In the city, under the house, Lin Junxuan found the fortune teller, but his business was still deserted and no one cared about.

Lin Junxuan said what he meant, and the old man was happy at first, just when Lin Junxuan thought that the old man would agree, he didn't expect the old man to suddenly fall silent.

"I won't go with you," the old man closed his eyes, sighed, and waved his hand: "Go back!"

"Why?" Lin Junxuan was shocked, the old man's answer was completely beyond his expectations: "I can fish, if it's because of food, don't worry about it at all!"

"Needless to say, you can go back!" the old man's tone suddenly became stiff, and his lips were closed tightly after he finished speaking, and he didn't want to explain anything more.

The change of the old man is very strange, he becomes suddenly cold and not easy to get along with. Lin Junxuan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Old man, the juniors will retire first!" Since the other party was unwilling, Lin Junxuan stopped entanglement.

Turning around, Lin Junxuan turned around and walked towards the academy, slowly disappearing among the rows of houses. When he turned around, the old man leaned against the corner, his closed eyes opened a slit, and a trace of deep helplessness passed through his eyes......

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Lin Junxuan gradually stops running outside the city. Every time he said that he lived with Gan Ruye, read the scriptures, history, children, and collections, and asked Gan Ruye to answer any questions. Seeing Lin Junxuan reading hard, Gan Ruye was very happy, and the books in the bookcase, except for the books of the Meng School and the Three Outlines, were taken by him for reading.

Lin Junxuan was tired of reading every day, so he would go out for a walk to breathe, and at the same time take the opportunity to study "Qimen Dunjia", and in the evening, he went to the river to fish, and after roasting it with charcoal, he took a few and sent it to the fortune teller. Gan Ruye knew, just smiling, and didn't stop it.

Since that day, the old man's temper has become more and more eccentric, and he has become less and less talkative. Every time Lin Junxuan sent fish, the old man kept a straight face and didn't say a word. However, the next night, when Lin Junxuan passed, he could always find some fish bones, and it was obvious that the old man did not refuse the grilled fish sent by Lin Junxuan.

Regarding the old man's attitude, Lin Junxuan just smiled and didn't care, and still sent a few grilled fish to the old man every night.

A month passed in the blink of an eye......

"The weather is getting colder and colder, depending on the situation, I'm afraid it will snow in a few days," Lin Junxuan said in front of the window, holding the ancient scroll in his hand, looking at the gloomy sky.

"Teacher, the student wants to go out!" Lin Junxuan turned back to Gan Ruye and said.

Putting down the book in his hand, Gan Ruye turned his head and frowned slightly: "It's so cold outside, do you want to go out too?"

"Students want to go out and breathe," Lin Junxuan said.

"Hmm," Gan Ruye pondered for a moment, and then said, "Go ahead, by the way, the weather is getting colder and colder, and it is estimated that it will snow in a few days." When you go to the old bridge, invite the old man over and let him spend the winter with us. If he doesn't agree, I'll go again. ”

"Okay," Lin Junxuan nodded, put down the ancient scroll in his hand, and walked out of the house.

The streets are deserted, there are fewer and fewer people, and there are far fewer peddlers and pawns to make a living. On the side of the street, almost every house closed its door to shield it from the cold wind.

"If this world weren't so poor, it would be an uncertain place," Lin Junxuan staggered along the street, and when he walked to a butcher's shop, a pleasant sound of the piano suddenly came from the restaurant in front. Lin Junxuan was stunned for a moment, and then looked up, only to see a restaurant five zhang away from the wine flag fluttering, on the second floor of the restaurant, a man in white sat by the railing, five fingers plucked, flicking on a guqin.

The man turned his back to Lin Junxuan, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only to see his long hair and flying clothes, looking like a turbid son. Lin Junxuan just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and continued to walk along the street. As Lin Junxuan walked past the restaurant, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and then continued to sound.

"I'm missing a companion swordsman, are you willing to be my swordsman?" A faint voice suddenly sounded in Lin Junxuan's ears, Lin Junxuan's feet suddenly stopped, and he looked at both sides, the alleys and alleys were empty, only the sound of the cold wind echoing.

Suddenly confused in his heart, Lin Junxuan turned his head and looked at the restaurant behind him, at the railing on the second floor, the white-clothed man had stopped stroking the qin, and looked at Lin Junxuan from a distance with a pair of blazing eyes across the void.

Lin Junxuan frowned slightly, after such a long distance, and there was wind, even the voice of the man in white should not be so clear.

"Could it be my hallucination," Lin Junxuan thought uncertainly, turned around, and continued to walk forward.

"You don't have to rush to answer, I'll give you three chances!" the voice sounded again. Once it may be a coincidence, and twice it is not a coincidence. Lin Junxuan turned around, only to see that the restaurant behind him was empty, and the man in white had long since disappeared, only the sound of the wind whirling.

Lin Junxuan swept around, and finally settled on the wine table on the second floor, a delicate celadon wine cup and a pair of cups and chopsticks that had not yet been cleaned up.

"Sure enough, it's him!" the cold wind bypassed the pillars on the second floor and made a whirring sound, the white-clothed man had long since disappeared, and a strange feeling enveloped his heart.

