Zhao Changhe led Cui Yuanyang all the way at lightning speed, and fled for dozens of miles before they stopped panting. Ge You was paralyzed while leaning against a tree, too tired to speak for a long time.
Cui Yuanyang also worked hard and squatted aside to catch his breath, but his eyes sparkled when he looked at Zhao Changhe.
It’s so fun, this is the time to go out.
"Not only am I a gangster, but next time I may be coveting Tang Wanzhuang! Let her wash up and wait!"
Hee hee, it’s fun, that’s what it tastes like.
Zhao Changhe looked at her sideways: "Why are you squatting there like a toad?"
"The floor is dirty."
"It's not raining here and the ground is dry. There are so many things to do when you go out."
"Hey, it's so funny. Why is it still raining over there and then it stops raining just a few dozen miles away? Look at the ground here. It hasn't rained for at least two days. It didn't just stop."
Zhao Changhe laughed: "Do you believe that the rain will come after us later? This is called the son of destiny, and the sky will chase me and cry."
Cui Yuanyang's big eyes flashed and she didn't know why.
Zhao Changhe said lazily: "You can ask your parents about these things when you go home later... But I suggest you ask the old farmers. You have never talked to them in your life, right?"
That sense of alienation came again, but this time Cui Yuanyang didn't care, still asking with gleaming eyes: "Obviously, I can solve the problem by revealing my identity, maybe you can be entertained by the county guard, and you can get rid of it by the way."
Why do I, this little troublesome person, ruin my reputation and make people think that I kidnapped young girls?"
Zhao Changhe said lazily: "Miss Cui is living in a hotel with a man before you leave the court. If people find out, your reputation will be ruined... My reputation is like that, low-end gangsters are naturally rebellious, and add another licentious streak.
What's the big deal?"
"So you simply say that you covet the late Tang Dynasty makeup to make this image more like?"
"I didn't think too much about it. Am I a little angry with her? I am an independent individual with my own thoughts. I am not something that can be manipulated by others... Even though I can understand her, what's the use of it?
Understanding is valuable, otherwise it is called dog-licking."
Zhao Changhe stretched as he spoke and stood up: "It's almost time to rest. Let's go. I was careless this time. I shouldn't have swaggered around the city with you. I deserve it if my reputation drops again... Continued
We may not go into the city and stay in the suburbs, can you do that?"
Cui Yuanyang clenched his fist excitedly: "Of course!"
Zhao Changhe glanced at her energetic little appearance and laughed: "Let's go."
He felt that this little troll was not as troll as he thought. She fully understood and cooperated with his actions, and was not stupid at all. In fact... he asked the same reason as a hundred thousand times afterwards, but she was so cute.
It doesn't bother me at all.
Wouldn't it be nice to have such a companion along the way?
Cui Yuanyang followed closely, still asking endless questions: "Hey, why didn't you scold me for causing trouble? Instead, you said you deserved it."
"Are you looking for scolding?"
"No...just ask."
"Although you messed up my plan, it is me who decides what to do after all, not you. Of course it is my own problem if I forget about my own situation. How does passing the blame help my growth? Stop talking nonsense, the rain is coming,
Run."
Cui Yuanyang turned around and looked back, and sure enough he saw Heavy Rain chasing him all the way here. It looked amazing.
Cui Yuanyang ran away with her head in her arms, turning her head to look at Heavy Rain chasing behind her, laughing as she ran.
so fun.
…………
Dusk, outdoors.
Ruinshanshan Temple.
Zhao Changhe stopped outside, looked up at the dusty plaque on the temple door, and said nothing for a long time.
"Hey, what are you looking at?"
"I don't say hello or hello...it seems like you are less educated than me."
Cui Yuanyang curled his lips, otherwise what should I call him? Brother Zhao? That's too polite. Changhe? If I dare to call you, you can grab my rabbit ears and throw me out. Is it Brother Zhao? Just thinking about it makes me get goosebumps.
She simply ignored the topic and continued to ask: "What are you looking at? This inscription is not very good. I can write better than it."
"I'm wondering, in a world with gods, does this mountain god exist? If it exists, why is its temple allowed to fall into ruin?"
Cui Yuanyang was stunned for a while, then mumbled: "I don't know, I haven't seen him before."
"Secondly, I was thinking about the ruined temple in the wild, a classic scene. I think something happened tonight."
The little rabbit’s eyes are full of circles, what is this? Do you think something happened here, so why do you have to live here? Can’t we change places? It’s not too late, I still have time to find a farm to stay at, I have money...
…
Before he could ask the question, Zhao Changhe had already pushed the door open and entered.
It was obvious that he was very interested in living in this ruined temple!
Cui Yuanyang muttered in his heart, and then stepped into the threshold, and saw Zhao Changhe standing on the spot, looking at the corner of the ruined temple with lightning eyes, and his hand already pressed on the handle of the knife.
A thin young man in black clothes was leaning against the corner with his sword in hand and his eyes closed, as if he didn't know that the two men had entered.
Cui Yuanyang felt a little nervous. After standing outside for so long, he really didn't feel that there was anyone inside. Until now, if he pays close attention, it is difficult to detect this person's breathing. It is very weak and long. It must be a high-level internal skill.
