After leaving Jingzhou City, Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran rode south along the main road until the evening when the light became a little dim, and then slowed down.

"Second brother, there is a mountain temple in front of you. Let's rest there tonight, right?" Li Xiaoran looked ahead for a while, then turned to Lin Chen and asked.

"Okay." Lin Chen nodded.

Nanzhou is different from other places. Since it is called Nanling, it naturally has many steep mountains and slopes. In addition, there is no official management to manage road construction. Therefore, once it is far away from the territory of a large city like Jingzhou City, the road will begin to become difficult to walk. Even if a martial arts practitioner like Lin Chen is walking for one or two days, it is okay, but if you run around for a long time, it will not be able to withstand it. Moreover, at this moment, Lin Chen is still injured and cannot withstand such a long time of tossing, so he is a little tired after walking this day.

The two of them turned over and got off the horse, pulled the reins, and led the horse towards the mountain temple.

The mountain temple is not big, and the statues worshipped in the temple have long disappeared, but the entire temple is still clean. Judging from the traces of fire and gray on the ground and the shallow footprints around, people should often come in and out of this place. The biggest possibility is that the temple has transformed from a mountain temple and has become the destination of the people in the martial arts world.

Lin Chen tied the horses to the temple gate. When he walked into the temple, Li Xiaoran had already sat down.

"There are still many broken branches in this place, which should be left over from the last wave of people who stayed here. This is good, so we won't be able to pick up branches again." Li Xiaoran said, then walked to a corner of the house, picked up a small pile of wooden sticks with broken leaves from there, walked to Lin Chen, casually placed them at his feet, and selected a few thicker ones from the pile of wooden sticks, and placed the word "well" on the ground.

After putting the word "well", Li Xiaoran selected a few wooden sticks that were smaller than the first few from the pile of firewood, and continued to stack them up on the basis just now, and so on. Soon, a small tower was placed.

"It's almost a little primer." Li Xiaoran looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He got up and walked out of the mountain temple. Soon, Lin Chen saw him walking in with his hands holding a handful of dry leaves.

"Second brother, let's light the fire!" Li Xiaoran first stuffed a small pile of dead leaves through the gap between the firewood into the hole of the word "well", and then smiled at Lin Chen.

"Okay!"

Lin Chen nodded, opened the bag that had just been taken off, took out a fire slit from it, and put the fire mouth into the small tower of the word "well", and then blew it gently. The fire mouth of the fire slit gradually lit up a ray of fire, and it was in contact with the dead leaves. After a short time, it ignited.

"If you only burn dead leaves, you won't ignite these firewood." Li Xiaoran looked at the burning dead leaves. The fire was big enough, but the dead leaves didn't burn long enough. So he took out some wooden sticks with bark, peeled off the bark from the wooden sticks as much as possible, and threw them into the fire. After a long time of struggle, when the sky outside was almost dark, the fire rose up.

At night.

Just as Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran were chatting while eating dry food, they suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. Then, they saw several people walking in from outside the door. These people were dressed in a casual dress, with a gourd and a weapon hanging from their waists, with a knife and a sword, and a bag and a hat behind them, and a standard dress of a gangster.

Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran were looking at them, and these people were also looking at Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran.

Compared with the two people who were interested in Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran, when they saw Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran, they did not show any strange looks like they did. Instead, they felt that it was normal. Moreover, looking at the two of them, they were probably the same as them.

The leader was an old man about fifty years old. He walked in first, nodded to Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran, smiled, signaled, and then sat down in another corner of the temple by the fire.

"Huh... I'm so tired..." The man following him breathed a sigh of relief, sat down carelessly, while removing the burden behind him, and muttering to himself: "Fortunately there is a temple here, otherwise I would have to sleep in the wild again tonight."

As he said, he suddenly looked up and saw Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran looking at them. So a smile appeared on his face and he said hello: "The two guys are also from the martial arts world?"

Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran were found staring at the man so much, but when they heard the man’s question, they nodded and replied, “Yes.”

"That's it..." The man nodded, and then while packing his own things, he sighed: "It's so good to be young!"

What does this mean?

The man stopped talking, but the old man sitting next to him lit his pipe and took a big sip. He looked at Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran and asked, "I guess the two guys came for the Zhao family, right?"

Zhao Family?

Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran both looked confused when they heard this.

What Zhao family?

The old man was stunned for a moment when he saw the expressions of the two of them, and then asked, "It seems that the two guys don't know about this?"

Lin Chen shook his head and said, "We brothers have been rushing here. We don't know the Zhao family that the old man said, nor what happened to them."

"So that's it." The old man nodded and said, "Actually, this is not a secret. As long as the two guys pay a little attention to the rumors in the surrounding towns, you will know. In Jiangling County ahead, there was a wealthy family named Zhao. Mr. Zhao suddenly fell ill two months ago and was still bedridden. No matter how many famous doctors he hired, it was useless. Until now, rumors such as "Mr. Zhao was entangled by something unclean" have been circulating in the village. Later... the people of the Zhao family really had no choice, so they posted a reward outside. If anyone can cure Mr. Zhao's illness, they will give each other three hundred taels. Even if it cannot be cured, as long as the cause of the disease can be found, there will be a good reward of fifty taels. Not... we are planning to try our luck!"

The man sitting next to him smiled and said, "Three hundred taels! Not to mention the three hundred taels for now. Even if it is fifty taels, if you save some money, it will be enough to spend two months!"

"Yes, yes!" After hearing this, several other people also started discussing it out loud.

Lin Chen asked in confusion when he heard this: "Old sir, please forgive me for being frank. Even if the Zhao family's master is sick and cannot be cured, the ones you are looking for should be those traveling doctors, alchemists, etc., right? Why are you..."

The old man sighed and smiled, "I'm ashamed. When the old man was young, he practiced some fist and foot skills. Later, he was frivolous and picked up a hatchet and went out to the world. He was originally with a few masters, but they all said that the old man had a poor talent and was not suitable for martial arts. But the old man was not convinced. Later, he kept thinking about it himself, but his martial arts was never too diligent. In the end, there was no way, so he learned some other things, such as hexagrams, medicine, and even practiced a little bit of juggling. The guy looked at them, and everyone was similar. He didn't do well in the world, and he had no shame to go back to meet his parents and fellow villagers. He got together like this. If there was any work on weekdays, then he would take a look. If there was no work, he would go to some counties and towns to perform kung fu, juggle, make a living, and maintain a livelihood..."

After the old man finished speaking, he took another big breath of cigarette, smiled, and said apologetically: "It's been a long time since the old man has seen someone who is like two young men who are out of the world, so he doesn't stop saying this at once. Don't be surprised!"

The old man said so much, and it was one thing to tell the story. On the other hand, it was because Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran were too young, and they were probably less than twenty years old. When he left home and walked around the world when he was young, he was about the same age as Lin Chen and Li Xiaoran, so the old man seemed to see the shadow of his youthful recklessness in these two people, so he wanted to use this to vaguely remind him that the world was not as beautiful as the storyteller said.

"It's okay." Lin Chen smiled, and then asked with interest: "Old sir, you have been in the world for so many years, so you must have encountered many strange and strange things, right? Can you tell me?"

When the old man heard Lin Chen's question, he no longer continued to get entangled in the topic just now. Instead, he took a cigarette, took over Lin Chen's topic, nodded, and smiled: "There are so many strange stories in the world. If the guy wants to hear it, it doesn't matter if the old man says it..."

(Second update)
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