When Yun Xuelan and Ding Ye left, it was already early in the morning of the second day. Two teenagers and two thin figures, one red and one green, sat quietly with their backs against the hall all night, but they were speechless.

The golden rain that poured over a state was the result of the old man surnamed Tao's literary fortune, and Ding Ye, who was not a cultivator, could not see such a vision. The other three were all looking at the rain with their own hearts.

The old man finally told Yun Xuelan a few things, including the life experiences of Frost Fall and Gu Yu. The two of them are the human figures condensed by the old man's sleeves in the wind-flipping style when reading in the rainy and frosty seasons. Day and night, he was influenced by the fragrance of ink, absorbing the book and the old man's own literary fortune, so as to sprout spiritual wisdom. The old man told Yun Xuelan to put the two of them back into their sleeves when they left the village, and the "two" would find where they should go during the boy's future travels. As for which scholar who has been blessed with great fortune will get one of these two refreshing winds of flipping books, and since then the road to study and seek the Tao has been smooth, and even opened a faction to say it, but the old man did not disclose it. Although Yun Xuelan knew the preciousness of the flipping style, let alone being collected by a person who gathered in a country's cultural movement and transformed into a human form. It's just that Yun Xuelan didn't have the selfish intention to take it for herself.

The old man's silver cigarette pouch was a mustard seed, and the old man used a spell to turn it into a silver hairpin and give it to the young man, and the hairpin was engraved with mysterious runes, and sometimes the treasure light flowed like a chanting sound ethereal. Even more precious than this precious and unusual mustard seed is the things stored in it, and the old man has carved almost all the knowledge he has learned and learned all his life on the bamboo slips and stored them in it. He also pointed out that Yun Xuelan could choose a few of them to refine into Qiankun in the future and place them in several specific acupuncture points in his body. But what kind of attention is paid to each acupoint, the old man did not elaborate, only said that if the young man can trust himself, he can give it a try, if he has doubts, it is normal, and it is not too late for the young man to understand the original reason if he feels that the old man's words are indeed feasible. The boy did not express his position directly, but only respectfully thanked him.

Yun Xuelan also took the initiative to ask the old man two things. One is to ask the teacher if he knows the origin of the little beast he calls "Tofu". After the old man saw it, he was just shocked that even the old man was envious of Yun Xuelan's luck and fortune, and told Yun Xuelan not to show this beast to people easily. He is not the only one in the world who knows a little about the origin of the little beast's roots and feet, but he did not solve Yun Xuelan's doubts, but added to the curiosity of the young man, but the latter has long been accustomed to the old man's style of acting and speaking, so he did not ask.

The second thing that the young man asked the old man also did not get a satisfactory answer, about his hidden disease, the old man just coughed three times, and said that the young man should get what he wanted when he went all the way north, and the old man was silent and refused to say a word about the rest of the details.

Yun Xuelan guessed in her heart that the old man's cherishing of his words as gold might be because the old man was related to Mr. Zhongli's gambling contract, as a disciple of Mr. Zhongli, in the eyes of this old man who had gambled with his own husband all his life and competed all his life, he should be as "hateful" as Zhongli Lao'er in the old man's mouth. The young man's courtesy is thoughtful and respectful to the extreme, not Yun Xuelan's coy posture, in public and private, the young man is sincerely grateful and admired the old man and has guilt.

When the last rays of golden light in the hall dissipated, no one opened the door. After the golden rain stopped, the four of them stood up and faced the hall, and the two short figures, one red and one green, knelt down on their knees and kowtowed to the hall three times. The two young men bowed to the empty hall.

Yun Xuelan, whose eyes were slightly wet red, stood up and walked towards the outside of the courtyard, one red and one green, two breezes hovering over the small courtyard for a week and then burrowing into the sleeves of the green shirt. Ding Ye, who saw this scene, was stunned, and when he saw Yun Xuelan's face was gloomy and pale, he dispelled the idea of asking.

The two rode away in the morning light, and no one in the village saw them off, nor did anyone see off Mr. Teach.