Sure enough, something happened.
Cui Yuanyang was about to say something, but Zhao Changhe's hand left the handle of the knife, waved his hand and whispered: "In the wilderness, there is no owner, first come, first served... Others come first, let's not disturb them, just sit on the edge and rest."
Cui Yuanyang followed Zhao Changhe obediently and sat in the corner opposite the young man in black. He gently took out a few pastries from the package: "Would you like to eat?"
Zhao Changhe wondered: "When did you buy the pastries? Why didn't I know..."
"When you were checking out at the counter in the morning, I went to the Babao Zhai next door to buy some. It was better than the few pieces of broken cakes you brought out from the inn. Also, I wanted to say it earlier, what kind of wild shop at noon?
Not even meat..."
"..." Zhao Changhe didn't teach him anything about not being greedy for good food and clothing when he was out. He reached for a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake without saying a word.
Who doesn't like to eat good food? It's great to have Fu Loli with you everywhere.
Zhao Changhe opened the wine gourd and sipped the wine with the cakes in small sips. The corner of his eye never left the young man in black for a moment.
But until he was almost finished eating, the young man in black didn't even move, as if he was dead.
Just when Zhao Changhe thought that everyone was in peace and that the night was passing by, he heard the sound of very slight footsteps, and someone stepped on the roof.
Zhao Changhe's hand quietly touched the handle of the knife again.
The atmosphere is silent and murderous intentions are hidden.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Damn it, it wasn't raining just now, why is this rain pouring all the way?"
"Avoid it first, and then worry about it."
Following the words, a large group of people pushed open the door and entered. The wind and rain outside followed the door, and the rain broke into the temple and made a loud splash.
A middle-aged man who looked like a leader glanced casually and saw three people sitting in the corners on both sides. He waved impatiently: "Our Cui family has reserved the venue here. Please come."
Cui Yuanyang almost choked to death with a mouthful of cake in his mouth. He looked at the group of people with wide eyes, trying to find familiar faces, but he couldn't find them.
But having said that, the Cui family's influence spread across the county. She didn't know everyone, so she couldn't tell whether these were the real Cui family. Subconsciously, she also felt...if so, it wouldn't be strange.
She glanced at Zhao Changhe carefully. Zhao Changhe slowly ate the last piece of cake, stuffed the wine gourd, and never spoke.
The young man in black opposite him didn't respond either.
The leader waited for a few seconds, and when he saw that several people were not moving, a sneer appeared on his face: "There are many people who refuse to drink a toast and are fined with wine. Send them away!"
As a result, no one in the group of subordinates went to trouble the young man in black. They all flocked to Cui Yuanyang: "Little girl, this is more revealing. It's wet and cold on a rainy night. Why don't you come and keep warm with your brothers? It's really violent to hang out with such a rough guy."
It’s a waste of time…”
Before he finished speaking, Cui Yuanyang unsheathed his long sword and his pretty face flushed with anger: "You, you know I am..."
"Oh! She has quite a temper." Someone had already reached out and touched her face: "This little red face is so cute."
"Whoa!" The sword flashed.
No one could see clearly when Zhao Changhe pulled out the knife. When the sound of the knife being unsheathed was heard, a severed hand had already flown up and blood was pouring out. It was only at this moment that the person who had his hand cut off realized the pain and held it in his arms.
Broken Arm screamed: "Kill him! Kill him!"
The moment the sword was unsheathed, the young man in black, who had been holding the sword with his eyes closed and motionless, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes like swords, staring at Zhao Changhe's hand without blinking.
Cui Yuanyang over there was so angry that he almost cried. He drew his sword and slashed wildly: "I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death!"
The little fool of the Cui family thought that it was a standard three-level entrance hall, and he had learned the most advanced swordsmanship. He chopped several of them over with these swords, and the leader over there suddenly turned pale: "The mountains in the distance are like dark blue.
, Cui family swordsmanship! You, you are..."
"You don't care who I am! I will chop you to death, you will pay for the reputation of my Cui family, and you will pay for the world I want! Wuwuwu..."
In the midst of the chaos, Zhao Changhe did not take action again. He held the handle of the knife tightly in his hand and even sweated out from holding it.
The pressure on him from the eyes of the young man in black was almost as strong as the blow from above where all the gods and Buddhas were scattered.
"Crash!" The roof suddenly cracked, and the wind and rain surged violently. A sword light mixed with the wind and rain came down instantly, and it reached Zhao Changhe's throat in the blink of an eye.
The visitor on the roof took advantage of the chaos to take action!
"Qiang!" The blood-red sword light struck into the wind and rain. Zhao Changhe had already prepared for the sword strike left for the young man in black, and decisively handed it to the gentleman in Liang Shang to take full advantage of it.
The sound of swords clashing was heard, and the visitor let out a muffled groan. Apparently, he did not expect that Zhao Changhe was so well prepared and had been waiting for him with all his strength. He suffered a big loss. But his figure did not stop.
With the power of Zhao Changhe's sword, he suddenly turned around and stabbed Cui Yuanyang in the back of the heart!
Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat.
I always thought that all kinds of murderous intentions were aimed at me, but it turned out that someone else’s real target was Cui Yuanyang!