"So what! I don't practice the art of dual cultivation, so what's wrong with being a man?" The young man still defended, with a blush on his delicate and pretty face.

Li Xianyuan said: "You are a cultivator, I am just a mortal."

The young man opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Li Xianyuan: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"In the eyes of mortals, I may also be a cultivator with spiritual roots, but you know that my spiritual roots are very weak, and I may not be able to successfully build the foundation even for a few years, so why waste my good time. And in the future, when your beauty is still the same, I have already

He has a gray beard and white hair. Ji Canghai, please go back."

Li Xianyuan's face was full of seriousness when he said these words. Who doesn't want to practice cultivation?

The beautiful young man opposite had a problem with his focus. A touching blush appeared on his cheeks, and he said in a crisp and excited voice: "So you didn't reject me because I am a man!?"

Li Xianyuan remained silent. After a brief silence, he turned and walked towards the grass. After taking a few steps, he turned back and looked at the girl in black Taoist robes who was still standing there...or rather, the boy.

"My Journey to the West was originally at your place."

"You mean this?" Ji Canghai turned his palm over, and a stack of thin and yellowed paper appeared between his fingers.

"Well, give it to me."

"Don't you know how to say please?" Ji Canghai muttered. Before he could see how hard he was, the pile of yellow paper fluttered towards Li Xianyuan and was immediately caught.

"Then please bring the book over." Li Xianyuan put the yellow paper in his arms. "Don't steal the book next time. Rewriting is very troublesome."

Ji Canghai's pretty face turned red, her bright eyes looked around and hesitantly said: "Stealing books is not stealing! Stealing books...can it be called stealing when it comes to cultivators?"

The only person who responded to him was the figure of Li Xianyuan who pushed aside the waist-deep grass and returned to the green donkey.

"It's time to go." Li Xianyuan turned over and rode on the green donkey, patting the donkey's back gently, as if telling it, and also seemed to say to Ji Canghai beside him.

Ding bell——ding bell——

The crisp swaying sound of the bell gradually faded away. The green donkey and the boy gradually disappeared on the forest path.

Watching Li Xianyuan disappear, Ji Canghai's eyes curved up, his nose wrinkled and he murmured: "You didn't say I'm not allowed to follow you."

…

Wuhou County-Dongmen

The city wall is three feet high, and the moat extends along the city wall to the end of the line of sight. As the most prosperous place within six hundred miles, this place lives up to its name. There is a long queue on the official road outside the city gate, and these people who have come from other places are waiting to arrive.

Enter the city.

It was already the morning of the next day. After driving slowly along Baili Mountain Road and Guandao Road, Li Xianyuan finally arrived outside Wuhou County.

Registration for children is tomorrow, so there is plenty of time.

Li Xianyuan got off the donkey and led the green donkey forward slowly with the flow of people. There were many students in the team dressed as scholars. They were of different ages and wore headscarves. Even when queuing, they did not forget to hold a volume in their hands and shake their heads.

He entered the city very quickly. In less than a moment of tea, Li Xianyuan had already reached the front row. The officers and soldiers stationed at the city gate casually glanced at him before letting him in.

Li Xianyuan stepped into the wide city gate, unaware that in the queue behind him, a dirty little beggar was staring at him from a distance. As soon as he entered the city, a hustle and bustle came on him. The sound of hawking and shouting could be heard endlessly. Both sides of the broad blue brick road were filled with goods.

Small stall vendors.

Accustomed to the deserted atmosphere, Li Xianyuan felt slightly uncomfortable here at first. He came to a stall and asked about the location of the inn.

The hawker was about to get angry because his business was interrupted, but when he saw the sincerity on Li Xianyuan's face, most of his anger disappeared, and he kindly pointed out the direction for him.

After thanking him, Li Xianyuan followed the instructions and pulled the green donkey forward slowly.

The spring breeze is gentle and the willow trees are drooping.

After leaving the vicinity of the city gate, the hawkers shouted and gradually disappeared. Stepping onto the arch bridge, the broad green lake under the bridge was like a natural bronze mirror, shining in the midday sun.

The waves were sparkling, and the cruise ship was moving like a shuttle. There were constant laughter on the ship, and I didn’t know whose young lady was traveling together.

In the distance, a huge flower boat with ornately carved beams docked at the lakeside, and the singing and dancing of birds and birds were blown to the bridge by the wind, along with a smell of rouge and gouache.

Many literati stood by the lake, playing folding fans in small groups, shaking their heads and reciting poems and poems, trying to attract the attention of the ladies from the official boats on the lake, and staged a drama of a talented man meeting a beautiful woman.

