Xu Jing has been in a much better mood since she was let go, and she has already gone to the temple by herself today.

This temple is called Jiulong Temple, standing on the top of the mountain, it is said that someone has seen the scene of the sun and the moon in the temple, this landscape is not magical, Xu Ji immediately took the drawing board and walked out of the door after hearing about it.

Jiulong Temple is in the outermost part of the county, Xu Jing is holding a sketchpad on her back, holding a bun in her hand, and looking at the mountain in front of her.

The mountains are majestic, the top of the nine mountains.

There is a stone staircase on the top, on both sides of the handsome forest and bamboo, the breeze is swaying.

It's early in the morning, and there are already stalls on both sides of the street, and from time to time passers-by pass by to buy some hot breakfast and hurry away.

Xu Jing chewed the last bite of the bun and walked up the steps.

There are also passers-by who go to the temple with her, most of them are together, and someone knows her by chance, Xu Yi smiled slightly and continued to hurry without saying much.

After walking a short stone staircase, the road opened up a lot, and the staircase path seemed to have become a slightly wider flat path.

There were a few soliciting drivers on the path, and the sun was already rising, most of them unclothed and showing their dark skin.

In addition, there are even animals that go up.

Xu Yi saw a group of horses at a glance, she approached and pointed and asked, "Can I ride this horse?"

The man was five big and three thick, and when he saw Xu Jing's thin skin and tender flesh, he couldn't help frowning, "Will you?"

It seems that there will be some, Xu Jing gently stroked the horse's neck, and the fierce horse did not neigh as before, but was still caressed by her like a docile little white rabbit.

She doesn't know now, but muscle memory tells her that she can before she loses her memory, not only will, but also rides well.

The surrounding business partners couldn't help but widen their eyes, in the past, this little fierce horse had to roar twice and kick twice no matter who he saw, but now he was easily tamed by a little girl!

It's amazing!

The man was also a little surprised, how could this weak girl in front of him still have her own horse training function?

Even the little fierce horse that he can't control, its arrogant appearance has not been erased, and it is still touched by this girl at this moment.

Since people have this ability, they can't help but do business, and the man let go of the horse with an expression of being struck by lightning.

Easily flipped over and sat up, Xu Jing adjusted the position of the drawing board, touched the mane of the horse and slowly went on the road.

This one swayed slowly, and it didn't arrive until noon.

There is a constant incense in the temple, and there is a faint smell of herbs when you go in.

Xu Jing dismounted and bolted the horse before entering the door, and there were two little monks standing at the gate, bowing slightly when they saw Xu Jinglai.

"Is the donor here to pray for blessings and make wishes or to watch and play?"

Hearing this, Xu Jing wanted to pray for blessings first, but when she looked up, she found that people were bustling and rubbing shoulders, so she couldn't squeeze in, so she changed her mind and went around first.

The little monk understood, stretched out his hand and pointed to the left, "The head is making a wish ahead, the donor can go to watch and participate."

Wish? Curiosity suddenly rose, and after thanking him, the busy little monk pointed in the direction.

I saw a lot of people crowded in front of me, and in front of me was a stout old locust tree, with many branches stretched out intricately, and each branch was full of wishing blessings.

Xu Jing took a closer look, and the young man on the side said "Try it?"

Xu Jing noticed the young man on the side, he had long hair, he didn't tie it up, but spread it out at will, his skin was better than snow, and his posture was cold.

The young man pointed to the blank prayer charm on the side and said again, "Write your wish on it, and it will come true."

Xu Jing took the prayer charm handed by the young man, and froze in place for a while, not because she didn't know what to write, but because she didn't know what to write.

In her current memory, there are no friends, no relatives, only Mu Xiuyan and the maids in the house.

Is she trying to write about recovering her memory?

In fact, she didn't know herself, she didn't know what she was thinking.

On the one hand, she wants to reminisce about the past, on the other hand

But I feel comfortable with the current life.

Although she doesn't like Mu Xiuyan, it's not a big problem for her to die alone, but after thinking about it, she always loses a lot of important things after she loses her memory.

She felt like she had lost a lot.

The girl who was thinking about it raised her brows like a distant mountain, and her features as white as the moon happened to fall into the eyes of the young man.

The young man leaned in and asked, "Questions?"

Xu Jing nodded, and there was nowhere to put her pen.

"Follow your heart, there are many things in the world that are not powerless, are they?"

She couldn't follow her heart, and her heart was about to be torn in half.

She stood alive in front of the stage for half an hour, holding the idea that it might not work, and finally wrote it down and hung it on the branch.

The font is petite and beautiful, and it is not big or small in the prayer charm.

Coincidentally, a gust of wind blew, and the prayer charm she had just hung was blown away by a puff of smoke.

Crossing the branches and ponds, Xu Jing trotted out all the way, tired and half-dead, and finally chased the prayer charm that fell to the ground.

There are so few people in this place compared to just now, and she is the only one who is pitiful.