On the evening of the 29th day of the lunar month, the two walked to the foot of a mountain called Shijieling. Halfway up the mountain, the two found a deserted temple of the mountain god, the tiles on the top of the temple had fallen off in a few places, and the moonlight projected a few light cocoons on the ground through a few holes.

On the shrine in the temple is a three-foot-tall clay statue, the image of a black-faced and long-haired man. The big man's tiger eyes are round, and he seems to have the ability to deter ghosts and spirits in the mountains. It's just that the paint on the clay statue has fallen off, mottled and unshaped, revealing the mud tire below, which makes people feel sad to look at it like this. The clay statue held a long stick in its hand, which was supposed to be the wooden handle of some kind of weapon, but the head of the weapon was nowhere to be found.

The two of them built a bonfire, and Yun Xuelan took out the food he bought in the towns along the way from the mustard seeds.

"Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, right?" Ding Ye took the hot steamed bun from the fire and said, seeing Yun Xuelan nodding and continuing: "Have you ever been homesick?" Yun Xuelan shook his head.

"It's very lively in the palace, right?"

"It's not lively, it's cumbersome. There are a lot of rules, a lot of etiquette, and I am very uncomfortable. The boy wanted to say that if the family is not reunited, what will it be like to pass the New Year. just thought of the young man beside him who had been wandering outside for many years like duckweed, so he stopped talking. is also a fallen person at the end of the world, why should he feed others a mouthful of coptis when he is bitter in his heart.

Yun Xuelan remembered that in the past, after the people in the Chinese New Year's Eve Mountain Villa had gone through many ancestral worship processes, they would drink in their father's courtyard to celebrate the New Year. My father, who is not good at drinking on weekdays, is always greedy for drinks at this time. A few glasses of wine into the intestines, the middle-aged man who is not shocked and difficult to distinguish from anger on weekdays will have red eyes. Yun Xuelan didn't know whether it was his father's drunken eyes that were too drunk, or whether he thought of the woman who would be absent from the reunion dinner forever like herself.

Early in the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the servants of the villa in the Yunxuelan bamboo building will stand in a row in the hall, waiting to pay New Year's greetings to their young owners. Yun Xuelan will stuff the red envelopes prepared in advance to the subordinates who are saying auspicious words to themselves. This is the most interesting thing that teenagers find Chinese New Year. Because everyone has to say auspicious things that no one else has said, some maids who don't read much will go to those people in the mountain village who have some literature and ink in their bellies a long time in advance, and ask them to teach them three or five sentences for themselves. But every time they found that the auspicious words they had spent "a lot of money" to get at the bottom of the box were actually said by the people in front of them one by one, the embarrassed look of helplessness when it was their turn made Yun Xuelan feel that this was the most humane scene in this cold mansion. No one really cares if the money in the red envelope is one or two more than last year, or whether it is the most bulging compared to the red envelopes in other yards. What they care about is also the warmth in this bamboo building.

What made Yun Xuelan cry and laugh the most was that Rin Tan stood at the end of the line every time. The young man, who was not good at words, naturally couldn't spit out any witty words, and the young man never accepted Yun Xuelan's red envelope, but would take out a bulging red envelope from his arms and hand it to the young man. The rhetoric of young people is no different, but the red envelopes in their hands are heavier and heavier every year.

Thinking of this, Yun Xuelan remembered that he was a guard whose face was like frost and his temperament was like a cold pool. He left the villa on the same day as himself, and went only to the two places. Count the days, if there is no delay on the road, it should have arrived.

The bonfire in front of the two of them suddenly swayed violently, Yun Xuelan's eyes narrowed slightly, did she still come?

The sound of breaking the air and the footsteps of Si Xi Suo Suo sounded rapidly outside the temple. Yun Xuelan told Ding Ye to hide behind the mud statue and not to come out, and jumped up, the saber was already in the young man's hand.

The temple gate, which was already somewhat dilapidated, was shattered from the outside by a huge force, and more than ten arrows broke through the air, but before they landed, they were shattered by the blue-green sword in Yun Xuelan's hand, and it crackled like a rain of sawdust.

