[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

Shi Zhixuan's involvement in the affairs of the Jinpeng Dynasty was not too small, but not too much.

He neither killed nor set fire, he just saved Huo Tianqing for the promise he made in the past, and then snatched away all the property of Jewelery Pavilion and Huo Xiu.

He was even a little thankful for going out on purpose this time, otherwise how could he find such a fun thing!

Looking at the figure in purple with deep eyes, he smiled quietly.

Yan Jingbai was saying goodbye to Huamanlou, after all, he had lived in his small building for a few days, and they had shared weal and woe, their relationship was closer than that of Lu Xiaofeng who saved him.

Hua Manlou didn't smile very rarely, took his hand and said: "Do you really want to go with that stone master?"

Yan Jingbai hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I'm sorry, I lied to you about something. In fact, I don't have amnesia. I always remember the past, but I have to hide it for some reason."

Hua Manlou laughed, full of understanding and tolerance, "I believe that you have your reasons, and I won't blame you."

Yan Jingbai looked at him and smiled.

In fact, regarding the matter of "amnesia", both of them knew the bottom of their hearts. How could such a bloody thing happen without a [-] in [-] chance of winning the lottery!

Hua Manlou is a normal person, and a normal person with a high IQ, so it is impossible for him to believe such words that even children would not believe.

And Yan Jingbai also knew that the other party would never believe his amnesia as a joke, but neither of them said anything about it.

Until now!

"Master Shi and I are old acquaintances." Yan Jingbai said: "I have to go back, some things are useless to avoid, we can only face them."

Huamanlou sighed, cupped his hands and said, "The gate of Baihualou is always open to Ah Bai, you can come to me anytime."

Yan Jingbai smiled: "Thank you."

"Huamanlou, you can go." Lu Xiaofeng shouted from a distance, leading the horse.

"Take care!" Hua Manlou smiled softly.

Yan Jingbai nodded, turned around first, and walked towards Shi Zhixuan who was waiting.

The four were divided into two teams, one south and one north, drifting away...

Booming, thundering, lightning flashing and thundering, huge lightning flashed across the black screen, covering the entire mountain in a pale white.

The strong wind was blowing, and the torrential rain fell down, forming a water curtain, and only a square inch of the surrounding area could be seen as far as the eye could see.

Yan Jingbai ruthlessly touched his face, his whole body was soaked, and the wet clothes stuck tightly to his body, which made him very uncomfortable.

But he doesn't care about this now, the road under his feet is more difficult than the discomfort on his body, he leads the horse and walks on the muddy path step by step, it is very difficult to walk.

He touched the rainwater flowing on his face again, and said loudly: "Didn't you say that there is a deserted temple in this place? Why haven't we arrived yet after walking for so long!"

Compared to his whole body in a mess, Shi Zhixuan is simply a fairy in fluttering clothes.

He walked calmly, not even a single hair was drenched on his body, and all the raindrops would be automatically bounced away when they fell a millimeter on his side.

On such a rainy night, such a wilderness, such a difficult wilderness path, he seemed to be taking a leisurely walk in a garden with a unique scenery. It couldn't be more comfortable, even the hem of his clothes and hair were floating back.

Compared with Yan Jingbai, the whole person formed a stark contrast.

Yan Jingbai looked at the leisurely figure with fiery eyes, and cursed secretly in his heart: Sure enough, martial arts are the most annoying things in this world!

He never admits that he is jealous!

He walked behind Shi Zhixuan for a while, and when he almost couldn't help but want to ask again, he saw the person walking in front stopped. into his ears.

"arrive!"

Yan Jingbai looked up, and in the pale electric light, the black shadow lying prone was particularly gratifying.

Perhaps because the victory was just around the corner, Yan Jingbai's heart relaxed, and the speed under his feet unexpectedly accelerated a little.

When he got closer, he realized that a group of people had stopped in the temple, and the burning bonfire was extraordinarily warm in such a bleak and rainy night.

Those people seem to be in the same group, and their status is not low.

Under the big tree in front of the dilapidated temple, more than twenty fine horses lined up together, and lightning crackled down, and he could still clearly see an exquisite carriage.

Under the eaves of the gate of the deserted temple, more than a dozen well-dressed men stood upright. When they saw Yan Jingbai and Shi Zhixuan walking towards them, they all became alert, with their right hands resting on the handle of the knife.

Those gazes only glanced at Yan Jingbai's body, and then fell on Shi Zhixuan with the same target, blue veins popped out of the back of the right hand holding the knife, the air was stagnant, and the animal was ready to go.

One of them took a step forward and shouted: "Stop those who come, there are delicate guests in the temple, it is inconvenient to stay, please leave quickly!"

Yan Jingbai frowned, and said coldly: "It's fine in normal times, but now it's raining again and again, and there is no place to shelter from the rain, where do you want us to go?! Besides, this is a deserted temple, not your house. Jian, it’s not under your control, you can take shelter here from the rain, why should you tell us to leave?!”

The man raised his thick eyebrows, and just as he was about to give birth, he heard a creak, and someone opened the old temple door.

What came out was a middle-aged man in his 40s, dressed in brocade clothes, obviously from a big family, and the slightly bulging temples on both sides showed his extraordinary cultivation.

With Shi Zhixuan's eyesight, he can clearly see his hands hanging on both sides. The knuckles of both hands are a circle larger than ordinary people, the fingers are slender, and the joints are high and protruding. This person must have cultivated hands like fists and claws. Kung fu, and the cultivation base is not low.

