Because they were eager to return home, the group rarely stopped on the road after leaving Jianzhou and headed straight for Yecheng.

Qingyu didn't care, she wished she could return to the imperial city as soon as possible.

The old Taoist priest was thinking about how to ask Xiao Hei about the origin of this rune. He endured it again and again, but finally did not ask. He had to wait for an opportunity.

Gao Yue didn't care. As long as he left Jianzhou City, it would be safe for him. The Imperial City was his home. Although he didn't really want to go back, he had to go back when he thought of getting into trouble.

However, God didn't want it to go as he wished, and always wanted to give Xiao Hei some hardships with his broken leg.

The carriage was running on the road and saw that it was less than a hundred miles away from the imperial city.

There was a burst of thunder in the sky, and then the first summer strike fell without warning.

The rainwater falls on the mountains and flows downstream, turning into countless waterfalls and flowing towards the rivers, making thunderous roars in the mountains.

Xiao Hei and Gao Yue, who were sitting in the carriage, only heard a roar. Before Gao Yue could stop screaming, the carriage stopped.

Xiao Hei opened the curtain and looked at the coachman and asked: "Uncle, why did you stop and not leave?"

The driver smiled bitterly, pointed ahead and said, "We are unlucky, the bridge is broken!"

"Go down and have a look!" Xiao Hei took out an oil-paper umbrella from his side and handed it to Gao Yue: "Brother Gao, please go and see what's going on in front and see what the senior has to say."

Gao Yue nodded, took the umbrella and opened it at the carriage, jumped off and looked forward.

The coachman shook his head, looked at Xiao Hei and said with a smile: "Don't look at it. You don't believe it. The old Taoist priest's carriage in front ran a little faster and just crossed the bridge..."

When Xiao Hei heard this, he immediately released his consciousness and flew forward. He looked at the old Taoist priest who was also shocked and said, "Senior, are you kidding me?"

The old Taoist priest also got off the carriage and looked at the stone bridge that had been washed away by the flash flood. The road leading to Yecheng was blocked by a flash flood that was dozens of meters wide.

He was so angry that he trembled and cursed: "Why don't you come and give it a try? I'm full and have nothing to do. Why don't I learn from you?"

Qingyu couldn't hear Xiaohei's words, but when he saw the old Taoist priest angry, he just pointed at the carriage across the river and said: "Master, what should I do?"

"How do I know? Either take a detour or wait for the mountain flood to recede and have someone carry him across the river."

The old Taoist priest shook his head, looked at the carriage opposite and said, "Boy, ask the coachman if there are any bridges upstream and downstream. You can take a detour. I will go to the Imperial City to wait for you."

Now that they are separated, the master and the disciple cannot stay here in the rain.

Qingyu had no choice but to do this when she heard what she felt, so she shouted across the broken bridge: "Xiao Hei, let's go back to the imperial city first!"

Xiao Hei on the other side of the river smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that he had broken other people's bridges twice, and God was going to punish him this time. He really deserved it.

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly to the old Taoist priest and said, "Senior, please go back first. Qingyu knows where my home is. Let's think of a solution slowly."

Gao Yue, who walked around the bridge with an umbrella and came back, said with a grimace: "We can't cross, the bridge is too broken."

Xiao Hei nodded, looked at the coachman and asked: "Uncle, are there any bridges upstream and downstream here?"

The coachman pointed downstream and said: "There is a stone bridge sixty miles away from here, but as a result, we may have to spend the night in the countryside tonight."

Xiao Hei smiled: "It's okay, let's continue on our way. I'll give you some extra for your hard work later."

After he finished, he said quietly: "Senior, please leave first and tell my family that I will be back in two days."

The old Taoist priest looked at Qingyu and sighed, then smiled and said, "Let's go first."

Qingyu put away her umbrella and said with a grimace: "Last time he destroyed a bridge, but now it's better. God won't let him cross the bridge as he wished."

The old Taoist priest laughed: "This is his fate."

The master and apprentice waved to the other side of the river, and the carriage slowly left, leaving Xiao Hei and Gao Yue in a mess on the other side of the river.

"Uncle, let's go!" Xiao Hei said quietly: "Run as far as you can. Find a place to spend the night before dark. Don't get caught in the rain in the wild."

Although summer rain will not last all day with spring, it is always inconvenient to have no place to boil water in the wild.

The coachman laughed and said: "Don't worry, this road is close to the imperial city, and there will be many people on the roadside."

I walked all the way downstream along the river, but finally failed to reach the stone bridge downstream before dark.

Xiao Hei released his spiritual consciousness and looked around. When he saw a temple not far away, he shouted to the driver: "Uncle, go down the road and go in. There is a temple in front of you."

It wasn't until the carriage came all the way that we discovered a dilapidated temple in front of us.

The coachman stopped the car and said with a smile: "Although there is no one here, it's good for us to spend the night." After saying that, he let go of the horse and let it graze.

Then he walked towards the small temple with Xiao Hei in his arms. Gao Yue walked in front and pushed open the heavy door. With a creak, the three of them entered the temple.

The driver put Xiao Hei down and packed up with Gao Yue. After a while, they cleared out the place where they spent the night.

Fortunately, Xiao Hei found a chair in the inn, sat aside and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that I hate temples the most, so I ended up coming here to spend the night."

The coachman shook his head, looked at Gao Yue and said, "Sir, you go and fetch water. I'll go to the forest to pick up some branches and bring them back to make a fire."

