In front of the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain, a thin man was sweating profusely and was squatting in the pedestal to repair a mule cart. He raised his head vigilantly, narrowing his eyes, like a blade.

"Dad, has it been repaired? I've said that I shouldn't be so anxious."

Ma Cuihua walked over with the small bamboo basket, used her toes to push away the scattered wooden mortise, almost kicked over a small can of butter, and her body tilted and stood firm again.

"Go and go, cool down."

Ma Kong waved his hand to drive away his daughter, glared at the young man with disgust, and deliberately poked the sharp knife of the cow's ear towards the ground.

It turned out that Ma Kong and Ma Cuihua and his daughter sold a cart of salted fish to the county town for sale. The car broke down in the afternoon, so they had to avoid the dilapidated mountain temple next to the road to repair it.

Half an hour later, a strange young man named Xin Tianyou came. He shouted that it was going to rain, and it was awesome to encounter mountain torrents. Everyone could only stay in the dilapidated temple for a night.

Ma Kong spoke terriblely, trying to drive people away.

Ma Cuihua couldn't see it and started arguing with her father. Then she pulled the boy up the mountain to collect firewood and pick mushrooms and wild vegetables.

Seeing that Ma Kong still had no good expression, Xin Tianyou took off his firewood and went back into the mountain.

It was long been seen that the father and daughter were not fishmongers and carried something that could cause a disaster. He did not want to snatch it, but he had to figure out what was going on, otherwise how could that little rain stop the itinerary?

Ma Kong's harshness and weak appearance is out of self-protection, and he feels that any stranger who is approaching is suspicious.

It’s a pity that just being vigilant is far from enough when you walk around the world, strength is the foundation.

If the father and daughter want to arrive in the county town safely, they can only fight for their lives.

Seeing Xin Tianyou disappear, Ma Kong quickly stopped his work and called his daughter over.

"Hey, girl, you have to stay away from that kid."

"Dad, what are you doing? God can't figure it out. Xiaotian is so good. A poisonous spider on the mountain just now bit me and was driven away by him."

Ma Cuihua felt guilty and did not dare to mention that she was almost bitten to death by the "mountain wind" for fear of being scolded.

Ma Kong stared at his stupid daughter with regret, sighed and said:

"Girl, my dad is dressed like this, you should guess with your toes that he is dealing with a very important case. Xintianyou, the kid, is from the wrong place..."

"Oh, my dad is so nagging. I know that every year, I'm catching thieves, and everyone is looking at. Last month, my cousin from the countryside visited our relatives and asked about our family at the entrance of the alley. You're okay, you'll catch people without asking any questions, saying that it was a thief who was 'striking'. My mother was so angry that she used a rolling pin to chase her..."

"Oh, I won't talk about this anymore. I haven't seen my distant relatives before, how can I know... Girl, this time I'm not catching a thief. I'm saying it's dangerous, but it's not dangerous. I'm saying it's not dangerous, but it's actually quite dangerous. I might even have to take care of my life..."

"Dad, are you scaring me!" Ma Cuihua was startled.

"Oh, my dad didn't say it. In short, be careful to hold on to the ship for ten thousand years... My eyelids are twitching, and I always feel something is going to happen."

Ma Kong knew that he had made a mistake and stopped immediately.

After a stick of incense, Xin Tianyou appeared again, as if carrying a small hill on his back and carrying an extra big tree bag in his hand.

Last time I picked up a bundle of thin branches, but this time it was full of small bowls of thick firewood. Looking at the freshness and unevenness of the firewood stubble noodles, it was obviously broken by bare hands.

He was covered with a load of 500 kilograms, but he was just as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Ma Kong opened his mouth but made no sound. His eyes were wider than cow's eggs, and his fear was even stronger.

Ma Cuihua went to the stream behind the temple to clean the mushrooms and salted fish, and moved out the clay pots, porcelain bowls, salt dishes and other items from the car. The ding dang dang sounded a lot. Seeing this, he asked in surprise, why are you making so much firewood?

Xintianyou said that everything is wet when it rains. If someone comes, prepare more.

