After being disliked by thousands of people, I was spoiled alone

The message talisman paper that was sent out did not come back for a long time, and it must have reached Mu Tongchen's hands smoothly.

Knowing that, he didn't worry about it, he and Rong Wen seemed to be trapped here.

Fortunately, there are few people around, they are hidden in the shadow of the trees, and they are located on a high ground, so they can have a panoramic view of people coming and going, and it is a good place to be alone and see the whole situation.

So neither of them showed signs of leaving.

At night, it is unavoidable to be a little cold, with the back against the river, and the water vapor soaking up, I am shivering slightly from the cold, and the tip of the nose and earlobes are red.

He is not a jade porcelain person who is afraid of bumps, but his six senses have been closed for 500 years and become extremely sharp, so it would be hard to bear the impact again.

He stomped his feet vigorously, trying to adapt, regretting not wearing more clothes.

Rong Wen seemed to have seen his appearance, tilted his head to think for a while, and asked, "Is it cold?"

Before he could reply, he took out a black cloak from somewhere, shook it off and put it on him.

The cloak was wide and long with a warm smell, covering him from head to toe, warming him up.

But he couldn't hold back on his face, he said awkwardly, "Why do you have everything?"

Rong Wen smiled slightly, and closed the cloak tightly for him, and his voice fell on top of his head, "I think it will be used, so I bring it just in case."

He looked at Rong Wen from head to toe, wondering, "Are you afraid of the cold?" He said as if to take off the cloak and return it to him.

Rong Wen quickly stopped his movements, and murmured: "That's not true."

Just such a sentence, he lowered his head and did not explain further. In the darkness, the light mottled through the tree shadows on his flushed cheeks, flickering on and off.

Knowing that he didn't notice the change in his expression, he was firmly attracted by a stall hanging hibiscus lanterns not far away, squinting his eyes for a moment, and asked, "Wait for me."

After speaking, go to the stall.

The stall sells wooden gadgets, and the stall owner is skillful, and the carved flowers, insects, birds and animals seem to be alive and cute.

With the hibiscus light on, he swept his eyes around, picked a little wooden fox in the farthest corner, and looked closely at the light.

The little fox is chubby, curled up into a ball for rest, with only a small head exposed, and two black stone eyes embedded in the eye sockets, which are more lively under the light.

He couldn't help laughing, thinking of Rong Wen's transformed black eyes, he paid the money and walked back.

Rong Wen rushed up to meet him, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Spreading his hands, he showed the little wooden fox to Rong Wen, and said, "It looks very cute, I bought it for you."

He was asked and cared for a lot along the way, and he always wanted to give him something to express his gratitude.

Rong Wen was taken aback for a moment, took the little fox with a happy smile and bright eyes, "I will definitely keep it safe.

"It's not a rare item, as long as you like it." He was bewitched by that smile, and for a moment he didn't dare to look directly at him, so he could only lower his eyes.

Rong Wen put the little fox away carefully, and said in a cheerful and serious tone, "It's a leaf picked by the side of the road, and I like it too."

He was suddenly a little afraid to ask questions, and he was even more afraid to look at him, and even less dare to answer his words, so he mumbled over and said, "I'll go ahead and have a look."

Rong Wen quickly followed him, the night was cold, and those who were afraid of the cold had already returned to the boat, and the number of people on the bank was reduced by half, and walking side by side did not feel crowded.

There are sporadic people on the side of the road, standing in front of the paving to choose goods, or gossiping in twos and threes, the only thing in common is that everyone is smiling.

The two walked slowly.Knowing that he hadn't seen this kind of scenery in front of him for many years, he watched the journey carefully and sighed, "I haven't seen such a scene of prosperity and stability for many years. Emperor Dacheng is indeed a wise king."

When he was young, wars broke out everywhere, starvation was everywhere, and even the wild wolves in the mountains were skinny and skinny. The sight in front of him inevitably moved him.

His eyes flickered under the light, and then he used these twinkling eyes to look at each scene carefully, trying to draw them in his heart.

But Rong Wen has long been used to walking around the world without being surprised.

He had a smile on his face, warm and warm, making people feel like a spring breeze in the cold night, and his voice was even more like a spring breeze, "I don't see this one at the moment, but the founding emperor Cheng Ying who is related to Lord Ling Xing is indeed worthy of it." These two words."

"How do you say that?" He wondered.

At this time, there was a rare trace of awe in Rong Wen's eyes, and he asked him, "Master, have you heard about the martyrdom of the sage who heard the Tao in the past?"

He paused and replied, "It's natural."

It is said that the sage is the Lord of the Gods who personally appointed him as the evil god.

In those days, the rituals and music in the world collapsed, the country was not the country, the king was not the king, and the heavens sent disasters to the world, and there were severe droughts and floods.Later, a sage came to the world, and with his [-] disciples, he saved all the people from the water and fire, preached with flesh and blood to influence the world, and opened up a new heaven. The gods called him the ancestor god, and the world called him the sage who heard the Tao.

Later, the ancestor god was martyred in the Great Forgotten Mountain, and his body turned into everything in the world. There were only two eighteen disciples, one was Liang Sui, the current king of the East Mansion, and the other was Yunxie, the king of the West Mansion.

Mu Tongchen, Lord Snow God, was originally a flower that was watered by the blood of the ancestor gods back then. Only by chance, he cultivated into a true fruit.

"At that time, the ancestor god was martyred with his body, and his body and skin turned into all things in the world, but he left behind a wisp of soul, which was renamed "Taoist with Compassion", and traveled around the world. Afterwards, a bamboo mat was placed under the tree on the top of Dawang Mountain, The wind and rain do not move, solve people's confusion, and discuss the way with a hundred schools of thought."

