At nightfall, Li Changming found an ancient temple to use as his accommodation for tonight.

The ancient temple is dilapidated, it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, some of them have infiltrated people, and the statues of Buddhist gods have fallen to the ground, and many more have been destroyed and broken into stone. The ancient temple didn't look big on the outside, but when Li Changming pulled the cart into the inside, it was a different scene.

The ancient temple occupies a large area, empty, the cold wind blows, coupled with the occasional sound of not knowing what it is, frightened Wang Si to hide in the bamboo box, and no longer dare to poke his head out.

Li Changming helped Wang Yi out of the carriage and put the quilt that Wang Yi had just laid down under him, I don't know where he found the straw at this time, and put it near Wang Yi to keep warm.

Ignited some wood that I didn't know who left in the ancient temple, but even so, Wang Si was still cold and shivered, and desperately leaned towards Wang Yi, grabbed a foot of the quilt, and covered his body.

Li Changming has internal strength to protect his body, and he is not so afraid of the cold, after arranging everything, Li Changming lifted Wang Yi's embroidered spring knife and stood up, "I'll go find something to eat, you protect yourself." ”

Wang Yi moved his body slightly, looked at Li Changming, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you use my sword, you have to use the embroidered spring knife?"

Li Changming pointed to the wooden sword behind him and left with a smile.

Wang Yi looked at his side, sat on the straw, turned the bamboo box upside down, and used it as a bookcase to copy the book, Wang Si, gently touched her head, "You don't need to copy books today." ”

Hearing this, Wang Si shook his head and didn't say anything, but the brush in his hand didn't stop moving. When Wang Yi saw Wang Si like this, he no longer insisted on it, and took out a book from the burden on the side.

It was Jia Xu who threw Wang Yi on the Lingjiang River, the Chunfeng Ferry that he had improved.

After a cup of tea, Wang Yi finished watching Jia Xu's Spring Breeze Crossing. As before, the general practice method has not changed, the sword technique of Xiaofeng Shore is still there, but there is only this one move, the rest is gone, and the rest is the mental method of internal power operation, which is very mysterious in Wang Yi's opinion. Referring to the previous version of Li Chunfeng, Jia Xu's Spring Breeze Crossing is unique and simpler.

There is also a realm set by Gu Kaizhi himself in the book.

The third and second grades were all regulated by Gu Kaizhi as not entering the stream, and they could not be called masters.

Above the first product is the real leisure.

Aoyama, Shinto, Grandmaster, Spring and Autumn.

These four realms are Gu Kaizhi's careful division of a product.

However, the specific reason for the name is not recorded in the book, but there is a sentence that someone should have written on purpose.

"In this life, if you don't practice martial arts in the Spring and Autumn Period, you will live in vain, and you will die in vain when you die. ”

Such words naturally don't seem to have been written by a scholar like Jia Xu, but there is another sentence below it, as if he is answering.

"Let's wait for the old man to get drunk, go and ask that Zhou Gong. ”

Wang Yi smiled, put down the book, raised his head, and looked at the starry sky in the sky through the dilapidated roof above the ancient temple, dotted with stars, such a scene, Wang Yi has seen it in Chang'an City, in that valley, and in Youzhou.

It's just the first time in such an ancient temple, when Wang Yi was in a daze, Wang Si finished copying the book early, packed up his belongings, put them in a bamboo box, lay down next to Wang Yi, and looked at the starry sky with Wang Yi.

Such a starry sky, Wang Si didn't think there was anything to look at, just a few stars, in the early years, when he was bored in Dajiang Town, he kept staring at them, they were all his own friends, and he named them.

This is the big black, in the whole starry sky, it is the least bright, no, now I am a scholar, it should be bleak! Wang Si patted his chest, glanced at his master, and found that his master was not

If there is anything unusual, he will continue to look for the stars he is familiar with, those of his own friends.

This is Lao Huang, hey, why is Lao Bai missing today, it seems that he can't find it, it's really a little annoying.

Thinking about it, Wang Si leaned on Wang Yi's side and fell asleep. Wang Yi looked down at his apprentice, gently picked up the foot of the quilt, and put it on Wang Si's body, while he stood up, walked to the cart, and took out the blood-stained shirt from above.

Looking at the clothes, Wang Yi shook his head, this was made by Qin Keqing when he was out of Chang'an City, and when he went back this time, there was no way to make it.

When he thought of this, Wang Yi felt a little pain in his heart, but when he thought that he had saved the mother and daughter, he was happy when he thought about it.

Got up and gathered up a few fallen stone statues, piled them up beside Wang Si, which could completely shelter from the wind and rain, after doing all this, Wang Yi looked at the sleeping Wang Si again, and then slowly sat down and began to slowly practice internal strength according to the record in the book.

A week passed, Wang Yi opened his eyes, although the injuries in his body had improved somewhat, but the internal force was still a little directionless.

Wang Yi hadn't tried the matter of Xinghui, but just when he wanted to gather Xinghui and enter his body, Xinghui instantly dispersed, and there was no trace of it.

Everything is because of the Immortal Bridge, which causes Wang Yi to no longer be able to practice Xinghui, but this internal force, although he has no clue for the time being, but after a week of operation, the injuries on his body have improved a lot, and he will not be talking, so he has to rest for a while.

A moment later, Wang Yi, who was about to run the next Sunday, suddenly opened his eyes, squinted, and looked at the door of the ancient temple.

