While Chen Zhe was having trouble falling asleep, He Yan had already changed her clothes and boarded a domestic China Southern Airlines flight. At around 1 a.m., she got off the plane and took a bus to an unknown county town.
I found a bus terminal in the county town and took a dilapidated minibus that was about to be scrapped.
She has a fresh appearance, outstanding temperament, and an indifferent expression on her face, carrying an awe-inspiring aura. Everyone stayed away from her and couldn't help but give up some space. A few simple farmer brothers stood in the aisle. , I was too embarrassed to sit down when I saw a seat next to her.
She has never been very gregarious since she was a child, but she has gotten used to it.
After backing up the car several times, it became increasingly difficult to walk from cement road to asphalt road to gravel road to rugged mountain road. Although she could fly with a sword, she still abided by the rules of the spiritual world and tried not to use Taoism. .
From this point of view, He Yan is a cultivator who follows the rules obsessively.
The climate here is hot. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, without even a drop of sweat on her face. She jumped over the rugged mountain road with light steps. Her posture was extremely beautiful and her body was stretched. The mud and water on the road were everywhere, but her face was not stained at all. Trouser corners.
There was half a large stone under the old locust tree in front, which was covered by green grass and vines. He Yan walked up to it and pushed aside the green grass, revealing three mottled and blurred characters "Jidi Village". It could be seen that the handwriting was elegant and elegant. With an overwhelming bookish air.
"Jidi Village, the temple should be here," He Yan said to herself and walked into the village in front.
Jidi Village is not well-known throughout the country, but during the Ming and Qing dynasties, it was a holy place for scholars.
The feudal imperial examination system is divided into three levels, namely the rural examination, the general examination, and the palace examination. The first place in the three-level examination is Jieyuan, Huiyuan, and Zhuangyuan respectively, collectively known as the "Three Yuan". Successfully passed the examination in the township examination, the general examination, and the palace examination. The first place is called "three yuan in a row".
This is equivalent to being first in the high school entrance examination, first in the college entrance examination, and first in the civil service examination. Even now, he is still a super academic.
Historically, there were only fourteen Wen Sanyuan and three Wu Sanyuan in the imperial examinations in ancient China. You can imagine how difficult it was.
During the Ming and Qing dynasties, there were two Wen Sanyuan and Wu Sanyuan from Jidi Village. Wen Sanyuan was Huang Guan during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, Qian Qi during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, and Wu Sanyuan was Yin during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty. phoenix.
In the second place, there are more talents. As for the recent scholars, there are countless scholars and scholars.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, Jidi Village became famous. Many students rushing to take the exams moved here to get a taste of academics. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, it suddenly became ordinary. No one got the top prize. Even in the college entrance examination after liberation, the young people here did not stand out. of.
The words "Jidi Village" are no longer worthy of the name now.
He Yanxin walked into the village. There were several acres of thin fields in the village. It was not easy to support a family. Most of the young laborers were working outside, leaving only the old, weak, women and children. When He Yanxin entered the village, she saw the old man basking under the tree at the head of the village. The muddy child at the entrance of the village looked at this young foreign girl with a pair of simple and curious eyes.
He Yan pretended to be a hiking travel enthusiast. She chatted with the old people sitting at the head of the village with a smile, asked some questions, asked for some water, poured it into the kettle, and tasted a few sips. The water was bitter and astringent. , very unpleasant to drink.
There are no roads, no land, resources but no resources, scenic spots but no scenic spots. Jidi Village has to be poor even if it is not poor. He Yan is not a female Bodhisattva, nor is she an inspection leader. She is just passing by. There are only a few people she passes through. According to what the old man in the village said, the small village of ten households came to a slightly green mountain in the back.
There are occasionally a few green trees on the mountain, most of which are weathered stones that break into pieces when stepped on. It is ten times more difficult to walk than the broken road at the foot of the mountain. He Yan still keeps moving forward. After walking for more than an hour, she finally appears within sight. A low building.
"It should be right here," He Yan touched her chest with her hand and frowned slightly.
She quickly approached and saw clearly the dilapidated temple not far away, which had been eroded by wind and frost. A well in front of the temple had long since dried up and had no water. The cracked earth broke into pieces when stepped on.
This temple is ancient, but during the ten years of turmoil it was too remote to avoid those who wanted to destroy the Four Old Ages. Apart from half of it collapsing, the rest was relatively intact, at least the central hall was still intact.
He Yan didn't enter the temple first, but walked directly to the back and found a blue stone tablet with a strange imprint on it. She stretched out her hand and touched it. It was cold. The look in He Yan's eyes was dull: "Sure enough, in the late Qing Dynasty, the Methodists suppressed the people here in order to exclude dissidents. Feng shui has been in place for hundreds of years, so no one will be ranked first here, and no other heroes will come out."
With a gentle push, the stone tablet fell to the ground and cracked. There was no trace of true energy on it, and it was clearly broken by someone.
He Yan nodded, raised the corners of her mouth, clapped her hands, and entered the temple through the front door.
The broken sign was stepped on by her feet, and it read: Shusheng Temple.
As expected, the temple is crisscrossed with spider webs, the offering table has fallen to one side, and the incense burner has long been gone. No one has won the election, so no one is offering incense anymore. This place has been abandoned for hundreds of years.
He Yan looked up and saw that the white-faced scholar statue in front of her was shining with gold, as if it was brand new.
