Zhang Xuan was a little troubled. It took him at least half an hour to move the land for more than a hundred miles with his ability to move and shrink.

He also wanted to learn the magic of flying against the wind, but this magic is no longer an ordinary magic, and it is naturally not recorded in the Book of Heaven and Man.

The most important thing is that he doesn't recognize the way back!

The Weishui River was as calm as usual, and Zhang Xuan no longer expected the black dragon to suddenly emerge from the bottom of the water and send him back.

"Maybe the black dragon's affairs are not finished yet." Zhang Xuan has never liked to take the initiative to trouble others.

"Since that's the case, then go and ask for directions."

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan silently recited the magic tricks, used the method of moving and shrinking the ground, and walked forward with great strides.

Gradually, the sky became darker and stranger around it. From time to time, several long beast roars came from afar, which made Zhang Xuan feel a little chilled.

Now during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, there are really beasts in the countryside! Forget about the beasts, I am afraid that they will encounter strange souls, ghosts, and monsters again...

Moreover, the spells recorded in the Book of Heaven and Man did not have any aggressive spells. The spells Zhang Xuan learned now were only the method of moving and shrinking the ground and avoiding water.

He was upset. Why did Yaoguang refuse at that time? With Yaoguang's protection, he would not be as frightened as he is now.

I watched and walked, but I don’t know how long it took, and it was completely dark.

Just then, suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and it started raining in the sky again.

Although Zhang Xuan knew the water-avoiding technique, the sky was already dark, and he was so headless and flies like a flies. I don’t know when he would be able to return to the Shouyang Mountain courtyard.

"Let's find a place to rest first. When it's dawn, find a farmer to ask for directions." Zhang Xuan made up his mind, and then picked up the water-avoiding technique and walked forward slowly.

The rain fell, but it could not be close to you at all.

As we walked, a scattered fire light slowly jumped in front of our eyes.

"Someone?"

When he walked towards the fire, Zhang Xuan came to the front of him and found that the fire was emitted from a broken temple.

After walking in, there were spider webs everywhere in the dilapidated temple. The statue opposite the door had long been smashed. I don’t know which god was originally worshipped.

In the center, a pile of firewood was burning, and the fire was emitted from here.

"Where are people?"

Zhang Xuan was a little curious. Looking at the pile of firewood in front of him, someone must have been here, but now he doesn't know where he is going.

"Has the people passing by just left?"

At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier outside the door. Zhang Xuan walked to the door and looked out. He saw that it was already raining heavily outside. Not far from the temple gate, it was actually a small river.

"It's so heavy rain, so miserable that I've walked away!"

Zhang Xuan shook his head, turned around and returned to the dilapidated temple, sorted out a clean place in the corner, laid hay, and sat down.

He took out the "Tianjing Lu" he was holding by his side in his arms, and watched it quietly with the faint light of fire.

Although the fire was dark, Zhang Xuan's eyes were clear at this moment, and he looked at the pages as if it was daylight.

Outside the temple, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, from far to near, a loud noise came.

“It’s great, there’s a temple here.”

"Hu... I finally found a shelter from the rain. Go quickly and go quickly..."

After a loud noise, three pedestrians wearing straw raincoats and hats ran into the dilapidated temple.

“It rained so hard.”

"Yes, fortunately, I encountered this dilapidated temple... Master, are you okay?"

Among the three, one was carrying a load, with two wooden boxes on both sides of the load, and the other was carrying a knife around his waist. In the end, the man didn't take anything.

The three of them entered the temple and quickly took off their straw raincoats ticked with rain, and put them at the entrance of the temple.

The water from the straw raincoat flowed down and instantly wet the ground.

"There is still a fire, it's great! Master, sit down quickly." The person holding a knife at his waist said happily, and then helped the person next to him sit in front of the fire with his empty hand.

He helped the man sit down, and the man with a knife stood respectfully and the man carrying the load.

"Wang Er, A Niu, you two should sit down and roast the fire." The man sitting in front of the fire waved his hand quickly.

"This..." the two of them hesitated a little.

"Don't be restrained, just sit down."

The two looked at each other and bowed to the person sitting, "Thank you, Master." Then they sat down from a distance.

The three of them surrounded the middle and kept filling the fire with firewood. It seemed that they didn't see Zhang Xuan sitting in the shadows reading a book at all.

Zhang Xuan noticed these three people at the first time.

Sitting in the center, I looked like I was about forty years old, with a long chin, a square scarf, a long gown, and a scholar.

The one with a knife beside her, with thick eyebrows and angrily eyes, and a burly and strong body. She is obviously a trainee.

Another, wearing coarse cloth clothes, was only 20 or 30 years old, and he looked like a servant, book boy, or something like that.

In the fire, firewood burned freely, making crackling sounds.

The three of them chatted in front of the fire while baking clothes wet by the rain.

Seeing that he was just an ordinary passerby and didn't want to cause any trouble, Zhang Xuan still held the book "Tianjing Lu" and watched quietly.

Gradually, outside the dilapidated temple, the rain gradually stopped, leaving only the wet air quietly blowing by the breeze.

Everything was quiet, and sleepiness gradually came. The servant wearing coarse cloth couldn't help but yawn.

"Although the rain has stopped, I'm afraid I'm going to live here tonight." The middle-aged man said, looking out the door.

"Yes, Master, I missed the inn tonight and I'm afraid I can only stay here for a night." The servant hurriedly answered, "If you are sleepy, I'll find some straw for you to lay it on. Master will rest first."

While the two were talking, suddenly, rustling footsteps came from outside the originally quiet ruined temple.

The strong man with a long knife on his waist frowned, pressed his hand to the long knife on his waist, and looked out vigilantly.

At this time, a touch of white stood at the entrance of the temple. It turned out to be a girl in white.

The girl has a beautiful eyebrows, big eyes, and looks very handsome. She looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she is carrying a bamboo basket on her hand.

Seeing that it was a woman, the strong man put down the long knife holding it at his waist.

When the girl saw the three people in the dilapidated temple, she didn't recognize her life and stepped in one step.

The strong man stood up and stood in front of him, "Girl, where are you from? Why haven't you come home so late?"

The girl smiled softly and said, "Are you hungry, are you? I'm here to deliver food to you."

"Send food?" The strong man was even more strange. "Where did people come from this wilderness ridge? And how did you know that the three of us are here? We are here to deliver food?"

Looking at the girl in front of me, my heart suddenly felt confused.

"Is it a demon?" The strong man thought of the ancient legend, and immediately held the long sword at his waist again and looked at the girl in front of him vigilantly.
Chapter completed!