The knock on the door echoed in the empty mountain temple, which made Han Chi and Lao Zhang at a loss for a while, in this snowy night in the deep mountains, encountering a robber is just losing some silver taels, and if you encounter some demons, you will lose your life.

But nothing happened as expected, and the demons and monsters were nowhere to be seen, just a rough-looking man who walked in with a woman on his back, and the man carried a long knife behind him, and the knife was a wide-backed handle, and it seemed that it would not be light.

After someone came in, Han Chi saw that the woman was still holding a child about one or two years old in her arms, but the package was too strict to see real, and the child seemed to be asleep without any sound.

The rugged man didn't hesitate when he saw the two people in the temple, and said with his fists clenched, "The two of you are fine, you are in a hurry at night and encounter a snowstorm, can you borrow a place to rest for a while?"

Lao Zhang waved his hand and said, "We also arrived early, and we should be convenient passers-by here."

The man still thanked him, and then went to the other side of the mountain temple with the woman, the man was quick with his hands and feet, found some dry grass and dry branches in the temple, first raised the fire, and then settled the woman and the child, and then turned out the door, but before going out, he still glanced at Han Chi and Lao Zhang.

Han Chi and Lao Zhang glanced at each other, but neither spoke, Han Chi is flexible, and Lao Zhang is an old man, the two did not speak and did not need to communicate, naturally they all knew that they could only cheer up, but there was no superfluous action.

This man's attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away is that he doesn't need to see it with his eyes, and Han Chi also smelled a faint smell of blood after the man entered the temple, if it weren't for the wind and snow, if it wasn't for the darkness of the night, if it wasn't for the front of the village and the back of the store, Han Chi wanted to take Lao Zhang to hurry up.

Dao didn't mean that this man could be a bad person, but Han Chi was afraid that the city gate would catch fire and affect the pond fish. If these three people really fled all the way to come, and the pursuers happened to rush to this mountain temple, and by the way, they gave Han Chi and Lao Zhang two knives, and Han Chi and them would have no reason to go even if they died.

The man came back soon, with some firewood in his hand, and he didn't know whether he picked it up or cut it on the side of the road, but Han Chi didn't hear any movement outside.

The man didn't bother Han Chi and the others when he came back, but just sat back and filled his fire with some firewood.

The man and the woman will also communicate occasionally, but they are very quiet, but after a while, the two took out white-flour steamed buns and half a roast chicken, which was greedy Han Chi and Lao Zhang almost drooled, you must know that the two have been on the road for a month, but they have not seen meat for more than half a month.

Han Chi and Lao Zhang glanced at each other, still had nothing to say, Han Chi re-wrapped the quilt tightly, but grabbed a short knife for self-defense in the quilt, Lao Zhang also put the wooden staff he usually used to hurry at hand, in order to do emergencies, but the two of them are powerful in binding chickens, even if they encounter wild dogs, they want to escape first, and then say, these precautions in their hands are just looking for a comfort, and the two of them may not be able to stop this man's knife when they join forces.

After another half an hour, Han Chi and Lao Zhang had already fallen asleep, but they didn't dare to really sleep, and at this time, there was a knock on the temple door again.

Han Chi swept over the man, and found that his whole body was tense like a cat's fried hair, and his upper body didn't seem to move, but his legs changed from sitting to squatting, as if he could burst out at any time, holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, and pushing the sleeping woman next to him with his left hand.

Han Chi was really frightened to see these actions, come on! This must be someone with a story, but more should be an accident.

Han Chi had no choice but to hold the short knife that had already been thrown aside, and Lao Zhang's cane was already in his hand.

The gate of the dilapidated mountain temple was pushed open again, but there was only one person who came, and Han Chi only felt that the clothes on the person who came were a little thin at first glance.

When the visitors walked into the temple, under the reflection of the bonfire, their appearance gradually became clear, and Han Chi looked at it again, but a local saying from his hometown in his previous life suddenly rose in his heart, "It's so fucking good-looking!"

It's just that the person who came was a man, and this person had a childish face, clear eyebrows and eyes, and he couldn't say how old he was, which made Han Chi feel sorry straight.

Even though Han Chi knew that there was no if, he still unconsciously thought that if the person who came was a woman, what kind of scenery would it be?

Han Chi only thought in his heart, it was impossible to make a sound, but the person who came opened his mouth first, he first arched his hand to the people on both sides of the separation, and then said, "The contemptible people have rushed here at night, and they have not brought anything to make a fire, I wonder if I can borrow a position by a certain campfire to warm up my body again?"

The man with the knife was still on guard, and the woman was nervously holding her child, but the child was tightly wrapped, and she didn't know if she woke up.

Lao Zhang is a warm-hearted person, and he is also a kind person, so he can't help but feel close, so he raised his hand and beckoned, "If you come to us for a while, it will be warmer if there are more people."

The person who came bowed down again and said, "Thank you two for your righteousness, but so-and-so is disrespectful."

Lao Zhang leaned towards Han Chi and let out some thatch to rest with the comers.

The visitor sat down on Han Chi's side, and then asked again, "I don't know what to call the two of you?"

Lao Zhang passed the name, but Han Chi still felt that the name of the comer was a little strange, so he didn't want to ask carefully, so he replied, "The next surname is Han, and Mr. calls Han Chi yes."

