Wan Jianfeng jumped out of the high wall of the county government, and walked alone in the silent night by the hazy moonlight. Murong Yunyao's firm face kept coming to his mind, and the sentence he said to her, "Stinky for food, this girl is the founding father of the country, if she leaves with you like this, she will be a fugitive for the rest of her life, and this kind of infamy will not be carried by this girl!" ”

Wan Jianfeng frowned, and smiled bitterly, "Little witch, this young man must have owed you money in his previous life, and he only came to repay the debt in this life." I don't know how much I owe you, but I actually gave Ben Shaoxia such a problem. Ben Shaoxia is a poor man named Huazi, how can he make the high-ranking county magistrate and Du Chuzhi apologize to you? ”

He meditated on and on, and before he knew it, he had gone far away. He wanted to find a cheap inn to stay in first, but his legs seemed to be uncontrollable, and he flashed in front of several inns one after another without realizing it. Wan Jianfeng himself didn't know where to go, but it seemed that only by running through the streets and alleys in the dead of night could he relieve the distress and helplessness in his heart a little.

The cold moonlight pours on every street and alley in the city. In the bustling streets during the day, there is not even a pedestrian at this time, and the doors and windows of every house are all black, not even a trace of light, and the night full of the city is not only dead and silent, but also makes people feel an inexplicable sadness.

Wan Jianfeng let the fierce wind brought up by the sudden break whistling and blowing his fat clothes, and the night wind blew his cheeks like a knife, but his pace still did not slow down in the slightest. At this time, he is like a sharp arrow off the string, like a galloping horse, more like a gale, seemingly free and uninhibited, but in fact full of fetters in freedom, even if he runs fast and far, he will never be able to run out of inner entanglements.

Suddenly, in the middle of the long empty street, a white figure appeared at some point. When Wan Jianfeng saw that there was someone in front of him, he hurriedly wanted to stop his steps, but he ran too fast and couldn't hold back for a while, and he slammed into the white figure.

Wan Jianfeng exclaimed loudly in fright, but the white figure didn't seem to see him at all, nor did he hear his shout, and it seemed to have no fear of his lightning coming, and he didn't even move a single step.

In the flash of light, Wan Jianfeng was already less than half a foot away from the white figure, and the speed under his feet was also slightly slower, but it was still extremely fast and fierce. Wan Jianfeng hurriedly shouted: "Brother in front, get out of the way!" Otherwise, Ben Shaoxia broke you, and I won't be responsible! ”

Before Wan Jianfeng's words fell, the person was almost close to the body of the white shadow. He was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, and could only resign himself to fate. But at the moment when the two were about to collide, Wan Jianfeng suddenly felt that his body was twisted by a combination of strength and softness, and the momentum that he couldn't contain no matter what, was easily dissolved by this person.

The white figure slowly spoke: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, why is this little benefactor traveling so fast in the middle of the night?" Fortunately, you are bumping into the poor path, otherwise if you break someone, you will have to commit karma? ”

Wan Jianfeng only felt that his voice was as cold as the moonlight, and as warm as the spring breeze, which was refreshing to listen to in his ears, but he didn't dare to disobey. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the white figure with a smile, and was completely stunned in an instant.

I saw that this person's face was like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and five wisps of ink hair under his jaw floated with the wind. He was dressed in gossip fairy clothes, holding a whisk in his hand, stepping on the clouds, and his whole body seemed to exude a cold holy glow under the moonlight. Although he is over forty years old, the years do not seem to have left too many traces on him, and he is still as delicate and elegant as when he was young, as if he is an immortal who may go away from the wind at any time.

After a while, Wan Jianfeng slowly came back to his senses and asked, "You, you must have come down from heaven to the world to save the suffering, right?" He said that as soon as his legs went limp, he was going to kneel down for the man.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "Poor Dao is not an immortal, so the little donor doesn't have to be like this?" He smiled so kindly, as if he hadn't seen a relative for many years, Wan Jianfeng suddenly felt that the gloom in his heart had dissipated half.

He said curiously: "You are really not an immortal, so who are you?" ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked Wan Jianfeng up and down, and then said leisurely: "Poor Taoist Chen stepped on the law, he studied the art of Shuiyun Pavilion in his early years, and then followed Chen Lu's ancestor to realize the Tao, and gave the law the name 'Shouzheng'." ”

Wan Jianfeng scratched his head, as if he remembered something, "Have you been in Shuiyun Pavilion?" Then do you know that Yun Yimo of Shuiyun Pavilion, I heard that he can call the wind and rain, summon gods and ghosts, if he hadn't died early, I would have gone to Lianxia Mountain to learn from him. And his son Yun Zixiao is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and it is also a set of tricks to deceive people. I don't know what smoke is coming from the ancestral tomb of the Yun family, who are the people of this generation? ”

