Fan Xian was taken aback. He thought that a sacred and quiet place suddenly came out with such a loud shout. After taking a closer look, he realized that there were people in the Qing Temple. The person standing in front of him was a middle-aged man with sunken eyes and a nose like an eagle. Hook, looking full of viciousness.
Seeing the other party staring at him, Fan Xian felt a little displeased. He thought that according to the rules of the imperial city, this Qing Temple is a place where everyone can come to the collection of classics and history that he read. The posture of an eagle fighting a rabbit, this is a jerk.
Who the hell wants to be a rabbit master.
Fan Xian frowned and said, "Your Excellency's voice is so loud, you are not afraid of deafening people's ears."
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man looked very serious, pushed him over, and shouted in a low voice: "Quickly retreat, there are people in the temple who are praying, please don't disturb me." It is full of official flavor.
Fan Xian didn't notice this. Ever since he dug graves with Mr. Fei when he was a child, he has developed a slight obsession with cleanliness. Looking at the hands that were getting closer and closer to him, he frowned, crossed his hands, and pinched the opponent's wrist.
There was a soft snap.
The two people, one big and one small, looked at each other in amazement at the same time, and found that their techniques were extremely similar, and they were like two snakes entwined, unable to be torn apart.
"Hey." The middle-aged man let out a soft moan, his eyes brightened, and a dark force flowed out like a river, entering Fan Xian's body from his wrist.
Fan Xian snorted. How could he have thought that he would encounter such a master out of nowhere. There was a scorching heat on his back, and the domineering qi that had been quiet for many years reacted in an instant. His dantian rushed out, and confronted the opponent abruptly. remember.
With a soft buzzing sound, the dust on the stone steps was lifted up by the impact of two dark forces, forming a very strange gray ball, which quickly dispersed.
The two were shocked and took a few steps apart. The middle-aged man covered his lips and coughed twice. Fan Xian remained expressionless, as if there was nothing wrong.
The middle-aged man looked at him coldly, and said, "You have such a domineering spirit at such a young age, whose family are you?"
"Why do you care who I am, I just want to enter the Qing Temple to pray for blessings, why do you stop me?" Fan Xian looked at him coldly.
"There are noble people in the temple, young man, you should wait a little longer." The middle-aged man just felt that the other party's technique was similar to his own, and thought that the other party might be a child from a certain family in Kyoto, and he had an old relationship with him, so he gradually lost his mind murderous intent.
A smile flashed in Fan Xian's eyes: "In the laws of the Qing Dynasty, there is no rule that you have to queue up for offering sacrifices to temples."
The middle-aged man frowned, feeling that the boy was so annoying, he flicked his sleeves and went into the temple, leaving Fan Xian outside the temple.
Fan Xian opened his mouth to speak, but there was a feeling of distress in his chest and a sweetness in his throat. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and covered his mouth. When he was fighting secretly before, fortunately at the critical moment, his right index finger flicked the opponent's pulse gate silently - all because his understanding of the human body structure is more profound than these martial arts masters, otherwise he might suffer. The injury is even worse.
At this time, when he looked at the heavy wooden door again, there was a trace of fear in his eyes, and he no longer dared to try to push the seemingly immovable door again.
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Fan Xian coughed twice, and his pretty face showed a bit of sternness. Since he couldn't beat the opponent, he had no choice but to retreat and save the fight for another day. Just as he turned to leave, he found the wooden door behind him opened again. The middle-aged master who hurt himself stood at the door and said coldly: "The master ordered that the young man go to the side hall to pray for blessings and not enter the main hall."
After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Don't enter the main hall, do you hear me?"
Fan Xian turned around, glanced at the middle-aged man, then at the seemingly unfathomable Sensenqing Temple, frowned, flicked his sleeves, and just stepped across the high threshold without looking back He walked in the direction of the side hall.
Seeing that after this setback, the young man was still not in a hurry, not impatient, not timid, and still sticking to his original goal, a gleam of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged master.
The middle-aged man closed the temple door, frowned and looked around, thinking that these little bastards actually let the boy come to the temple gate, so he must practice hard when he goes back at night.
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Qingmiao is a quiet place, and Qingguo people are a very realistic nation—if ordinary people pray for blessings, they would rather go to the Dongshan Temple in the west of Kyoto to pay homage to the Songzi Niangniang and those gods who look like local rich people.
But Qing people respect and fear the sky, and the emperor is the so-called son of heaven, so the Qing Temple became a place where the royal family worshiped the sky. Although the Qing Temple is still open to the people of Kyoto in normal times, none of the people like the sense of austerity that is too much pressure.
The main hall of the Qing Temple is the building that resembles the Temple of Heaven. The two-story round eaves protrude one after another, which is very beautiful.
The middle-aged man stood respectfully outside the main hall, looked at the nobles in the hall who were admiring the colorful paintings on the wall with their hands behind their backs, and said in a low voice, "According to the master, let the young man go to the side hall."
The nobleman is about forty years old, his appearance is not heroic, but his brows and eyes have a look of disdain for the world, but it is diluted by a trace of fatigue that is not easy to detect.
"Whose boy is that young man, he can match your palm." The nobleman asked with a smile.
The middle-aged man is so strong in martial arts, but he is really like a follower in front of him, and he honestly replied: "I don't know, I just reported to the master just now, the path he took is similar to... the path of the guard at home. "
The nobleman was a little surprised: "Oh? Could it be the boy of Li Zhi's family?"
The middle-aged man smiled wryly and said, "Although this subordinate has always been too lazy to deal with people, Prince Jing still knows him."
"Oh." The nobleman oh again, and turned his head to look at the murals on the wall. He has too many things to think about every day, and it is rare to have such a leisure time, so he does not want to be disturbed by these small things. The teenagers entered the side hall to pray for blessings, just purely thinking that it is a good thing that the country can produce more young talents.
The middle-aged man stood quietly outside the hall, occasionally looking towards the side hall.
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After a long time, there was a commotion outside the hall, and the nobleman suddenly frowned and said, "Young girl, why don't you go to the hall to rest?"
The middle-aged man was slightly startled, and listened to the voice from that direction with all his strength, raised his head and said in shame: "The princess has gone to the side hall."
The nobleman frowned and said: "Nonsense..." He suddenly thought of something, his face changed slightly: "Go and see, and besides... bring that young man to show me."
"Yes." The middle-aged man was about to leave when he was ordered to leave. Suddenly there was a bird cry outside the Qing Temple, and then the temple door was pushed open. Painted Epistle.