There was a slight drizzle in the sky, Yang Zhao wore a brand-new scholar's green shirt, holding a cheap red clay teapot in his left hand, standing in front of the threshold of the small courtyard, as if he saw that a new life was beckoning to him, and the appearance of the new life was very handsome and lovely.

"Spring rain is as expensive as oil, a good sign!"

He took a sip of tea, stood in the threshold and looked at the wind and rain outside the threshold, and said angrily: "The fragrance of tea is intoxicating, the fragrance of ink is intoxicating, it can really be described as a grand plan to dominate the industry and talk and laugh, it is better than a drunk in life." ”

The young man with a young face was wearing a scholar's green shirt, and he couldn't wear a chic atmosphere, but looked a little funny, and he was holding a teapot to be old-fashioned, and he said such things in an old-fashioned tone, which was even more cute.

Someone was sheltering from the rain under the eaves of the threshold, and just listening to Yang Zhao's words, he subconsciously turned around and glanced at Yang Zhao, and after being slightly stunned, he couldn't help laughing.

This person is a middle-aged man, dressed in a green shirt with a sword tied at will, there is a sense of freedom between his eyebrows and eyes, and the smile that appeared illuminated the rain outside the eaves a little.

Yang Zhao realized that there was someone outside the threshold, and knowing that the other party heard his sour words, he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, coughed twice and turned his head to look at the corner of the bright starry sky above the rainy sky, and pretended that nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man was probably a little bored, he looked around the wall casually with his hands, and then glanced at Yang Zhao, his eyes showed appreciation and surprise, but he didn't know what he was doing, but Yang Zhao felt that this person's figure was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember anything.

The middle-aged man watched a round. Pacing back in front of Yang Zhao, he smiled and said, "Little friend......"

Without waiting for him to finish the whole sentence, Yang Zhao corrected with a smile: "Please call me little brother, don't call me a little friend just because I look at my age, just like I won't call you a sword when I see you wearing a sword...... Guest. ”

"Alright, little friend. The middle-aged man did not change his name, and said with a smile: "I would like to know why you would be willing to rent this yard that no one wants to rent for months." ”

Yang Zhao replied: "The place is clean, the environment is good, and the front house is back to the water." There's no reason why I shouldn't rent. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Okay." Actually, I just want to remind you that this is not the place for you. ”

Yang Zhao frowned slightly, looked at this person and asked, "This friend, what do you mean by this?"

The middle-aged man calmly replied, "Nothing." It's just a fate with a little friend!"

Yang Zhao shook his head. But they did not know what he meant. But now he was bored, so he said to this person: "I don't know how long this rain will stop, I think you are also here to take shelter from the rain." If it's okay, come to my small courtyard to warm up?"

"That's a good feeling. The middle-aged man nodded, and followed Yang Zhao to the small courtyard.

Yang Zhao led the person to the house, took off the wet and heavy coat on his body, handed it to Xiao Bai who was standing in front of him, and asked Xuan Yuruo: "Are the noodles cooked?"

Xuan Yuruo handed him the dry towel in his hand, nodded heavily, and said happily, "I'll bring it to you." ”

A bowl of hot noodle soup was served, still four peppercorns, but there were a lot more green onions than usual, and the golden and tender white fried egg on the noodles was extremely rare.

Yang Zhao was wet at this time, and his stomach was even more hungry, where could he resist the temptation of fried egg noodles with green onions, his eyes suddenly lit up, put down the slightly wet towel, picked up the chopsticks, and suddenly ate it, which looked extremely sweet.

Xuanyuruo saw that he was eating happily, her face was full of joy, she picked up the slightly wet towel, stood behind him and began to wipe his hair, reminding him from time to time not to eat too fast if it was too hot.

At this moment, two coughing sounds sounded in the dim shop, watching the three of them talk to each other as if they were ignoring themselves, and finally couldn't help but say, "The noodles are very fragrant." ”

If Xuan Yu continued to wipe Yang Zhao's hair, he would act as if he hadn't seen this person and hadn't heard this sentence, but Yang Zhao's reaction was a little different from earlier, and he lowered his head and ate the soup noodles and said vaguely: "This is a rain shelterer, bring him a bowl too, so as to warm his body." ”

After a while, the second bowl of noodle soup was served, and the middle-aged man took chopsticks and ate a few bites, but found that his noodles seemed to be a little different from the noodles in Yang Zhao's bowl.

The standard is 4 peppercorns, 30 chopped green onions, but there is no fried egg.

He couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and gently tapped Yang Zhao's bowl edge to remind him, Yang Zhao glanced at it with his spare eyes, almost laughed, turned his head and persuaded Xiaobai: "Don't be too stingy, fry another egg." ”

The omelette finally came, Yang Zhao and the middle-aged man were happily eating noodles with a bowl, and Xuan Yuruo and Xiaobai were sitting not far in front of them, and they also ate by themselves.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Zhao put down the noodle bowl in his hand, leaned back comfortably, rubbed his slightly bulging belly, looked at the middle-aged man sitting next to him, and said, "Does this friend know something?"