He threw the firewood into the corner, used the leaves-leaved branches to sweep the open space on the left side of the shrine, moved a row of small stones to circumference three feet in circle, and moved a few large stones as stools. Then he put the tree bag into the circumference, piled up small dead branches in the center, covered a few large firewood, took out a small hole at the bottom, and stuffed the dead leaves.

Finally, he took out the scythe from his arms, put in paper velvet, and knocked it on.

Mars splashed and velvet, burning small black dots, and then igniting small flames.

With a gentle blow, the flames rose.

The whole set of actions is simple and bright, without any burden or slowness, full of rhythmic beauty.

Like the wind blowing on the water, clouds roll and clouds unfold.

Ma Cuihua was stunned, and she gave a thumbs up and praised her and talked.

It takes half a day to make a fire by yourself. Tears are flowing with smoke. Your eyes are red like a rabbit, and you are scolded by your mother... Xiaotian, your master must be a lazy guy. You are so pitiful... Oh, you can't stand the pain and escape...

Xin Tianyou remained silent.

He didn't escape, but he was almost the same as running away.

In short, I left my master and got rid of my strict eyes that always urged my learning and practice. I felt relaxed and excited. But from then on, there was no shelter or guidance. The road ahead was chaotic and all my chaotic journey was trampled on by myself. I couldn't help but be confused and my heart was empty.

The firewood in spring is heavily damp, and wisps of blue smoke appear. After a while, it fades, as if it is present or not.

The sky is getting darker and darker.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ma Kong hurriedly led the mule cart into the side hall, pulled out the Pu sword from the pile of salted fish, and hesitantly put it back.

Finally, I brought a small jar of pickles, and after a while, I found a big stone next to the fire circumference and sat down heavily. I stared at the boy with a complicated expression, and the wrinkles on my face became deeper.

Xin Tianyou only cares about adding firewood to pluck the ashes, watching the flames swaying.

The undried branches foamed out, exploding from time to time, emitting the unique fragrance of wood.

Ma Cuihua put the washed mushrooms, wild fruits and vegetables into a seven-point water pot and leaned against the edge of the surrounding. The soup had to be cooked slowly. If it was burned in a blaze, it would spread out and it would not taste.

After finishing this, she inserted the salted fish on the branches and grilled them, humming a small song in her mouth. The pickled fish were carefully washed and stopped smelling. Grain gradually dripped off, and the color was golden, which made her index finger tempting.

Dark clouds rolled and gathered, the sky was as dark as iron, and scattered raindrops began to fall.

A scattered sound of horse hooves came.

The temple was broken and there was no door, and the three of them stretched their necks and looked out.

Seven horses galloped on the road, turned to the temple and tied the reins. The two men in the lead rose from the horse's back and jumped off the steps.

The woman has luxurious clothes, beautiful and fair skin, and a vibrant spirit is revealed between her eyebrows.

I was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and I simply inserted a hairpin on my head without any embellishment of step-shaking flowers. I hung a sword and a small ball sachet around my waist. I had long legs and a heroic posture.

The middle-aged scholar had a gentle and steady appearance. He turned his head and ordered his maid to take the horse into the side hall, bowing to the temple and saying:

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I borrowed it all. We'll take shelter from the rain, so there's so much trouble."

The other party was obviously from a wealthy and powerful man, and was not the same as the civilized people. Ma Cuihua lowered her head timidly and did not dare to look at it. Xin Tianyou glanced curiously, and was stared at by the girl fiercely before retracting her gaze.

Ma Kong stood up in a hurry, bowed down and said in a stuttering voice:

"The villains are also hiding from the rain. They have just arrived. Don't bother, don't bother..."

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly and stepped into the threshold. His eyes narrowed his eyes unaware, quickly glanced at the three of them, and said to the woman beside him:

"Miss, this temple is so dilapidated that even the statue of the gods collapsed. I don't know what gods were originally worshipped. We might as well walk behind to see what mural stories are there to relieve our boredom."

The girl was stunned. Seeing the scholar blinking, she said, "Okay."

A bright white light flashed, accompanied by a deafening thunder, and the roof tiles were shattered like soybeans.

The two walked through the dim and empty back hall and stood under the eaves.

The scholar leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.

"Miss, those three people are weird."

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