Golden Stage

The rain ran down the edge of the bucket, as if wearing a veil on the man. He glanced at Yan Xiaohan's subtle movements, and with a brow, he touched the long cloth bag behind his back.

At this moment, a sudden call came from the temple, interrupting the tension between the two.

"Yan--" At the critical moment, Qi Wang said, "Oh, it's okay, let him in."

Before Yan Xiaohan answered, the man immediately withdrew his hand as if he had just touched the money bag, and shouted, "You listen, you listen, Daxian has spoken, don't stand in the way, let me in!"

The man spoke, like ten mynaes clamoring in unison in their ears, shouting a broken gong, wow, wow, whistling, Yan Xiao was annoying, and he resigned unwillingly. When the man jumped off the horse's back, his sensitive ears suddenly caught a crisp sound, as if a golden stone collided, a "dang" sound, long and long, and the endless sound.

He immediately raised his eyes and stared at the man. The man approached his eyes calmly, and the corner of the mouth under the bucket drew a slight, slightly triumphant radian. The two passed by, Yan Xiaohan suddenly backhanded and picked a hook, tearing the bag on his back quickly.

The man's response was also very fast. At the same time that Yan Xiaohan started, he grabbed the other end of the parcel, and Douyu slipped back with his movement, revealing a plain face underneath *, and asked fiercely: "What are you doing?"

"Jie Jian." Yan Xiaohan said expressionlessly.

The man looked blank: "Unlock the sword? Where's the sword?"

Yan Xiaohan's eyes moved to the cloth bag in the hands of the two. The man smiled broadly at once, "You say this, this is not a sword."

"turn on."

The young man shook his head. There was a pretense of helplessness in his expression, pretending to be authentic: "You really want to see it ... okay."

Yan Xiaohan stared at him unbelievably three or two times to untie the cloth bag, circling around the cloth strips, revealing a black one, almost three feet long--

Burn a fire stick.

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

The man said very innocently: "I said it was not a sword, you have to look at it."

The attendants in the room who saw this scene all covered their mouths and lowered their heads, grinning hard. Yan Xiaohan was able to calm down and said quietly: "Bring it in, don't bring it in."

Under the eaves, he had to bow his head. The man didn't insist, let go, but whispered in front of the door, "poor sour. I didn't let go of a burning stick."

Yan Xiaohan endured again and again, finally raised his expensive hand and put him in, at the same time, he felt a strange faintness. The man looked very young, but with the old temperament of the old rivers and lakes, there was an imperceptible smoothness in his straight eyebrows. Yan Xiaohan tried again and again, and he escaped without any trace. He seemed to have expected that he would successfully enter the ruined temple, so even if he was stopped by Yan Xiaohan, he was not really angry, but he was hurting him from beginning to end.

This kind of modest and persuasive way of speaking is really familiar.

He shook his head, feeling that he might be freak out. He probably had a long-lasting difference just after he tasted some sweetness, which caused him to think of Fu Shen who couldn't help but think of anything.

Compared to Master Yan's almost hanging on his face, Wang Qi and his followers were very friendly and enthusiastic about this young man who met each other. Yan Xiaohan walked away for a while, and without a look, the man had sat next to the fire, and stretched his limbs to burn, while talking openly-His Royal Highness Qi, who had never seen the world, even listened Interesting.

"... In the last name, a single character, hit the lack of water, Yanzhou people. From the age of sixteen, I went south and north, marching around and fighting for justice ... Parents? My parents died early, I grew up eating hundreds of meals of."

"I lived in Beijing for a while and headed a merchant's Ding Nuo Yuan," he smiled embarrassedly. "Sometimes I help neighbors too, so ... I see the lady in that house."

Yan Xiaohan chuckled secretly in his heart, His Royal Highness Qi especially liked this kind of love story, more energetic than the play, and asked with enthusiasm: "What then?"

Ren Miao drank hot water and continued: "Their business in Beijing could not continue, so they rented out their house and packed it back to their hometown in Jingzhou."

Qi Wang booed, "It's a pity, it's a pity."

"It's a pity," Ren Miao smiled. "Did I come to her?"

He said, and looked back at Yan Xiaohan for a while, and saw that Lord Yan was inexplicable. He said that you chase your sweetheart and see what I do? Show that you are interested?

Qi Wang asked, "What's that family's last name? What business is it? Can you be sure she's in Jingzhou? What if they go elsewhere?"

"The surname is Meng, and the family is in the cloth business," Ren Miao said. "The matter of leaving Beijing to Jingzhou was arranged by her parents. She had no choice but to let a maid secretly send me a letter. . "

Qi Wang lost his voice: "You ... you are in love with each other ?!"

Ren Miao said, "That's natural. Otherwise, it's just wishful thinking, why am I still chasing here thousands of miles away? Although she didn't say it, she always looks forward to meeting me from time to time, and I can't let her down."

As soon as the words came out, the listeners followed, especially the family members who were deeply moved. Yan Xiaohan was also very prejudiced against him. He thought he was talking too much nonsense, but his tongue was slippery, but he was touched by the phrase "can not be disappointed." .

