Left the boundary of Fancheng and headed north.

The foot strength of Luma Xiaobai is really extraordinary, and after walking out of half a day, he has traveled more than 500 miles.

Jiang Xiaoman was not in a hurry, so he deliberately asked Xiaobai to slow down, turned over and dismounted and walked slowly with the reins.

The scenery of the border land is magnificent, and you can see mountains, plains, lakes, swamps, and Gobi along the way.

Just like Fancheng and Vermilion Bird City, the two cities are not far away, but the scenery is very different.

At present, it is still moving forward in the wilderness, although it is an official road, but there are few people.

Before and after, after walking for more than half an hour, he didn't even look at the merchants.

As the sun sets, there are fiery clouds sweeping the sky, and the reflected heaven and earth are red.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was still clear, but gradually the flame-like clouds were gradually replaced by gray dark clouds.

The inky clouds filled the sky after a while, Jiang Xiaoman stopped his horse, looked up at the sky, and prayed in his heart that it would not rain at this time.

Otherwise, if you can't go to the village and don't have a store, it will be difficult to find a shelter from the rain.

Moreover, the border land is different from the hinterland of the imperial dynasty, and there are few close cities between cities, and there is still a half-day trip to the nearest city.

If you let Xiaobai gallop quickly, you can arrive before dark.

Jiang Xiaoman himself wanted to experience the feeling of camping in the wild, and now he can't help but regret it a little, and he didn't think about the border land where there was drought and little rain in previous years, how the rain came so frequently this year.

It may be a good thing for the farmer, this rain is rain for the crops, and there will be a good harvest this year, but it is a bit of a headache for the teenager here.

Jiang Xiaoman sighed helplessly, and watched the ink-like dark clouds squeeze out the red in Fang Cai's eyes, gloomy as if he was about to fall, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed, as if he was the only one left in the world at this moment, and the mountains and forests were quiet.

It's going to rain, and it doesn't look like it's going to be small.

"Xiaobai, let's go!" Jiang Xiaoman turned over on his horse, reached out and patted the mane on Lu Ma's neck, and commanded softly.

I saw that this snow-white horse without a trace of variegated horses neighed, and its four hooves stepped away, rolling up a puff of smoke and dust, and rushed forward quickly.

There is a way that Lu is made of horses, and the bow is like a thunderbolt.

It can be regarded as worthy of the name, and it is worthy of being a rare spirit horse in the world.

Bang!

A thunderclap resounded through the heavens and the earth, and then the rain poured down with lightning that reflected the heavens and the earth.

The majestic rain poured into the earth, and within a while, Jiang Xiaoman's body was already soaked.

There was a blur in front of him, and with the sudden heavy rain, a silvery-white mist shrouded the mountains.

Rain-like mist, rain-like fog, wisps of mist are entangled.

The rain flowed down his hair into the boy's clothes, and he couldn't help but shiver subconsciously.

This coolness, even Jiang Xiaoman, whose cultivation has already entered the day after tomorrow, can't stand it.

Jiang Xiaoman untied the gun magazine on his back and tied it tightly to the horse's belly along with the burden, anyway, he had already been drenched in soup, and he was no longer in a hurry, the most important thing at the moment was to quickly find a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

There are quite a few towering ancient trees on both sides of the official road, but since he saw a fiery red lightning falling from the sky, scorching the whole body of a dragon-like ancient tree, even if he gave Jiang Xiaoman ten dares, he didn't dare to go to squat under the ancient tree to find the thunder split.

Walking and walking, Jiang Xiaoman unconsciously thought of Jiang Moli.

He remembers it was also in such a rainy day.

On that day, he and Jiang Moli went to the Huxin Pavilion in Vermilion Bird City to play, looking at the people on the street who were hurriedly crowded under the eaves to hide from the rain, Sister Moli asked him, Xiaoman, you said that so many people are hiding from the rain, will the rain be sad?

At that time, I was still young, but it was a girl's sentimentality.

But when I thought about it for no reason, I couldn't help but think of the good-looking eyebrows that I hadn't seen for more than a month.

I don't know, how Sister Moli is in Vermilion Bird City, do you think about yourself, how are you doing...

Outside Suzaku Castle, the sunset is good.

A young girl followed behind a very old Taoist, seemed to feel something, stopped, and looked up.

"What, miss that little guy?" the old Taoist couldn't help but chuckle and turn his head to tease when he saw the girl stop.

"No... No. His mind was pierced, Jiang Moli blushed with shame, lowered his head, and was as thin as a mosquito sound.

"We will meet again eventually, that child will definitely be destined to soar to the sky when he returns from this northward journey, and his name will move Kyushu. The Taoist coughed lightly and continued to say slowly: "Supreme Hongyan, Hongyan Supreme, at that time, he will inevitably be surrounded by Yingyan, if you want to stay by his side all the time, you can rest assured and poor Dao to cultivate well, and when you meet again in the future, you will not be looked down upon by the world." ”

This person called himself Lu Dongxuan, and when he first entered the Suzaku Overseer's Mansion, he was treated as a guest by Uncle Jiang and Aunt Lin.

But he didn't want to, the purpose of this person came to the door was to take himself as a disciple.

Although she knew that the old Taoist priest who could get into the eyes of Jiang Yao and Lin Mei must be a master, Jiang Mo was still a little reluctant in her heart, she thought that she would be content in this Vermilion Bird City, at least until the young man came back.

