During the long trek, dusk came quietly, the shadows of the trees swayed, Shu Ange carried Zong Yujing on his back, and the shadows were stretched very long.

It was getting late, and it became difficult to identify the road, but fortunately, Shu Ange had already seen the corner of the eaves of the Baiyun Temple corridor hidden on the top of the mountain, as long as he walked up along the mountain road.

Climbing a mountain is originally a difficult thing, let alone climbing a mountain with a person on your back.

"Zong Yujing, are you thirsty, I'm thirsty. When I arrived at Baiyun Temple, I had to drink a lot of water. ”

Shu Ange pursed his dry lips, took a breath in his chest, and continued to walk up the mountain.

Finally came to the door of Baiyun Temple, Shu Ange looked at the dilapidated and lonely courtyard, as well as the faded plaque, and he was so excited that he burst into tears.

She carried Zong Yujing to the temple gate, stretched out her hand and tapped the rusty copper ring: "Is there anyone?" ”

No one in the audience responded, but instead startled a little dust, Shu Ange coughed, let Zong Yujing lean on him, and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

With a creak, the door opened, and the wind blew through the corner of the eaves, making a crisp sound, and a faintly bright red lantern hung in front of the main hall.

If he didn't know that this was a Taoist temple, Shu Ange would really have the illusion of being in the scene of a ghost movie.

Since the lantern is lit, there should be someone in the Taoist temple, Shu Ange tried to shout: "Is there anyone?" May I ask if there is anyone here, Yuqingguan Taoist friends have come to take refuge. ”

No one responded, Shu Ange frowned slightly, and sighed with Zong Yujing: "Strange, why is there no one here." ”

The dim light of the red lantern hit Zong Yujing's face, his white jade flawless face was a little more bloody, Shu Ange stared at his face, as if bewitched, and reached out to touch his cheek.

Before her hand touched Zong Yujing's cheek, a big hairy head suddenly came out, Shu Ange was startled, and suddenly stepped back, Zong Yujing fell on top of her, and the cold cheek was pressed against her lips.

This kiss happened inexplicably, Shu Ange couldn't help but widen his eyes, held Zong Yujing's waist with his hand, and removed his lips from his cheek.

The head with unkempt hair reached out and brushed the hair from the face, revealing a pair of small delicate eyes.

"Who are you, why do you want to kiss this kid of Zong Yujing?"

Shu Ange supported Zong Yujing and explained embarrassedly: "It was a misunderstanding, I accidentally touched him, I didn't kiss him." ”

The man's eyes turned a few times, his body was like a spring, he suddenly jumped back, and put his hand on his waist to look at Shu Ange and Zong Yujingzi carefully.

At the same time, Shu Ange was also looking at the other party, his big head looked about fifty or sixty years old, his hair was black and there was no wrinkle on his face, he was smooth like a boiled braised egg, and the goatee on his chin was waving in the wind.

The other party didn't show malice, and recognized Zong Yujing at a glance, Shu Ange felt a lot more at ease.

After looking at the two of them, he circled around Shu Ange, stroked his goatee and pretended to be deep: "It looks tricky, Zong Yujing, this kid will also be injured." ”

Shu Ange looked at him with a look of hope, and sincerely requested: "May I ask what the seniors are called, can you help the seniors of the sect heal?" ”

When the other party heard Shu Ange call himself and Zong Yujing both seniors, he supported his waist and laughed: "The little fart child back then was also called a senior, just call me to listen to Song Daochang." Let's go, carry the sect boy to the house first. ”

Listening to Song Daochang's hands, he swayed towards the guest room next to the main hall, Shu Ange carried Zong Yujing on his back and followed him with difficulty.

When the three of them were still six or seven paces away from the vermilion door, the door creaked open by itself, and with a flick of Songdaoren's fingers, two dim oil lamps lit up at the same time.

The furnishings in the house were very simple, and Shu Ange was sharp-eyed to find that there were several cobwebs in the corners of the walls, half-new mattresses were covered on the beds, and mosquito nets made of blue cloth were still patched.

"Listen to Daoist Song, do you really want to put the sect senior on the bed?"

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Shu Ange always feels that there is a lot of dust on the bed.

Hearing Song Daochang lift his eyelids, he took out a handful of dust from nowhere and held it in his hand, he pouted and gestured: "If you don't put it on the bed, do you want to hold it for one night?" ”

Shu Ange smiled awkwardly, put Zong Yujing on the bed carefully, listened to Song Daoren walked to the bedside, took out a gourd-shaped blue and white porcelain vase from his sleeve, and without looking at it, he poured out two pills from it and stuffed them into Zong Yujing's mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth, and Zong Yujing was still in a coma.

"Okay, he's finished taking the medicine, you stay by the side at night, change more hot towels and put it on his forehead."

Hearing this, Shu Ange nodded, and thanked the Tingsong Daoist with a grateful face: "Thank you Dao Master for helping, may I ask if the monk is injured and the hot towel is also useful?" ”

Listening to the Songdao people, he scratched his back with a whisk, and glanced at Shu Ange with disgust: "Isn't the monk a human?" Since it's a human being, what's the difference. ”

Shu Ange just wanted to ask the Songdao people where to fetch hot water and find towels, but he disappeared silently as when he appeared.

She shook her head, and after some searching, she finally found a wooden basin full of historical obsolescence.

There was no room for pickiness in the barren mountain ancient temple, Shu Ange groped for water blindly, and then used spiritual power to make the water boil.

After the water was hot, she opened her backpack, took out a towel from it, dipped it in hot water, and carefully wiped Zong Yujing's cheeks.

His blindfolded blue ribbon had been cut by the wind during the fight, and there was some blood stained on it.

After Shu Ange wiped Zong Yujing's face clean, he hesitated whether to take off the brocade ribbon from his eyes and help him wash it.

To take, or not to take, this is a question.

After Shu Ange hesitated for a while, considering that Zong Yujing was now injured and in a coma, taking off the brocade ribbon on his eyes should not have a big impact.

So with apprehension, she gently removed the blue brocade ribbon.

His face was completely exposed in front of Shu Ange, making her couldn't help but hold her breath. usually only looks at half of her face, and she already feels that Zong Yujing is definitely a rare beautiful man.

Now that she saw his whole face, Shu Ange knew what was called lack of language, she used all the adjectives, but she couldn't describe one percent of his elegance and beauty.

Zong Yujing's eyelashes are thick and slender, his eyes are deep double eyelids, and the proportion of his facial features is almost perfect.

Shu Ange held his breath, put the hot towel on Zong Yujing's forehead, then turned his back to him and washed the blue brocade ribbon that he was blindfolding.

In the dimly lit hut, Zong Yujing's shallow breathing made Shu Ange feel very safe.

She carefully cleaned his brocade belt, but his handsome and fair face kept coming to mind.

(Romantic and warm, everyone!) ）