The cold wind blew, and a figure appeared there, slowly walking into the ancient temple.

The person who came had a thin face, was old, had a long beard, a yellow monk's robe, a Zen staff in his hand, and a string of Buddhist beads.

He is a monk and a member of the Buddhist family.

The old monks politely saluted Wang Yi and said apologetically: "Donor, can the old man stay overnight?"

Wang Yi looked at the old monk and did not answer, at this hour, this weather, it is obviously not a simple matter for a monk to appear here.

"Where is the master from?"

The old monk smiled and said, "From where you came." ”

Wang Yi smiled, "Where to go?"

The old monk recited a Buddha name, "The donor's wisdom is deep." ”

Wang Yi pointed to the position opposite him, "Master, please take a seat, this ancient temple is an ownerless thing, and anyone can leave it." ”

The old monk smiled, and the Buddha beads in his hand turned, "The donor has a good heart, and there will be good retribution." ”

After that, he found a clean place and sat down, away from Wang Yi's side, the cold wind blew, and the old monk gently pulled his monk's robe.

Wang Yi glanced at the old monk, and felt a little unbearable, such an old man was in a hurry alone, and now he was spending the night, and the clothes on his body couldn't keep warm.

"Master, if you don't dislike it, how about coming here and keeping warm by a bonfire?"

The old monk who was thinking about how to spend tonight heard Wang Yi's words, and was a little embarrassed, "Childe won't worry about the old monk's problem." ”

Wang Yi picked up a piece of wood from the ground and threw it into the bonfire, "Then I have to sit down and say no." ”

The old monk got up, went to the opposite side of Wang Yi, put the Zen staff in his hand on his lap, and approached the bonfire, the old monk finally felt a trace of warmth in this cold winter. All the way to the road, are deliberately to avoid those temples, are to find some places where no one to spend the night, today is the snow came suddenly, the old monk has not had time to enter the city, the sky is dark, I am also helpless, walked for a long time, only to find

As soon as I came out of the ancient temple, I didn't expect Wang Yi and others to still be inside, and out of politeness, there were some conversations between the old monk and Wang Yi before.

After taking a seat, the old monk looked at the sleeping Wang Si, glanced at Wang Yi again, smiled at each other, and got busy.

Chang'an City, Zhangfu.

Zhang Zhongming didn't go home very early tonight, and after wandering around the south city gate, he was picked up by a carriage.

Inside the carriage, there was his father, Zhang Juzheng.

The car was driven by an old man who had been a housekeeper in Zhang's house for many years and had long since retreated into the background, and the three of them sat in the same carriage and slowly drove towards a certain place in the city.

The atmosphere in the carriage was a little solemn, Zhang Juzheng just sat there, and when Zhang Zhongming got into the car, he said that if he didn't go home today, he wouldn't talk, and he didn't say where he was going today, or why he did it.

Zhang Zhongming didn't ask, just lifted the curtain, looked at everything on the side of the road through the window, and lay there casually.

The carriage walked through the streets and alleys, and came to a stop near a courtyard.

Zhang Zhongming is very familiar here, and there is a woman living in it, whose name is Wang Yi, who is the same as Wang Yi, who became famous in Chang'an City some time ago.

Helping his father get out of the carriage, Zhang Zhongming knocked lightly on the door at the behest of his father.

"Who?"

A crisp voice came from inside.

The door opened in response, and a person dressed as a maid opened the door, and the moment he saw Zhang Zhongming, he whispered, "Young master." ”

Zhang Zhongming did not tease the maid who was sent by himself to serve his sister as usual, but said in a low voice: "Did she sleep?" ”

The maid bent down and said, "Young master, the young lady is still studying in the study and has not fallen asleep. ”

"Oh. ”

Zhang Zhongming turned around and said to his father, "Father, do you want to go in?"

Zhang Juzheng is not wearing the official robe of the past today, nor is he wearing the clothes that his wife made on weekdays, the clothes on his body are a little whitish, as if they have been washed many times, and it may be the clothes left over many years ago, it is possible.

Zhang Juzheng said to the old housekeeper beside him: "Old Zhang, you stay here for a while today, and by the way, let those who follow you leave." ”

The old butler did not speak, but nodded, and then walked towards the mouth of the alley. Zhang Juzheng saw the old housekeeper leave and walked slowly to the gate, and the maid saw her master coming here and hurriedly knelt down.

"I've seen the master. ”

Zhang Juzheng looked at the maid with an indifferent expression, "Get up, go and talk to the young lady, and say I'm coming." ”

With that, he stepped into the courtyard.

The maid answered, got up in a panic, and ran inside.

Zhang Zhongming followed behind his father and also walked in.

The yard is not big, and there is not much difference from Zhang Zhongming's previous visit, but there is an extra swing in the yard, and some shelves for drying things, there is nothing on it, and it seems that it should have been put away.

"How is your sister doing on weekdays?"

Zhang Zhongming grinned, his father didn't ask knowingly, Zhang Zhongming didn't believe that the maid would not report everything about Wang Yi to his father, even if the maid was sent by himself.

"It's okay, it's just reading and writing every day, and I don't go out, at most I stay at the gate for a while, and I don't go far. ”

Zhang Juzheng nodded, "When it's okay, come here more often." ”

Zhang Zhongming said something rebellious for no reason, "Dad, I can do this, but don't you think you are the one who should do this?"

After speaking, Zhang Zhongming regretted it and gave himself a mouthful, but his voice was not too loud.