it mizzles.

It’s still the same fireworks in March.

In the hazy weather, people will eventually fall into a strange and subtle mood.

But this kind of subtle emotion, sadness for spring and autumn, belongs to some aloof heroines, but it is more of a poet's feeling, or it is the emotion of every lady who leans out of the window to watch the rain hitting the plantains.

These things are superfluous to ordinary people.

In their lives, the most important thing is to seek life and survive.

Yangzhou.

In a dilapidated temple, Gao Zhong and Xu Ziling stood next to each other with bruises and swollen faces. They stared dumbfounded at the man in brocade robes who fell from the sky and smashed the roof and fell vertically in front of them. The two were stunned for a moment.

The two of them had just recited a song of the Lotus Sutra to the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the ruined temple, asking the Bodhisattva to give them a powerful master, and then make the two of them become legendary martial arts masters. Originally, this was a small idea.

They always have.

But the problem is that the two of them did not expect that the Myoho Renge Sutra that they recited quite stutteringly and could not remember all the words would bring a huge surprise to them at this moment.

Of course, I was more surprised than happy.

There was a snap.

A man wearing a brocade robe and carrying a scimitar at his waist smashed through the poor roof of the old temple and fell directly in front of the two of them.

Immediately, the two boys were stunned.

"..."

It took quite a while.

Kou Zhong, who was the most daring, picked up a small branch from the side and gently poked the opponent with a stick. He found that the opponent had no reaction at all and seemed to be dead. Such a result could not help but frighten Kou Zhong.

A big jump.

But soon Kou Zhong discovered that this man was not dead, but seemed to have fallen from a high altitude and died immediately.

Seeing that the other party was not dead, Kou Zhong's attention was quickly attracted by the other party's luxurious robes. Finally, his attention fell on the scimitar on the young man's waist. He reached forward and groped for two times.

He immediately took down the scimitar.

"Hello?"

"Master Zhong, are you going too far?"

It wasn't until this moment that Xu Ziling on the side reacted and quickly reached out and patted Kou Zhong. He was still a little worried when he saw that Kou Zhong was unconscious, but if Kou Zhong was caught taking other people's things so casually, he would be

Not good.

"What are you worried about? Master Ling, I just want to take a look!"

With his mouth slumped, Kou Zhong pulled out the scimitar at once. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the dark ruined temple, and the cold light without temperature shone directly on the two boys. Even if they were two

People don't know much about it, but they can still recognize that this scimitar is an extremely outstanding sword.

He seemed to have thought of something. Kou Zhong directly swung the scimitar in his hand towards the corner of the table next to him. The knife passed without leaving a mark, but he did not feel any resistance. Kou Zhong felt that the scimitar in his hand was cutting the air.

It just cut across the table and didn't seem to hit anything at all.

Just when this thought came to mind, I saw that the corner of the table that had been scratched by the scimitar had already fallen to the ground.

Such a scene immediately left Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling stunned.

What a sharp weapon!

This surprised the two boys who had been pickpockets since they were children. Because they were pickpockets, they were aware of the value of some items. However, compared to Gao Zhong, Xu Ziling's eyes fell on the knife.

above a line of words.

"The small building listened to the spring rain all night..."

Squinting his eyes, he recognized the words on it. Xu Ziling smacked his lips and said, "Is this poetry? It gives people a strange feeling!"

Although the two were beggars and pickpockets, they had secretly hung out outside a private school for a few days and could still recognize some words. They were originally smart people. But it happened that the words in this line of poetry were not.

complex.

When Xu Ziling recited this poem, Kou Zhong's eyes also fell on it.

"The small building listened to the spring rain all night..."

After repeating this poem, Kou Zhong felt a strange charm. Coincidentally, it was still raining mist outside.

Turn over.

Kou Zhong sat directly on the stone bench nearby, leaning sideways, holding a scimitar in one hand and supporting his side face with the other. His eyes were slightly absent-minded as he looked at the drizzle outside the temple. Kou Zhong used a very

He read in a sad tone: "The small building listened to the spring rain all night..."

"How about it?"

"Master Ling, am I very heroic?"

After finishing the pose, Kou Zhong regained his playful expression and looked at Xu Ziling with great hope, waiting for his brother's praise.

It's a pity that Xu Ziling didn't understand Kou Zhong's temper, so he turned his head and said in a disdainful tone: "If Mr. Zhong's clothes were more beautiful and his nose was not bruised and his face was not swollen, he would still have a trace of heroic temperament, otherwise

I just want to laugh!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Kou Zhong immediately felt helpless.

He and Xu Ziling had just been beaten up for petty theft, and their noses and faces were bruised and swollen. Moreover, the two of them were beggars, so they had no spare money to buy clothes, so they could keep their stomachs from being hurt for two days.

Being hungry is not bad.

Hero!

Where is the hero!

Now it is quite difficult for them to even protect themselves, and they are bullied by those guys from time to time, which makes Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling very helpless. Fortunately, the two of them have been very energetic people since they were young.

Will it change due to the experiences I experienced when I was young?

Although life is difficult, the two of them still live relatively happily, but they are often a little hungry...

However, after listening to Xu Ziling's words, Kou Zhong's eyes fell on the young man who was still lying on the ground, and he suddenly said: "How can there be such a sharp sword and the poems on it that sound so unique?

I think this person is a great master!"

"only……"

Having said this, Kou Zhong walked under the loophole in the roof and looked up. Wherever he could see was the dim sky. The man just fell straight down like this. So high. Nothing would happen if he fell like this.

, then he must be a master.

"I think the sutra we just prayed to Bodhisattva and recited worked. Bodhisattva blessed us and brought us a master!"

At this point, Kou Zhong's eyes lit up, and he felt more and more that things should be like this. Otherwise, how could this man fall in front of them after he and Xu Ziling stuttered through the verses?

.

Thinking of this, Kou Zhong bent down and turned the young man in front of him over. Only then did he and Xu Ziling see what the man looked like.

Junya!

This was the first common impression between Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling. The man in front of them was incredibly handsome. They looked at each other, and then Xu Ziling said in a sighing tone: "I fell from such a height and landed face first on the ground.

There is no impact at all, this is indeed a legendary master!"

"Yes!"

Kou Zhong nodded, expressing that he agreed with Xu Ziling's opinion.

The legendary internal strength and so on may be the performance in front of you.

But now that they had made a decision, the two naturally did not let the young man lie there, but worked hard to get the other person up. It is easy for people to catch a cold in this humid weather. After a lot of work, Xu Ziling even used the

The crock pot brought some hot water to feed each other.

…

At dawn.

Yue Yuan had woken up from his coma, and what he saw when he opened his eyes was the hazy drizzle outside.

For a moment, Yue Yuan thought he had returned to Xiangyang.

But after carefully scanning the surroundings, Yue Yuan realized that he was not in Xiangyang.

This is a ruined temple.

In front of Yue Yuan is a clay statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Next to him were two teenagers lying on the ground, Zhengxiang sleeping, and hugging each other tightly. From time to time, one of the teenagers would touch the other a few times. Even Yue Yuan even saw it with his own eyes.

I saw the other boy put his palms into another boy's clothes. It was obviously a little cold outside and he wanted to use the other boy's body temperature to keep warm.

Just this scene...

It makes people feel weird no matter how they look at it.
To be continued...