Only the cold wind and cold rain of dusk barely retain the breath of late spring. On the dirt road to the east, a horse-drawn carriage drove by, splashing two high rows of flying mud. There were two good-looking women sitting in the car, a young man in a green shirt driving the car, and a fiery red horse pulling the cart - who would have thought that this kind of sweat and blood would actually do the rough work of pulling a cart at this moment.

Wei Qimu had to leave the restaurant that was used to heal his heartache, and ran on the road again, Luo Xia was still weak and dying, and the county lord Zhang Ying, who was originally for fun, had no intention of lingering on the scenery.

Wei Qimu doesn't like rain, he thinks that the rain is good in the eyes and ears, and the rain in poetry and painting is also very beautiful, but if it is drenched on his own body, it is not very comfortable.

Although the sky is not beautiful, fortunately, it is not perfect, Wei Qimu still found a place to stay and drove the carriage in. This is a dilapidated temple, under the rain and dark sky, it is difficult to distinguish the lintel stone. This temple is probably in disrepair, and now only the ruins remain, and the inside is full of dust and cobwebs, fortunately it can shelter from the wind and rain.

The temple was dim, and Wei Qimu looked around and barely recognized that this was a Guan Gong Temple. On the Sumeru altar, sitting in the middle is Guan Gong with a red face and long beard, and on both sides are Zhou Cang holding a big knife and Guan Ping holding a handsome seal. There was nothing else but these three statues, futons, incense, and even the three statues were broken arms and feet, and they were broken, and the big sword and handsome seal were gone.

Wei Qimu lightly slapped out a "Wuwei Palm", swept the ground with the power of his palm, and made a fire. Luo Xia was already asleep, and Zhang Ying laid out a futon for her and put her on it.

Zhang Ying got closer to see this statue, Guan Gong statue squinted at Danfeng's eyes, mighty, and Zhou Cang on the right side frowned angrily, which was quite scary. She couldn't help but shudder in her heart, fortunately Wei Qimu was beside her, she was not too afraid, if she was alone, she would never dare to spend the night in this temple.

When he had nothing to do, Wei Qimu had to think of Huang Zhen and became sad again.

Zhang Ying was careful, saw the clue on Wei Qimu's eyebrows, and asked softly, "Are you worried about Sister Luo Xia?"

Wei Qimu nodded, shook his head again, but did not speak.

Zhang Yingmei's eyes rolled: "Do you have anything else on your mind?"

Wei Qimu nodded slightly.

"The line is re-lined, and the monarch is separated. More than 10,000 miles apart, each at the end of the world. The road is blocked and long, and the meeting is safe. Of course, Wei Qimu has something on his mind, and he doesn't know if there is a time to say goodbye to Huang Zhen.

Zhang Ying was curious: "Just tell me, how uncomfortable is it to hold it in your heart?"

Wei Qimu wanted to speak and stopped, how could this lovesick pain be heard by others?

Zhang Ying saw that Wei Qimu was silent, so she said, "Then I'll tell you a story to relieve your boredom." ”

......

"Our Dali men are different from the Tang people, no matter how high or low, all of them will never leave their swords. Our swords are also different from yours, each sword has to be refined repeatedly for ten years, and then the head is decorated with gold silk rhino skin. Among them, there is a kind of sword forged by the ronin called the 'Lang Sword', which is the most sharp, and is called 'Stone and iron are like mud, blowing hair and wind', which is amazing!"

Zhang Ying is proud, Wei Qimu Waner.

"There is also a kind of knife called 'Yu Knife', which is first smelted with poison and then quenched with the blood of a white horse, and if you hurt someone, you will die, you should be careful in the future! ”

In addition to telling the story, Zhang Ying did not forget to remind Wei Qimu.

Wei Qimu was very interested in this "Yu Dao Lang Sword", listened carefully, and thought that he might have the opportunity to see one or two in the future, but it was a pity that Zhang Ying did not have a sword or sword on his body.

"We men wear felt, women don't apply powder......"

Wei Qimu then understood why Zhang Ying was always plain-faced.

"Have you ever ridden an elephant?" asked Wei Qimu.

"Naturally. ”

"That'...... Does it bite?"

"Giggle......

Zhang Ying covered her mouth and smiled, Wei Qimu was as stupid as a child.

"My brother is the lord of the Great Rite Country, he is busy with state affairs all day long, and he has no time to play with me, and everyone else is afraid of me ......"

"What about your mother?"

"She prays to the Buddha and recites sutras all day long, it's so boring – I hate temples the most. ”

"But you're in the temple right now. Wei Qimu couldn't help but joke with Zhang Ying.

"Ahh

"It's good that I'm not a monk. ”

Zhang Ying said in a gentle voice: "Even if you become a monk, I don't hate you......

Zhang Ying talked about her childhood from the customs of her hometown, and her voice was tactful, which made Wei Qimu feel interesting, and listened quietly with his ears, and interjected to ask questions from time to time, he already knew a lot of things about Nanzhao, including when he was competing with Yin Keda in Chang'an, the "Luo Tho" in the mouth of the people of Nanzhao, he also knew that it was a warrior. Zhang Ying's voice seemed to have magical power, and even the original sorrow was eliminated.

Zhang Ying said that her mouth was dry, and she shouted: "I said I was tired, I want to drink water and rest for a while." ”

Wei Qimu smiled and handed her the kettle, Zhang Ying drank the water and glanced at Wei Qimu, and said, "I told you so much, you still don't tell me what is on your mind?"

