When she was in the ancestral temple, it was that time that Miaolian was seriously ill. Mr. Feng and others thought she was bound to die and began to prepare the coffin. However, she suddenly woke up and from then on, her condition slowly recovered.
That's that time!
When she woke up, she once said this place - beside the Weishui River!!
She said that it was her way home - although he didn't understand at the time, he still agreed to find her way home - at that time, he thought she was talking nonsense.
At this moment, a strange thought arose in her heart - how great it would be if her home was really here, not the palace!!
After sitting for a long time, he felt a little thirsty. Seeing the clear water swelling in front of him, he wanted to take a drink.
As soon as he passed, his hand touched the water and suddenly heard an extremely violent sound of wind.
Huh, with the sound of weapons.
He didn't have time to turn around and instinctively avoided the fatal knife. He almost fell into the water. Instead, the man behind him did not expect that he would react so quickly, and he used too much force and could not close his power. He dropped with a buzzing sound.
Got into the water.
He turned around and ran back. At the end, he was quick-witted and actually grabbed the man's big knife.
However, it stopped soon, and seven or eight masked men rushed over from the opposite side.
Everyone was holding weapons in their hands. The bright knife flashed with aggressive cold light under the night. They formed a siege and completely blocked all Ye Jia's way. Obviously, they had the will of killing.
"Yejia, do you still want to run for your life?"
Ye Jia heard so far that he was actually drunk by the masked people and was stunned.
"Who are you? Why are you chasing me?"
Everyone looked at each other. The person in the lead laughed strangely: "Who are we? Hehe, don't you know?"
Yejia really doesn't know.
He grew up in Beiwudang since childhood. He spent two Buddhist scriptures every day. After he became a little older, he almost devoted himself to the Buddha without caring about foreign affairs. Later, although he became a national teacher, he was all ritualistic and truly
The foreign affairs were all cooked by monks in the temple, and he knew nothing about foreign affairs.