Tired of customers

To the east, there is a piece of rocky rocks. To put it bluntly, it is close to a barren mountain corner where no birds shit. It is an overestimate to say that the backcountry is a remote place. I have not seen a few local residents along the way. Very few are just accidental. A caravan from the Western Regions passing by.

And for him, a person who wholeheartedly pursues seclusion from the world, it is really a good place.

No wonder he came to this place.

The northwest border of Miaojiang is a barren land where few people set foot. Even the young King Miao, who is rigorous in governing the country, is too lazy to send a single soldier. , Unscrupulously robbing businessmen.

But those businessmen can't avoid it, because the other road is the famous ghost desert that never returns.

The places near the desert always have little rainfall, few forests, dry climate, and the boundless desert plain. Probably the only noise is the domineering desert wind, which blows on the face like a knife.

"How did you get here..."

Obviously, the place arranged by Jingzhong is more suitable for the rest of the world.

Yes, take care of yourself, although he seems to be at least 40 years away from the word.

Of course, it just seemed that he was no longer young, and he only had an aging skin.

One of the top ten unsolved mysteries of the Central Plains—why the historian's father and son are not brothers, but better than brothers?

Think far.

Shi Jia's father drank the little cold wine left in the water bag, his eyes were empty and far away, leaning against the short stone, his eyes fell on the distant sky, which was half blue and half golden, in a trance.

Accustomed to the euphemism of the lake and water, the desolate vastness of this desert has a special taste. He walked aimlessly for a month, and he is satisfied with this place, but there is still something lacking.

Maybe it was too quiet.

Zhengqi Villa should be very lively, right?If we leave like this, will Yinyan and Jingzhong be overwhelmed?Maybe he should have stayed, but after only a few days, he regretted it.

In the past, he might have gone back.But the never-before-satisfied fatigue stopped his return journey and urged him to go to a more unfamiliar place. Fortunately, he finally had the time now.

The return from the devil world was later than he had imagined, three years, more than 140 blue moons, such a long time, so long that he almost forgot everything in the world, fortunately, it was just almost.

I vaguely remember the stunned look of the two sons when they first stepped out of the plank road back to the world. Maybe it was because the devilish energy and pain all over them were too shocking, or maybe it was the hoarse and boring voice that made it difficult to tell the truth from the fake. Neither human nor ghost, according to the words of his younger brother Zang Jingren who was there to greet him, he is simply like a beggar who has been bullied.

Speaking of which, he had to thank his younger brother for stopping him in time, so that he didn't get another blow from the Xiaoling Spear.

...In other words, how did he recognize himself at that time?Twin telepathy?

It should be Jingzhe when she returns to the human world. At that time, Mo Jie is over, the evil disaster is gone, and the entanglements between them have subsided. It is the time when the world is peaceful and happy.He returned to the Zhengqi Villa with exhaustion and scars all over his body, and lay down on the familiar wooden bed from the sudden thunder of spring thunder to the autumn.The eldest son, Jingzhong, blocked the news of his return, and barely passed a few months of peaceful recuperating days.

But how many secrets can the villa that has never closed its doors hide?What's more, there is no such thing as an impenetrable wall in the world, and Zhengqi Villa's wall is easy to stop a gentleman but not a villain. The wind above the wall is always free. When it blows in from the east wall, it must bring fireworks when it goes out from the west wall.

In the end, the news was still leaked, whether it was intentional or unintentional, the endless stream of visitors—perhaps even tempters—since then could not be fully handled by Shi Yanwen, who was weak-hearted.

Therefore, retiring is the best way.

Moreover, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the waves of the Wulin always temper the young people of the future, not him, a long-established Confucian man.

After voluntarily proposing to live in seclusion, the two children did not object much, and even quickly prepared all his needs for retiring, including routes, residences, basic necessities, and even the concentric stones for help in times of crisis.

Although he willfully went in the opposite direction.

But these are secondary. Before leaving, Shi Yanwen held the two tokens in his hand and pondered for a long time. Shangtong will be led by Qiao Tathagata, and Shangtong makes it easy.However, he still doesn't know that the royal pass of the Miaojiang royal family can be given to others at will, even if China and Miao have a good relationship now...

Miao Wang Canglang's child is not bad, and he has a good relationship with Jingzhong... It seems to be not bad, but can such a thing that is related to the safety of the royal family be given to the people of the Central Plains casually?And is it a historian?What's more, the recipient is Shi Yanwen, who Miao Jiang has been eager to get rid of for many years?

Shi Jia's father carefully glanced at Yinyan who was hesitating to speak, and then looked at Baoxiang's solemn Jingzhong--according to a father's understanding, this expression looked like he was seriously covering up something serious.

There is a subtle feeling...

Shi Yanwen put away the tokens, patted their heads very kindly, and said earnestly: "Jingzhong, if there is any difficulty, father is always here to help. Yinyan, take care of yourself, and don't be impulsive and reckless in the future. You have all grown up. Father will not interfere with your...emotional issues, remember, just be safe."

Then they seemed to be stunned, um... quite cute.

what.

……

"Oh, time flies too fast..."

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Shi Yanwen got up, the sun was setting to the west, around [-]:[-], it was not too late, but if he didn't walk more, he might have to sleep in the wild again at night, the night around the desert is not ordinary cold.After thinking for a while, he shook the wind and sand on his sleeves, and walked towards a small road in the east.