Wei Qimu didn't expect her to tell the story for this matter, and he was speechless for a while. Zhang Ying continued to urge: "Hurry up and say it!" Or pretend to be pitiful: "You don't say I'm uncomfortable, can you bear it?" and even coquettishly: "Good man, good brother, just say it!"

Wei Qimu was so entangled by her that he couldn't cry or laugh, and said in his heart, "This Zhang Yingjun Lord can even toss people more than that Zhang Fengchen!" Thinking of Zhang Fengchen, Wei Qimu couldn't help but think of Bingmen, asking Junping and others, and Ma Dongping was killed, Zhu Wen came and went, and Huang Zhenqing broke off...... Wei Qimu only felt full of sorrow, and there was nothing to dispel. Although he has been with Luo Xia for a long time, Luo Xia is an ice cave inside and out, how dare he confide his thoughts to him? Zhang Ying's words and movements, like a pouring mouth, scratched Wei Qimu's heart.

From being chased and killed by the old man for the first time and meeting Huang Zhen, to entering the Soul Palace by mistake, to Juancheng and Chengshi, until Huang Zhen was kidnapped, and finally met in the dungeon, but the two broke off. Wei Qimu recalled the bits and pieces with Huang Zhen, just like yesterday, and told Zhang Ying in detail, as if he was telling it to himself.

The old story between him and Huang Zhen is not earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods, but it is just an ordinary story that is difficult to marry, but Wei Qimu hooked his bitter intestines, and his voice was a little sad, which actually infected Zhang Ying's beautiful eyes and reddened.

Zhang Ying said angrily: "Her father is too hateful!"

When Wei Qimu saw her like this, he smiled and said, "What do you know about a child." ”

Zhang Ying was not convinced, and pouted: "I'm eighteen years old, why am I a child?"

Wei Qimu was noncommittal, after all, he had just won the championship this year.

"What's her name?"

"Yan Rushi. Wei Qimu paused, but still said the name. In his opinion, this name is far more intimate than the word "Huang Zhen", and it seems that this can avoid the truth that she is the daughter of Huang Chao.

"Oh, that's a nice name. ”

......

"Do you want to go to Dali in the future?" Zhang Ying suddenly asked.

Wei Qimu was slightly stunned: "What if...... If I have the chance, I would like to see this magical place and take an elephant ride. ”

"Heh, are you in a hurry to go to Nanzhao to be a concubine? She happened to hear this, and naturally she couldn't avoid the opportunity to ridicule Wei Qimu.

Wei Qimu was extremely embarrassed by Luo Xia's words, and said dissatisfied: "Why are you eavesdropping on us?"

Luo Xia ignored Wei Qimu's questioning.

Zhang Ying's face was flushed, and she said shamefully: "Sister Luoxia, why are you talking nonsense!"

Luo Xia knew that Zhang Ying was taking care of her all the way, so her tone was no longer so cold: "Sister, this kid is stupid, what's so good?"

Wei Qimu hurriedly said: "Wait, where am I stupid?"

Luo Xia said: "Why don't you want your poems anymore?"

Wei Qimu was so angry that Luo Xia's scalp was numb, so he simply turned his face away and kept silent.

said that it was the second half of the night, Wei Qimu and Zhang Ying were already sleepy, and they found a place to lie down. Not long after Wei Qimu fell asleep, he heard Luo Xia's voice: "Wei Qimu, Wei Qimu." ”

Wei Qimu opened his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Luo Xia said softly: "It seems that someone is coming." ”

Wei Qimu cheered up when he heard this, and he did hear footsteps. This voice was extremely subtle, obviously a light achievement, and if it weren't for Luo Xia's opening to tell him, he wouldn't have heard it in his sleep. Now that Luo Xia is poisoned, Zhang Ying's martial arts are not good, he is the only capable person, he can't help but secretly scold himself for being negligent, if there is a bad person, it will definitely be a bad thing.

Sure enough, after a while, a black figure entered the temple. The man was already soaking wet, and when he saw that there was already someone inside, he did not avoid it, nor did he talk to him, but found a corner and sat down by himself. Its feet are light and almost silent, leaving only a trail of water.

Wei Qimu peeked at it, the man in black was tall and thin, middle-aged, with a short beard, squinting at this time, and resting against the wall with wet clothes.

Wei Qimu knew the pain of the prodigal son's wandering, he was fortunate to know many friends along the way, and he was exempted from many ups and downs and loneliness, and he had a lot of respect for such a lone traveler.

"Brother, it's better to come here and bake a fire to keep warm. Wei Qimu shouted to the man in black.

The man in black didn't move or open his eyes, and after a long while, he said, "No." The voice was as calm as a windless lake, and there was no appearance of rain or cold.

Wei Qimu knew that there were many people with eccentric temperaments in the rivers and lakes, and he didn't care. Even so, he didn't dare to sleep anymore, so he had to stare at the fire in a daze. Luo Xia hadn't said a word since the man in black came in, as if she wasn't here.

Of the four people in the temple, only Zhang Ying was asleep, and the other three were all awake. Half an hour had passed, and none of the three awake men had made a sound. The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps in the rain, and although the rain was getting heavier, the three of them could hear the footsteps from the rain.

The footsteps stopped, and Wei Qimu vaguely glimpsed that the sitting man in black seemed to have opened his eyes, but when he looked closely, the man still closed his eyes as if he were asleep. Luo Xia was still silent, but suddenly a frightened voice sounded in her ears:

He ...... His eyes...... How did you open it!"