Ning Caichen walked with everyone on the road to Lanruo Temple, unaware that he had been labeled with a green hat in advance in the hearts of the reincarnations.
"Master Ning, I wonder who that person just now was..."
His steps were hurried, and Lin Zhan deliberately stepped forward to get close to him.
Different from the plots in movies and novels, the real world will never have just a few protagonists and supporting characters that fit the main plot line, but will often be composed of countless ordinary individuals.
Ignoring any detail will become a fatal flaw at a critical moment.
So don't underestimate every small character. This is the valuable experience that the reincarnations have learned from the lessons of blood and tears.
"You're talking about Brother Wang. He is a classmate I met when I was studying in the academy. Seeing that autumn was approaching, he came to my home and asked me to go to Fucheng together to take the exam."
Ning Caichen didn't seem to doubt that he was there, and he said all the words he had made up in advance.
"It turns out that he is still a scholar. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."
With compliments on his lips, Lin Zhan looked quite envious.
In the world of Liaozhai, literature is valued more than martial arts, and scholars have a high status, especially those who have achieved academic fame and have already grasped the first invitation to the court.
With their current status, escorts who live by licking blood from their swords, it is normal to be envious and awe-inspiring.
"Brother Wang is a great talent. If nothing else happens, he will definitely have a place in the results of the hometown examination this time."
Ning Caichen opened his eyes and continued to talk nonsense seriously.
"Then it's time to call him the Master of Juren. He talks and laughs about Confucianism and refuses to bow to officials. It's really admirable! But I see that Mr. Ning is quick in thinking, and I think he will definitely get what he wants by then."
Pretending to be exclamated, Lin Zhan couldn't hide the sigh in his tone, but after speaking, he gently patted Ning Caichen's ass.
Everyone was carrying the sedan chair, and as expected, after hearing his words, Ning Caichen's face looked much better than when he first went out, and there was even a gentle smile on his face.
"Then I accept your good advice. By the way, I vaguely remember that when you came here, there seemed to be more people than now. Where are the others?"
Pretending to be casual, Ning Caichen glanced at a group of reincarnations who were on their way, and Ning Caichen suddenly exclaimed.
"He...oh, Mr. Ning is talking about Xiaomei and Li Gan. We were afraid that this trip would never come back, so we asked them to go back first. At least we left two seeds for the Escort Bureau to avoid breaking the inheritance.
"
"Mr. Ning, if you want to blame, blame me. It was my idea. I will definitely come to apologize in person afterwards."
Lin Zhan laughed dryly, but seeing that he couldn't hide it after all, he acted like one person was doing things for the other, and he stumbled and lowered his head to play coy.
After all, it doesn't make sense emotionally or rationally for you to ask others to risk their lives to help you get the boomerang, while you keep some of your own people to preserve your strength. Ning Caichen was just out of temper if he didn't throw up his sleeves and leave on the spot.
But as long as they can hide their true whereabouts, it's worth it even if their favorability plummets, not to mention that they never had any intention of letting Ning Caichen go.
"That's it...it's human nature."
Ning Caichen replied quietly, with a slight smile still on his face, but after all, it still made people feel unswerving.
"Mr. Ning, your lord has a lot, your lord has a lot."
Lin Zhan smiled flatteringly, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Ning Caichen showed the humility of a little person.
However, the strange thing is that Ning Caichen obviously no longer cares about it and has settled a matter on his mind. He should let go of the big stone in his heart.
But it seemed that there was always a bad premonition lingering in his mind.
What went wrong?
Two steps behind, in the shadow where Ning Caichen could not see, Lin Zhan gradually faded the smile on his face.
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Because it was early in the morning for the visit, the sun would not climb up to Tianxin until the foot of Lanruo Temple.
Ning Caichen seemed to have forgotten his previous constancy, and after thinking for a while, Ning Caichen said to the people behind him.
"It's noon, the time of day when the Yang energy is at its strongest. If you enter the temple now, your chances of survival may be a little better. You will make a quick decision later."
After saying that, Ning Caichen was about to climb up the mountain.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Ning!"
Lin Zhan suddenly stopped him for some reason.
"Um?"
Ning Caichen turned around, with some doubts in his eyes.
"I'm sorry to trouble Mr. Ning for putting himself in danger. Mr. Ning might as well walk among us later so that he can play a protective role. You are the Wenqu star in the sky who has come to this world. How dare we let you take the risk and go ahead."
Lin Zhan had the attitude that I am doing my best for you.
You still can't tell that the other party's move was to imprison him so that he wouldn't have any accidents and he could easily escape alone.
"You have good intentions. If you encounter danger, I will rescue you as soon as possible."
Ning Caichen seemed to have accepted the other party's kindness. Although he didn't say anything, his steps stopped.
"No, no, I'm already in trouble for Mr. Ning. Even if we risk our lives, we can't let Mr. Ning be in danger."
Lin Zhan replied politely.
Ning Caichen walked into the crowd and said nothing.
Occasionally, my fingers inadvertently touched the purple gold alms bowl that had been kept close to me in my sleeve, and an inaudible smile appeared on my face, and it disappeared in an instant.
After entering the mountain and walking a few miles, a dilapidated and lonely ancient temple came into view.
On half of the door plaque covered with cobwebs, the word "LANRUO" can barely be recognized. As for the remaining blank piece, it is unknown where it has been lost in the wasted years.
The door was vaguely half-opened, and there were blood stains and scattered dead branches and vines all over the place, which invisibly allowed Lin Zhan's words to be justified.
Thinking that it was the Lord God's help in arranging the identity, and no need to explain the previous lies, all the reincarnations were relieved.
"It seems that the tree demon was really seriously injured. It didn't even stop him at all when he came all the way."
Picking up a piece of tree vine from the ground, Ning Caichen's tense nerves suddenly relaxed a lot, and he pretended to analyze it to everyone in a logical manner.
"But the more this happens, the more careful you must be. He must be in urgent need of a lot of blood food to recover from his injuries. You move faster, grab the things and... wait, who is inside?!"
Just as he was talking, Ning Caichen's expression suddenly changed, he breathed out his breath into a sword, and shot straight towards the wide open temple door.
Ding~
There was just a crisp sound, and Ning Caichen's sword was suddenly knocked away. A tall swordsman carrying a wine gourd slowly walked out of the door.
"You, a poor scholar, do have some skills, but this place is full of weirdness, which is not something you can do with your meager skills. You'd better get out of here quickly."
The swordsman slowly put the three-foot green blade back into his sword pouch and drove him away unceremoniously.
"We are the bodyguards of the Weiyuan Escort Agency in Linhai Prefecture. We just want to retrieve the belongings left in the temple and leave after moving them. I wonder who you are?"
Lin Zhan took a step forward, cupped his fists and said respectfully.
The opponent's blood was as strong as mercury and his swordsmanship was extraordinary. He was obviously a living person. Furthermore, when Tang Jue appeared in Lanruo Temple, not only Lin Zhan, but also almost all the reincarnators had preconceived guesses.
"A certain Yan Chixia is just a wandering swordsman."
But I saw the tall and strong man leaning lazily against the door, with the gourd in his hand hanging over the top. In a moment, the wine tilted like a line and fell into his mouth. He was full of pride and comfort, and he was like a drunken fairy.