Chen Lin'an briefly introduced Ying Tianchang and Xu Wanxiu's real name Xu Wanxiu, Chen Lin'an asked Ying Tianchang: "What did that person say to you?"

He didn't say anything, he asked me if he could take shelter from the rain under my umbrella. Ying Tianchang said.

"You didn't promise?" asked Fatty Snow.

"He was holding an umbrella at the time, and I didn't say yes. Ying Tianchang continued, "I said that you have your own umbrella, and he threw his umbrella, I thought he was a fool, and ignored him, and after a while, he asked me again, I thought about it and agreed, but he couldn't, so I closed my eyes, out of sight and out of mind." ”

"I don't think he's a fool now, he's probably a madman. Ying Tianchang added.

Chen Lin'an didn't speak after listening, and was silent for a while before he spoke: "Don't worry about him, go eat." ”

As soon as Fat Xue wanted to say something, Chen Linan turned her head and said to her: "It's not in Zuiyunfang, it's not a matter of money, they have to dare to take my money." Just go out and eat casually. ”

Xue Xue pursed her mouth and said, "Look at you." ”

Ying Tianchang could only follow Chen Lin'an, because there was nothing in the package on his back except for a few books.

The rain was getting more and more intense, Ying Tianchang could feel the coldness of the rain in the air through his clothes, he held an umbrella, and the bun was lying on top of his head. Chen Lin'an and Zhi Xue shared an umbrella, and Zhi Xue half leaned on Chen Lin'an's arms.

Fat Xue glanced back at Ying Tianchang and said with a smile: "Your little junior brother is so cute. ”

Chen Lin'an smiled and nodded, but Ying Tianchang felt that this was not a good word. In the past, there were also women who told Ying Tianchang that he was very cute, and then the woman wanted to sell the boy as a slave, Ying Tianchang raised his hand and slapped the bun on his head, which was considered angry. But he wasn't too angry, and he could feel the warmth emanating from the two people standing beside him.

Without this warmth, Ying Tianchang guessed that he would have frozen to death on this rainy day, even if it was the end of summer. At least he will starve to death, Ying Tianchang thought of a more reasonable statement.

He didn't hear the aggrieved cry of the bun on his head.

The little black dog noticed that the master did not pay attention to him, and stopped making a sound, and looked around, it could feel a lot of aura around it, and it felt that it should eat them, but the little black dog's eyes stayed on the weak scholar in front of him for a second, and decided to lie on the top of the young man's head honestly.

It felt that it had lived a little aggrieved in this life, and had been starving, and it had known that it would not be reincarnated, and that it should learn from the stupid big cat to break the seal directly. The little black dog patted the boy's forehead with his paws and wagged his tail, but in fact, he was not so aggrieved.

Bypassing the previous pavilion corridor, Ying Tianchang and a few people walked out of the Drunken Cloud Fang, which was the first time that Ying Tianchang experienced what it means to have a cave. The boy thought that he would be better if he wanted to be older, and then he was knocked on the head by the scholar.

It doesn't hurt, the scholar's chestnut has never hurt, but it always makes the teenager feel guilty. That's the power of a scholar.

It may also be because of others, such as Ying Tianchang's own relationship. No one knows what the old Taoist priest, the old master and the old monk taught Ying Tianchang back then, and Ying Tianchang himself mentioned to Chen Lin'an that he would have a little magic power, otherwise the escape road in the past few years would not be so thrilling.

The scholar didn't ask much, he still felt sorry for his little junior brother.

Therefore, including the next dinner table, Chen Linan picked dishes for Ying Tianchang more times than for Fat Xue. With this sister-in-law here, Ying Tianchang obviously didn't let go of it in the past, and put it in the book, which is called restraint. Chen Linan still didn't say anything, the teenager should have experienced. The buns were eaten quite happily.

Chang'an actually has nothing to play, Chen Linan has always felt so. Maybe some people want to see how magnificent the palace that suppresses the entire Central Plains mountains and rivers is, and some people imagine the hustle and bustle on Chang'an Street, looking forward to a prosperity from the prosperous era, but Chen Lin'an is different, he is not as ambitious as his second junior brother, nor is he as chic and comfortable as the third junior brother, in his senses, Chang'an, the imperial capital, is like a boulder that suppresses everyone's breathing.

"Confucianism, helping people, shun yin and yang, enlightening", this is what he mentioned to the head of the day, for a long time, Chen Lin'an felt that the previous explanation was correct, but after his shoes were covered with mud and walked 30,000 miles of mountains and rivers, he felt that there was something wrong with it. Later, this sentence was written by Chen Lin'an on the last page of "Spring and Autumn", and he replaced it with his own commentary, helping others should be helping others to achieve the virtue of a gentleman. The book was given to his younger brother Ying Tianchang outside the dilapidated gazebo.