When Shi Zhixuan was looking at that person, the middle-aged man was also observing Shi Zhixuan, and he was extremely shocked.

A layman watching the excitement, an expert watching the doorway, if the other party can not get wet in the rainstorm, this person's cultivation must be as high as the realm.

When did this world have such a peerless master!

He slightly lowered his eyelids to hide the turmoil in his eyes, then bent slightly, and made a gesture of invitation, "I'm away from home, it's convenient for others and myself, my lady invites the two of you in."

Before pushing open the door, he still had some complaints about this decision, but now, he can only sigh and secretly say that it's lucky!

Based on people like them, they are definitely not the opponents of the white-haired man!

In the deserted temple, although there are a few leaks, it is still intact, and the inside has obviously been cleaned up deliberately, so it can barely be regarded as clean.

In front of the mottled Buddha statue, there was a fire, there were servants, maidservants, old ladies, and a few masters who knew martial arts at first glance, and a beautiful woman in a light yellow dress and a golden waffle on her head was obviously the The young lady in the middle-aged man's mouth.

Yan Jingbai was still carrying his big bow on his shoulders, his quiver was hanging on his waist, and he was holding some soft clothes and food that Huamanlou had prepared for him before he left.

His whole body was wet. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he did not damage that handsome face.

When he came in, most of the eyes in the temple were on him.

Yan Jingbai chose a corner not too far from the group of people, tidied up a bit, then took down the bow and arrow and leaned against the dusty wall.

He stomped his feet and vigorously stirred the hem of his clothes. After a while, the ground was wet.

Yan Jingbai glanced at the person sitting leisurely leaning against the wall out of the corner of his eye, and felt even more unhappy.

Just as he was frowning and feeling uncomfortable, a servant and a teenage maid came over.

The little maid had some shame in her eyes, she bit her lip and passed a torch in her hand, saying: "This is given to you by my lady, you take it!"

Yan Jingbai subconsciously looked at the place where the young lady was sitting, but unfortunately only saw the back of her head.

I don't know if it was because of his blurred vision or because of the light from the fire, the round earballs of that man were slightly flushed.

When he bowed his head again, the servant had already put down the firewood in his arms, and left with the little maid.

Shi Zhixuan squinted his eyes, watching him squatting on the ground and slowly building a fire.

He is not skilled in doing it, obviously he is not familiar with these things, but he is very serious about it.

Shi Zhixuan said with a light smile: "Your Majesty is such a blessing, there are people who throw themselves into their arms automatically when they go out."

Yan Jingbai frowned, and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, that person seems to be a lady from some official family, and she has tarnished other people's reputation for no reason."

Shi Zhixuan snorted lightly, but didn't say anything more.

After fiddling for a long time, the fire finally rose, and Yan Jingbai let out a heavy sigh of relief.

He found a place not far from Shi Zhixuan to sit down, then unpacked his bags and planned to eat the steamed buns he had prepared for lunch. After traveling all afternoon and experiencing a sudden rainstorm, he was already too hungry up.

Carefully opened the oiled paper bag, fortunately, it didn't get soaked inside, although it was cold and hard, it was still edible.

Shi Zhixuan was originally resting his eyes with his eyes closed, he naturally knew the movements of the people around him clearly, but he didn't care until a cold steamed bun was stuffed into his hands.

He opened his eyes and looked at him, with rare surprise in his dark eyes.

Yan Jingbai took two bites of steamed buns, chewed them a few times and said, "Eat it, you won't be able to make it to the next town before noon tomorrow, even a god has to eat." He still counted on the other party's escort, so he couldn't be hungry With this bodyguard.

Shi Zhixuan chuckled a few times, but did not refuse.

The steamed buns were cold and hard, and Yan Jingbai had difficulty swallowing, just in time, the little maid just came over with two bowls of hot water.

Yan Jingbai took the bowl, said "Thank you!" to the opposite side, and ate it with steamed buns.

After eating two steamed buns, he finally felt comfortable, and his whole body was warmed up by the bowl of hot tea just now.

After eating and drinking enough, the only thing that makes him uncomfortable is the wet clothes on his body, which is very uncomfortable sticking to the skin. Unfortunately, the current situation, the soaked package, is destined to make it impossible for him to change into clean clothes of.

Can barely make it through one night.

The night gradually deepened.

The rest of the group of people rested, and the vigil was silent except for the thunderstorm outside the house.

Yan Jingbai had already dozed off, he was exhausted enough this day, even the wet clothes and the icy ground could not prevent him from falling asleep quickly.

Shi Zhixuan closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, without a trace of breath, like a wooden Buddha statue.

Suddenly, his head was tilted on his shoulder, and hot breath sprayed on his neck.

That kind of temperature was strange yet familiar, as if it had appeared in his memory that he had completely forgotten a long time ago, the same place, the same heat, made his heart tremble slightly.

He suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the sleeping man with sharp eyes, almost scraping off a layer of his skin. After a long time, he finally closed his eyes slowly.

In the black night, his face was as hard as marble, and no one knew what he was thinking...

The late summer night was chilly, and the sleeping man shivered, and shrank his body as if he was afraid of the cold, as if it had been a long time, a warm hand covered his back, and he spit out his inner strength, his body The wet clothes are dry in a blink of an eye...