When Zhou Mo came back from buying the food, Yuanxing and Fang Qiwu were tasting tea. He thought he had prepared enough for this trip, and brought all the silver he spent, clothes that kept warm and moisture-proof sleeping bags and tents.

But in addition to the umbrella hammock and fur, Fang Qiwu also prepared a set of copper tea sets and soup pots, so that he could drink hot soup anytime and anywhere. What is rare is that these things are tied up as their backpack, and they don’t look heavy. Even Zhou Mo was prepared a set of fur as a quilt, which was carried by himself on weekdays, and I have to admire the experience of the old world.

The supper was still the same today. Yuanxing drank tea and watched the other two eat and drink, and occasionally he could chat with each other for a few words.

Just as the dinner was about to end, Fang Qiwu glanced outside the dilapidated temple and suddenly sneered: "I will keep watching tonight. Go to bed quickly and get up early tomorrow and leave here."

Among the three, she has the highest martial arts skills and rich experience in the world, so she naturally has the most say. She obviously discovered something when she said this. Although Yuanxing and the other two felt uneasy, they had to do it honestly.

Zhou Mo didn't care, he was just an ordinary person, with a tall man holding on to him when the sky fell, and he was tired from the journey, so he snored like thunder soon.

If you are in a state of mind, you cannot enter into a state of meditation, so you simply spread your sleeping bag as a mattress and lie down facing the temple gate, but you will toss and turn that night.

Fang Qiwu was meditating by the bonfire, motionless.

Unexpectedly, the night was stable and there was no expected night attack.

Just as a trace of morning light came in, Fang Qiwu turned off the bonfire, walked to Yuanxing and kicked it, and ordered: "Get up and guard."

Yuan Xing beat a carp and fucked the stick beside him. His movements were quick and he seemed to have not fallen asleep.

"Look at your timidity." Fang Qiwu sneered, then hummed a little tune, and walked out with one hand and shook the whisk on his back.

The little Bai Yuanxing of the Jianghu naturally could not be so arbitrary. He could only stand at the temple gate with a stick, staring at the outside, but unfortunately the surroundings were very quiet, and he could only vaguely hear the sound of some objects falling to the ground.

After waiting for less than half an hour, Fang Qiwu's figure appeared again. She was still in the posture of leaving, and she actually yawned when she came in.

Yuan Xing quickly stepped forward and asked, "Who are these people? The Taoist priest's enemy?" As soon as he arrived in the Song Dynasty, someone followed him, and it must have been for Zhou Mo and himself.

"If the enemy is only at this level, I will be happy." Fang Qiwu waved his hand and said softly: "I just hit a few small fish that were asking for information, and I was knocked out casually."

Awesome, Yuan Xing praised secretly, but was a little confused: "Will you be alert to the enemy if you do this?"

"If you don't be surprised, how can you know if there are worms or ants lying in the grass?" Fang Qiwu said with his eyelids and called Zhou Mo again: "Pack up and continue going south, go to the river to find a boat for breakfast."

"Ah? Don't you change the route?"

Fang Qiwu looked at him and said seriously: "You will know after a long time that there are many heroes in this world, there are more snakes, insects, rats and ants. Where can we hide with such an obvious goal?" After a pause, he said lightly: "I want some people to know that I am back."

"..." Could this be the legendary master of art and courage?

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The life of Yuanxing was generally smooth sailing. His student days were simple and happy. His biggest sorrow was just study. After graduation, he became a freelance writer. He stayed at home on weekdays and rarely had deep contact with outsiders. The so-called darkness in the world that he saw only exists on the Internet, and there were always fewer concepts in his mind. After becoming a monk, he had been in a temple for more than ten years, and he met even fewer people. Therefore, he knew that there must be evil people in this world, but he could not portray the bad people at all. In the eyes of others, it was a bit unreasonable.

The master often praises his peaceful and intelligent life, but he always adds a sentence "simple, open-minded and open-minded" to the end, which is most suitable for the life of a monk who is indifferent to the world. On the contrary, the eldest brother, who walks a lot outside, is always worried that his junior brother will suffer losses outside. In the next few years, he always talks about the dangers of people's hearts in the world, but he has not experienced it personally, and is mostly just a wind in his ears.

Yuan Xing would never dare to say that his five aggregates are empty and six dusts are spotless, but he could barely be called a firm Zen mind. But he didn't know that this journey to the south would almost break the precepts and have a murderous intent in his heart for the first time...

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The three of them found a boat on the north stream of the Yellow River and went upstream. A few days later, they got off the boat at Hengshui City, Jizhou. After entering the city, they found an inn to stay.

A hot meal and a hot bath finally washed away the fatigue of running around for days. Yuan Xing's mind was actually even more tired, and he had no choice but to be nervous. Along the way, he always suspected that there was a tail following him, and he looked at the two sides from time to time on the boat, laughing at Fang Qiwu many times.

After a day of rectification, the original plan was to continue looking for a boat to go south, but Fang Qiwu suggested taking a good walk here.

It is said that the officials in the Song Dynasty were in charge of governing places. This place is much more lively and prosperous than the towns seen in the Khitan. Although Yuanxing is half an ancient man, he has been in the temple for more than ten years and is even more blind when traveling around. This time he truly realized the appearance of ancient Chinese towns, let alone Zhou Mo who was a new arrival.

Seeing that they were happily shopping, Fang Qiwu said, "How many days will we fix it here?"

"It's not right! It's almost time for Bianjing." Yuan Xing hesitated a little. Who doesn't want to take a sneak peek at Bianliang on the River During the Qingming Festival, let alone the unknown troubles are still in the moment.

"It's not bad for the past few days." Fang Qiwu smiled, pointed at Zhou Mo, and said to Yuanxing: "We don't have to worry, but Xiao Zhou is exhausted."

Zhou Mo nodded quickly, he was actually holding on for a while.

Yuan Xing scratched his bald head. He was not as careful as Master Fang, but Zhou Mo didn't know how to do it.

"What should I do with the snake?" he said.

"If the soldiers come and generals come and block the water, they come and cover the soil. I am not the only enemy in the Central Plains." Master Fang said coldly.

"Then how many days will we stay?" Yuan Xing asked.

“Wait for the rain to stop.”

"Rain?" Yuan Xing looked up. The sunshine at noon in early spring was warm and gentle, and the sky was cloudless. Where did it mean that it rained?

But he was wrong. That night, Hengshui City really ushered in its first spring rain this year.

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The next day, the rain was still hitting the eaves, the inn courtyard was filled with water, and the distant world and mountains became blurred.

"I hate rain." Yuanxing said in a depressed manner. He has never liked rain since he was a child. He became annoying after becoming bald, especially when he didn't have an umbrella.

Zhou Mo yawned and stretched comfortably: "How could Master Fang know that it was raining? Can he really calculate it?"

Yes. Yuan Xing's eyes lit up. Is it really a Taoist supernatural power? This requires insight.

"What a shitty magical power, I think this is rheumatism." When I saw Fang Qiwu, the other party curled himself in a chair, and he had no energy on his usual days. He held a bowl of hot soup in his hand and drank it sipped in one bite, making him lazy.

After hearing the two of them asked, they cursed in anger, and then muttered: "I don't pay attention when I was young, but I'm in old age and I'm in trouble..."
Chapter completed!