The middle-aged man held a bowl of noodles, put it on the table, looked at him and smiled: "The noodles are delicious." ”

"That's all?" Yang Zhao continued to ask.

The middle-aged man didn't know what to think of, fell into a long silence, his smile became a little dull, and said slowly: "Of course, you have to think about some things, this is also a test of your understanding, life and death are up to you!"

Hearing this, Yang Zhao's right hand tightened slightly, but he didn't answer, but lowered his head and asked, "Who is the senior?"

"Guess what. The middle-aged man looked back at Yang Zhao's childish face, smiled and said, "You will know later." ”

Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied with a smile: "Do you think I will believe you or not?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "This kind of thing is so simple. ”

Yang Zhao shook his head and said with a smile: "Can you not be so cheesy, find some other meaning in simplicity?"

The middle-aged man's eyebrows slowly frowned, and he looked at Yang Zhao with interest, a little surprised to hear such an answer, and asked, "At your age, the world in your eyes is so gloomy...... I'm really curious about your past right now, and if you're interested in telling me about it in the future. Please remember to call me, I will ask for tea. ”

Yang Zhao shook his head and replied, "I don't want to recall those things myself, let alone tell them to others." ”

The middle-aged man looked at the small dimple on his left cheek, slightly stunned, and suddenly he thought of the bowls of hot omelet noodles after coming to this small courtyard, thinking about himself who had been forgotten in the corner before, and gradually understood something, and said with a smile: "It turns out that your life is also interesting." ”

Yang Zhao shook his head and said with a smile: "It's sour, it's too sour." ”

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Zhao's expression. Knowing that he didn't understand what he was talking about. Naturally, he didn't bother to break those things, stood up and walked outside the house, turned around and smiled and said, "I should go, I just want you to leave here as much as possible." ”

Hear the last few words of this sentence. A look of vigilance appeared on Yang Zhao's face. He didn't ask the middle-aged man what his background was. Instead, he asked directly the key to the matter: "Can you not go?"

The middle-aged man pushed open the gate of the small courtyard and said cleanly, "No." ”

The wind and rain were still in the alley at this time, and the middle-aged man walked out of the alley. Looking up at the starry sky overhead, he shook his head and sighed, and disappeared into the city.

After the middle-aged man left, Yang Zhao was silent alone, and even if Xiaobai and Xuan Yuruo asked him, he didn't react at all, but walked into the bedroom alone.

Suddenly, he saw a shadow on the wall, which was the shadow left on the wall by the candlelight falling on him, and the shadow was sitting cross-legged, as if he was practicing.

Just as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly retracted his steps.

He stood in silence for a long time, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He wanted to leave, but he was a little afraid to leave, and he had a very strong feeling in his heart that as long as he turned back, something terrible would happen, and the good life would be gone forever.

He struggled for a long time, but finally walked in.

Because he is curious, it is the most conquering emotion for human beings.

Yang Zhao saw the shadow on the wall again.

He was not lying on the bed, the candles on the table had been extinguished, and the stars above the small courtyard were obscured by clouds, and it was gloomy, but ...... The shadow is still there.

This is not his shadow, then whose shadow is it.

Yang Zhao looked at the shadow, was silent again for a long time, and then walked towards the wall.

His steps were heavy, and his expression was heavy.

Walking to the wall, he observed in silence for a long time, and even reached out to touch it, and found that there was nothing strange about this shadow, it was a pure shadow, which could only be seen, not touched.

The shade is the shadow of the tree, the sundial is the shadow of the sun, and the shadow is the shadow of the mountain.

Yang Zhao thought for a moment and sat down cross-legged in front of this shadow.

It wasn't until he sat down cross-legged that he realized that this was his own shadow, because it was exactly the same.

Earlier, he was sitting at his desk and saw the shadow crossed on his knees, as if he was practicing, but he didn't pay attention.

He suddenly remembered that he had seen a shadow on the stone wall in the depths of the Yellow Spring Secret Realm.

It was the shadow of Lu Xu's Immortal Master.

Why didn't there be this shadow before, but after the middle-aged man left, he had this shadow?

Yang Zhao was a little puzzled, but he didn't think about it, but felt what the meaning of this shadow was in the sea of knowledge?

He was a little worried that the shadow would fade away, so he wanted to strengthen it.

In just an instant, he entered the realm of forgetting things and me.

However, to his shock, the shadow on the wall suddenly struggled!

The shadow no longer crossed its knees, but stood up against the wall, raised its arms, and pushed it towards the top of its head, as if it were going to hold up something very heavy, and no, it seemed to break through the sky!

The sky was too heavy, and the shadow did not succeed, and began to hold its head and twist its body constantly, twisting into all kinds of strange shapes, which seemed extremely painful.

The shadow continued to struggle, like a black flame, burning on the walls, spitting flames as if in a strange dance.

This picture seems to make this world dance with it!(To be continued......)