If Xiu'er is not in Chang'an, he Chen Lin'an may never come to this prosperous imperial capital again.

Ying Tianchang ate very little, and when he accompanied the scholar and the girl he liked in the rain to sway Chang'an in the rain, he was like a blade of grass lacking water, wilting, lacking a little essence.

He followed behind Chen Lin'an, watching the scholar and Zhixue walk hand in hand on the stone bridge, and listen to the wind and rain in the pavilion. On the stone bridge, Zhixue leaned over and folded a lotus leaf, walked out of the umbrella, and used the lotus leaf as an umbrella, with light steps;

Ying Tianchang sat outside the pavilion and turned back into a mushroom. He didn't look at what Chen Lin'an wrote, and he didn't have to guess to know that it was written to Zhi Xue.

And the most famous Suzaku Street and other famous attractions, they did not go.

In the end, Chen Lin'an found an inn and let Ying Tianchang live in it first, and he sent Zhixue back to Zuiyunfang in Rouge Lane. Before Fatty Xue left, she gave Ying Tianchang a piece of jade, saying that "a gentleman should be like a jade", and did not give Ying Tianchang a chance to refuse, and turned to leave. Ying Tianchang looked at Chen Lin'an, and the scholar smiled at him and nodded, asking him to accept it.

There was no light in the sky, and Ying Tianchang sat on the chair in the inn room, holding the piece of jade jue that Xu Wanxiu gave him with both hands, and the jade jue reflected the dim light of the candle flame. Ying Tianchang thought that the scholar might not come back tonight.

But he was wrong, Chen Lin'an came back, still carrying a basket of steamed buns in his hand. After the scholar gave the bun to Ying Tianchang, he said, "It's a good thing to be able to restrain yourself......

The scholar didn't finish this sentence, Ying Tianchang looked at Chen Lin'an's expression and roughly knew that the second half of the sentence should not be encouragement, he nodded, and ate the bun that Chen Lin'an brought him with his heart.

It's not just a habit or a feeling, Chen Lin'an sighed, reminded Ying Tianchang to go to bed early, and returned to his room next door.

Ying Tianchang was nibbling on buns, wondering why the scholar didn't stay in Zuiyunfang, and he didn't want to ask the scholar why. Chen Lin'an stood at the window of his room, reaching out to touch the small raindrops outside.

In a small courtyard in Zuiyun Fang, Zhi Xue was holding a bracelet that was not very delicate, and laughed stupidly, which was the money for Chen Lin'an's several new pens and books.

When Cui Yu, who was dressed in white, returned to the courtyard of the thatched house, the old man in Mai was picking up the chess pieces one by one in the rain, muttering all kinds of "life is not easy".

When Cui Yu walked into the courtyard, the old man asked, "Did you see him?"

Cui Yu didn't speak, just nodded.

"Have you also seen the young man who the three sects are fighting for?"

Cui Yu nodded again.

"You're talking. The old man threw the black chess piece he had just picked up from Cui Yu, and the chess piece hovered a foot in front of Cui Yu, Cui Yu stretched out his hand to hold it, and said, "Buddha Gen Dao Bone Wenxin, Gu Qi." ”

"That's nature, as long as that kid doesn't die, he is the most blessed person in heaven and earth, and he is more heart-warming than the gluttony that may be a disaster in the world, but not many people know about this. The old man took the sunspot from Cui Yu's hand and said, "It's good that Confucianism wins, it's not as worry-free as Buddhism and Taoism." ”

Cui Yu didn't speak, helping the old man pick up chess pieces in the rain.

In addition to Chen Yi, Li San also came to Chang'an. The old man said.

Cui Yu looked back at the old man with a kind of expectation in his eyes.

The old man shook his head: "Your Cui family uses almost all the good words to praise you, and is even willing to risk sending you to Chang'an, you have this brain?"

"Li San will not change anything when he comes to Chang'an, everyone knows this. The old man picked up the last piece and went back to his hut.

In the courtyard, Cui Yu sat quietly in the rain, looking up at the sky. That's not right.

Not far from Chang'an City, in the mountains and forests, a man in a green shirt led a white horse, strolling in the heavy rain, around a muddy hillside, he saw a ruined temple.

The man liked the rain, so he knew that he should find a place to hide from the rain, but he was a little afraid of the time when the rain was about to stop, and then he would be a little confused, because he didn't know where he was going, and he would be a little hesitant to stay where he was.

He doesn't belong here, he never stops.

led the horse into the ruined temple, and there was another person inside, a soft woman. The only candle in the ruined temple reflected the woman's face.

The woman blinked and said, "Are you here to take shelter from the rain too?"

