The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

The sky was suddenly turbulent, and the thick and layered dark clouds completely blocked the bright sun.

The vegetation is shaking, and the rain is about to come.

Fortunately, luck was not too bad, and they were worrying about how to avoid the mountain rain, when they suddenly saw a small temple beside the mountain road.

Folk praying to gods and worshiping Buddha is popular, and temples can be seen everywhere, which is just convenient for passers-by in the mountains.

People nearby all came to shelter from the rain, and offered a stick of incense by the way. The small temple was filled with incense, and the agarwood mixed with the humid air was so thick that it was a bit pungent.

In addition to the common people passing by in the temple, there are also some people from the rivers and lakes.

This place is not far from the Thunder Mountain Villa, and people going to participate in the martial arts conference can be seen everywhere.

Although the hero posts were only sent to the principals of various factions, there were far more than this number of knights who wanted to go to the martial arts conference.

As soon as the four of them sat down in a place where no one was around, they saw that the wind outside the temple was about to pull up trees, and the rain was about to tear down the house. (*)

The people in the temple sat around in twos and threes, under the silent gaze of the clay statues, there was a strange tranquility.

From time to time, drenched pedestrians still ran into the temple, dripping water on the simple wooden boards, bringing dense moisture.

Several civilians entered the temple, went to the statue and burned three sticks of incense, muttering words, thanking the gods for giving them this place to shelter from the rain.Then I found a place to sit around, and my mouth couldn't stop complaining.

"This day changes as soon as it is said, without any warning at all."

"It must be the Dragon Lord passing by. As soon as he leaves, the rain will naturally stop."

"Oh, this year, I don't know what's going on. It's already autumn moon, and it's still as hot as summer moon, and the sun is so big that it burns people."

"I heard from people in the village that this is the birth of Hanba."

Their words immediately resonated with everyone, and they joined the discussion one after another.

Natural disasters have continued this year, with frequent earthquakes and abnormal weather. The people have been severely affected by the disasters and complained incessantly, and they are full of worries about the future.

A childish child asked: "What is Hanba?"

A woman next to him explained: "Hanba is a kind of monster. It is beautiful and happy, and it will bring all kinds of disasters to the world."

Xie Guanbai was startled when he heard a few words from the villagers about Hanba, and some strange images from the past flashed in his mind: Chi Si was as beautiful as a demon, and he liked to bask in the sun, so he felt a bit like Hanba.

There was a chill down his spine, and he secretly glanced at Chi Si.

The other party sat lazily and crookedly, not knowing why he was in a daze.

After a while, two more quacks came in.

A woman and a man, both wearing a mask, and using zhenqi to protect their bodies, their feet are wet and their bodies are still dry.

The two entered the temple and took off the curtain.

The woman is upright and young, wearing a gorgeous red dress, without makeup, but she has the heroic appearance unique to Jianghu chivalrous women.

She habitually glanced at the crowd in the temple, and when she saw Xie Guanhe, she was slightly taken aback, then stepped forward to salute him with fists together: "Young Xia Xie."

Xie Guanhe got up and returned a salute: "Wen Xia."

The woman, Chaochisi, and the others reported her family background. She is Wen Jing, a disciple of the Cangshan School, and she has known Xie Guanhe for a long time, and she also went to Cuilei Villa to participate in the martial arts conference.

The young man following him was her junior brother Wei Bin.

After declaring her family name, she asked Xiang Chi Si: "Who is this?"

Without waiting for Xie Guanhe's introduction, Qi Ji quietly took half a step forward, keeping Chi Si behind him calmly: "I'm Qi Ji at the Tongqianmen, this is my righteous brother Xu Xing. We met Xie Shaoxia on the way, so we went to destroy the thunder with him Villa."

Although Chi Si himself is unknown, the rumors of his name and Daozang have already spread throughout the world.In order to avoid unnecessary incidents, it is better not to let people know casually.

Xie Guanhe knew what it meant and didn't expose it.

Wen Jing said "I have admired you for a long time", exchanged warm greetings with Qi Ji, and found an empty seat beside Xie Guanhe.

Wei Bin asked quietly beside her: "What is the origin of this copper coin gate? I have never heard of it."

Wen Jing lowered her voice: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it either."

"Then you just..." What do you mean you have admired your name for a long time?

"Didn't you see him?"

Wei Bin was surprised: "What's wrong with him?"

Wen Jing is dignified: "Have you seen such a good-looking person elsewhere?"

Wei Bin was speechless for a moment.

Xie Guanhe was silent at the side, pretending he didn't hear.

Putting this topic aside, Wen Jing asked Xie Guanhe in a low voice: "You brought the secret treasure, why didn't you rush to the Thunder Mountain Villa as soon as possible, and still wandering outside? Do you know how many people with evil intentions want to intercept and kill you halfway."

Xie Guanhe said calmly, "Something happened on the way, so I was delayed."

Wen Jing sighed softly: "When the rain stops, I will be with you so that I can take care of you."

Seeing them whispering in secret, Xie Guanbai poked Chi Si with his elbow: "Hey, hey, did you see that. You said Senior Sister Wen and my Senior Brother..."

Chi Si gossips with him: "They are also a pair of talented men and women. It's just..."

The young hero and the heroine who belong to the same family, the knot is logical, but it lacks a little bit of twists and turns.

At this time, another person came in from the door.

He was old, with a wrinkled face and a thin body. He wore a bamboo hat to cover half of his body from the rain, and his patched trouser legs were already drenched.

The old man was pushing a wheelbarrow with his withered arms, and wanted to push a load of goods into the temple besides himself.It's just that the wheels are blocked by the threshold, and the strength is not enough to push them in.

"Hey old man Wang, don't push your car in. Didn't you see that the temple is almost full?"

"That's right. You just come in by yourself, and the car is left outside and no one will take it. It's not a valuable thing."

The two middle-aged people should be from the same village, and they were full of disgust for the truckload of goods.

"But my things are damp, so I can't sell them." Old man Wang looked worried. Without these goods, he would have to go hungry for a few days.

Xie Guanhe was kind-hearted, and wanted to stand up and help him push the cart into the temple, but as soon as he moved, Qi Ji secretly grabbed his wrist.

He understood immediately and did not act rashly.

Qi Ji stretched out his finger and tapped on the ground again, signaling Chi Si to sit down too.

Chi Si moved a little distance to sit side by side with him, and stretched out his hand as suggested.The other party wrote "Fraud, be careful" on his and Xie Guanhe's palms.

As the cold fingertips brushed against the warm palm, something seemed to explode in Chi Si's heart in vain, and his heart was beating like a drum beating so hard that it was about to burst open.

The scalded head could no longer think, and the strokes written by the cold fingers on the palm of the hand were enlarged, as if a sharp knife was on the tip of the heart, engraving the name that made his heart turbulent, and A strong feeling that is about to come out.

He has no time to take care of the messages written by the other party, and all he can think of is to hold this cold hand in his palm, so as not to let him make trouble again.

However, he moved his fingers a few times, but he didn't dare to put it into practice.

After Qi Ji finished writing about all suspicious-looking people, he withdrew his hand, and the feeling of musculoskeletal contact disappeared, which gave him a moment to breathe.

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Note: Lu You, there was a lot of wind and rain on October 28