Master sees my hairy

Yan Ruyu stared in confusion for a long time before seeing Xi Feng's face clearly, and then saw other people, "It's you."

He remembered what happened just now, and his expression quickly became lonely.

Everyone didn't dare to mention his sadness. After a while, it was Yan Ruyu who spoke first: ""Gusu Menghua" is gone."

His dreams are gone too.

Bai Zang comforted him: "You can continue writing when the book is gone, as long as people are fine. I'll help you connect your legs. Get up and walk around."

Yan Ruyu let out a long sigh, got up from the ground in embarrassment, and took two steps on the spot: "Thank you Xianjun for saving me."

"You're welcome." Bai Zang asked again, "What happened after you got home?"

Yan Ruyu said: "As soon as I entered the door, my father beat me with a stick... Then my mother took out "Gusu Menghua" from my schoolbag and threw it directly into the brazier..."

Even though Yan Ruyu rushed over to snatch it immediately, the stack of rice paper that had melted his painstaking effort was instantly swallowed by the flames and destroyed.

He rushed up like crazy and wrestled with his parents, but he didn't expect that Master Yan would be so cruel that he broke his son's leg just like that.

Yan Ruyu lay on the ground, heart ashes, looking at the burning brazier in front of her, she simply reached out and flipped it over——

Destroy it.

Destroy them all.

The fire was raging around her, but Yan Ruyu couldn't move until she lost consciousness.

His face was still stained with soot, and he didn't care. After thanking everyone again, he walked in another direction in a daze.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at the Yan family couple.

Luo Wuhuan analyzed: "If this is the case in reality, Yan Ruyu should have joined Mingyin not long after leaving home."

Bai Zang asked him, "Do you think this Yan Ruyu is the same person as the Yan Ruyu you met in Suzhou?"

Luo Wuhuan was taken aback by his question.

Bai Zang looked at Xi Feng again: "Yan Ruyu's bookstore has been open in Xieyangguan for three years, do you think the owner of the bookstore and this Yan Ruyu are the same person?"

Xi Feng thought for a while, then nodded: "I think so."

On the other hand, Luo Wuhuan shook his head: "It's really not like that. Even if he leaves home and his parents, the character he cultivated since childhood is not easy to change."

It was very difficult for this Yan Ruyu to become that high-spirited and scheming look.

It was rare for Jinglan to speak: "Then do you want to follow him to have a look?"

"I can't keep up." Jiang Lanyue pointed to the direction Yan Ruyu left, "He was walking, and he disappeared out of thin air."

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, but there was no one in sight.

Not only that, the Yan Mansion, which was in chaos just now, also changed its appearance. The fire just now and the firefighting crowd all disappeared.

"what happened?"

Turn around and go back to Wushui Teahouse, the brightly lit teahouse is gone, replaced by a small teahouse, a flag beside the door is gently swaying in the night wind, with the words "Wushui Teahouse" written on it.

Sitting near the door of the teahouse was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He had no hair and was wearing a blue coarse cloth monk's robe. He held a cup of hot tea in his hand and looked outside quietly.

"We seem to have entered the world of "Gusu Menghua." Baizang speculated, "He should be the little monk Junxing."

Jun Xing took a sip of tea, picked up a piece of rice cake and ate it in small bites.When the piece of rice cake was finished, the person he was waiting for also came.

"Brother Rong!" He waved happily.

Brother Rong looked two years older than Jun Xing, tall and slender, with neatly tied hair, a small bucket in one hand, and half a large watermelon in the other, and walked in angrily and helplessly.

62. Gusu Night ([-])

"Brother Rong, I'll help you." Jun Xing ran out to take the bucket from Brother Rong.

Brother Rong shook his hands, and instead hugged the watermelon with both hands: "Why did you sneak out again? Be careful, Master Qing will put you in confinement."

"No, no, no." Jun Xing grinned, showing a row of neat little white teeth, "Master asked me to come this time."

Brother Rong had a look of disbelief: "Why did you come here? Do you want to eat cakes and listen to music?"

"That's not it!" Jun Xing carried the bucket into the room and put it down, then happily went to pick up Brother Rong's watermelon, "Tomorrow is the Qiqiao Festival, and Master asked me to pick a load of books to dry."

Brother Rong was still skeptical: "Is there no place to hang books in your temple?"

"How do I know, Master asked me to post it and I will post it." Jun Xing didn't take it seriously, pawing around on the counter, "Brother Rong, where is the knife?"

"When did I say I would eat melon for you?" Brother Rong flicked the melon on the young monk's round forehead, "It's cold at night, and it will hurt your stomach if you eat it."

"It won't be fresh until tomorrow." Jun Xing didn't give up until he achieved his goal, and finally turned out a wooden spoon, wiped it with his sleeve, and dug out the sweetest piece in the center of the watermelon.

