At night, Li Changming found an ancient temple to be used as a residence tonight.

The ancient temple is dilapidated and looks deserted for a long time and is somewhat inhumane. The statues of Buddhist gods have fallen to the ground, but more of them have been destroyed and broken into stones. The ancient temple doesn't look big outside, but when Li Changming pulled the cart inside, it was a different scene.

The ancient temple covers a large area and is empty. The cold wind blows by, and the occasional sound of something making, Wang Si is so scared that he hides in the bamboo box and never dares to stick his head out again.

Li Changming helped Wang Yi out of the carriage and placed the quilt that Wang Yi had just lying under him. I don’t know where he found the straw near Wang Yi to keep warm.

Light some wood that didn't know who left in the ancient temple, but even so, Wang Si was still so cold that he shivered, and leaned towards Wang Yi desperately, grabbed the quilt and covered him.

Li Changming has internal strength to protect his body, so he is not so afraid of the cold. After everything is arranged, Li Changming picked up Wang Yi's embroidered spring sword and stood up, "I'll find some food, you can protect yourself."

Wang Yi slightly moved his body, looked at Li Changming, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you use my sword, and you have to use the embroidered spring sword?"

Li Changming pointed to the wooden sword behind him and left with a smile.

Wang Yi looked beside him, sat on the straw, turned the bamboo box upside down, and copied books as a desk, and gently touched her head, "You don't need to copy books today."

When Wang Si heard this, he shook his head and said nothing, but the brush in his hand did not stop moving. Seeing Wang Si like this, Wang Yi stopped forcing and took out a book from the bag beside him.

It was the book Jia Xu threw to Wang Yi on the Lingjiang River, the spring breeze he had improved himself.

With a cup of tea, Wang Yi finished watching Jia Xu's Spring Breeze Ferry. As before, the general practice method has not changed. Xiaofeng Breeze Sword Technique is still there, but only this move is the rest. The rest is the mental method of internal power operation, which is very mysterious to Wang Yi. Referring to the previous version of Li Chunfeng, Jia Xu's Spring Breeze Ferry is unique and simpler.

There is also a distinction in the book that was personally determined by Gu Kaizhi.

Both the third and two ranks were regularized by Gu Kaizhi and could not be called a master.

The first grade is the true freedom.

Green Mountain, Shinto, Grandmaster, Spring and Autumn.

These four realms are Gu Kaizhi's careful division of the first grade.

However, the specific reason for the naming is not recorded in the book, but there is a sentence that someone should have written it on purpose.

"In this life, if a person does not practice martial arts in spring and autumn, it will be useless to live, and if he dies, it will be useless to die."

This kind of words is naturally not written by a scholar like Jia Xu, but there is another sentence below, which seems to be answering.

"Let me go and ask the Duke Zhou after I get drunk."

Wang Yi smiled, put down the books, raised his head, and looked through the dilapidated roof over the ancient temple, looking at the starry sky in the sky, with stars. Wang Yi had seen such a scene in Chang'an City, in that valley, and in Youzhou.

It was just the first time in such an ancient temple. When Wang Yi was in a daze, Wang Si copied the book early, packed up his belongings, put them in a bamboo box, lay beside Wang Yi, and looked at the starry sky with Wang Yi.

Wang Si didn't think there was anything good about such a starry sky. It was just a few stars. In the early years, when he was bored in Dajiang Town, he kept staring at them. They were all his friends, and he even gave them names.

This is big black, and it is the least bright in the entire starry sky. No, now I am a scholar, so it should be dull! Wang Si patted his chest and looked at his master, and found that his master was not

If there is anything unusual, I will continue to look for the stars you are familiar with and those of your friends.

This is Lao Huang, hey, why did Lao Bai disappear today? It seems that he can't find it. It's really annoying.

As he thought about it, Wang Si leaned against Wang Yi and fell asleep. Wang Yi looked down at his apprentice, gently picked up the quilt and put it on Wang Si. He stood up, walked to the cart, and took out the blood-stained clothes from it.

Looking at his clothes, Wang Yi shook his head. This was made by Qin Keqing staying up late when he left Chang'an City. When he went back, he had no way to hand in the office.

When Wang Yi thought of this, he felt a little ache, but when he thought of saving the mother and daughter, he felt so happy when he thought about it.

He got up and put together several fallen stone statues and piled them up beside Wang Si, so he could shelter from wind and rain. After doing all this, Wang Yi looked at the sleeping Wang Si again, then slowly sat down and began to slowly develop internal strength according to what was recorded in the book.

After a Zhou Tian passed, Wang Yi opened his eyes. Although the injuries in his body improved a little, there was still some lack of direction in the internal strength.

Wang Yi has tried the Starlight incident, but just wanted to gather the Starlight and enter his body, the Starlight instantly dissipated and there was no trace again.

Everything was caused by the Bridge of Eternity, which caused Wang Yi to no longer practice Xinghui. However, although he had no idea about internal energy, healed a lot of injuries after a week of operation. He would not be able to speak, so he had to rest for a while.

After a while, Wang Yi, who was about to start the next Zhoutian, suddenly opened his eyes, squinted and looked at the door of the ancient temple.

