see each other in the future, no one will get in the way, can't I go?!

Yes, pack up your things and leave overnight, I'm afraid that there are Li Yan's people at the city gate, so the only way to get out of the city seems to be by water.

......

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Hanshan Temple is a dilapidated temple.

Before the capital was not moved, Hanshan Temple can be said to be incense continuously, people come and go endlessly, but with the migration of Kyoto, the flow of people has decreased sharply, and the city gate is set up ten kilometers away from Hanshan Temple.

After decades of wind and sun, the monks in the temple couldn't hold on, and the sesame oil money was not enough to eat, so the abbot ran away first, taking away the valuable things in the temple, and a group of little monks saw the abbot run away. Now it's okay, the trees are falling and scattering, and a group of people have also taken away everything in the temple that can be sold for money anyway.

In this way, Hanshan Temple seemed to experience all kinds of things in the world overnight, and when it came back the next day, it was as if centuries had passed.

When Lu Donglai arrived at Hanshan Temple, he looked at the decaying appearance, and he sighed.

There is a waterway not far from Hanshan Temple, but at this time, the boatman has also rested, and can only hear the faint sound of the water, and the hazy sound of breaking.

A person, a cat stands outside the Hanshan Temple, like a landscape painting.

"It seems that the demon path hasn't come yet, let's find a place to rest first. ”

"Meow~"

"Jiu Niang, haven't you learned to speak, why do you still use cat language so that I can't understand?"

"Don't force Ben Meow to break the work...... Don't tempt me to talk next, meow!" Meow Jiuniang was obviously a little angry, and proudly climbed to the top of Hanshan Temple, and then the snow-white hair spread out like a piece of white paper, and her eyes were slightly blind.

Lu Donglai smiled, Meow Jiuniang was able to come out with him, which showed that he was a good friend.

Lu Donglai walked into the Hanshan Temple, and the depression was not for outsiders, it was really too dirty and too broken......

But the good thing is that there is always a clean place.

A smooth stone, lightly combed with water, and then slightly baked, okay, clean, a roll of the storehouse, sit down, amber knife across the knee.

The moon is shining outside, but there is no one but there is a view.

"Jiu Niang, I suddenly want to compose a poem, can you give me an opinion after listening to it?" Lu Donglai suddenly became a poet, and the meow Jiu Niang on the top of the temple responded with a 'meow'.

"Then I count you as having to listen, I started, and I used this Hanshan Temple as a quote to compose a poem. ”

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. ”

Just the opening of the first sentence, it completely attracted Meow Jiuniang, she has been reading all kinds of books diligently recently, and has understood something, and now the opening of the son of Donglai is particularly appropriate, and for a while the original intention to make fun is gone, but the cat ears are seriously erected.

This is one of the more famous poems in Lu Donglai's last life, for an idler like Lu Donglai, don't expect him to really be able to dance and write, how can it be possible, think about how many brain cells will die. How many literati in history are short-lived ghosts, and Lu Donglai still wants to live a few more days.

But obviously, there is no way that the owner of this poem exists in this kind of place, and it is impossible for there to be exactly the same verse, so Lu Donglai does not have much guilt for this easy ability.

"Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship. ”

When these two sentences came out again, Meow Jiuniang had a fascinated expression, and all the kitten thought in her mind was that the son of Donglai was so good, so that as soon as she came to this place, she could export it.

It's just that the next two sentences made Meow Jiuniang feel the urge to kill Lu Donglai with a cat's claw.

"A single bed at this time, that's a beautiful one!"

At the end, Lu Donglai laughed, "Good poetry, good poetry, it's just a genius, such poems can be made, Jiu Niang, what do you think of this poem? Isn't it very good? Jiu Niang? You don't have to pretend to be dead, Jiu Niang, you give it to me, what does it mean for you to be silent? Isn't the poem I made bad?"

Meow Jiuniang was still silent.

Time passed minute by minute, and at this moment, a rickety figure appeared outside Hanshan Temple.

Beneath this rickety body, a sack is carried on his shoulder.

"The sky is high and the birds fly, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, leaving this Bianjing, and finding another way to make a living in the future, our Kong Dong is still a hero...... Hey, there seems to be a person in Hanshan Temple. ”