Brother Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Junxing raised the spoon: "Brother Rong, open your mouth."

Brother Rong took the melon from his spoon, ate it with a few clicks, yawned and walked to the backyard: "You go to bed early after eating, I'll go to bed first."

"got it."

The little monk holding half of the watermelon sat back at the door and looked outside intently while eating.

Xi Feng, who was hiding behind the bushes, asked softly, "What the hell is he looking at?"

He was watching it before Brother Rong came back, and he is still watching it now.Xi Feng followed his gaze to look for it, but he didn't find anything special.

Bai Zang: "Maybe I didn't read anything, I was just thinking about something."

"The old monk must have other intentions in asking him to post books." Luo Wuhuan was a little sleepy, leaning against Jinglan with his head tilted.

It was only then that everyone remembered that Luo Wuhuan had watched "Gusu Menghua", and quickly asked him, "Then what happened after that?"

Luo Wuhuan waved his hand: "I don't know, I only read the first few pages and didn't talk about it here."

"Then I'll look elsewhere." After Song Tingxue finished speaking, she turned around and left on her own.

He doesn't seem to like being around other people much.

But Jiang Lanyue was very ignorant: "I'll go and have a look too."

Then he chased after Songting Xue.

"..."

The rest of the people had no choice but to find a place to rest, but until there were boats slowly passing by the Qimen River, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased, the sky was still pitch black.

Bai Zang looked up and frowned, "Hue Chong Nan Dou."

When Hui rushed to Nandou, the power of chaos was strong, and it was easily transformed into demonic energy.

"This painting scene is unusual, everyone be careful." Baizang reminded, and took out a few golden painting scene fragments from the storage bag, and distributed them to everyone, "If you encounter demons, you can use this to temporarily increase your strength."

Xi Feng thought of those abnormal lemurs that he had killed at Xieyang Pass before, each of which had a painting fragment hidden in its chest.So he couldn't help asking: "Can I use the things I got from Huamo?"

But Baizang gave him a few more purple fragments: "Don't worry, I've purified all of these."

After hearing what he said, everyone accepted it with peace of mind.

Luo Wuhuan winked at Baizang: "Old Bai, follow this little light bulb for a while. Jinglan and I are looking for other clues, so it's easier to separate."

Bai Zang asked knowingly, "What is convenient?"

"Everything is convenient." Luo Wuhuan didn't argue with him, and dragged Jinglan into the alley.

Xi Feng and Bai Zang waited outside the teahouse before Jun Xing came out stretched.

He slowly helped Brother Rong prepare the materials for morning tea, and then picked up the load of scriptures: "Brother Rong, I'm going to dry the books."

"So you're really here to hang books." Brother Rong leaned against the door frame and said with a smile, "Then go early and come back early."

The little monk responded and went out with the scriptures.

Bai Zang and Xi Feng followed Jun Xing from afar on the street.

"There is no sun in the sky, how can he dry his books?" Xi Feng asked strangely.

"Maybe sunning books is like sunning moon and stars." Bai Zang motioned him to look at the people on the street.

Everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles, the streets were brightly lit, and they were not affected by this abnormal celestial phenomenon at all.

"Either we are the only ones who see the night, or there is no daylight in this painting, so everyone takes it for granted." Baizang explained, "I prefer the latter."

But the little monk is not the same.As soon as he left the teahouse just now, the smile on his face disappeared, and now he was carrying the scriptures with a heavy expression, which was incompatible with the joy on the street.

Without squinting, Jun Xing kept carrying scriptures through the streets and alleys, and stopped when he reached the Kuixing Temple.

Worshiping Kuixing is a unique activity in the Qiqiao Festival. At this time, a brand-new Kuixing Lord has been erected in front of the Kuixing Temple. Although it is pasted with bamboo strips and rice paper, it is lifelike and lifelike.

Many young people dressed as scholars worshiped in front of Lord Kuixing. There was no wind tonight, and the smell of incense drifted to the river surface before gradually fading away.

Jun walked up to Master Kuixing, put down the burden with a cold face, took out the books inside, and placed them on the open space one by one.

It's strange that his books are not neatly arranged, one book after another, and some are spread out, and some are co-authored.

People around looked at him curiously, but no one stopped them, they all wanted to see what he was going to do.

But Bai Zang reacted immediately: "He is forming a formation."

"What array?"

"I still can't see it." Baizang shook his head, stared there for a while, and said in a slightly puzzled tone, "It's strange, this formation is not in compliance with the regulations...ordinarily it cannot be activated."

Someone with good deeds nearby went to tease Junxing: "Little monk, are you selling books? Let me take a look at this one."

As he spoke, he reached out to take it.

"do not move!!!"

Jun Xing immediately stopped him sharply.

"Okay, okay, I won't move, let's do it." The man withdrew his hand resentfully, touched his nose, and muttered softly, "What's the big deal?"