Today, behind Zhongnan Mountain, it suddenly became much colder, and the temperature suddenly dropped. In the early morning, snowflakes were floating in the sky, hanging on the branches, which looked very beautiful, and also fell in the Taoist temple, reflecting a snow-white area, which was still very beautiful.

Wang Jingzhe got up a little late today. Last night, when he discussed Mr. Da’s identity with Xiaocao, they talked for a long time. When they woke up and found it was dawn, he hurriedly got up and saw snow falling outside the house. So he quickly washed up and went to the front yard hall. When he came over, he saw Mr. Da’s snow was already clearing the snow with a broom. He became a little embarrassed in an instant. He scratched his head and walked over, trying to take the broom from his hand.

The eldest gentleman smiled and said, "You didn't come here to clean up in the temple. You have to learn the Three Thousand Dao Hidden? I see that you have read the Nine-character Mantra Sword Technique these days. If you have nothing to do, go and read it. You don't have to do the cleaning. I am relatively idle and need to stretch my muscles and bones. If you sit like this, your hands and feet will be no longer tempting. Today, the weather is a little colder, and I just warm up. You can go and read a book."

Wang Jingzhe was not a pretentious person, so he said "um" and then took the mantra to the steps and sat down, and began to read. This mantra sword technique has been memorized in his good memory for several days. No matter what page he saw, he could recite the previous and subsequent texts in a coherent manner.

There is an old saying that you can understand the changes in books without any teacher. What you say may be a little exaggerated, but there must be some truths. Although you haven't started practicing yet, Wang Jingzhe has already understood the meaning of the Truth Sword Skill.

Even though Wang Jingzhe is not a genius who practices martial arts and Taoism, he has also learned a lot of Taoist techniques as a knife-maker. With his comprehensive study, his progress is still very fast.

The snow in early winter came a little early, which was not too strange, but during dinner this morning, the eldest Mr. suddenly said more and more, which made people wonder.

In the past few days, the eldest gentleman was taciturn, and sometimes he couldn't hear a few words from him a day. Wang Jingzhe thought that he might be a dull person, or he was not familiar with him, and there was nothing to say.

"Are you still used to these days when you come to the temple?" The eldest gentleman had a quick meal. After eating, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and asked suddenly.

Wang Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the other party to speak to him. After reacting, he put down his chopsticks and replied respectfully: "I'm very used to it and feel comfortable. When I was at home, I lived almost the same thing. I read books and did some farm work. The only difference is that it is a little quieter here, and there are no people."

The eldest gentleman smiled and said, "It is not easy for people of your age to be able to live in peace in Guanxi. If you think it is meaningless, go to the village at the foot of the mountain to have a walk. You have become familiar with the villagers who deliver food these days, so go to the village to chat with them. People are very hospitable. If you are not familiar with them, just say that you are from Gujingguan."

"Okay, I want to wait for myself to learn this mantra and go and have a look."

"Is there anything I don't understand?" asked the eldest gentleman looking into his eyes.

Wang Jingzhe thought about it and there must be some things he couldn't understand or didn't understand, but he really didn't think the other party could solve his doubts. After all, the big man didn't look like a person in this way, and he never thought of asking him to give him some advice before.

Since the other party asked, Wang Jingzhe thought about it and felt that out of politeness, he had to answer the other party, so he found something he didn't understand. When he was about to reply, the eldest gentleman suddenly stood up and said, "I'll take a nap first. After you finish eating, when people from the village collect the bucket later, you tell them that the winter solstice is about to be, and it's time to eat dumplings... As for the questions you don't understand, since you can't figure it out, then read it carefully."

The eldest gentleman left after saying that, Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao looked at each other, confused.

Wang Jingzhe picked up his job again and said speechlessly: "What is this? Is this a chat with a big start and a bad end? I thought he would answer my questions and ask for some advice."

Xiaocao said, "You didn't expect it, so why are you disappointed?"

"Uh, what you said makes sense..."

A group of people suddenly appeared at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, with the arrival of Han Erye.

When he entered the mountain, the snowflakes stopped floating, and a thin layer of snow was covered with snow. When he walked on it, he would make a "crunch, crunch" sound, and then leave a long list of footprints.