But for so many years, she has never disobeyed Uncle Jiang and Aunt Lin, and she also knows that the two of them are really good for her.

Although he was reluctant, he still obediently followed the Taoist to the blessed land of the world.

His mind was pierced, and Jiang Moli trembled, as if he had been electrocuted.

Her face was pale, her lips were biting slightly, and she closed her eyes slightly, thinking about the words of the old Taoist priest.

Although I've been running away and don't want to admit it.

But if you only look at that young man as a younger brother, you won't be so depressed these days.

Some people, some things, can be seen every day without realizing something.

But once they suddenly parted and couldn't see each other, it was as if a piece of the heart was missing, and even when I breathed, I felt that something was missing from the air.

A small purple bulging mink poked out of the girl's sleeve, squeaked, and climbed onto her shoulder.

Coming back to her senses, Jiang Moli suddenly opened her eyes, she looked back at Vermilion Bird City, then looked north, and finally looked at the Taoist, her eyes gradually became resolute.

"I'll do my best!" she said, her voice soft, but not hesitating.

"This is the demeanor you should have, my Lu Dongxuan's closed disciple should be like this!" The Taoist shook off the dust, nodded with satisfaction, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Let's go, good apprentice, follow the teacher to practice hard for ten years, and the years will change whiteheads, and you will find that there is no loss at all in this transaction in the future." ”

After saying that, the old Taoist priest stretched out his fingers and lightly touched it, and saw that the void in front of him was actually rippled and cleansed, and the Taoist chuckled and strode into it, disappearing as if walking on the ground.

"Take care, alas... It's a pity that I can't wait for you to come back. Jiang Moli turned around, grabbed a handful of soil from Vermilion Bird City, held it in the palm of his hand, then straightened up and muttered to himself to the north, and then no longer hesitated to step towards the ripples in the void, and disappeared.

At the head of Vermilion Bird City, Jiang Yao and Lin Mei slowly walked out from behind the city wall, looking at the place where the two disappeared in a daze.

"Even this girl has left us..."Lin Mei leaned her head on Jiang Yao's arms and spoke softly, her eyes full of reluctance.

In the final analysis, after getting along all these years, Mo Li's child is the most obedient, and Lin Mei really raises the girl as her own daughter.

In this world, how can a mother really be willing to leave her child behind.

"Yes, after all, he has his own way to go, and it is not a blessing for Mo Li to be favored by that senior. Jiang Yao sighed lightly and said slowly.

"I don't know what will happen if Xiao Man'er comes back in the future and sees that Mo Li is gone?" Lin Mei rubbed her eyes, today's wind is a little strong...

"Don't worry, when Xiaoman'er comes back, Mo Li will be back soon. ”

In the end, Jiang Yao smiled and hugged his wife tightly, and said softly, but his eyes flashed slightly.

He secretly asked the senior behind Lin Mei's back when Xiao Man'er would return to Qin this time.

The old Taoist priest didn't say it explicitly, smiled and handed a already folded note to Jiang Yao, saying that he would open it when he left.

Jiang Yao's hand behind his back tightened, holding a ball of paper in his hand, with only two words on it, ten years.

......

It was getting dark, but the rain had no intention of stopping.

Fortunately, in the end, Jiang Xiaoman found a ruined temple that had been barren for a long time, and he could be regarded as having a place to temporarily shelter from the wind and rain at night when the cool breeze blew.

The temple ** enshrined the statue of the god that had long been mottled and could not be seen, although it was so, but after entering the temple, the young man still respectfully bowed to the mottled statue three times.

Lin Mei said that there are really immortals in this world, just above the nine heavens, looking at the world day and night behind the sky.

Since my mother said that there are immortals, the idol left in the world must correspond to an immortal god in the Nine Heavens.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't know if the owner of the statue in the sky could perceive the statue in this temple that had been abandoned by the world for a long time, but after all, he was now occupying other people's land.

This man, there is awe in his heart, and it is always right to be respectful when he goes out.

Originally, I wanted to bring Xiaobai into the temple, but I felt that it was more or less disrespectful to the statue, and it was really inappropriate, so I gave up.

Fortunately, there is also a stable in the courtyard of this temple that has not been populated for a long time, which should be used by pilgrims in its heyday.

At present, Lu Ma Xiaobai also has a good home, so that he will not be drenched in the wind and rain.

The boy lit a fire, took off his already soaked coat hanger and baked it on the fire, turned around and picked up his baggage, which was supposed to turn out a clean suit to change into.

But he didn't want to, as soon as he opened the baggage, he saw a book that should not have belonged to him fall to the ground with a click.

Jiang Xiaoman forgot to get dry clothes, squatted down and picked up the book, and looked at it fixedly.

This book, he's seen.

If I'm not mistaken, when I open it, I will definitely have a thick and valuable gold leaf sandwiched inside.

He smiled lightly, raised his head, as if he saw a pair of big eyes full of aura, which were flickering and blinking at him, and then shouted happily, Jiang Xiaoworm.

At this moment, the book, which should have weighed less than one or two, sank like a thousand pounds in the palm of his hand.

Night, rain and cold.

people, but there is no sleep.

"Ji Xiaoyue..."

The boy closed the book, carefully put it in his arms with both hands, and muttered in a low voice.