Xiao Hei asked Gao Yue to light an oil lamp and place it on the Buddhist altar, and the small temple suddenly became brighter.

Looking at the small temple in front of me, which is somewhat dilapidated but not leaking, and looking at the Bodhisattva in front of me, I couldn't help but laugh: "Are you a serious Bodhisattva or an unserious devil?"

In Xiao Hei's opinion, as long as there are no evil monks in the temple, it is considered a serious place.

The Bodhisattva on the altar ignored the unreasonable wild boy in front of him, and Xiao Hei also smelled a faint scent of sandalwood.

It seems to me that although the temple here is deserted, there are still many people coming here to burn incense.

He also thought about the Baiyu Temple outside Liangzhou City and the Hanshan Temple in the Northern Qi Dynasty. The monks in the two places gave him a very bad feeling. They were not as good as this abandoned small temple.

It was Gao Yue's first time to spend the night in a small temple in the wilderness. Everything felt new. He boiled water and wandered around the Buddhist altar, like a curious baby.

The coachman didn't say much. After cooking a pot of meat porridge and eating enough, he went to feed the horses outside the temple.

There was no way he had to sleep in the carriage tonight, because Gao Yue was a fool and didn't bring anything with him for the night.

As a result, Xiao Hei had no choice but to give him his sleeping bag and sleep in the coachman's.

The horses that stayed overnight couldn't just eat grass, they had to be fed some bean cakes. Fortunately, the coachman often spent the night in the wild and didn't care about Xiao Hei and Gao Yue.

Xiao Hei made a pot of tea, looked at Gao Yue and smiled bitterly: "Have you never enjoyed this wild life?"

In fact, what he wants to say is that you are an idiot. How can you rely on others for everything when you are away from home?

Gao Yue said with a grimace: "I don't have a carriage, so I can't always carry a sleeping bag, right?"

In one sentence, Xiao Hei was stunned by the question. He really hadn't thought about this problem. He had a space ring, which was convenient for him to carry with him. This guy in front of him probably didn't even have a brocade bag.

When I was thinking about whether to give this poor guy a space treasure.

Gao Yue looked at him and asked: "Is... will a monster come in at night?"

"Monster?" Xiao Hei laughed when he heard it, pointed to the Bodhisattva in front of him and said, "With the Bodhisattva here, the monsters don't dare to come."

Thinking about it, it seemed that he had never seen any monsters except that big snake when he came to Northern Qi. It was a pity that the white wolf died in vain at the hands of that monster in order to protect his two children.

Gao Yue also knew that Xiao Hei was here and there was no need for him to worry about things at night.

Holding a cup of hot tea and drinking half of it, he thought about it and asked again: "How big is your home in the Imperial City? Is it convenient for me to live there? I can bring you a sister."

Xiao Hei chuckled and said, "The yard is not big, so it's no problem to give you a room, but no one knows how to cook. Now I'd better ask someone to cook food for the two of them."

When Xiao Hei thought that Qing Yu wouldn't know how to cook when she went back, and the old Taoist priest probably didn't either, it was really exciting.

After much thought, the first thing I did when I returned to the imperial city was to drive away the old Taoist priest and Qingyu.

I don’t know since when, Xiao Hei started to like to live a quiet and comfortable life like his brother.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at Gao Yue and asked: "Do you want to become an old Taoist priest? I can help you talk."

When I think of Gao Yue's pitiful cultivation, who can't even defeat two men in black and dares to cause trouble outside, I can't help but feel that there are too many brave people these days.

If the old Taoist priest is willing to accept this poor guy, he can give him a chance.

Let him be like Qingyu, at least similar to the little Taoist priest in the Taoist temple.

From now on, if I follow Qingyu and the old Taoist priest, I won't be far behind.

Gao Yue was stunned. He obviously hadn't thought about this problem yet, but when he thought of the two men in black he met on the street that day, his little face instantly turned pale.

He opened his mouth and held it in for a long time before asking: "If I become his disciple, can I be as powerful as you?"

Xiao Hei was cleaning the remaining tea in the pot and washing the pot with warm water. Hearing Gao Yue's words, his hands shook in fright and almost knocked some of the purple sand in his hand to the ground.

Until I fell into a few pieces of spiritual tea, I thought of giving this guy a chance.

It wasn't until the boiling water entered the pot that a faint aroma of tea arose, and the newly brewed spirit tea was added to their cups, and then they sighed quietly.

Looking at him, he smiled bitterly and said, "It doesn't seem possible."

Are you kidding me? All my opportunities are due to my brother, not even Shuzi or Xiaohu.

There are also a bunch of my brother's relatives in the Xinghua Valley at the foot of Mount Xumi, who are not as lucky as I am.

He thought about it over and over, but he couldn't imagine that the guy in front of him could be more defiant than himself?

Seeing his angry look, Xiao Hei could only continue to comfort him: "If you are willing to endure hardship, you must be better than my silly sister, right?"

Afraid that Gao Yue would not know Qingyu's cultivation level, Xiao Hei quickly explained: "Since you are a young monk, you should have heard about the cultivation of the Golden Core Realm, and Qingyu is one."

"Oh, so sister Qingyu is so powerful?"

Gao Yue nodded thoughtfully, took a sip of spiritual tea, and then asked: "Where is Wang Yijian who was injured by you outside the inn that day?"

"Him?"
To be continued...