Han He was wearing a very conspicuous white marten, and his thin body was hollowed out by wine. He looked like he was trapped in. When he walked away from the snow, he looked a bit like a white roe deer in the forest, which looked a little funny.

"I hate this kind of ghost weather, and I hate walking into the mountains on snowy days, because the most suitable time at this time is to hug two or three girls, make appointments with three or five friends, stay in a warm villa in a warm village, drink wine and play cards and tease the girls, instead of walking carefully on the mountain road behind the snow, always worrying whether your feet will fall if they slip." Han He rubbed his hands, complained in a nagging manner, and then rubbed his hands, and said angrily: "I'm tired, take a rest..."

After hearing his words, a group of people behind Han He immediately found a flat place, swept away the snow, spread a thick stall, and set up a recliner and a small floor table. After a while, tea, some pastries and fruits were placed, and a trimmed cigar was also placed. The picture looked quite puzzling, surprised and shocking, because it seemed particularly inconsistent with this environment and was alternative, but it was too normal for Han He.

He was a person who liked to enjoy. None of the people who followed him up the mountain were thugs or dog-legged people, and they all came to serve and serve him.

On the hills in the afternoon, the sun shone down and the snow melted slightly.

The gate of the Gujing Temple, which had always been deserted, suddenly became lively. A group of people blocked the doors of the two dilapidated vermilion Taoist temples. The leader was a man wearing a white marten and looked like a roe deer in the snow.

From the foot of Zhongnan Mountain to this mountain, only two hours of mountain road, Hanhe walked for four and a half hours, spending twice as much time and turning around. He stopped and stopped. Along the way, he drank a bottle of Bordeaux, killed a bottle of Bordeaux, and ate two more slices of Buxil steak.

Don't ask him why he could eat steak in the snow forest. It was because the group of people serving Han He behind him actually brought induction cookers and beef. If he hadn't driven the young girl off the bus halfway, he might have set up a tent in the forest.

Han He's appearance was very cool and comfortable. He was wearing a white marten like snow, waxed rocket head, with his waist and slightly raised his head, looking quite domineering.

Xiaocao sat in front of the steps, leaning on his chin, looking out the door with curious eyes and asked, "What is that man like a white roe deer here? Look at his expression, it seems that he is here to find fault?"

Wang Jingzhe was sitting on a recliner, still reading the True Word Sword Technique. He tilted his head and looked at the other party carefully, and found that he seemed to be somewhat similar to Han Guanhai's eyebrows. He expected that he would have said his previous words accurately, but he was still being asked to come to him.

"Look for us?" Xiaocao whispered.

"Yeah, it should be"

"Then why don't you seem to be too nervous? If Han Guanhai's family comes to find you, the sent-out must be very powerful, and it will definitely not embarrass a group of idiots."

Wang Jingzhe said for granted: "Why am I nervous? Since Xiang Que said that I would come to Gujingguan, although I don't know if there is any way to stop the other party, I think boss Que is not an idiot, so he will definitely not say anything nonsense."

"You are Wang Jingzhe..." Han He stood in front of the Taoist temple gate, looked here, and said, "I have seen your photos and also seen her. Her name is Mao Xiaocao."

Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocaoxin thought it was true, and they still had no expression on their faces.

Han He smiled and said, "My name is Han He, I am Han Guanhai's second uncle. I'm here to take you back... Oh, by the way, there's her."

Han He's eyes tilted, looked at Xiaocao without any hesitation, rubbed his chin and said, "Tsk tsk" twice, "Who looks quite quiet is also very intellectual, her eyes are watery and seem to be very aura, her face is 80, and her temperament is 90. I have never tasted this kind of woman in recent years. When I left, Guanhai called me and said that she would take you back and torture your woman well. I think I can handle this task and she just happened to give it to me."

Xiaocao looked straight into his eyes and spit out a few words: "Go to yours..."

Han He was stunned for a moment, clapped his hands and said, "It's a bit spicy, I like this wildness too, add another five points."

Wang Jingzhe stood up from the chair, walked a few steps, and when he was about ten meters away from the door, he said seriously: "Do you want to die?"
Chapter completed!