Facing the morning light, Su Jing passed through the bustling and noisy Xiwu Street of Jincheng Mansion and turned into an ancient and clear neighborhood.

As far as the eye can see, an ancient temple is hidden under several vigorous ginkgo trees. Walking into it, I saw few pilgrims, a quiet and solemn atmosphere. The ancient trees are towering, the pines and cypresses are forested, the beautiful bamboos are lush, and the grass is green.

In early autumn, the leaves of the trees have not yet withered, and the huge shade of the trees covers the entire temple. Su Jing, who was wearing a green shirt, walked slowly, and the bursts of insects and birds that sounded in his ears from time to time made him feel a deep and quiet sense of leisure.

Su Jing bypassed the main hall of the City God Temple, the bronze giant tripod that was one foot high, followed the sparse crowd and climbed the stairs.

Fang stood in the magnificent and majestic Chenghuang Hall, looked up, and saw a middle-aged scribe wearing a white Confucian costume and a Confucian scarf standing behind the high platform incense case of the Chenghuang Temple. I don't know if it's the skill of the craftsman, or some kind of supernatural of the gods, Su Jing only feels that this stone statue is carved vividly, especially a pair of deep eyes staring into the distance under the heavy eyebrows like peaks and mountains, with indescribable remoteness and profundity.

"Could it be that the craftsman who carved this statue has seen the Chenghuang deity?" Su Jing pondered.

Without waiting for Su Jing to think about it, the middle-aged temple hall standing in front of the door took three incense sticks that had just been lit and handed them to Su Jing, Su Jing was stunned for a moment, then took his hand, followed the crowd, and walked towards a quaint octagonal incense burner on top of the huge incense case.

Although Su Jing thought that ghosts and gods were just cultivators who had more magical powers than ordinary people, he didn't have much deep awe. But in this situation, it is not good to be maverick and stand out from the crowd.

After saying a few words silently in his heart, he was about to turn around and leave, but found that the slightly chubby middle-aged Miaozhu was looking at him with surprised eyes. Su Jing was puzzled. Xindao, is this person sick?

He was ignoring himself and planning to leave directly, but at some point, a sneer like a silver bell, accompanied by the sound of a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, sounded in a low voice.

"Miss, you say, how can there be such a stingy person who burns incense and worships God, and is not even willing to donate sesame oil money?"

"Yue'er, don't talk nonsense, maybe this son has encountered a difficulty. "The other is like the tinkling of a mountain spring, the tactful voice of the hollow valley orchid.

Su Jing looked at it in a blink of an eye, and a master and a servant stood five steps away from Su Jing. The beautiful maid named Yue'er was petite, with a delicate meaning between her eyebrows, and she was staring at Su Jing with good eyes.

And the woman who looked like an official lady beside her surprised Su Jing.

If the hands are soft, the skin is like congealed fat. Dan lips are bright outside, bright teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good, and Jing Fu inherits power. Magnificent and elegant, quiet and leisurely.

I can't say why, Su Jing suddenly flashed such a series of words in his heart.

Under Su Jingjian's eyebrows, a pair of clear eyes like water looked coldly at the bright and dignified Qiushui Yiren in front of him.

The woman didn't seem to be used to the intently staring eyes of strange men, and she hung down her head shyly, and a touch of blush quickly red from the slender white jade neck to the root of her ears.

Seeing this, Su Jing's eyes were a little playful. After looking at it for a moment, he withdrew his slightly burning gaze from the pretty maid's glare.

Su Jing's figure turned, and he walked towards a huge merit box, and was about to take out the silver money from his cuffs, when he suddenly realized that before going out, he didn't seem to have brought any money. Su Jing smiled to himself and was about to give up and leave.

Suddenly, a lotus root arm like a jade onion appeared in front of Su Jing's eyes, and Slender held a delicate purse embroidered with daffodils in his hand.

A soft and refreshing tactful voice said beside Su Jing: "Childe, use this." ”

The owner of the voice was none other than Miss Wen Wan, who had been walking beside Su Jing for some time.

Su Jing glanced at the woman quietly, didn't speak, calmly took the purse, slowly took out a few taels of silver from it, and threw it into the empty mouth of the merit box.

Looking back, I saw that the Yiren had gone out of the city god hall accompanied by the delicate maid, and was surrounded by several servants and servants, and left.

Su Jing looked at the purse with some silver money left in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh for a while, and he didn't chase it out and return it to the master, but just shook his head, put it in his sleeve, and turned around to leave here.

"Miss, how did you give that purse to that miserly and treacherous disciple?"

In the lavishly decorated carriage on Seibu Street, the delicate maid pouted and complained to the plain and elegant girl beside her.

"Yue'er, I don't think that son is a treacherous person, looking at him wearing an old green shirt, he is shy, he must be a down-and-out scholar. What's more, when he took my purse, he was calm, neither humble nor arrogant, and he was not a mortal. ”

The girl patiently explained.

"Miss, you're just too kind-hearted, but it's a pity that God wants to treat you so poorly. When the pretty girl said this, there was a gloom in her tone.

