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"Well?"
Zhang Shaochen was stunned and froze on the spot.
"Dare to ask the hall master, who do I need to ask for leave? The Dharma protector?"
When he said this, he regretted it in his heart, because when he heard Hall Master Ling's words, he suddenly thought:
"I am just an ordinary disciple of the Water Spirit Hall. If I have to leave the mountain to ask for leave, how can I go to the hall master directly? Perhaps, I should find Yin Zhiang, which is more suitable."
While feeling ashamed and remorseful, Hall Master Ling said with a cheerful smile:
"Shaochen, you should ask the saint for leave."
"The person who usually looks for you is not me, but her."
"Is that so" Zhang Shaochen's face suddenly became a little embarrassed.
But after thinking about it, he felt that Master Ling was right.
Take a look at what happened in the past few months, didn't Dugu Yu Ni ask him to do most of it?
So he hurriedly bowed and left, and went to Hanyang Peak.
Because he has been here a few times, he has become acquainted with the guard disciples of Hanyang Peak.
So now he came to Hanyang Peak, saying that he was going to the psychic palace to see Dugu Saintess, there was no obstacle at all, he was just routinely searched, and he was let go.
When he saw Dugu Yu Ni in front of the psychic palace, he told the saint that he wanted to go down the mountain for a while.
Hearing that he would ask for leave to go down the mountain for a period of time, which might take more than a month, Dugu Yu Ni's first reaction was to be silent.
When Zhang Shaochen saw this, he immediately felt uneasy, for fear of being made things difficult by this noble and savage witch.
The tragic past of food bait and poison testing tools resurfaced in his mind in an instant.
When he was worrying about gains and losses and being suspicious, Dugu Yu Ni bit her lips, and after a long pause, she said:
"good."
A simple word made the young man feel relieved.
When I asked for leave, I didn't say much.
But when Zhang Shaochen was finally about to go down the mountain, Dugu Yu Ni sent the maid of Luxiang to give him a box of high-quality healing pills and a box of top-grade talismans.
Luxiang also passed on the words of the saint, saying:
"Zhang Shaochen, you are still young, don't worry about anything, safety first."
Zhang Shaochen was also very moved when he heard this.
And Luxiang is already commensurate with his siblings, so when parting, there are naturally gifts and reminders.
After being treated like this, Zhang Shaochen suddenly had an idea that he had never thought of before:
"It turns out that I am in Dongling Mountain, and there are people who miss me"
When going down the mountain, he also wanted to go over and say hello to Yin Xiaolian.
However, after thinking about it again, the time to go down the mountain this time is neither short nor long, and more than a month will pass soon.
Now go to say goodbye to my little sister face to face. According to my understanding of her, this little sister is full of emotions. Hearing that I have to go down the mountain for more than a month, I will definitely cry on the spot.
So he thought:
"never mind."
"Don't make her cry."
"I'll tell Brother He and ask him to turn around and say hello to Xiao Lian, that's all."
Thinking of this, he went to He Lewei, explained a few words, then picked up his sword, carried his bag, and went down the mountain dressed in white.
The mountains and rivers are far away, and the road is meandering. He first returned to his hometown in Hangzhou on the east road of the south of the Yangtze River.
In fact, it has been many years since he left Hangzhou.
Especially when I lived in Hangzhou, I was still a child, and many memories have long been blurred.
But unexpectedly, upon arriving in Hangzhou, almost before entering the city, a different kind of throbbing would be felt in his heart.
This is an extremely familiar throbbing.
A river, two stone bridges, seven or eight willow trees, three or four thatched huts, just such simple scenery in the south of the Yangtze River made his heart tremble.
After so many years, these ordinary suburban scenery have not changed.
In fact, he didn't need to see these familiar scenes anymore. Just the familiar smell in the air made him feel very familiar and aroused nostalgic thoughts.
He passed through the city.
Passing by Qingshan Pinghu, Yanliuhuaqiao.
Passing by half of the city with mountains and rivers, and half of the city with prosperity.
Seven or eight years have passed, but the cityscape of Hangzhou remains the same.
Going to the suburbs on the other side, approaching the former Zhang's manor, he also sawThe scenery remains the same, and the gate building remains the same.
If there is any change, it is just that the moss marks on the courtyard wall have become more and deeper, and the camphor and osmanthus trees in the courtyard wall have grown taller and denser.
The hometown haunted by so many dreams is now in front of him, but Zhang Shaochen did not dare to approach it immediately.
He just hid behind a camphor tree dozens of steps away from the gate of the manor, and looked at the Zhang's manor where he used to live from afar.
Why didn't you dare to approach for a while?
Just because he wants to leave time for himself to cry
In the manor, where everything seems to be the same, the owner has long since changed.
Only by letting the tears wash down his cheeks wantonly can he vent the grief in his heart.
"A man doesn't flick his tears easily, but he doesn't reach the point of sadness."
The tearful teenager is now at such a sad place.
With hazy tears in his eyes, he looked at his home with the same scenery, feeling infinitely sad.
Especially when he thought of how warm and joyful it was when he was running and playing in front of the garden and behind the house when he was a child, and when his parents teased him.
But how warm and happy that time was, how sad and painful it is now.
In fact, when walking all the way from Hangzhou city, he had already found out that his former home was bought by a big salt merchant from Nantong state not long after the accident.
As the years have changed, things have long changed.
So when the hearty crying came to an end, Zhang Shaochen wiped away his tears, straightened his clothes, tidied up his emotions, and walked towards the gate of the manor as if nothing had happened.
The gatekeeper is an elderly man.
His last name is Chen, and his first name is De.
Chen De Chen's old man's face is full of wrinkles, just like a piece of withered orange peel, which is weather-beaten at first glance.
However, although his skin is not good, old man Chen De's spirit is still very good.
Especially, when he heard Zhang Shaochen pretending to be curious about the murder of the Zhang family that happened here that year, old man Chen suddenly became excited.
Originally, being the gatekeeper was quite lonely and boring.
Finally, a young man who is pleasing to the eye came to ask me about something, why don't I talk about it?
So old man Chen took the initiative to hold the young man back, and handed him a cup of cloudy tea, and then began to tell the young man about the murder case in an eloquent and eloquent way in front of the gate.
When telling the story, the old man Chen De was smiling, dancing, exaggerating from time to time and making strange noises to enhance the horror of the plot.
Obviously, this boring old man Chen was taking a tragic incident as a gossip in the market, and happily told the young man.
He also did not recognize at all that the young man who was listening attentively in front of him was actually the survivor of the old murder that he said!
Even, the old man Chen De, the gatekeeper, became happy while talking.
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