Round after round of arrows enveloped the boy's body, although it would not hurt the boy in the slightest, but the attacker took the opportunity to approach. Five or six black-clothed people surrounded the young man in the temple, and the remaining dozens of black-clothed figures were on a human wall in the outer city of the temple, obviously determined to turn the broken temple into a place for the teenager to bury his bones.

The eight black-clothed men who surrounded Yun Xuelan held crossbow machines in both hands, and as soon as they formed a formation, they shot at the young man. The yellow light in Yun Xuelan's sleeve flashed, and the crossbow arrows that shot out of the shot hit the mud statue of the black-faced man through the afterimage left by the young man in place, and a few muffled "bangs" fell to the ground with a muddy block. Ding Ye, who was hiding behind the shrine and the clay statue, cursed secretly.

Yun Xuelan, who appeared behind several people with a square-inch talisman, did not turn around, his left hand swiped lightly behind him, and the blood line on the back of the neck of the three black-clothed people immediately fell to the ground.

It's just that the young man hasn't put away his sword yet, and five more people in the human wall trapped here outside the temple are shooting with heavy crossbows while entering the temple. The other five people behind the boy also turned around in unison, and the crossbow arrows in their hands went straight to the back of the boy's heart.

Yun Xuelan, who was attacked on his abdomen and back, once again crushed a square inch talisman, and the sword brought out three blood rays, and the crossbow arrows shot at him also pierced through his companions who did not dodge. But the people outside the temple are like the tide of the sea, and groups of seven or eight people continue to pour into the broken temple. The person who came obviously wanted to consume the square inch talisman in Yun Xuelan's hand with his life. Thirty or forty percent of the men in black died at the hands of their own companions, but the speed of those who poured in did not hesitate at all.

Gradually, the already crowded and dilapidated temple was already full of corpses. There were only two ways in which the corpse died, either with a sword piercing the back of the neck or with an arrow in the chest.

Yun Xuelan's space for tossing and turning in the temple became smaller and smaller, and the effect of the square inch charm was suppressed as a result. The number of people pouring in only increased, and the young man's face became more and more pale, his green shirt was already soaked with sweat, and the speed at which the young man used the talisman became sluggish. At first, Yun Xuelan took the initiative to attack with the talisman in his hand, and then turned from attack to defense, and at this moment, even dodging has become overstretched.

Yun Xuelan, whose shoulders and ribs were already colored, showed a ruthless face, and the young man gritted his teeth and muttered: "You forced me, Lao Tzu will serve you a pot." ”

With that, Yun Xuelan's hand no longer flashed with yellow light, but exploded a green light, and a giant bear condensed by cyan thunder roared out, and the shadow of the thunder bear instantly expanded, and when it touched the roof, the tiles and mud stones instantly turned into ashes. The giant bear roared angrily, and in the blink of an eye, it had rushed out of the temple gate, and when he looked closely, there was still a temple gate, and even the walls were gone. The giant bear rushed into the black-clothed man who had not had time to dodge, and after a bear roar, cyan thunder swept across a radius of ten feet.

After a stick of incense, Ding Ye, who crawled out of the ruins, shook the dust on the black felt hat, looked at a deep pit in front of him, but did not see the figure of the young man in green shirt. Ding Ye stepped on the rubble and called out to Brother Lan repeatedly, but no one answered.

According to the location of the ruins where he was buried, Ding Ye calculated where Yun Xuelan had stood in the temple before, and finally found Yun Xuelan with white bones on his right arm and scorched black in many places all over his body in a pile of stumps and broken arms. If it weren't for the saber that fell next to the young man and the red jade mustard seed hanging from his chest, Ding Ye would not have been able to identify him. A small beast with upside-down hair stood beside the boy, gesturing with its paws and grinning as if to complain.

Ding Ye probed his companion's snort and breathed a sigh of relief slightly. He was thinking about how to get medicine from Yun Xuelan's mustard seeds to heal the boy's wounds. But suddenly he saw the righteous and corrupt little beast shudder. Ding Ye was puzzled, and more than a dozen black shadows approached here, and the murderous aura locked on the two of them.

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