Silent for a long time, Yan Xiaohan said, "Okay, don't tarnish the reputation of other girls here."

Ren Miao glanced back at him again and said unconvincedly: "This elder brother, look at you, you must be married, right?"

Yan Xiao nodded coldly and asked, "You are a Yanzhou person. Have you heard of the commander of Beiyan Iron Horse Riding, Jingning Hou Fushen?"

"Have heard of him, who hasn't heard of him," Ren Miao said, "Don't you want to say that you and Jing Ninghou are the same family? IMHO, big brother, your cowhide is going to blow out. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone: "..."

"What are you looking at me for?" Ren Miao asked awkwardly.

Yan Xiaohan reluctantly calmed down and said, "I mean, since you are in Beiyan, why don't you join the Beiyan Army and earn a military feat in the future, and marry your Miss Meng in a beautiful way? You are now Even if you catch up with Jingzhou, people may not be willing to marry your daughter even if you come to your house to propose a marriage. "

"It's not good to join the army," he shook his head and smiled. "I'm an ambitious person. I don't want to build a career. I want to live with my loved ones and live a stable life. To feed the family, if I go to the army, I still do n’t know if I will come back and leave her alone in the world, I will not even close my eyes if I die. "

This man was sent by God to poke his heart. One piercing one, Yan Xiaohan almost let him poke blood, and asked unwillingly: "How do you know that Ms. Meng doesn't want Feng Guanxia to sacrifice her life? Want to follow you through poverty? "

Ren Miao flexed her leg, and a little shy and nostalgic smile appeared in her eyes, like she said to herself: "She is not such a person. Otherwise, with so many people in the world, why did she like me ..."

The gentleness that could not be hidden almost burned his eyes, Yan Xiaohan's heart was half sorrowful and half sore, what Ren Miao said was not his deepest regret and request, but he and Fu Shen, a noble prince, With a high weight, even if you don't love the stack power, how can you leave everything behind and leave?

After years of being dragged by "involuntarily," he floated in the red dust, and I was afraid that this drag would be late.

Ren Miao glanced at the lonely Yan Xiaohan, his eyes flickered, and he changed the subject leisurely: "Where are these people? Are they visiting relatives and friends?"

Yan Xiaohan didn't speak, and King Wang stubbornly said on the top of his head, "Yes, we are from Beijing and plan to vote in Jingzhou."

He didn't say much, and Ren Miao didn't follow up with a wink. He just said, "Coincidentally, maybe I can meet in Jingzhou City in the future. I will invite your brothers to drink."

At night, the rain dropped slightly. Ren Miao dried her clothes and chewed them for a meal. After eating and drinking, she carried a pile of straw and piled a floor in the corner to sleep comfortably. . Yan Xiaohan arranged for a vigil. When passing the corner, the footsteps were already very light. Ren Miao, who was supposed to be in her sleep, moved her ear tip and her eyelids followed.

They happened to look at each other.

Suddenly, an indescribable trembling rushed towards Yan Xiaohan's spiritual cover. Numerous shards passed quickly in his mind. He felt clearly, but could not catch the flash of aura.

When Ren Miao saw him, he closed his eyes casually.

Yan Xiaohan was full of doubts, and remembering the rain outside, he didn't sleep well at night '. In the early hours of the morning, there was a thunderous sound from the dome. He woke up from light sleep, and opened his eyes, and found that a personal figure was standing at the door.

His sweaty hair stood up, the first reaction was to touch the knife next to him, but the man turned around and walked towards him: "Wake up? I'm planning to call you. Get up and look, I always think this thunder is a bit wrong."

Yan Xiaohan was in a semi-recumbent posture, only to find that Ren Miao was actually very tall, with particularly long legs, and she looked very stable and reliable when she was not hippie.

They walked outside the temple door, the rain was very small, but the thick clouds in the sky did not disperse. Instead, the clouds became thicker and thicker, the electric light flickered and the thunder thundered, and lightning and sky thunder were on top of them. Every time the purple light tears the sky, even The ruined temple shook faintly.

"The terrain here is the highest. Although it won't be flooded, it will happen if it is split by thunder." Ren Miao said, "Brother, you still have to get them up and change places ..."

His voice did not fall, and silver and white light beamed against Wanjun Thunder, like a galaxy diarrhea, right on the roof of this fox fairy temple!

Ren Miao: "... come here!"

Yan Xiaohan hurried into the hall like a whirlwind, pulled up King Qi, and yelled, "Get up, run away!"

At the next moment, his collar tightened, and the entire person took Qi King in his hand, being dragged by a force, and flung away from the incense case!

At about the same time, Xueliang thunder and lightning broke through the roof, smashing the idols in the temple into pieces, the roof beams broke, and they were hitting the place where Yan Xiaohan was standing.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The author has something to say: * "Pingpingwuqi" here refers to the kind of mediocrity of Gu Tianle.

Author: Crazy hint

Lord Yan: I can't see

ps: This article insists on materialism. Although it is snowing and thundering, it will not become a magical fantasy ~ 2k novel reading network