It rained overnight, and it was early in the morning.

The rain fell on the three rivers, lighting up countless ripples, and the river breeze was cold, and the breeze was cold.

A black-roofed boat swept on the river, and the captain was fully dressed and struted on a pole.

Zhao Lingtai sat in the black canopy, looking at the rain outside, silent. The cat demon curled up at his feet, dozing.

He had been wronged in Crescent Villa, but he didn't hurt his bones, and soon he was alive again. After all, Luo Chong also wanted to take him in as a spirit pet, and he would not torture him with heavy hands.

As the boat moved, suddenly, the cat demon was alarmed by something, as if frightened, shrunk into a fluffy ball, and trembled.

This scene is familiar.

Zhao Lingtai knew that the boat was moving to the vicinity of the Santong River Dragon Temple, and he couldn't help but probe out, and soon saw the mysterious temple standing in the confluence of water.

Early in the morning, it was raining again, and no pilgrims came to pay their respects. But when the captain of the canopy saw the temple, he immediately knelt down on the bow of the boat, bowed down reverently, and muttered words in his mouth, probably praying for peace and stability in the seas.

Zhao Lingtai didn't have any contempt for this, he knew that the Dragon Temple was extraordinary, and he also felt some clues, but he couldn't get a glimpse of the mystery yet.

In the Heavenly Court system, Shinto is an extremely important part. Although the human world has become an abandoned place, with the help of means such as manifestations, there are gods. Or, some of the gods were actually erected by the three immortal gates as part of the rule of order.

I think that at the beginning, Zhao Lingtai was assigned to the Pantaoyuan gatekeeper, and he belonged to the immortal servant, in essence, he was a priest, and he was the lowest handyman on an errand. However, if there is room and channel for promotion, although in terms of probability, it is quite slim, and it will take many years to survive.

If you want to be promoted, in addition to your excellent performance, you must also have the favor of the gods of the heavenly immortals, so that you can be promoted.

But I don't know which grade the god of this dragon temple belongs to.

After worshipping, the captain continued to paddle, and the boat was leisurely, away from the Dragon Temple, and then the cat demon returned to normal and had spirits.

......

It rained in the South China Sea, crossed the Sandao River, crossed the Qinling Mountains, and entered the Yangzhou region, but saw rain and snow flying, and the ground was covered in silver.

It was freezing cold, and Zhao Lingtai could no longer wear single clothes, but changed into a cotton robe, wrapped thickly, wearing a felt hat on his head, and a towel around his neck, wrapping half of his face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

All the way, except for taking a boat, the rest is on foot. The reason why he didn't choose to ride a horse was just because he wanted to walk more, and to say that he was not walking, but in this life!

The same is true for going from the Lingtai to the South China Sea, and returning to the Lingtai from the South China Sea.

Of course, he won't walk very fast, but time is just a number for him.

Sometimes Zhao Lingtai even wondered if he had gone too fast in his previous life......

Walking at sunrise and at dusk, walking through green hills, wading through rivers, passing through lively or deserted villages and towns, and eating all kinds of food......

Or, it's also a practice.

On this day, the wind and snow were particularly heavy, Zhao Lingtai was walking on the road, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind him, the carriage was blancing, and a team of people and horses were rushing forward.

Zhao Lingtai walks, he has always been accustomed to pulling aside, and there is no need to avoid it.

The team was not small, with ten carriages, each of which was a large carriage of the kind of long box, drawn by four horses.

On the side of the carriage, there were knightly guards, about forty or fifty horsemen.

Zhao Lingtai's attention was on those horses, and he immediately recognized that this was not an ordinary horse, but a Qinling beast horse, which was born from the crossbreeding of a good horse and a fierce beast called "Wan Moth".

The horses are not bad, and the knights on the horses are all monks above the Xuan Realm.

"Could it be that the big man of the Qinling Sword Alliance is traveling?"

Zhao Lingtai secretly said in his heart, but in such a battle, there was no flag, and the carriage did not have the logo of the Qinling Sword Alliance, which was very suspicious.

Thinking of the Qinling Sword Alliance, Zhao Lingtai inexplicably felt a little emotional.

The Sword Alliance is an old sect, composed of five sects, the composition is quite complex, and every ten years, the five factions will hold a meeting of the alliance leader, and each elected representative will come out to compete for the position of alliance leader.

In the past, the Qinling Sword League was one of the top ten sects, but later its position was replaced by the Lingtai Sword Sect, and since then, it has been going downhill.

Zhao Lingtai remembered that it was at that sect conference that he defeated Song Diaoguang, the old leader of the Sword Alliance, and won the victory, thus making Lingtai one of the top ten sects.

After many years, who is the leader of the Sword Alliance now?

seems to be called "Luo Qianqiu", a few days ago, he was defeated by Anu hammer.

Zhao Lingtai didn't care much about the affairs of other factions, but now he just saw the famous Qinling beast and horse team of the Sword Alliance, and remembered some old things.

Beasts and horses have iron hooves, trampling on the wind and snow, and tigers and tigers are windy.

As the team passed, one after another eyes fell on Zhao Lingtai on the side of the road, with scrutiny, suspicion, and even vigilance in their eyes......

However, since Zhao Lingtai had not behaved unusually, the knights ignored it.

When the third carriage passed, the curtain was lifted to reveal a half-childish face, and a child sat in the car, looking curiously at Zhao Lingtai standing in the wind and snow with a pair of dark eyes.

"Zhiyi, how many times have I told you, don't do this!"

A serious female voice sounded, and there was a woman sitting in the carriage, her figure seemed to be enchanting, and the voice of training people was like a jade bead falling on a plate, crisp and beautiful.

Then the curtains came down.

The carriage roared away.

After the team left, Zhao Lingtai continued to move forward.

It was almost evening, when the wind and snow slowly subsided, and a small town appeared in front of me.

Giethoorn!

When Zhao Lingtai went to the South China Sea, he passed by this place and stayed at the only inn in the town for one night.

The inn has a special name, called "Hanging Corner".

Although Zhao Lingtai is a cultivator and has a good physique, he also feels a little tired after walking for a long time in the bad wind and snow weather. Thinking of the hot soup in the inn, and the large bowls of meat, and the hot wine, he couldn't help but walk quickly.

However, when they arrived at the Hanging Horn Inn, they saw fierce beasts and horses tethered to the courtyard, and the carriages were parked on the side, and the team of men and horses may have chosen to spend the night in the town to avoid the wind and snow. In this way, there is no need to come forward to ask, you can know that the inn is full and has been chartered by the other party.

Zhao Lingtai sighed, so he had to retreat and ask a family next to him. After he pulled out a piece of silver, the middle-aged couple warmly invited him in. However, ordinary people don't have a guest room at home, so Zhao Lingtai has to live in a small firewood room outside.

After receiving a lot of silver, the owner of the house was quite reluctant to go, so he asked the Hun family to kill an old hen in the house, clean it, chop it, make a fire directly in the firewood room, stew it with a mud stove, and cook half a catty of rice, all of which were sent to the firewood room for Zhao Lingtai to enjoy alone. They have already had dinner.

Zhao Lingtai thanked him, he was not polite, and when the chicken was almost stewed, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating. The old hen at home tastes quite good.

After eating and drinking, he cleaned up a little, sat in the room, closed his eyes and recuperated, as for going to bed, for him now, it was dispensable.

The charcoal is bright and the heating is curling.

I don't know how long it was, it should have been late at night, and the snow was still falling outside, and the snowflakes were falling on the roof, rattling.

At this moment, the horse neighed violently, and it sounded loudly, which came from the side of the Hanging Horn Inn.