The rain is still falling, and it is difficult to see five fingers in the broken temple.

Li Wenxuan, who was in a hurry to avoid the rain, tied the horse, which was already very tired, to a tree in the courtyard of the broken temple, and found some weeds nearby, people can be hungry, horses can't be hungry, this way, there are still hundreds of miles away from Qingzhou Zhongshan School Palace, all rely on this horse.

After serving the horse, Li Wenxuan walked into the broken temple, wrung out the water on his body, took out the fire fold, and took out the spare candle from the box containing the luggage and lit it.

I found some dry wood around, set up a fire, and the fire burned, and came closer, so that it would not be so cold.

When his body was all dry, Li Wenxuan took out the dry food and prepared the steamed buns and baked cakes prepared by his mother in the morning.

I ate a few in one go, I was not hungry, I stood up and moved my muscles and bones, and then I went around in the broken temple.

There was dust everywhere, and it looked like no one had been here for a while.

The black Buddha statue, long since the original golden appearance, one arm was broken and fell on the incense case, only the expression of the Buddha, still so smooth and peaceful, overlooking all living beings.

It is really not far, the originally planned itinerary, leaving from Qingtai County, can go to the town in front of you in the afternoon, and it is not difficult to find a place to live in the town.

Who would have thought that the official road was blocked on the way, and I heard that the government was tracking a group of bandits, and it took a few hours to delay Li Wenxuan before continuing on the road.

There was a voice outside the door, and Li Wenxuan got up to see that it was three people who had also come in to hide from the rain.

They are all about forty years old, soaking wet, seeing the open fire, and the delicate scholars in the broken temple, one of them said with a smile: "A few of us are lucky, the son has already taken the first step to burn the fire, I wonder if we can let a few of us also come in to hide from the rain and keep warm?"

"This big brother is serious, the deserted village and the broken temple are already a borderless place, how can I be allowed by an outsider or not, there is space in the broken temple, a few please. ”

A few men went to find some firewood, and the fire burned more and more, and the clothes on the three men were not long dry.

The man with a scumbag face glanced at Li Wenxuan a few more times, and asked slowly: "Childe seems to be a scholar, isn't he going to Qingzhou to study?"

It's okay to be idle, I'm afraid I'm going to spend the night here tonight, Li Wenxuan has to answer all questions, and said respectfully: "Yes, I just said goodbye to my relatives and friends at home and went to Qingzhou to study." ”

"A learned person is good, he has learned to take a famous exam, entered the officialdom, and cleared the prefect's mansion in a year, with 100,000 snowflakes of silver; unlike us mud legs, who work hard and earn some hard work, if the younger generations have no interest, they will also suffer, hey, there is no hope for this life; it is also blamed that the reincarnation was not good at the beginning, and he did not vote for a good family. The man pointed to his head: "The brain is not good, the stomach can't hold ink, the front is learning and the back is forgotten, and the father and mother are dead and have no hope." ”

Li Wenxuan didn't think about it so long-term, 100,000 snowflakes of silver, very far away, a trip to Qingzhou, went to Zhongshan Academy, and I don't know what the result is.

People are top geniuses from all over Qingzhou, gathered in Zhongshan Academy, how can Li Wenxuan not know what he looks like.

Whether the highly competitive Zhongshan Academy can get out of the way is still unknown.

Li Wenxuan smiled embarrassedly: "It's early, it's so easy to get famous." ”

After a short chat, Li Wenxuan knew the names and origins of these three people.

The three of them are from the same village, Zhang Yonglai, who spoke just now, Zhang Hai, and Zhang Quanjiang, who has been busy baking the fire and not speaking.

The three of them do a little business on the boundary of Qingtai County and Qingzhou on weekdays, and they can earn some silver taels every time they sell seasonal goods, although it is not much, but it is much better than digging food in the field.

When you go out, you have to rely on your ability, and most of the time you have to rely on God's appreciation and luck.

If you are unlucky, you will encounter a roadblock, not to mention that this trip is in vain, and you can take a small life.

When encountering small officials who are not good at talking and the lion opens his mouth, it is very difficult to deal with, and it will inevitably cost some money to make some points.

If you lose your eyes for a while, you will be set up by someone, and it is common for you to lose all your money.

Zhang Yonglai is the most talkative, talking about himself, often sighing, lamenting his mother's injustice, but when you talk about the new things you hear in the streets and alleys, the spit is flying, and you can roll up your sleeves and dance.

Li Wenxuan was already talkative, concentrating on reading for a long time, and he didn't care about the disturbances of the outside world.

Seeing that Li Wenxuan didn't hate it, he seemed to be asking questions all the time, and Zhang Yonglai was even more energetic: "Let me tell you, the Qi'er Lingmu family, something big happened not long ago, a big thing." Mu Changtian knew that the previous head of the family had disappeared for twenty years and suddenly appeared. Guess what, you can't guess, you never think, I'll tell you. Speaking of urgency, he put on his freshly dried shoes and continued: "Father and son cannibalized, and two people fought. Who is Mu Yuantu, a big bull, and the master of the Dan period in Luoxia Villa. As a result, he was killed by his own father. Tiger poison doesn't eat children, you want to say why this Mu Changtian went crazy and wanted to kill his own son, I don't know, hey, it's strange here......

From the Mu family to Luoxia Villa, a mysterious young man emerged: "If you want to talk about this son, he is really good-looking, a talent, and a good skin." The strength is also top, I heard that a sword breaks a thousand horses, a sword overturns a thousand people, good guys, very angry. Later, when I went up to Luoxia Mountain, I told you that the sky was dark, the wind and clouds changed color, and they fought from morning to night, from night to dawn. Suddenly, a divine light fell from the sky, and the boy suddenly went straight up to the nine heavens, and slashed down with a sword, guess what, what......"

"If you want to say the most thrilling and suspenseful thing, you have to count the red leaves of the business. Does Shang Hongye know? Ming Yuan knows not? The battle of Biyun Mountain, Ming Yuan knows it all over the world. Those old guys in the sect were frightened and frightened. The major sects hurriedly held a meeting to discuss countermeasures. In fact, it's a fart to discuss, who is Shang Hongye, the big devil, those people in the sect, what's the use, it's not enough to give away people's heads. I'll tell you, now the whole world is in chaos, and people's hearts are panicking, for fear that the devil will come to the door; that's not a little blood, a head drop, that's ashes, it's ashes, you know if you know it......"

Bang!

There was a loud bang, something fell from the roof, and Zhang Yonglai, who was talking with his eyebrows, frightened him.

Zhang Hai, who yawned, muttered: "Brother Yonglai, don't say it, I will really attract the gods and gods in a while." "Zhang Yong said those things, he is about to memorize them, come over those few things, don't bother.

Zhang Yonglai smashed his mouth, he was indeed a little sleepy, and stretched his waist: "Sleep." ”

The so-called sleeping is nothing more than laying weeds next to the fire for a night.

Li Wenxuan was not sleepy, but Zhang Yong said it was very interesting, lying on the grass, pillowing his arms, thinking about Chaotianzong, and also thinking about the days when he went to Zhongshan Academy Palace in the future.

There was another loud bang, and all the broken doors and windows fell, and all four people in the ruined temple got up.

Zhang Yonglai muttered: "God, I can't make people feel better." ”

Before Zhang Yong could finish speaking, a cloud of black gas, rolling up from outside the ruined temple, swept towards the house.

The three of them turned pale with fright, but Li Wenxuan, who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, was much calmer.