The woman is beautiful, but the man's face is not much worse than hers. He nodded, and sat down on the side of the ruined temple, not far from the woman. On his horseback hung a black-sheathed sword and a green-skinned gourd, which he removed and took a sip of wine with his head up.

"Are you a knight or a scholar?" the woman asked.

"It's half a traveling reader. The man said, he glanced at the woman whose clothes were still dripping, and shook the green skin gourd, "Do you want to warm up?"

"You can't warm up your body by drinking alone. The woman smiled playfully.

The man smiled slightly, not caring about the woman's words: "Your temperament is a little similar to my second brother, a little presumptuous." ”

"Don't you like it?" the woman approached the man in the green shirt, half-leaning against him.

The man didn't back down, didn't go to hug her, and after drinking again, he asked, "Where will you go when the rain stops?"

The man asked seriously, which made the woman stunned.

"Have you ever seen anything good, I want to see it. The man said.

The woman was about to speak, when a group of people rushed into the ruined temple, with axes, hooks and forks, and various weapons.

"If the little scholar over there wants to live, stay away from the fox!" shouted the one at the front.

He held a serrated knife that seemed to cut an entire mountain in half. He dared to rush to the front as the first person, and the man in the green shirt guessed that this sawtooth knife was indispensable. The man then looked at the others, more or less the same, who gained courage from the blades in their hands.

The man in the green shirt half-jokingly asked the woman next to him: "They said that if you want to live, stay away from you, are you in danger?"

The woman didn't speak, and a snow-white fox tail emerged from her back.

The man in the green shirt shook his head with a smile and said, "This doesn't scare me." ”

He stood up and blocked the woman behind him, and he said to the rushing crowd, "You guys are being too rude." ”

"She's a vixen!" said the man with the serrated knife.

"She's a vixen, what does it have to do with you?" the man in the green shirt asked rhetorically.

"She seduces passing scholars and travelers, and we are doing the right thing for heaven. One of the people in the crowd shouted. The man in the green shirt looked over and was a short man with a long knife. The long knife trembled lightly in his hand.

"Seduce?" the man in the green shirt grinned as if he had heard a joke, "Isn't that what they expected?"

After the man finished speaking, the woman behind him suddenly had tears in her eyes, squatted down to cover her mouth and sobbed, the candle flame in her tail was closer, and the snow-white hair reflected the candlelight, making the broken temple brighter.

"They all said they would come back, but none of them ......," she cried.

Everyone was annoyed by her crying, as if her crying was an insult to them, or perhaps because of the man's words, in short, they felt insulted. The crowd flocked to her, blades raised.

For the sake of heaven, maybe that's exactly what they think, and they feel that they are different from ordinary people who fall into temptation. When they have bathed in the blood of demons and monsters and cut off their heads, they will think that they are really different.

Like their leader, the man with the serrated knife.

"Man, there hasn't been a little fox yet. The man in the green shirt stepped lightly, but the ground shook violently, and everyone fell to the ground. When they looked up, they saw an air sword hanging from their heads.

The man in the green shirt turned back and smiled at the woman who was still crying, and said, "I'm also half a knight." ”

One of them fled, the first appeared, followed by the second and third, and the man in the green shirt did not speak or stop them, and let them rush into the rainstorm.

In the end, only the man with the serrated knife remained, but his serrated knife had fallen from his hand and fell to the ground.

"She's a vixen. He repeated the phrase again.

"She's a vixen, and it's none of the business I saved her. The man in the green shirt took a sip of wine, "I don't think she deserves to die at your hands, and you don't deserve to die at her hands." ”

The man picked up the serrated knife and walked away, and the man in the green shirt watched him stumble into the rain, and after not taking a few steps, he fell into the mud puddle.

The man in the green shirt turned his head, perhaps on a whim, and said to the woman who had already shown his fox tail: "I was kind if you wanted to scare me away before, my name is Li Qinglian, if you want, you can walk with me for a while to see the scenery you haven't seen yet." The scenery between heaven and earth is much more beautiful than those negative men. ”

The woman was already a little confused, she looked at the man, and only knew how to nod.

Li Qinglian pointed at her, and the woman seemed to understand a little, turning back into a snow-white fox. Li Qinglian leaned down and said to it: "The next time you meet a tempting man, you have to talk to him more first, don't worry, after you have a heart-to-heart relationship, you can make an oath to the mountains and the sea." ”

The white fox was teary-eyed. Li Qinglian didn't look at it, leaned against the wall, and drank wine.

He looked at the gloomy sky, and the rain enveloped the ruined temple.

The cold wind mixed with the rain blew into the ruined temple, and the white horse neighed, and the wind blew out the broken candle. Li Qinglian tilted his head to see the water from the eaves smashing at his feet, this time he knew very well where he should go when the rain stopped.

Go to Chang'an.