After a short time, two old men slowly walked down the mountain.

A Zhao Rong is familiar with, it is a 61 layman he has seen during the day, sniffing the mouth of the gourd, greedy for water.

There is also a Zhao Rong who is completely unfamiliar, the old man is dressed in a simple Confucian shirt, although his face is old, but he is full of black hair, his spirit is strong, and his eyes are bright.

It must be the ancestor of the Lin family, Lin Wenruo's grandfather.

Zhao Rong stepped forward with Lin Wenruo.

The old ancestor of the Lin family glanced at Lin Wenruo, threw away the object in his hand at will, and immediately, his eyes immediately turned to the young Confucian student, and said with a smile:

"You are Zhao Ziyu, the dog doesn't know how many times he has been talking to you in front of me, my ears have heard the calluse, the dog said that you are as bright as a jade tree, with a special demeanor, the old man didn't believe it before, but now when I see it, this great-grandson, I didn't lie to the old man!"

Zhao Rong's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent, and he squinted at Lin Wenruo, who was rarely embarrassed on the side.

Dogs, this nickname is strong!

Local folk customs are relatively consistent in the matter of choosing nicknames, that is, it is believed that the more ugly and vulgar the nickname, the more children can grow up and not die.

Zhao Rong nodded suddenly, and said in a serious tone: "Old gentleman doesn't have to be polite, just call me Ziyu." I said that Lin Wenruo has some shit luck this guy has taken it, and he has a posture that is a little more handsome than a boy, and now I know it, it turns out that he has been stained with the blessings of the old gentleman and inherited one-tenth of your heroic appearance. ”

The old ancestor of the Lin family laughed when he heard this, and only felt that the kid in front of him was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.

The corners of Lin Wenruo's mouth twitched.

You flatter each other, don't catch me, where did I say these things......

Lin Wenruo watched helplessly as his grandfather and his friends chatted more and more, especially when the ancestors hugged him at the age of three, the urine was shaken out.

And Zhao Rong glanced at him with a smile from time to time, which made him a little embarrassed.

What kind of strange ancestor is this, and so is Ziyu, alas, carelessness in making friends.

Lin Wenruo shook his head, looked down at the golden pill that the old ancestor threw to him in his hand, there were still warm blood stains left on it, he took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped the golden pill with a chuckle, while listening to the conversation between the two people around him.

"Ziyu, how old is it?"

Zhao Rong was not good, but he still replied truthfully: "Eighteen years old." ”

"This is not small, is there a marriage match?"

As soon as Zhao Rong wanted to speak, he was interrupted.

The black-haired old man said to himself: "Well, it doesn't matter if there is, that, dog, dog, don't wipe it, do you still have a cousin? ”

Seeing that he couldn't get past it, he looked up and said helplessly: "Grandpa, when you left the customs eight years ago, your cousin Xin'er was just born...... There is really no woman of the right age in the lineage, and the side line is afraid that Ziyu will be wronged, otherwise I would have made a match. ”

The ancestor of the Lin family said solemnly: "Oh, is it, the matter of marriage is a major event in life, and if you don't worry about it earlier, you will be eight ...... at the age of eight."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. Zhao Rong coughed frantically on the side.

It's just that Zhao Rong was just about to speak, and someone was already talking for him.

The 61 monk put down the wine gourd, smashed his mouth, and then sneered, "Heh, Lin Laoer, don't be blind and mess with the mandarin duck spectrum, Zhao Gongzi can win the gentleman at a young age, the future is difficult to measure, where are you Lin family women climbing, don't delay Zhao Gongzi's future." ”

The ancestor of the Lin family was not happy when he heard it, "Good old drunk...... you old drunk"

The two old men seem to have a good relationship, their words and deeds are unscrupulous in private, and the 61 monks are not as serious as they are in the daytime, Zhao Rong laughed and watched them quarrel on the side, and he actually felt a little childlike.

It's just that at this time, a blue-clothed Taoist priest suddenly came down from the mountain.