Rong Wen looked in the direction of the Great Forgotten Mountain, and continued: "Two years after Yueyan destroyed the country, Cheng Ying was a teacher of Taoist Tongbei, learning the way of the emperor and the art of using soldiers, and only then did he achieve his current great success."

Hearing this, he couldn't help being surprised, but seeing Rong Wen's expression, he really didn't look like he was joking, and said, "I've been ascending for more than 1000 years, and this is the first time I've heard of this."

Not only him, but even the two direct disciples of the ancestor god may not know this secret.

Rong Wen smiled, and said lightly: "I also happened to be favored by a fellow Taoist, so I can honor him as a teacher."

"Ancestor God is your teacher? Chengying is your fellow student?" He was stunned, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

Rong Wen nodded and shook his head with a smile, paused for a while and said, "Teacher is just a remnant soul of the ancestor god, not the ancestor god himself, but Chengying is indeed half of my junior brother."

Knowing that he was suddenly shocked and speechless, the corners of his mouth twitched stiffly.

No wonder Rong Wen knew so much about the past of Dacheng Kingdom, the founding emperor was his fellow apprentice, how could he not understand?

He stroked his thoughts, and asked again: "Do you know where the revered master is now?"

Rong Wen's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his expression became gloomy. Although it was hardly noticeable, he saw it in his eyes without missing a beat.

He reacted as if he had asked something that shouldn't be asked, which aroused the sadness of the fox cub, and wanted to apologize, but when he said something secretly, Rong Wen had already returned to normal.

He said: "Teacher died together with Cheng Ying 200 years ago. The ancestor god was martyred for more than 2000 years, and fewer and fewer people remember him. The teacher's remnant soul is difficult to maintain without incense. It's the limit."

Knowing that the breath is stagnant, there are mixed feelings in my heart.Rong Wen didn't see anything on his expression, but he must be feeling very uncomfortable.

He cursed himself secretly, lowered his head slightly, "Sorry."

"What are you doing, my lord? It's not your fault." Rong Wen looked at him for a long while, then smiled, bent his head to look at Ming Zhi, his voice was soaked in water, and his breath was hot on him By the ear, he was startled, took a few steps back and looked around, but fortunately there were few pedestrians and the lights were dim, probably no one saw him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Rong Wen didn't seem to notice it, and leaned over again, asking him with a half-smile, "What's wrong?"

Raising his hand and rubbing his red earlobes, he sighed in his heart that the weather was so cold, he smiled twice to cover up his actions just now.

Afraid that Rong Wen would see the clue, he hurriedly said: "It's all right, it's just that the weather is a bit cold."

"Then hurry back to the boat, and see that the Lantern Festival is coming to an end soon." Rong Wen closed his eyes calmly and said.

The Lantern Festival is indeed coming to an end, and now there are only a few couples of men and women who look like a private meeting in Jiang'an, where there were only half of the people, and they are chatting with each other under the shade of trees.Most of the pavements were also missing, and the river bank became quiet for a while.

He nodded, and silently began to think about the matter of the teacher's lawsuit in his heart, a little dazed.

Suddenly a gust of wind rustled the leaves, his train of thought was interrupted, and he couldn't help shivering.

But the wind stopped again, and after a moment of silence, there was a commotion on the other side of the boat accompanied by the "plop" sound of something falling into the water, followed by noisy and hoarse shouts, followed by a dead silence.

Frowning and looking towards the boat, he sniffled and smelled an inexplicable smell in the air, and couldn't help but frown even tighter.

Rong Wen also felt the bad wind.The two immediately rushed towards the boat at the same time.

A large group of people gathered at the bow of Xinger [-], but there was a large space in the middle, no one dared to approach, as if there was something terrible there.

Knowing that he was suspicious and looking through the gap between people, he could only see a white sleeve in the open space, a piece of white slender fingertips slightly exposed on the cuff, and a distinct female hand.

With just one glance, he sensed that something was wrong, so he frowned and stepped forward to separate from the crowd and squeeze in.

Seeing the situation in the open space clearly, he couldn't help taking a breath.Lying on the open space was a female corpse, with white clothes and black hair, bare feet, twisted limbs, and a few strings of silver bells on her wrists, which shone cruelly and silently in the moonlight.

The woman's black hair was messy like weeds, her lips were pale, her eyes were completely cracked, and her face was twisted and hideous.He recognized her as the woman who danced during the day.

Rong Wen also recognized her, his expression didn't change, he squatted down to check.

Sitting in front of the dead body was a stocky big man, like a drowned rat, his hair was dripping with drops of water, but he was not afraid of the cold in the cold winter months, sitting on the ground blankly, his face pale and showing fear.

Knowingly, he pressed the twitching temples, picked up the big man and walked out of the crowd.

Rong Wen got up and followed him.

The big man was grabbed by the collar, he regained his senses under the breathlessness, struggled and backed away again and again.Staring fixedly at Mingzhi and Rongwen, his pale face revealed some doubts and fears, his voice was a little louder as if boldly,

"Who are you? What are you going to do?!"

Knowing that his eyes signaled Rong Wen, seeing that Rong Wen had set up a restraint, he eased his expression and said concisely: "What's the matter with that female corpse?"

The big man saw Rong Wen raising his hand to cast a spell, and the people around them didn't seem to hear them talking. He knew in his heart that the two people in front of him were not ordinary people.

"It's none of my business, it's none of my business... I just saw someone fall into the water, so I jumped in to fish for it. How could I want to fish out a corpse... I didn't kill it, it wasn't me."

After finishing speaking, the big man sobbed, stared blankly at his hands, and repeated the phrase "it's none of my business" over and over again.