The cold wind blew, and a figure appeared there and slowly walked into the ancient temple.

The person who came was thin, had a long beard, was wearing a yellow monk's robe, a Zen stick and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

He is a monk and a Buddhist.

The old monks bowed to Wang Yi politely and apologized: "Donor, can I stay for one night?"

Wang Yi looked at the old monk and did not answer. It was obviously not an easy thing for a monk to appear here at this time and in this weather.

“Where is the master?”

The old monk smiled and said, "From wherever you come."

Wang Yi smiled, "Go to where to go?"

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, "The donor has a deep wisdom."

Wang Yi pointed to the position opposite him, "Master, please sit down. This ancient temple is originally a masterless thing, and anyone can leave it."

The old monk smiled and turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, "The donor will be rewarded with kindness."

After saying that, he found a clean seat and sat down. He was far away from Wang Yi. When the cold wind blew, the old monk gently pulled his monk's robe.

Wang Yi looked at the old monk and felt a little reluctant. Such an old man was rushing on the road alone, and now he stayed overnight, and his clothes couldn't keep warm.

"Master, if you don't dislike it, come here, how about bonfires to keep warm?"

The old monk who was thinking about how to spend tonight was a little embarrassed when he heard Wang Yi's words, "Young Master will not worry that the old monk has any problems."

Wang Yi picked up a piece of wood from the ground and threw it into the bonfire. "Then you have to sit here and say no."

The old monk stood up and went opposite Wang Yi. He put the Zen stick in his hand on his legs and approached the bonfire. The old monk finally felt a hint of warmth in this cold winter. He walked along the way, deliberately avoiding those temples and searched for some places where no one was there to spend the night. Today it was a sudden snowfall. Before the old monk could enter the city, the sky became dark. He was helpless and walked for a long time before he found it.

After leaving the ancient temple like this, I didn’t expect that Wang Yi and others were still inside. Out of politeness, I had some conversations between the old monk and Wang Yi.

After sitting down, the old monk looked at Wang Si who was sleeping, looked at Wang Yi again, smiled at each other, and then became busy.

Chang'an City, Zhang's Mansion.

Zhang Zhongming did not go home early tonight. After wandering around the South City Gate, he was picked up by a carriage.

Inside the carriage was his father, Zhang Juzheng.

The person who drove the car was an old man who had been a housekeeper in the Zhang family for many years and had long retreated behind the scenes. The three of them sat in the same carriage and slowly drove towards a certain place in the city.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was a bit solemn. Zhang Juzheng just sat there. When Zhang Zhongming got in the car, he said that he would not go home today, so he would not talk or where he would go today, so why did he do this.

Zhang Zhongming didn't ask, just lifted up the curtain, looked at everything on the roadside through the window, and lay there casually.

The carriage walked through the streets and alleys and stopped near a yard.

Zhang Zhongming is very familiar with this place. There is a woman named Wang Yi, who lives in it. She is homophonic with Wang Yi, who became famous in Chang'an City some time ago.

He helped his father get off the carriage, Zhang Zhongming knocked on the door lightly at his father's instructions.

"Who?"

A crisp sound came from inside.

The door opened in response to the sound. A man in the form of a maid opened the door. When he saw Zhang Zhongming, he whispered, "Young Master."

Zhang Zhongming did not tease the maid who was sent over to serve his sister as usual, but said in a low voice: "Have she slept?"

The maid bent down and said, "Young master, the lady is still studying in the study and has not gone to bed."

"oh."

Zhang Zhongming turned around and said to his father: "Father, are you going in?"

Zhang Juzheng did not wear the official robe of the past, nor did he wear the clothes made by his wife on weekdays. His clothes were a little white, as if they had been washed many times, and it was also possible that they were left many years ago.

Zhang Juzheng said to the old housekeeper beside him: "Old Zhang, you are here for a while today, so let all the people who are following you leave."

The old butler didn't say anything, just nodded, and then walked towards the entrance of the alley. When Zhang Juzheng saw the old butler leave, he slowly walked towards the gate. When the maid saw his master coming here, he hurriedly knelt down.

"I've met the master."

Zhang Juzheng looked at the maid with a cold expression, "Get up, go and say to the lady, and say I'm here."

After saying that, he walked into the yard.

The maid responded, got up in panic, and ran inside.

Zhang Zhongming followed his father and walked in.

The yard is not big, and it is not much different from Zhang Zhongming's previous visit. It's just that there is an extra swing in the yard and some shelves for drying things. There is nothing on it. It seems that someone has put it away.

"How is your sister doing on weekdays?"

Zhang Zhongming grinned. His father was not asking questions knowingly. Zhang Zhongming didn't believe that the maid would not report everything about Wang Yi to his father, even if the maid was sent by him.

"It's okay, I just read and write every day, and I don't go out. At most, I stay at the gate for a while and don't go far."

Zhang Juzheng nodded, "When you are fine, come here more often later."

Zhang Zhongming said something unreasonable without any reason, "Dad, I can do this, but don't you think you are the one who should do this?"

After saying that, Zhang Zhongming regretted it and gave himself a mouth, but the sound was not very loud.
Chapter completed!