On the wedding day, Lao Gong was traversed

When they arrived at the temple, Lu Xiuluan and the others realized that the place really lived up to its reputation. On weekdays, the courtyards were full of people, shoulder to shoulder.

Lin Zheng led the couple to all the main halls to pay respects. At this moment, he is not at all like a middle-aged literary youth (crossed out), with such a great deal of money, he is like a nouveau riche.

Du Yisong insisted on going to several temples. The temple was built on a mountain, so he had to climb the mountain on the way. In the end, he really had no strength, so he suggested to sit down and rest.

It is said that muscle soreness will reach its peak within 24 hours to 72 hours, Du Yisong thinks it is very reasonable.

Yesterday was probably because he was too excited, and he was fine. Today, God seems to want to give him back all the pain he didn’t bear before. Every step he takes, he feels uncomfortable everywhere, which is killing him. .

But since Lu Xiuluan went up the mountain, he temporarily forgot the unhappiness of getting up early, and was discussing Wang Jinggong's poems with Lin Zheng enthusiastically.

What?Wife seems unwell?

Who is the wife? He has no wife in his eyes.

He only had Feilaifeng and Wang Jinggong in his eyes.

Du Yisong was too tired to bother with this person, held his breath and didn't speak, decided to sit down and rest when he got to the next foothold, the other two waited if they wanted to, and continued walking if they wanted to.

However, the friendship between Lu Xiuluan and his good brother didn't last long.

Because my good brother Lin Zheng felt that Poet Wang was the only outstanding reformer in heaven and earth, with far-sightedness and foresight, he could be regarded as the light of China, while Grandpa Lu upheld ancient traditional concepts and felt that this person's reformation seemed to be not good enough.

They barely quarreled.

The Buddha statue inside the Buddhist hall had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, while Lin Zheng and Lu Xiuluan outside were spitting everywhere.

Of course, Lu Xiuluan is still a bit better. He doesn't talk much, but he can always use his excellent language skills to achieve precise strikes, and rely on the innate advantages of the Song people to achieve dimensionality reduction and crushing.

In comparison, the red-faced Brother Lin Zheng was much weaker. Don't look at him twittering, but he kept repeating those few words, and there was nothing to do. He was so anxious that even his shiny bald head was sweating.

Lin Zheng was very distressed. Isn't the Lu Xiuluan in his impression very uneducated? How did he know so much?

He doesn't know many historical details at all. Didn't he play a big knife in front of Guan Gong at the dinner table the evening before yesterday?It's a little embarrassing.

Seeing people quarreling, Du Yisong became happy again and listened with gusto.

Ignoring his physical discomfort, he still had the time to think that Lin Zheng should learn from Xiao Xu, he was also talkative, but if he wanted to quarrel, he would definitely speak to the heart of the heart, like a machine gun.

"Mr. Du, come and judge! Which one of us do you think is right?" Lin Zheng called Lu Xiuluan very affectionately, but called Du Yisong very politely.

Du Yisong, as a melon-eating crowd, was suddenly forced into the center of the flames of war. He was completely unwilling in his heart, so he could only laugh: "Sorry, I went to the United States in junior high school, and I don't know much about it."

Alas!Lin Zheng's self-confidence, which was hit by Lu Xiuluan, was immediately rebuilt after seeing another even less educated person.

No, he has another object to whom he can show off his knowledge.

Lin Zhengqing cleared his throat, and was about to popularize the deeds of the sages for classmate Du Yisong, but before he could speak, a sentence came from the opposite side:

"But Xiu Luan must be right."

Lu Xiuluan blushed suddenly when he heard the words, he was extremely shy, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Lin Zheng was just the opposite, his face turned green, and he said aggrievedly, "Let's bully me together with you two."

Raccoons of a feather, gangsters, hum.

But the truth is, Du Yisong didn't think about it that much at all.

He was simply watching the two quarrel just now, commonly known as watching the excitement, so he didn't listen to the previous content at all, he only knew that they were talking about the great poet Wang Anshi.

Although one of them and Grandpa Lu were in the Northern Song Dynasty and the other was in the Southern Song Dynasty, they couldn't stand the closeness of time, so of course Grandpa Lu was right.

As for what Lu Xiuluan and Lin Zheng were arguing about, Du Yisong didn't care, it hurt him so much...

"Yi Song, what's the matter with you?" Lu Xiuluan finally turned his head, and found that his face was abnormal.