Sparsely populated does not mean that there are no people. There are many traces of footsteps on this path.

"It's rare. There are so many footprints in this kind of place. Could it be that I ran into a caravan from the Western Regions again?"

However, the messy footprints seem to be strangely neat. They are a bit like an army carrying out missions in disguise. People from Jianghu have light feet and don't like to be restrained. They will definitely not march like this. As for ordinary people...

"Forget it, it's useless to think too much, let's go."

How could he know that if he walked for another hour, he would not see a single person. Shi Yanwen stood at the foot of a bald mountain, looking at the mountain and sighing. This mountain was his last foothold today. It will be a night in the tree.

"After the mountains and rivers are restored, you can still look forward to the dark willows and flowers." Even people with a discerning eye can see that there is absolutely no way anyone lives here.

Lifting his legs up the mountain, the white body marked by the historian's father was dimly reflected by the drowsy sky, and the sleeves of his clothes were swayed by the erosion of the cold wind. The illusory, slender figure undulated and moved forward on the stones and residual trees. With the dusk and sunset glow, it dragged people a little bit heavy.

It's like a tired guest at the end of the world, silent and depressed.

However, the luck of historians has always been good, and Shi Yanwen's luck is particularly outstanding.

Although there are only two poplars with crooked necks on the mountainside in the west of Bald Mountain—it looks like they were bent by someone's palm, but there is a small dense forest hidden in the winter, but they have been formed by people. A place where you can't get in or out of the way.

But is Shi Yanwen an ordinary person?No, of course, in terms of military experience alone.

Unusual formations attract unusual people, not to mention that this formation has a hint of familiarity.

The center of the formation is a small temple.

Standing between square inches, there is no vegetation within three feet, front, back, left, and right. The temple is not big, with four or five houses.A three-story stone tower protrudes from the right rear, surrounded by red walls, and a black wooden door is tightly closed.It's hard to get a glimpse of the mystery inside the door. Borobudur in the northeast corner is eroded with potholes, which is very common. If it is a feature, it should be the name of the temple.

Shi Yanwen stood in the distance and looked at this quiet and hidden temple. The surrounding atmosphere was very mixed. He did not expect that what he was looking forward to would be so extraordinary. There were thirty first-class masters hiding in the formation to guard !

Small temple.

"The name is modest, but it is actually arrogant. The person who named it is interesting, but I don't know what kind of Buddha is in the temple."

Shi Yanwen suddenly remembered the footprints he saw just now, his pace was not slow, not only not slow, fearing that there would be few rivals in this world, and so on, there was no one in sight for an hour, and he didn't even hear a sound.

It is understandable that one or two such people appear, but there are more than a dozen at once...

If possible, there are probably only people here.

"Could it be that he entered the sect of asceticism that can't be seen in the world? So... it's Yanwen's luck."

The historian's luck has always been good, um... maybe.

Shi Yanwen looked at it for a while, and no longer suppressed his steps, the subtle sound made the surroundings pause, probably because of Shi Yanwen who suddenly appeared in the center of the formation, and lost his sense of proportion.

Although he was rude, his heart was inexplicably curious, like the nervousness of a young man. He always felt that this temple gave him a familiar feeling, which aroused the hidden curiosity in his heart.Or is this what it feels like to be unburdened?Although there are some mistakes, they will naturally be able to make up for them when they go down the mountain tomorrow, so let's indulge for a while.

Shi Yanwen hooked the corners of her mouth, her eyes were full of smiles, and she walked slowly to the door to straighten her clothes, ignoring the atmosphere gradually gathering around her.

Alert, warning, Shi Yanwen raised his hand and tapped, with murderous intent.

Empty, empty, empty.

Then came a clear and refined voice, "I'm really sorry for breaking into the master's formation by mistake. I'm Shi Yanwen, I've traveled around here, and seeing that it's getting late, I want to stay overnight in your place. I don't know if the master's house can make it easier for you?"

Reasonable and euphemistic, Shi Yanwen took a step back and nodded secretly, apologizing sincerely.

well.

After a while, there was silence all around, but the murderous aura around him suddenly dissipated, as if he had received an order.Shi Yanwen's eyes moved slightly, and there was a slight sound of footsteps in the temple. His breath was long and thick, and he walked without wind. He seemed to be a master of the inner family.

Shi Yanwen was inexplicably excited, how could such a reclusive person be common?

When visitors came to the door, Shi Yanwen respected the etiquette of host and guest, and kept a safe distance. It would be bad if the other party was a violent man like the black and white gentleman.Then he looked at the dark door expectantly, and when he heard the knock of the door bolt, a sharp gaze came out from the crack of the door. Shi Yanwen's eyes widened instantly, showing a look of complete surprise.

It amused the person who opened the door.

His blue eyes were reflected in the man's eyes, the gemstone on his forehead glowed with the color of sunset, and he leaned against the door wearing a thick plush shawl, with a smile on his face, "Oh, long time no see, Shi Junzi's demeanor has become more and more unexpectedly clean and neat." Yes, it really taught Xiao Wang to look at him with admiration."

"Lord Jing..."

……

His indulgence once in decades, it seems that fate did not favor him in this matter.