Is the little monk enlightened today?

Sikong Lianwu and Bing Jiang stayed in Bafangfengyu temporarily for one night. When he heard the news, Guardian Zuo was so anxious that he almost jumped up: "There is no room for them, and my home is so close, so I can go back and arrive at night, okay?! "

"Guardian Zuo, your face looks like a shrimp cooked yesterday." You Fan took a step back after speaking.

"Fuck you!" Protector Zuo was agitated for a while, but he calmed down after a while, and asked, "Where's Lao Luo? Let him send Sikong and Bing Jiang back."

"Ah? But the one who keeps them is the Right Protector!"

"..."

Zuo Hufa rushed out in a "scratch" manner, and You Fan hurriedly followed when he saw something bad happened, and ran into two people walking towards him just as he was going out.

Lianwu spoke first: "Xiaoyan, long time no see."

"What did you call me!?" Zuo Hufa, who was about to explode at any moment, rolled up his sleeves, thanks to You Fan's sharp eyesight and quick hands, he hurriedly hugged him.

Bing Jiang became unhappy: "Lin Yan, why are you still clucking like a hen?"

"...I'll peck you to death in a moment!" Zuo Hufa threatened viciously.

"We will leave tomorrow, but the rain came a little suddenly."

Zuo Hufa really wanted to say something - you are not afraid of swords and swords in the rivers and lakes, can this rain still poke a hole in you?But he wasn't really unreasonable, so he asked You Fan to take them to the guest room, and gave a few special instructions before leaving.

You Fan took them to the guest room according to Guardian Zuo's intention, it was the place where he used to live, and now it has been tidied up very clean.

"The two teachers mainly call out if they have any orders, and the sister next door will come over when they hear it."

"Just one room?" Bing Jiang asked.

"Yes, Guardian Zuo said that the other rooms are preparing for the martial arts conference, and there is only one room for you to stay in for the time being. I am wronged."

Where did Bing Jiang feel aggrieved? He really won the hearts of the people, okay? "This hen has finally done something I like."

"Don't talk nonsense, if Xiaoyan hears it, it won't stop again."

Sikong Lianwu's voice sounds soft and soft, with a special temperament, which makes people very comfortable. Bing Jiang likes this kind of thing very much. He pressed his shoulder dog-leggedly and said: "I will listen to you."

You Fan was a little surprised by the contrast of the leader of Bingjiang, but he didn't think much about it. He turned around and was about to leave. When he raised his foot, he couldn't help asking: "The leader of Sikong..."

Lian Wu met his eyes, then smiled: "What's wrong?"

"... See you tomorrow." You Fan swallowed what he wanted to ask, and walked away awkwardly.

Bing Jiang almost ran over to beat someone up, but how dare he molested him in front of me? !

You Fan walked back to his room and lay on the bed, remembering what the leader Sikong said in the afternoon.

"Recently there have been more and more rumors about the Fuyun Zheng. I think you know better than me?" Lian Wu said, "A while ago I heard that you came back with a whole body wounded, and you are looking for this century-old legend again. A sword?"

You Fan didn't expect to hear the news about Fuyun Zheng from them, so he quickly pricked up his ears to listen carefully, for fear of missing a certain detail.

Yu Gui's complexion turned sour all of a sudden, he said calmly: "It's not that I haven't been there before, I didn't expect that I was negligent this time."

You Fan was surprised again, it turned out that he was injured because of Fu Yunzheng?No, according to the tone of the leader, does he have any connection with Fu Yunzheng?

Bing Jiang took a sip of tea and said: "The martial arts conference is coming soon, someone will definitely make a big fuss about Fuyun Zheng, and the disasters that will be caused in the future are far beyond our imagination."

"So besides telling you about this, we came here to beware of people from the imperial court."

The teacher's face became even uglier.

"What they want is not Fuyun Zheng, it may be the accompanying sword manual."

"..."

Isn't this bullshit?Most of the courtiers are civil servants, they are slick with pens, but they are fools with swords!

"There is no rumor about the specific effect for the time being, and it will not be wrong to take more precautions."

What they said was not very comprehensive, and only those who understood could understand what they said. This caused You Fan to toss and turn and couldn't fall asleep. He woke up several times just in the night toilet. up.

The morning after the rain was wet, and there was no one who got up. He washed up and ran out. He was able to visit this big Jiangnan unannounced, and made up his mind to wake up earlier than others in the future. .

The morning market has just opened, the white bread has just been put on the stove, the fried dough sticks are clad in golden crispy clothes, the soy milk is clattering out of the stone mill, and the tempting aroma is wafting from every breakfast stand.

You Fan took the steamed buns and drank soy milk. After coming to the Central Plains, he ate sweet steamed buns for the first time. In the past, salt was put in temples, but the sweet steamed buns were quite delicious, with a bit of chewiness.

"Boss, I want to ask you something." Learning from experience, You Fanjue changed his questioning method, "Who in our city of Hangzhou is the most well-informed?"

The boss raised his head and thought for a while, then said, "Your brother is from another place, right?"

You Fan nodded honestly.

"If you want to inquire about people or things, you can go to the brothers of the beggar gang. Some of their gossip is the fastest to know."

"Where do they live? I'm going over now."

"Usually you can see it under the overpass, it's a geomantic treasure of the beggar gang."

You Fan thanked the vendor owner and headed towards the overpass.After arriving there, I realized who the so-called "beggar gang" refers to. They turned out to be beggars who make a living by begging.Seeing their pity, the kind little monk put the rest of the money into their bowls.