Stopped not far from the four of them, stood in the dark shadows, and waited.

Lin Wenruo, who was chuckling and wiping the golden pill in his hand, slowly lowered the corners of his mouth and flattened it.

He blinked, wiping the Jin Dan more carefully, his eyes staring at the many heavenly marks on the Jin Dan seriously, as if he wanted to see what it looked like inside.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the Taoist priest who was standing still, a little curious.

At the same time, the ancestor of the Lin family suddenly stopped talking, turned his head and apologized to Zhao Rong: "Ziyu, the old man will leave first, if the dog has anything to entertain, you come to me, and I will beat him for you." ”

After that, he instructed Lin Wenruo a few more words, and then went down the mountain with the 61 layman.

The overall situation has been decided, and there is no need for them to make any more moves here, just leave it to the juniors.

After the two old men left, the waiting black shadow not far above quickly came to Lin Wenruo, bowed down and clenched his fists, "Master, she is in the Osmanthus Forest." ”

"Thank you for your hard work, go down. The man who lowered his head and wiped it said softly.

Zhao Rong fixed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, this blue-clothed Taoist priest was the fat Taoist Chen Hongyuan he had seen when he and Lin Wenruo first met the Drunkard Pavilion.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, he knew some of these things, at the dinner that day, Lin Wenruo roughly told him, how to "directly tell" Chong Xuguan, he is a first-class horse......

Chen Hongyuan responded, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve, and then smiled at Zhao Rong sideways, turned around and went down the mountain.

Just before leaving, the fat Taoist priest stopped and looked back at the Chong Xuan Guan behind him, which had been lit up with fire and smoke, and soon turned his head and strode away.

Lin Wenruo's shoulders collapsed slightly, he was finally busy with the work in his hands, or rather, all the work tonight, he could finally do some of his own things.

The elder Confucian threw the golden pill in his hand to his friend, who took the warm golden pill that had just been cut out not long ago, and didn't look at it much, and put it in his arms.

Zhao Rong glanced at the thousand-year-old Taoist temple on the mountain, the beating flames were like an orange giant walking in its palace, reflecting its light on the black curtain, and every pair of eyes that were addicted to it.

Lin Wenruo moved.

He turned around and walked towards a forest somewhere on the side.

Zhao Rong paused for a moment and slowly followed.

Zhao Rong followed him and turned left and right, and in some places where Zhao Rong initially thought there would be no road, he could always find the most ingenious shortcut.

He seemed to be familiar with the enemy's territory, as if he had been there a thousand times before.

Zhao Rong followed him to cross the stream on rocks, leap over the trees, and grope towards the depths of the remote back mountain.

At one point, Zhao Rong even felt that the two of them were like two naughty children, because he felt that some whimsical roads seemed to be something that only naughty children full of curiosity and creativity could think of.

As adults, they have become accustomed to driving on the right road like a horse-drawn carriage.

Finally, the two stepped over the last mountain spring and stepped on the bluestone slab.

The trampling sounded.

This is a mountain road that Zhao Rong is familiar with, and it spreads from the foot of the mountain to the vermilion lacquer gate on the mountain that once stopped Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong followed his footsteps and walked up the mountain.

At night, the mountain road is even deeper, and the fire on the top of the distant mountain does not seem to patronize this quiet realm at all, this and the front mountain are like two worlds, and all the stories that happened on the other side of Taibai Mountain seem to have nothing to do with it.

But it also has its stories, such as the two children in a story, a boy and a girl, who came back here tonight.

A quiet scent of osmanthus came to my nose.

Zhao Rong stopped in front of the osmanthus forest he had seen once, and watched the back of the long Confucian gradually disappear into it.

Since then, Guilin has remained silent, and not a single sound has been heard.

This deep mountain forest seems to want to hide all the stories quietly.

Finally, after some time, he came out.

It's still him, just carrying a pot of osmanthus stuff.

Hands are covered with wet dirt.

The night hides its color.

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PS: Tomorrow two shifts will be in the evening.