"Persistence is used to describe the dead." Yu Kun said aggrievedly: "Beauty, I am a living person."
The corner of Fengguang's mouth twitched, "Then go to hell!"
"I'm dead, so how can there be a scene where a beauty saves a romantic man?" Yu Kun is really thick-skinned, and still the kind that can't be shaken by thunder.
Feng Jing glanced at him, "You are all wet, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"With a beautiful woman by your side, why not feel comfortable?"
"you!"
"Be careful." He grabbed her wrist and made her stop.
Looking back, Feng Jing saw a dilapidated wall in front of her. She didn't look at the road just now. If Yu Kun didn't hold her back, she would have hit this wall.
Yu Kun raised his hand again, flicking her forehead, "Look, carelessness is a very dangerous thing."
"I don't need you to pull me, I can see it myself." She said stiffly, but she was actually panicking in her heart.
Yu Kun didn't poke her hard mouth, but just laughed, "Okay, okay, I'm troubled."
Scenery inexplicably felt that she was having a naive illusion, she turned her head away from him, and simply couldn't see him, but when she saw the ruined temple in her vision, she was puzzled again, "There is a flood here, and the flowers and plants are all submerged. Why is it that only this temple, apart from being a little broken, doesn’t seem to have been touched by water?”
"Maybe we can go in and have a look." Yu Kun seriously suggested this.
Although Jingjing didn't like Yu Kun, she didn't object to his suggestion, and walked into the ruined temple together with Yu Kun, what she saw was a dilapidated scene.
Looking at the clay statue in the center of the hall, Feng Jing blinked her eyes and said suspiciously: "The enshrined here... seems to be a female Bodhisattva?"
"It's a skirt, isn't it a woman?"
The clay statue looks very old, so the face is a bit incomplete, and we can only guess from her clothing that it is a female Bodhisattva enshrined here.
Looking at the plaque on the clay statue again, she read crookedly: "Fisher Girl Temple?"
"It's Yuru Temple." Yu Kun corrected.
Feng Feng regained the scene, "I made a mistake and it was all because the word was blurred."
"That's right, it's all because the words on the plaque are unclear." Yu Kun agreed.
Feng Jing glanced at him unexpectedly again, thinking that his temper has become a little better? But she didn't care about this question, but asked: "Is the one enshrined here a fisher girl?"
"Looking at her attire, she doesn't look like a fisherwoman." Yu Kun said, "Her attire is a blue and white shirt with a wooden plaque hanging around her waist. Although she can't see the style clearly, she looks like an innocent female disciple. .”
"Isn't that someone from the Immortal Gate?" Feng Feng shook his head again, "No, how did you know so clearly?"
"They are all people who are going to Wuwangtian to learn art from a teacher, can they not know this little information?" He opened the fan again, and said coquettishly: "If the clothes of the sect are too ugly, but they are not worthy of my son, my Feng." God handsome."
Feng Feng scoffed, "You fell into the water just now, why didn't you drop your fan?"
Although the weather is not cold now, his clothes are still wet, and the wind blown by this fan will feel a bit chilly on his body, but he behaves gracefully and calmly.
"The fan is responsible for the appearance, so naturally it can't be lost." Yu Kun said it with awe-inspiring righteousness, as if it was really the case.