"Senior Geng Yi, I checked the top-secret classics of Guanxin Tower and found out that your other identity is the Wenqushu Sage enshrined in Jidi Village. Please show up." He Yan stretched out her slender palm and turned it over gently. Palm down, press lightly.
The ground shook, and the dust from the temple roof peeled off, falling on top of He Yan's head, but he avoided it.
"He Yan, a disciple of Guanxin Tower, came to see the senior,"
When He Yan saw Geng Yi not showing up, she frowned slightly, drew out the Luoying Sword, and held the sword to cut across the statue in front of her. A huge head of the statue fell to the ground. Suddenly, a hurricane suddenly rose, and a tyrannical pressure hit her face. She couldn't hold on. , he took a few steps back and stood firmly on the ground, with a flash of bright red on his chest wound.
The golden statue of the god offered above was dim. Standing in front of the offering table was Geng Yi, dressed as a scholar. He sneered and said: "You know clearly that I have a mortal enemy with the five sects in the world, yet you dare to bring it to your door yourself."
Ying Jie's cultivator is already a semi-immortal. Although Geng Yi's strength is somewhat inferior to that of his peak period, He Yan in the distracted period still feels a huge pressure on her face. The blood on her chest is gurgling, but it seems that there is no trace of it. I don’t care about it either: “Because I’m sure you won’t kill me,”
Geng Yi used too much strength and inadvertently stirred up the calamity cloud above them. A dark cloud suddenly appeared above the two of them, making He Yan difficult to breathe and under great pressure. However, Geng Yi looked calm and calm. Look.
"Scattered,"
Geng Yi pointed to the sky, and a stream of true energy rushed out of the roof and into the clouds. Like a beautiful firework, it exploded in the calamity cloud and dispersed the calamity cloud.
He could actually use his own true energy to dispel the calamity cloud. Wouldn't that be truly heaven-defying? If he were at his peak...or if Dao Lord Tianyan came, how terrifying it would be. He Yan was amazed in her heart, but her eyes were filled with incomparable terror. millifluctuations.
Geng Yi had no intention of killing He Yan for the time being, and stared at her coldly: "I have been away from the spiritual world for so many years, and yet such a bold junior has emerged. Tell me, why are you confident that I won't kill you?"
He Yan flipped her messy hair from her forehead and smiled calmly: "It has something to do with Senior Geng Yi's biggest wish in his life,"
"What,"
Geng Yi squinted his eyes and put a hand on He Yan's slender neck: "You have news about Daojun Tianyan,"
Geng Yi grabbed her by the throat, but He Yan continued to laugh, smiled, and shed tears: "I have it, and I want to use the news about Tianyan Daojun's remaining soul in exchange for your Nine Heavens Royal Dao Jue,"
As soon as she finished speaking, He Yan was thrown to the ground by Geng Yi, with a purple bruise on her neck. She laughed to herself and said nothing.
"Junior, do you think you can make a deal with me with this information?" Geng Yi raised his head and laughed, his tone full of mocking disdain. He Yan smiled slightly: "Senior, you want to force a confession. Do you know that I, Guan Xin Lou, am the best at mind cultivation? , I’m not sure I’ll kill my senior, but I’m sure I won’t tell you even if I die, and you still won’t get any news from Daojun Tianyan by then,”
Geng Yi suddenly lowered his head and looked at He Yan with a frown: "You are too smart to be liked,"
"I don't like it myself," He Yan's eyes were deep and she didn't know what she was thinking. She stood up and clapped her hands: "So what are you going to do, senior? Let me go, kill me, force me to give a confession, or do you agree?"
Geng Yi snorted: "Tell me what you know,"
"Senior, if you agree, I will take you there," He Yan smiled slightly and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Geng Yi sighed softly, stared at He Yan for a long time, frowned and asked: "You are a disciple of Guan Xin Tower, one of the five sects in the world, and you have a bright future. Why are you willing to risk all the odds in the world to make this deal with me?"
"Wealth is found in danger," He Yan's expression returned to Gu Jing's unwavering expression.
Her back was slender but strong. For some reason, Geng Yi stretched out his hand and then put it down, but in the end he didn't really take action against He Yan.
Finally, he seemed to have thought of something, nodded and said: "The famous and upright sect of Guanxin Tower actually has a disciple like you. I look forward to you muddying the waters of the practice world in the future."
"Thank you, senior, for helping me," He Yan bowed and saluted.
Geng Yi nodded and said directly: "Then take me there. You want to practice the method of heart cultivation and cooperate with the practice of Jiutian Xundao Jue. It seems that you are still a little behind. Why don't I give you some tips on the way?"
"I can't get what I asked for," He Yan walked out of the temple, Yu Jian followed Geng Yi, and the starting point was Jiangcheng City.
He Yan followed Geng Yi and whispered to herself: "I want to give you the best choice, but you refuse. Don't blame me when you die."
I said this to Chen Zhe, but I didn't want him to hear it at all.
Chen Zhe, who was at home in Jiangcheng City, sneezed in his sleep. When he opened his eyes and saw the sun rising, he felt cold all over and yelled: "Rong Rongrong, I'm cold, come and warm me up." ,"
"You deserve to freeze to death," Shen Rongrong said nothing, but the little girl shouted from the next door. She got into her arms and gently pushed Shen Rongrong: "Sister Rongrong, you said he is really cold. What,"
Shen Rongrong pursed her lips and smiled, hugging Qin Xin's soft body: "If you say that I am easily bullied by him, I'm afraid you will be deceived by him all your life."