Li Xianyuan stood on the bridge and looked at the calm lake. The waves in his heart gradually calmed down after entering the city.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the bridge, and little girls from unknown families went out to play in groups, whispering and pointing at the lake. One of the girls saw Li Xianyuan looking at the bridge, her eyes lit up, and she pulled her companion to point to Li Xianyuan.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, it is the season of spring. The once-in-a-year childbirth test is about to happen, and many girls go out to look for the one they love.

Although Li Xianyuan's gown is shabby, the look on his handsome face cannot be wiped off. The only benefit brought by his spiritual root is that it gives him a bit of the aura of a cultivator. They don't care that Li Xianyuan is still a young man.

There are many people in this world who start a family at the age of twelve or thirteen.

The girls didn't know what they said, laughing at each other and secretly looking at Li Xianyuan with blushing faces.

Li Xianyuan found them, bowed his hands, took the green donkey and left the arch bridge with the disappointed expressions of the girls.

A little beggar caught up from behind, glared at several girls viciously for some unknown reason, and then chased after Li Xianyuan in front of them.

Arriving at the door of the inn, the waiter came up to him and quickly took the green donkey from Li Xianyuan's hand. Li Xianyuan took out the baggage from the basket on his back, opened the curtain and entered the inn.

A hot wave of noise rushed towards us. Most of the seats on the first floor were full, with noisy conversations and the aroma of wine and meat filling the air. The waiter who had set up the green donkey outside then entered the inn and nodded to Li Xianyuan: "Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"

"An ordinary guest room." Looking around, Li Xianyuan said to the waiter.

The waiter responded and shouted to the shopkeeper at the top of his lungs: "One room in room 13~"

After a while, the waiter took the door number and led Li Xianyuan upstairs. Not long after, a sneaky figure poked his head in from outside the door.

"Sir, you..." The waiter came in with a shadow, and the smile on the waiter's face froze and gradually faded away: "We are not closed yet, you can come back later to get the leftovers."

The beggar who came in from the door put his hands on his hips and raised his small chest and shouted: "What do you mean, I look like a beggar! I'm not here to beg. Come to a guest room, please give me the number fourteen."

The waiter didn't say anything and looked at the little beggar up and down. He was in tatters, his face was black, and he smelled sour. He didn't look like a young master who was paying a private visit in disguise.

"Why, are you still afraid that I don't have any silver?" The little beggar glared and took out a handful of broken silver from his arms.

The beggar's broken silver was somewhat novel, and many customers who heard the news came to look at it with interest.

"Hey, if you have money, you are the master." The flattering smile appeared on his face again. The waiter turned to the shopkeeper and said in a loud voice: "Top shopkeeper, please take a room in the herringbone number 14~"

…

After being introduced to the guest room, the waiter stepped away. Li Xianyuan turned around and closed the door. The noise downstairs was blocked by a thin wooden door.

Putting the bundle on the round table and unfolding it, Li Xianyuan reached into his arms, took out the dozen or so pages of paper, and carefully sandwiched them between the seams of the Three-Character Sutra.

Ever since we learned that the story of Monk Tang and his disciples traveling to the West for Buddhist scriptures has been widely circulated in the world, storytelling and shadow puppets are commonplace, but they have never been compiled into books. In the original Journey to the West, disasters such as the Daughter's Kingdom and the Three Strikes of Bone Demons do not exist either.

I don't know whether it was because it was not handed down or for other reasons. Li Xianyuan then made a plan.

He spent several years writing down the memories in his mind one after another. He planned to hand-print it into a book after he passed the Tongsheng examination and was baptized by the aura of awe.

At the same time, he is also looking forward to the spread of this book. You must know that this is a mythical world. Tang Monk and his disciples are real people. There are many difficulties in ninety-nine and eighty-one. Those who become Buddhas become Buddhas, and those who become Bodhisattvas become Bodhisattvas.

, Zhu Bajie also became the messenger of the Purifying Altar. When this book is popularized, he may have the chance to meet the real person. It is hard to say about the other four, but the monkey has never been an honest master.

"It's a pity that I don't know much about the other three of the four great classics. Otherwise, restoring the four great classics will be regarded as spreading the culture of the past life." Li Xianyuan muttered to himself, put away his baggage, put on his long gown, opened the door and walked out of the room.

On the other side, the little beggar was brought into the room by the waiter. Just as the waiter was about to leave, the little beggar suddenly turned around and whispered mysteriously to the waiter who was about to leave: "Watcher, is Room No. 13 next door?"

The waiter chuckled: "When you go out from here, turn left, right, then right, go up the stairs, turn right, and go ten steps forward."

The little beggar opened his mouth wide: "Aren't numbers 13 and 14 next to each other?"
Chapter completed!