The girl Chunshan's light eyebrows were like a pool of autumn water in her eyes, but there was a warm smile,

said: "I was born in a noble family since I was a child, and I was loved by my father and brother, even if I lived a short life, I have no regrets in this life." ”

The maidservant was afraid of arousing her own young lady's sad feelings,

Hurriedly comforted: "Miss, don't say that, hasn't the eldest prince already entered the immortal gate to ask for the elixir? Although Miss's illness is tricky in the mortal world, it may not be in the eyes of the immortal family." ”

"What are you talking about, my brother wants to participate in the immortal ascension path of the Immortal Sect Outer Sect?" the woman's voice was eager.

The woman frowned slightly and said: "My brother is already over the age of weak crown, although he has learned some martial arts in the rivers and lakes, the immortal ascension trial of the Immortal Sect outside the Immortal Gate is full of dangers, how can I bear my brother to put himself in danger for me." ”

"No, I'm going back to my house to see my father and stop this. As she spoke, the young lady was about to give instructions to the driving master.

Seeing that her young lady was angry and anxious, the maid secretly scolded herself for talking too much, forgetting her master's solemn advice, how good is it to make trouble.

"Miss, don't be too anxious, the eldest prince and the master have a plan, and they let me hide it from the young lady to prevent the young lady from getting angry, besides, since the master allowed the eldest prince to go to the immortal trial, I think I am somewhat sure. Yue'er was anxious in her heart, and she was still bitterly dissuaded.

Although Chu Zhixuan has a gentle and demure temperament, she is blue-hearted. After thinking about it, if it was now, if his family recklessly rushed into the county guard mansion to question his father, not only would Yue'er be implicated, but it might also be difficult to persuade his father.

Thinking of this, his face gradually calmed down, and he said softly: "If you don't go to the county guard's mansion, let's go back to Qinyun Xiaozhu first." I'm a little tired. After Chu Zhixuan said this, she closed her eyes, and her face was quiet, as if she was taking a break and as if she was contemplating.

Yue'er heard this, peeked at her own young lady, and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Hurriedly instructed the royal hand, and turned to the first house. As soon as the words fell, the carriage moved slowly towards Nanque's street.

Su Jing walked out of the Chenghuang Temple, at this time, it was already noon, Su Jing walked alone on the bustling Xiwu Street, there was a sound of wine shops selling in his ears, in the noisy street, Su Jing suddenly had a feeling of being held by his parents to go shopping in the commercial street when he was a teenager in his previous life, before the earth catastrophe, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart.

After thinking about it, I laughed at myself again, what happened to me, when did I become so fragile and sensitive.

Come to think of it, in this life, there should be no chance to return to the world of the previous life, even if you have cultivated great supernatural powers in this life, become a Buddha and become an ancestor, you have the opportunity to go back. That will not find the slightest warmth in the devastation, frequent cataclysms, and depraved human nature. When I think about it like this, the sorrow in my heart disappears for a while.

Walking like this, on the wide and smooth street paved with bluestone with a wide variety of goods, before he knew it, the sun had passed noon, and Su Jing felt a sore back at this time, and at the same time there was a burst of hunger and thirst in his stomach.

Coincidentally, Su Jing happened to walk under a rather antique restaurant, and Su Jing walked to the restaurant without hesitation with a team of merchants who came from afar.

"All kinds of calculations and plans, it's better to sacrifice the Five Organs Temple first!" Su Jing said with arrogance in his heart.

Of course, Su Jing was not worried at all that he would be kicked out by the store as "eating white food" because he didn't bring any money.

It seems that the purse has nearly twenty taels of silver, maybe, it is probably enough. Su Jing muttered undisciplined in his heart at this time.

Walking into the lobby of the restaurant, there was a lively and noisy atmosphere, and Su Jing seemed to have suddenly regained the familiar feeling of going to eat food stalls with his roommates when he was in Earth University in his previous life.

Before Su Jing could think about it, a young man wearing a gray linen cloth and a white towel on his shoulders greeted him with a smile.

"Childe, is it a person or a date?" the young man said respectfully.

"Alone in the bottom. ”

"That boy is upstairs, please, upstairs there is a house, and there is a special person to serve. The young man smiled undiminishedly.

"No, I think this lobby is fine. Su Jing decisively refused.

What are you kidding, there is a special person upstairs to serve, and the money will not be less. It's just a quick meal, so don't be extravagant.

The young man saw that Su Jing had no intention of going upstairs to eat, and although a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, he still respectfully took Su Jing to choose a large and bright place.

Su Jing, who had observed the expression of this little guy from beginning to end, nodded secretly in his heart, worthy of being a high-grade restaurant, although the little guy was selfish, he could still do things without leaking. The owner of this restaurant is extraordinary for businessmen.

In fact, how can there be the kind of thing in this world that no matter where you go, you will encounter the ridicule of the villain who looks down on people, and then be recognized by powerful people, and then pretend to step on people's blood.

All living beings, get up early and return late, flies and dogs, but it is just a strategy for the livelihood of Daoliang.

His generation is mixed in the market, and he naturally knows how to observe words and colors, and more things are better than less things. In this world, there are very few rebellious people who act with spirit and take advantage of their tongues. Maybe there were many, but they were crushed one by one.

It may be only in the future generations of the earth where the technology network is developed that all kinds of brain-dead trolls will be seen incarnating as keyboard warriors, ravaging the Internet and running rampant.

Such strange people who eat and wait to die are just silverfish! Su Jing said disdainfully in his heart.