When Chen Tafa heard the two names mentioned by Wan Jianfeng, thousands of emotions appeared in his eyes for a moment, but then he returned to indifference, and only said: "The names of these two donors, Poor Dao has heard a little, I don't know what the donor means when he mentions these two people to Poor Dao?" ”

Wan Jianfeng said with a smile: "I heard that Shuiyun Pavilion is like the old ladies in the village, there is no such thing as not asking around, I also want to ask them to inquire about beating my father, but I heard that Shuiyun Pavilion has been scared by Song Jun many years ago." Thanks to a few days ago I met an old man, he said that his father was abducted by an old cow's nose, and finally knew that he was still alive, but I didn't know that we could only see each other in the year of the monkey? ”

Chen Tafa bowed slightly, "I see, since Ling Zun has traveled with his fellow Daoists, most of them should be safe and sound." The donor doesn't have to be anxious, he will help the little friend ask in a few days, and the family will be reunited within a year. ”

Wan Jianfeng saw that he didn't seem to be joking, so he was so happy that he couldn't clap his hands, and patted his head and said, "Thank you, thank you!" If you can really help me find my father, I will go to the river and touch two big fish and grill them for you!" ”

Chen Tafa smiled faintly and said: "The poor road has always been coarse tea and light food, and there is also a waterhole next to the Yuntai Temple where you live, so you don't need to bother your little friends." ”

Wan Jianfeng looked up at the sky, arched his hand and said: "Okay, it's getting late, I won't delay your journey, if there is a fate in the future, we will meet again in the rivers and lakes." He said on tiptoe, and he was going to keep going.

Chen Treada swept the dust and blocked Wan Jianfeng's way, "Little friend, Poor Dao sees that there is a hidden evil aura between your eyebrows, I don't know if your relatives and friends are in trouble right now?" ”

Wan Jianfeng's footsteps suddenly froze when he heard this, and he said in disbelief: "I'll go, are you really god?" Could it be that you are a half-immortal body, can you pinch it? ”

Chen Tafa nodded, and shook his head again, "Poor Dao can indeed be calculated, but the body of a half-immortal is a bit overrated. If you want to save your friend from prison, go to Zixiao Temple not far away with the poor road to stay for two days, if you don't want to, the poor road will go. ”

Wan Jianfeng hurriedly grabbed Chen Tafa's arm, and Chen Tafa's white robe, which was white and snowy, immediately left a few black handprints, "I think, I think!" Don't go, no matter what, save Murong Yunyao, that little witch! ”

Chen Tafa was slightly stunned, and a burst of inexplicable emotion set off in his eyes, as if he was recalling the happy past, but also like remembering the unbearable past. After a long time, he said indifferently: "Xiaoyou, your friend's surname is Murong?" ”

Wan Jianfeng nodded, "Yes, this little witch is terrible!" She is the daughter of Murong Yanzhao, the founding father of the Great Song Dynasty, and her name is Murong Yunyao. ”

Chen Tafa pondered for a moment and asked, "How old is your friend this year?" ”

Wan Jianfeng thought hard for a long time before he said: "I really can't tell the age of the girl's family, and she hasn't told me, but it looks like it should be about twenty." ”

Chen Tafa pinched his fingers and calculated, and then muttered to himself: "Impossible, Murong Yanzhao didn't marry a wife twenty years ago, where did he get his daughter?" Could it be that this Murong Yunyao, like Zixiao Xian's younger brother back then, was someone else's abandoned baby? ”

Wan Jianfeng saw Chen Tafa whispering to himself, and he was busy pricking up his ears curiously to listen, but the two were so close that he still didn't hear half a word. When he first met Chen Tafa, he felt that he was like a god, and he believed in his heart that he could not only rescue Murong Yunyao, but also help him find his father Wan Mengsheng. It was the first time in Wan Jianfeng's life, and he resisted his curiosity and didn't ask.

Chen Tafa thought for a long time before he came back to his senses and said, "Little friend, let's go, Poor Dao might as well help you rescue your friend earlier." ”

Wan Jianfeng nodded excitedly, pointed to the way he came, and said, "I tied the donkey to the yamen, and I will come when I go." As he spoke, he was at the end of the long street in the blink of an eye.

Soon, Wan Jianfeng rode back on a donkey. He came to Chen Tafa's side, turned over and got off the donkey, smiled at Chen Tafa, and said, "Please get on the donkey!" ”

"Thank you, little friend." Chen Treadon said with a slight touch of his toes, his figure floated up, and the wide Taoist robe was blown by the breeze, like an elegant white cloud. Then he landed lightly on the donkey's back, and with a rein of the reins, he headed straight for the city gate.

Wan Jianfeng saw that he was agile and his demeanor was elegant, not only was he stunned again. The donkey had walked far away with Chen's tread, and Wan Jianfeng slowly came back to his senses. He shouted, "Wait for me!" He hurried in the direction he was heading.

(End of chapter)