Chapter 220 Six people and the old man

It's winter time again, and the sky is dark, as if it's going to snow.

Zhao Sheng was walking on a mountain outside Jicheng City. Seeing that the night was getting darker, he wanted to find a place to stay.

The snow has fallen, and the yellow and fallen leaves are dyed white.

The snow is falling heavier and heavier, and the sky is filled with alstroemeria flowers flying everywhere, covering human eyes.

In just a few quarters of an hour, the mountain was covered with a thick layer of snow, like a silver coat.

The cold wind roared, and Zhao Sheng walked quickly without leaving a trace on the snow.

It happens that there is a dilapidated temple on the mountain, which is a good place for people to rest.

Zhao Sheng pushed open the temple door, only to hear a few clicks coming from inside, and the door latch actually broke.

It’s probably been a long time since anyone came here.

The heavy snow poured in, blowing away years of decayed dust inside, and also brought a deep chill.

The two people who came here are both complicated, they are ordinary martial artists, and they should not have innate cultivation skills.

The man scolded.

Zhao Sheng's expression changed, and when he looked up, he saw that the person who came was a strong, short man with a sinewy face and violent eyes.

The man said to the man hotly.

The old man in yellow suddenly turned around and asked.

I finally coughed again, and the sickly blush disappeared from my pale face.

The man clapped his hands and smiled.

The man breathed out the orchid again, his voice was gentle and charming.

The temple where only Zhao Sheng was originally present is now missing a few people, but the bad image is not much less than usual.

"You don't care if he wants to make a fuss, but it's okay tonight."

It turns out that it only depends on the face... Zhao Sheng smiled and nodded to the scholar.

I'm very surprised that not many people are coming today.

The remaining half of his face was kind and kind-hearted, and the only remaining hand was holding a wooden staff made of clay.

But when I saw that there was no movement among the people, I endured it.

Inside, stood an old man.

The old man asked.

Zhao Sheng's ears twitched slightly and he heard footsteps inside.

When we look like that, we know ourselves, but we also seem to be dealing with ourselves.

Tian Heyou closed the door again, rested his head with one hand, and looked inside.

Sure enough, eight more people came next, all dressed in different clothes, neither female nor male, but in one case, they were all martial arts masters.

He turned around and closed the door, picked up a random brick from the ground, and blocked the door's legs to prevent the wind from blowing in.

Zhao Sheng collected them and closed the window tightly.

And their accents are very strange. They are from Xiaoli and Libang.

But Zhao Sheng searched for a while and found a lot of dry branches under the window of a side hall in the corner.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here!"

Night always falls very quickly in the cold winter, and in a blink of an eye there is no light outside.

Zhao Sheng sat on the ground and looked at Qi Zhou without interest.

No one is coming.

It should be some kind of mountain temple.

In that noisy temple, it seemed even more weird and strange.

Is it specifically to deal with yourself?

"Big brother, my sister is very hot, how about we keep warm together?"

The night is completely dark.

The sick man thanked me.

The man has already sat next to Tian He, his waist is soft and he is half leaning on my shoulder, his charming eyes are like silk, and his jade hands are brushing heavily.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The cold wind was still howling inside, so Zhao Sheng walked back and closed the door again.

I was wearing a thin yellow shirt, with a sword on my back. There was an expression on my old face, as strong as a rock.

Only a single flame flickered in the temple.

The man became even more angry and wanted to draw his sword, but then he heard no one coming from inside.

Not a butcher looked at Zhao Sheng with a very kind expression, just like this ordinary man, wanting to clean up himself.

It came very slowly, and when I pushed open the small door, the cold wind rushed back and almost blew out the flame.

Zhao Sheng secretly cursed in his heart. Hearing that the man was still knocking on the door, he walked over and opened the door.

That's right. You have changed your appearance. Who still knows who you are?

Zhao Sheng's expression changed, but his heart was horrified.

"Such a handsome big brother, can he take over?"

Only this charming man was rubbing against the scholar, and a seductive moan came out from under his red lips.

The other person was dressed as a peasant woman. When she saw Zhao Sheng, doubts flashed in her eyes. She was obviously surprised that Zhao Sheng was not there.

But I didn’t do anything, and I didn’t say anything. I just sat quietly.

Zhao Sheng smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to sit down, no one pushed the door open.

I smiled shyly, as if I was being said in a bad way.

The peasant woman nodded in agreement.

The man leaned in again, and the scholar agreed, letting you rub your ears and temples together.

A man came inexplicably. The man also told Zhao Sheng to go away, but found a corner to sit on.

And we know each other, so it looks like we are going to join forces to deal with some enemy?

But having said that, you sat up straight and provoked Zhao Sheng with your words again, but your eyes were still staring at me from time to time, as if your thoughts were still unfinished.

"That old lady knows how to bewitch!"

When the eight people in front saw the old man, their expressions changed, and they were now on full alert.

"Big brother is so bad. How did he know you were afraid of heat?"

But for some reason, after people worshiped it over the years, some people came to repair the temple.

The man crossed over and flirted with Tian He.

The old man in yellow shirt nodded and followed Zhao Sheng back, looking at these eight people.

The sick man with tuberculosis found an empty place and sat down, coughing violently for several times, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

The visitor is a fair-faced scholar. Although he is as handsome as Tianhe, he also has a bad face.

The man's face was kind, and when he saw the person coming, he turned his anger into joy.

In fact, I am already very excited inside.

This dilapidated temple looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, so it is not expected that there will be any other firewood.

When the peasant woman saw this, she walked over and closed the temple door.

Except for the eight people in Tianhe, everyone's expressions changed. Even the charming man sat up straight and seemed very relaxed.

These branches should have fallen from the trees outside the temple. Over the years, they have accumulated a lot.

The person who came was a man in brocade clothes and a gorgeous skirt. He was about eighty years old and his charm was still there.

I sat next to Zhao Sheng, my waist as straight as a sword.

Tian He now uses the appearance of Li Qingcong, with a handsome face. No wonder men say I am so handsome.

The man glared at me with his pretty eyes and said: "What a stinky woman with a beautiful view."

"Brother Gu, it's been a long time since we've seen each other."

No one had a pale face with blood, and his body was thin and lanky, looking like a sick and consumptive ghost. I caught a glimpse of Zhao Sheng and kept silent.

The scholar's eyes were intense, and he glanced at Zhao Sheng, and suddenly he was not happy.
To be continued...