"Perhaps, he just entered the restaurant," shaking his head, shaking off the strange thoughts in his mind, Lin Junxuan continued to walk forward. In a few days, it may snow heavily, and "Qimen Dunjia" is still buried in the woods outside the city, and he must bring the book back before the heavy snow falls.

To get outside the city, you have to cross the old bridge, and the fortune teller's stall is not far from the bridge. About half an hour or so, Lin Junxuan walked not far from the ancient bridge.

"Old guy, you actually dare to fool our master!" A fierce shouting and scolding came from afar, Lin Junxuan looked up, and saw a carriage parked in front of the old man's usually deserted stall, and a few evil slaves in Tsing Yi next to the carriage led a few fierce hunting dogs and surrounded the old man.

"What's going on?" Lin Junxuan was startled and immediately ran forward quickly.

In the corner of the wall, the fortune teller looked at the evil slave in front of him with an indifferent expression, and his cloudy eyes just looked at the black carriage.

"Believe it or not, you will see it in three days, you go back!" the old man closed his eyes.

"Hmph!" came a cold snort from inside the carriage, and the owner of the carriage never came out.

"Dare to bewitch the public in this Lin'an City, old thing, you are looking for death!" Hearing the displeased cold snort of the master in the carriage, the evil slave had already understood, and as soon as the reins holding the hound dog's neck were loosened, he wanted to bite the old man.

"Stop!" Lin Junxuan was in a hurry and shouted from afar.

When the evil slaves heard this, they turned around and saw that it was a four or five-year-old child, and immediately laughed: "It's a child, don't pay attention to him!"

As soon as the rope noose in his hand was loosened, the five fierce hunting dogs, with their teeth bared and bowed their front legs, rushed towards the old man in the corner like arrows off the string. No matter how fast Lin Junxuan runs, he is a four-year-old child after all, how can he outrun a hound.

Seeing that the hounds pounced and jumped a few feet away, at this moment, in the corner of the wall, the old man Huo Di, who had been drooping his eyes, opened his eyes, and a burst of astonishing light burst out in his cloudy eyes.

"Wang-um!!~" The five hounds that pounced in front of the old man suddenly fell down like a lion, their limbs firmly supporting the ground, and they didn't dare to rush over at all, their originally vicious eyes were full of fear.

"Wang!~" In the bark, the five-headed hunting dog with rough skin and thick flesh turned its head like a lost dog and ran out frantically.

"Xi Yuyu!~" The four key horses pulling the cart screamed, raised their legs, shook their hair, and suddenly ran towards the west of the city like crazy, and there was an exclamation in the carriage: "Good demon road!"

"Hiss!" several evil slaves looked at the faint old fortune teller in the corner of the wall in horror, and gasped. Behind a few people, Lin Junxuan also stopped and looked at the old man in shock.

"Demon Dao!" After an exclamation, several evil slaves crawled away.

Lin Junxuan stood in place in a daze, in the corner of the wall, the old man also noticed Lin Junxuan's arrival, and glanced at Lin Junxuan indifferently, the old man lowered his head again, put his hands in his sleeves, and remained motionless.

"Child, if you are not afraid of me, come to the City God Temple at night to find me!" The old man's voice sounded in Lin Junxuan's ears, and after saying this, the old man stood up slightly, used the flagpole with the words 'Count No Omission' as a crutch, and slowly walked towards the depths of the lane.

Lin Junxuan watched the old man disappear into the alley in a daze, his mind was full of the strange situation at that moment just now, and he even forgot to stop the old man.

"I was mistaken, this old man is actually a stranger!" Lin Junxuan came back to his senses after a while, thinking in his mind, all the way across the ancient bridge and into the woods outside the city, Lin Junxuan was still absent-minded.

Taking a deep breath, when the cold air was inhaled into his lungs, Lin Junxuan came back to his senses from that muddy state. Quietly in the woods, Lin Junxuan looked cautiously, until he was sure that there was no one around, and there was no tracking, Lin Junxuan found the marked tree, and then dug out the buried "Qimen Dunjia" from the ground.

On the way back to the school, Lin Junxuan kept thinking about today's events, and an indescribable strangeness enveloped his heart. Lin Junxuan suddenly felt that this world might not be as ordinary as he thought.

"Jun Xuan, what are you thinking?" Gan Ruye's surprised voice came into his ears, and Lin Junxuan realized that he had arrived at the academy.

"Teacher!" Lin Junxuan shouted, and then walked into the house.

"What did the old man say?" asked Gan Ruye, sitting by the brazier.

"I haven't told him yet," Lin Junxuan lowered his head. Gan Ruye was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's okay, I'll go to him at night." ”

"Teacher, no need, I'll go find him at night!" Lin Junxuan said.

"Well, it's okay," Gan Ruye bowed slightly, and then seemed to think of something: "Jun Xuan, when you went out today, a classmate came here." Tomorrow the teacher is going to pay a return visit, there are pickles, you know where they are, I will leave you three copper plates, tomorrow you go to buy steamed buns. ”

"Okay," Lin Junxuan replied, he was a little absent-minded, and he was still thinking about today's events in his mind.