Du Yisong gave him a squinting look, more aggrieved than Lin Zheng, and muttered: "My body hurts and I'm tired, you did it."

Lu Xiuluan's face turned red and blue, and when he realized what he was referring to, he felt shamelessly aggrieved: "I told you to rest after the third time yesterday, but you still want to continue..."

After Du Yisong heard this, he was both ashamed and angry. The shameful thing was that Lu Xiuluan was telling the truth, and the angry thing was that this guy was very cooperative with him at the time, and he worked harder than him after getting better, but now he looks like A little daughter-in-law who has been underestimated?

Du Yisong didn't say a word, just happened to see a row of stone benches for tourists to rest in front of him, so he sat down on it.

It turned out like this, Lu Xiuluan didn't know to keep up, and was still talking to Lin Zheng with his head down.

Du Yisong couldn't help but red eyes, and quickly lowered his head, afraid of being seen by others.

He didn't know why, he had suffered countless grievances since he was a child, and he never lost a golden bean, but he became more fragile and delicate in front of Lu Xiuluan these two days.

He couldn't help spurning himself, and then thought of Jiang Yi. Could it be that both their mother and son have bad eyesight and don't know people clearly?He can no longer follow his mother's old path, he must stop losses in time...

Alas, no, it cannot be stopped.

I can't bear it...

While he was thinking wildly, Lu Xiuluan appeared in front of him like Tinker Bell, conjuring a bowl of hot porridge.

Du Yisong raised his head in surprise: "Where did you get the porridge?" It seems that there is no shop selling hot food near where they came from?

Lu Xiuluan lowered his voice, if it wasn't for the porridge in his hand, he might still want to put a finger on his mouth: "Shhh - Brother Lin knows all the monks here, just walked through the back door and asked them to give me a bowl."

"Oh." Du Yisong took the bowl, pursed his lips, and finally couldn't help laughing.

It turned out that Lu Xiuluan just went to find something to eat for himself.

In fact, he was not very hungry, and the light plain porridge in front of him was not bright, but it tasted very delicious when he fed it to his mouth. The bottom of the bowl did not hurt, and his waist and legs were no longer sore.

Of course, the second Du Yisong stood up, his body told him that everything was an illusion, that it should be painful, that it should be sore, and that he was a little stronger than before.

Lu Xiuluan hurriedly straightened his waist, then turned around and squatted down: "I'll carry you out."

back?Du Yisong looked around, even though there were not as many people in this yard as the ones in front, there were still tourists in twos and threes, this was too eye-catching, right?

Although he is very excited.

Lu Xiuluan seemed to see Du Yisong's concerns, and patted himself on the back: "It's okay, come up quickly, we'll go through the VIP passage in a while."

Du Yisong looked at Lu Xiuluan inexplicably. When did his grandfather become so foreign-looking, and he even had "VIP access", it's always a bit weird to pronounce it, probably it's the way those important pilgrims or insiders walked.

At this moment, Lin Zheng came out from a small door and waved at them.

Du Yisong didn't refuse, and simply laid down on Lu Xiuluan's back neatly, and buried his face so that other tourists could not see clearly.Fortunately, they were only a few steps away from the small gate, no one noticed that Lu Xiuluan was behind his back.

Turning the corner and entering the doorway, it seems to have entered another world.Lush and lush, the path is winding, and there are some winding paths leading to secluded places, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room have a deep taste.

Lin Zheng didn't even notice the dead men coming in like this, as if he was about to make some "indecent" evaluation in the next sentence.

Lu Xiuluan was so dull, completely unresponsive, but Du Yisong noticed Lin Zheng's expression, secretly delighted, and then raised his head a bit flamboyantly.

Lin Zheng turned around in disgust, walked to the front and concentrated on leading the way.

The way down the mountain was a bit difficult, and Du Yisong was a 180+ man no matter what, and he was not light. Lu Xiuluan was fine at first, and after a few detours in the woods, he was also out of breath.

After Du Yisong found out, he twisted his body and wanted to go down: "I can walk by myself." In the end, Lu Xiuluan slapped his butt, and the latter squeezed it kindly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

The author says:

The real Lingyin Temple does not really need to go up and down the mountain, it is relatively flat, but the plot here needs to be changed, anyway, the author did not say that it is Lingyin Temple, witty jpg.

(I'm really a chatterbox, I think I can write a separate chapter for each chapter)