Looking around, the clouds and mist are shrouded, only the green mountains are the companions, and when you look down, you can only see a pool, which is green and clear.

Xu Jing put away the prayer charm, looked at the sky, and simply took out the drawing board and began to paint.

She picked up a big tree and was about to sit down when she tripped over something.

Following her gaze downward, Xu Jing saw something under her feet, and when she got closer, she saw that it was not a thing, but a person.

This person seemed to be a beggar, lying under the tree to enjoy the shade, and was tripped by Xu Jing like this, and screamed in pain.

Xu Jing was also taken aback by this battle, the two looked at each other, and screamed at the same time as an appointment.

The beggar had long been unable to distinguish his original face, and apart from a mouthful of big white teeth, he really couldn't find any features related to people.

Xu Jing tried her best to calm down her mood, and took a few deep breaths before slowly speaking.

"Are you alright?"

The beggar snorted without a good face, and looked at her with a pair of eyes without brilliance, and at the moment he saw her, just for a moment, his eyes changed, it was fear and fear, followed by constant trembling.

Only then did Xu Jing realize that this was the beggar she met on the street, and with the psychology of caring for the elderly, Xu Jing once again tentatively said, "Old man? Are you alright?"

Who knew that the old man in her mouth screamed again, and the voice carried the hoarseness of the old man and the scream of the young man.

It's full of weirdness.

"My son!! You, you, you, !!."

Yes???

Xu Jing glanced back suspiciously, there was no one, so whose son is he?

No, it's me, right? Xu Ji's eyes widened suddenly, full of incredulity, she looked like a man???

With her face, in the eyes of this old man, is she a man?! Or his son?!

"You, you!! Come on!!! Swindler! It's all liars!!

"It's all liars!! They're all gone! You run too!! Run!"

Xu Jing frowned and took out a bag of dry food from her arms and handed it to the old man, although what he said was endless, intermittent, but saying so much, he must be hungry.

The beggar took the dry food and stuffed it into his mouth, and the crumbs fell down his mouth, as if he hadn't eaten a full meal for a long time, and tears kept falling as he ate.

Xu Jing couldn't bear it, and took out the water bladder and handed it to the beggar.

After eating and drinking, the beggar leaned against the wall and did not speak, Xu Jing took a closer look, only to find that there were many scars on his face, each of which was deep and large.

Even young people can't stand so many scars on their bodies, Xu Jing tentatively asked, "Old man, why don't I send you down the mountain to treat your injuries first, I will pay for this medical fee, and I don't need your money."

The beggar suddenly opened his eyes again and stared at Xu Jing viciously, which frightened her

Jumped, hurriedly took a few steps back.

"My son! My son is dead! You pay my son!! Compensate my son!!

He stood up as he spoke, his fried hair waving his teeth and claws, and before Xu Jing could hide, the beggar grabbed her neck.

The suffocating sensation that hit in an instant was about to devour her, Xu Jing's face turned red, and she wanted to reach out to clasp the hands full of wrinkles but found that she couldn't do anything.

Her brain was blank, Xu Jing's eyes wandered, she slowly lost focus, and she couldn't find focus.

"Uncle Shen!!"

I saw a young man hurrying over, pulling up the beggar like a tiger, the beggar's eyes were red, and his mouth shouted "hand hand hand!! My son's hand!!"

The young man didn't bother to say anything more, he struck him one after another, and fainted with a roll of his eyes.

The feeling of suffocation slowly subsided, Xu Jing was speechless, and couldn't wait to breathe in the fresh air.

"You, can you still go?"

Xu Jing found out that the young man who helped her was the young man he met at the prayer talisman, and he looked at Xu Jing lying on the ground worriedly, with two distinct red marks on his neck.

"It's okay, it's okay."

As long as she is still alive, she is almost about to return to the west, thinking that she stood up straight, and said weakly, "Xie-"

Before she finished speaking, Xu Jing felt a splitting headache, as if a big mallet was hitting her head vigorously, and her head was about to crack.

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly helped Xu Jing, who was about to fall, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Xu Jing wanted to say that it was okay, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her head felt like it was about to explode, and she even felt that her head would hit the ground in the next second.

His consciousness gradually blurred, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he could no longer see the road in front of him.

She felt her body fluttering, and she had the illusion that her feet were off the ground.

Her mind seemed to be flooding out of her mind with intermittent memories, forcibly forcing her to read it.

The blood-red remnant sun, the mountains are overlooked.

A group of people walked on the side of the road.

A tall figure walked alone at the forefront, looking back and forth from time to time, waiting for the large force.

The man's eyebrows were resolute, his sword eyebrows were starry, and a black belt was tied around his waist, outlining a perfect waist.

There was a red figure in the team, and a girl with a high ponytail held a bouquet of flowers in her hand and rushed out of the team, "Brother Lin!"

The girl was petite, with baby fat on her face that had not yet dissipated, and her eyes were large and round.

Zhang Lin frowned imperceptibly.