Not long after Wei 13 took over the restaurant, he used the money he earned to repair the small temple where he had lived for several years, considering that he was half a master's old way, he felt that it was a little inappropriate to continue to keep the Arhat in the temple, and moved out the dilapidated Arhat elephant in the temple, I didn't know what statue to enshrine, and finally replaced it with three gilded Sanqing statues, and randomly gave a name to the rebuilt small temple - Sanqing Small Temple, and also thought that the name was slightly meaningful, which was really just right, and the little white-faced Yan Zhen scoffed at it.

Although this small temple has been renovated, there are still no people who come to burn incense on weekdays, only those who are in a hurry, maybe they will think of coming to this small temple without incense to burn incense and pray, but they will not think that there is such a temple outside the town on weekdays.

Wei 13 has to come every day to burn a few pillars of incense, thunder can not move the habit, has been six years, after coming to offer incense, the next few hours is the time to practice the sword, rain or shine, just because the rain in the hard shaking of the sky, in Wei 13's heart left an indelible impression.

Behind the statue of Sanqing, Wei Shisan poked out half of his head, his palm was on the stiff and round gold-plated ass of Taiqing Daode Tianzun, his dark eyes turned around, and he looked at the temple gate with a little doubt, thinking that he hadn't chased him in for so long, so he slowly poked his right foot out.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Wei Shisan's whole body came out from behind the statue of Sanqing, paced towards the outside of the temple, and just stepped out of the temple gate, he saw Yan Zhen, a little white face in a white shirt, lying sideways on the bamboo mat, holding his red cheeks, dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wei Shisan raised his eyebrows, simply strode over, inserted the peach wood sword in his hand into the gap of the bluestone slab, and generously lay beside Yan Zhen, with his hands under his head, and pushed against the latter's back.

"What's wrong?" Glancing at Yan Zhen, who didn't react, Wei Shisan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the smiling expression on his face was all retracted, obviously Yan Zhen's performance today was a little wrong.

Wei Shisan suddenly got up like a frightened rabbit, jumped to the side facing Yan Zhen, squatted down, his arms hung down on his legs as if weak, looked at Yan Zhen seriously, his eyes involuntarily fell on Yan Zhen's extremely good-looking eyes, secretly thinking that the eyes of this little white face were so beautiful like a girl's eyes, and he was distracted for a moment before he remembered that this was not what he was doing, patted his head, and said seriously: "What's wrong with you today? Why are you unhappy?" Come, tell the thirteen heroes, this big ...... Ben Shaoxia will solve it for you!" suddenly remembered that when the storyteller in the town told the story, the young one called Shaoxia, so he changed his words.

The little white-faced Yan Zhen pouted like a girl, hummed in his mouth, turned his body to the other side, Wei Shisan scratched his head and trotted to the other side, squatted down, and waited seriously for Yan Zhen to give him an answer, like two angry children, but at this time, both of them were already eighteen years old, and they had already passed the crown a few days ago.

Wei Shisan didn't remember his birthday, so he simply followed the little white-faced Shao Yan Zhen to spend the crown ceremony, Wei Shisan only remembered that the two of them and the crown were rare on the day of the Yan Mansion There was no waste, and there were no guests, the food was very ordinary, even more ordinary than those big fish and meat on weekdays, it seemed very ordinary to him, in fact, he didn't know what he ate that day.

Yan Zhen secretly glanced at the serious Wei Shisan, thinking that he would be leaving here soon, and suddenly found that he was really a little reluctant to this little beggar who had been with him for six years.

Yan really thought that this should be the whole world's feast, nodded in his heart, and thought about whether he should open his mouth to tell this hateful guy the news, maybe he would leave this place with him, and the smile on his face unconsciously stretched out when he thought of it.

Wei Shisanzheng was looking at Yan Zhen with a serious white face, and suddenly smiled when he saw him, and his heart was a little hairy like a ghost, he was still sullen one moment, and he laughed the next moment, which was really a little weird.

"What are you laughing at?" Wei Shisan asked, looking at the little white face in front of him.

The little white-faced Yan Zhen glanced at him with a slight amorous gaze, turned his head like a resentful woman, and snorted: "You want to take care of me!"

The second monk couldn't touch his head, Wei 13 was stunned, scratched his head, and said that a woman's heart is a needle, and it seems that the little white face is as deep as a woman's heart.

"Let's go, let's go for today!" Xiao Bai looked at Wei Shisan, who didn't know what he was thinking, as if he was in a fugue, his stomach was full of gas, and he got up from the bamboo mat like a beast, and his snow-white boots stomped heavily on the ground and raised a cloud of mist-like dust.

"Cough cough, cough cough!" Wei Shisan, who was stunned, choked a few mouthfuls of dust, like a duck choked by someone's throat, and then came back to his senses, seeing that the little white face holding the guqin had already taken small steps, stepping on the bluestone slab towards the town.

Wei 13 jumped up from the ground, pulled the bamboo mat on the ground, rolled it as he ran, casually threw it in the small temple, hurriedly closed the temple door, grabbed the peach wood sword that was obliquely inserted in the gap, and chased after the little white face, as if he had become a down-and-out little beggar again.

After running not far, Wei Shisan caught up with Yan Zhen who was holding the guqin, as if the latter deliberately slowed down his pace to be so easy.

Wei Shisan gasped for breath as heavy as a tiger wolf's breath, hurriedly tied the peachwood sword to his back, and then put his arm on Xiao Baimian's shoulder with relief, as if he had forgotten what had just happened.

Yan Zhen surprisingly ignored Wei Shisan's arm, and the two walked forward side by side, Yan Zhen suddenly turned his head and looked at the latter very seriously, "Wei Shisan, will you leave this town in the future?"

Wei Shisan looked at the serious little white face and was slightly stunned, because he rarely saw Yan Zhen so serious, and then scratched his head, he remembered his own restaurant in the town, the storyteller in the town, and the willow forest by the stream, only to suddenly realize that he had become accustomed to this kind of comfortable life, and the pride of fighting the sword to the end of the world was so great that he didn't know where he had secretly hidden.

"Hey, I'll ask you!" The little white-faced Yan Zhen poked Wei Shisan's chest with his slender fingers like white bamboo, glaring at him with a murderous gaze.

"Huh?" Wei Shisan woke up from his stunned state, squeezed out a fold on his forehead, and said something against his heart like a dream, "Of course! This young man still has to step on the injustices of the world!" He smashed his fist on his chest again and again, like a small dish in the mouth of a storyteller who has just entered the rivers and lakes but is full of pride, the only difference is that he has not yet entered the rivers and lakes.

"Really?" The little white-faced Yan Zhen almost jumped up, the surprise in his eyes was self-evident, he thought that this aspiring little beggar would stay in this town for the rest of his life, although he said that there was a banquet in the world, but he was still reluctant in his heart.

Wei Shisan was a little puzzled by what this little white face was happy about, and complained in his heart about how he said such a sentence, calm down and think about it, he is actually quite contradictory, and he doesn't know which path to choose, but now he doesn't have to worry, his mouth has already helped him choose.

Qinglin Town was close at hand, and Xiao Baimian's mood at the moment was as comfortable as a breeze, allowing Wei Shisan to put his arms around his shoulders.

Two red lanterns that have been seriously faded are hung high on both sides of the town archway with the words Qinglin Town written on them, like witnesses of the vicissitudes of the town, and two slender bamboo poles such as wooden chopsticks have struggled to support them below, exhausting their life's energy.

"Demon King Yan is here!" I don't know where the voice came from in the town, and then the two of them heard a rush of panicked footsteps from the town.