After Han Chi finished his name, he asked Zhao Ji again, "The two of us are going to the state capital in front to find an errand, but we don't want to get together here with my husband, I don't know where my husband is going, so I have to hurry on such a snowy night."

It stands to reason that when they meet in Pingshui, it is not easy to ask where the other party is coming from and where they are going, but Han Chi still has the idea of trying to turn it over, although Zhao Ji looks kind, but Han Chi does not dare to believe him completely, tonight to Han Chi feels a little strange, maybe it is related to his own life, Han Chi thinks that it is not too careful.

Zhao Ji shook his head and smiled bitterly, "A certain agreement was submitted, seeing that the appointment date is approaching, not to mention the wind and snow, even if you go under the knife, don't you have to be happy?

Zhao Ji eliminated most of the estrangement between him and Han Chi in a few words, and such a demeanor and demeanor naturally did not make the two of them think about him anymore, because Han and Zhang are just two poor goods, what can such characters do for them?

Lao Zhang replied with a smile, "Mr. is a trustworthy person, and it is a blessing for the two of us to meet him today."

Zhao Ji hurriedly shook his hand and said, "The road and the left meet, all of them are fate, and the word blessing is not daring, don't bother some."

After speaking, he sniffed his nose and said, "It seems that I smell the smell of roast chicken, and my stomach is empty, and my brain is starting to be confused."

Han Chi took out the remaining half of the scones from his arms, and said while handing them out, "The two of us are shy in our pockets, and we don't have any good food and entertainment, so there is only half of the scones left, Mr. Don't dislike it, as for the roast chicken, we really don't have it, but we can accompany Mr. to think about it."

Zhao Ji took half of the scone and didn't even look at it, so he put it in his mouth and ate it directly, but Han Chi could see that this Zhao Ji was not hungry, but that he was adhering to his trust in Han Chi, which made Han Chi feel a little close.

Zhao Ji finished eating the scones in a few bites, and then said, "It's really a great relief, as for what Brother Han said, it's even more interesting to think about the roast chicken together, if you say that Zhao likes the roast chicken the most, there used to be no chicken every day, but at that time, he was also shy in his pocket, and the trouble in ten miles and eight villages could not be stopped, and then he also went door-to-door to make compensation with some money in his hand, and now he thinks about it is really young and crazy!

After listening to this, Han Chi felt that this Zhao Ji was really a wonderful person, stealing chickens could make him speak so elegantly, it was boring and interesting. And he said that he had come to repay the chicken he had stolen before, and Han Chi felt that he had really returned it, not only because of the sincerity of what this person said, but because of an indescribable feeling, that is, it made Han Chi feel that what this person said was true.

Chatting a few words like this can be regarded as the estrangement of the three of them, so they also gag to talk about some things that were once interesting, or meet and hear interesting people.

Zhao Ji is very talkative, has good knowledge, has a wide range of knowledge, and is kind and kind, and likes to tell some stories of strange stories and wild fox fairies. Lao Zhang is also well-informed, especially in the circle of mortals seeking immortals in the capital, and the legends of those immortal dojos also come out of his mouth, and Han Chi has the memory of his previous life, and if he has his own opinions, he can also be regarded as knowledgeable. The three of them chatted very speculatively, and unconsciously Han Chi and Lao Zhang seemed to be sleepy for most of the time.

During this period, Zhao Ji took out a pot of old wine, but Han Chi didn't find out, where was this wine hidden by Zhao Ji just now? It's just that there is not much wine in the jug, and the three of them can get a sip each, and they will see the bottom.

But it was said that this wine was really delicious, and after drinking it, Han Chi and Lao Zhang felt that their blood was surging, and the chill was dispelled, and it was the little sleepiness that was left just now, but it also disappeared without a trace.

Han Chi wanted to come to this Zhao Ji to hurry at night in the snow, and his clothes were still so thin, it should be because of this good wine, but unfortunately there was not much left, but Han Chi and Lao Zhang were also open-minded in small things, thinking that it would be a blessing to get this mouthful, and it would be a luxury to get another bite or something.

When the three of them were chatting, they heard a knock on the door, and then someone outside said loudly, "The poor road passes through here, take a little place here to avoid the wind and snow, disturb you, and look at the sea."

This time, the three of them looked at each other by the fire, and this small mountain temple was not lively.

Someone pushed the door in, but it was an old Taoist priest in green clothes and combed hair, this old Taoist priest has a fairy wind bones, this way to step on the snow, the clothes on the body are still clean as new, how can it be an ordinary person, you must know that this outside can still be covered in silver, the world is white. Seeing that he has a gray goatee, he is more than a step better than Lao Zhang's, and he is carrying a red peachwood sword on his back, which always gives people an extraordinary feeling, and it is very fairy.

The old Taoist priest didn't ask for a place or borrow some fire from the two sides like Zhao Ji did, but he just sat cross-legged in the open space near the statue of the god, closing his eyes to the leaky temple door to recuperate.

Lao Zhang wanted to call this old Taoist priest over and roast the fire together, and when the immortal seeker saw the Taoist priest, he could always feel some closeness, but he wanted to speak several times, but in the end he couldn't do it.

Zhao Ji looked around and said with a smile: "It should be considered all now, right?"

I don't know to whom he speaks.