A cup of tea passed, a stick of incense passed, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

The icy rain of late autumn ran down his messy hair and washed away the dust and sweat.

With a gust of cold wind blowing, he couldn't help but shiver, and his undulating eyelids revealed that he was forcibly sensing the aura.

The feeling in the rain is different, and you can't even do it without hearing, let alone calm your mind?

Clueless, he was extremely irritable, and even the cold rain could not extinguish it.

I tried my best to suppress the idea of yelling, and finally it only turned into a hoarse choked throat.

Instead of bothering with the water and mud in the grass, he lay on his back on the ground, holding on to the weeds with both hands.

Let the rain hit his face, try his best to open his eyes wide, looking at the black night sky, but except for the nearby rain, there is only a black patch.

Tears flowed out of their eyes, mixed with the rain, slid down their cheeks, and flowed down to the ground.

Thinking that wandering between life and death is the greatest pain.

Now I found out that I had a mantra but couldn't cultivate, and it was even more unbearable.

The throbbing of the soul at the time of Mao could no longer be taken into account, and the depression that had been suppressed in his heart for many years suddenly exploded.

Although all kinds of things in the past were hard, although they were threatened by life and death, because they were also mortals, they didn't feel anything wrong, they were just born, old, sick, and disabled, but now they feel extremely unfair.

His pain did not ease the rain, but the darkness passed away, and gradually he stopped crying, and the day gradually dawned, and the rain did not stop.

The Taoist priest, who was as clean as yesterday, got up, didn't look at Yi Heng, pulled his legs and walked forward, the mud on the road did not affect his feet, if you look closely, you will find that your feet seem to be stepping on the air.

Yi Heng didn't dare to hesitate, hurriedly got up, put the basket on his back, didn't have time to care about the yellow mud all over his body, let the rain pour on his body, looked at the Taoist priest who was getting farther and farther away, and followed.

The village closest to the king's capital is called Dawang Village, because it is the closest to the king's capital, only more than 300 miles away, so it is much larger than other villages.

Hundreds of families gathered in this village, and the road leading to the royal capital divided the village in two.

Like all villages, Dawang Village is mainly farming for a living, and the only advantage is that it is inevitably shrouded in the majesty of the royal capital, and ordinary bandits do not dare to make a mistake here.

There are several teahouses on the side of the road, and passers-by can also stay in the store, but in recent years, the war has continued, although it has little impact on Dawang Village, but there are many fewer pedestrians in the past.

So now there is only one teahouse on the side of the road that is still in business, and there is only one guy sitting by the tea stove to make tea.

The tea shed was empty, the tarpaulin on the top was whirring in the autumn wind, and the word "tea" on the bamboo poles on the roadside had long been worn out and invisible.

It was noon, and the guy was dozing off in a daze.

"Man, here's the best pot of hot tea,"

"Okay!" the man woke up, and before he had time to observe the guest, he was accustomed to answering.

When he lowered his head and fanned the fire, he looked at the visitors with his spare eyes.

A Taoist priest dressed in a cyan robe, with a slightly thin figure, a slightly pale complexion, thin lips slightly closed, long eyebrows raised, and occasionally slightly open eyes that are sideways dare not be looked at.

"This Taoist priest is so powerful," the guy has been in this teahouse for many years, and he has seen passers-by who are unknown, and he is also confident in his own vision, and he can roughly guess the identity of the guest at a glance before.

But this time, I only knew that this Taoist priest had to be well entertained.

Thinking of this, another person came in the tea shed, and the man looked up and was startled.

A man of more than five feet, shirtless, barefoot, messy hair, scars on his face, no obvious features on his facial features, his eyes are staring at the Taoist priest, but his eyes are not stern, and he even feels like this?

"The feeling of grief. ”

The guy thought to himself, if it weren't for this man's bare hands, if it weren't for this man's complaining eyes, the guy would probably have shouted "The bandits are coming".

"These two are some people. The man was depressed, and the later man did not speak, but sat down at the empty table two tables away from the Taoist priest.

"Man, where's tea?"

The low voice that came out of the mouth of the Taoist priest actually made the guy feel a kind of pressure to obey.

"Come on," the guy walked to the Taoist priest with the teapot, picked up the tea bowl on the table, wiped it with a white cloth, and then poured the steaming tea to the brim.

"Dao Chief, there is no good tea here, I can only barely quench my thirst. ”

The Taoist priest didn't answer, reached out and took a sip of tea, faced the man's eyes, and took another sip, but there was no comment.

Although the man was not praised, he did not disappoint the Taoist priest, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Man, here's a bowl. ”

A hoarse voice sounded, and only then did the guy realize that there was another person.

"It's coming, it's coming, the guest officer is sluggish!"

The man apologized and poured the tea, only to see that the man was impatient to take it all and drink it all, fortunately the tea was not very hot, otherwise it would be good to have this man.

"Another bowl," he raised his hand to wipe the tea that overflowed from his mouth, withdrew his gaze from the Taoist priest, and said to the man.

Only then did the man discover the scars on this man's body, and the scars on his face were heavy and disorganized.

Some are smooth and neat like knife wounds, some are rough and uneven like claw marks, and their eyes are calm and fierce, but this scar alone makes the guy feel suffocated.

Quickly suppressed his trembling hands and poured tea again. "This man can't be messed with. The man thought to himself.

These two people are Yi Heng and Xu Xianshi.

More than half a month has passed since that rainy night, and God knows how Yi Heng survived these days.

When it rains and when it rains, it just falls, and with this body and will that has been crawling on the edge of life and death all year round, it can also survive.

The point is that there is no food to eat, and you have to travel for a long time.

Sometimes when the Taoist priest is resting, he goes to the roadside forest to find some wild fruits or something, but the Taoist priests rest at night, not to mention looking for wild fruits in the dark and secluded forest, it is good if you don't get lost.

Later, he didn't bother to look for it, he ate everything that could be eaten in the grass on the side of the road, as long as he could fill his belly, anyway, the Taoist priest didn't seem to eat anything, could it be that he wasn't afraid of hunger?

Na Cheng thought that this Taoist priest really didn't eat anything, and he was still in good spirits every day.

This makes him miserable, these days he almost digs some grass roots at night and finds some stagnant water to drink.

So at this time, looking at the Taoist priest without complaining in his eyes, he didn't dare to say anything.

Of course, the guy didn't know this, and he thought that this thief was going to rob the Taoist priest, and he was secretly worried about the Taoist priest.

"Man, there's a carriage in this village. ”

The Taoist priest didn't seem to know his situation, let alone the man's worries, and asked.

"Yes, there is only one carriage in the village, it belongs to the owner of the Wu land, his house is easy to find, from here along the village road to enter, the one who sees the Huihong compound is the Wu landowner's house," the man said hurriedly.

After hearing this, the Taoist priest put down the tea bowl that he had only taken two sips of, got up and walked along the path guided by the man, as for the tea money, as if he didn't know how to pay for the tea.

Seeing this, Yi Heng also drank the tea in the bowl violently, and left with the Taoist priest, and seemed to have forgotten the tea money.

The guy watched the two leave, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, until he couldn't see anyone, he came back to his senses, and he even forgot about the tea money just now.