County Town Chapter 40 Little Young Master

  Santana stopped outside the east gate of the province, and Yitian asked him to leave after getting out of the car. Then he stood in front of a mother and daughter selling pot covers, bought seven more pot covers, walked into a grove inside the campus, looked around without being noticed, held the pile of pot covers like a small mountain with both hands, lightly stepped on the wooden floor with his toes, and floated up to the second floor of the old sixth dormitory with light hands and feet.

  A sudden cry of fear echoed through the dormitory.

  "Blow out the candle!" "Check the room!" "Throw away the sign!"

  At that moment, the six boys were busy dealing with the sudden situation, but unexpectedly found that standing at the door was that stunned-looking, one-day-absent roommate, Yi classmate. What's more unexpected is that this guy was holding seven steaming hot pot lids in his hands.

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  "Is your name Yì Tiān Xíng?" A classmate was stuffing his mouth with scallion oil flavored potstickers.

  Yes.

  "Haven't seen you for a day, where did you run off to? In the evening when playing cards, we couldn't gather our feet together, and in the end, just as we were all gathered, the power went out, so we had to secretly light some candles."

  Yitian smiled foolishly.

  Tomorrow is Sunday, the people in the 247 dormitory started playing cards again after finishing the potstickers. At first, they enthusiastically invited Yitian Xing to join, but later discovered that this little guy with the surname Yi was too cunning and never lost, so they gave him the nickname Dongfang Bubai (Invincible East) and then ruthlessly kicked him out.

  Yitian Xing really likes this feeling.

  After being kicked open, Yi Tianxing happily hugged the basin to the water pool beside the toilet to take a cool shower. While washing, he unexpectedly found that the crimson color on his chest was getting deeper and deeper, and it gradually gave birth to some spiritual movement. He frowned and thought about it, deciding to go to the Temple of Return to ask for advice from the wooden Brin Buddhist monk after a few days.

  After the night grew deep, he lay in bed, feeling a bit mentally exhausted. Before the official start of school, this strange college student had already attended a gathering of the provincial city's underworld, and soon after returning to school, he resumed his identity as a student - the alternation between these two identities left him somewhat bewildered, especially when he discovered that he could switch between them so naturally, which made him suspect that he might have a split personality. Thinking about this, he let out a bitter smile, and suddenly thought of that poor classmate from middle school, his heart strongly rejecting the atmosphere in the wine house earlier, secretly making up his mind to stay away from these things as much as possible from now on.

  His mood calmed down a bit, smelling the scent emitted by the new pillow, he started writing a letter to Lelai, although there was no candlelight, but with the help of the hazy moonlight outside the window, it was enough.

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  Whether it's a slum or a villa, whether it's a high mountain or a small town in Jiangnan, the moonlight that bathes everything at night is the same.

  In a quaint courtyard within the provincial city, there was a beautiful young man with an air of innocence on his face gazing at the bright moon outside the window. He touched the Maru pearl on his wrist and turned back to ask: "Is there any response from the abbot of the Return to the Origin Temple?"

  "Master, it's quiet over there as usual." The one who replied to him was a blind man wearing a green long shirt, dressed in a somewhat strange and old-fashioned way, with an ancient tone in his address to the young man.

  The young man hooked his fingers around the ends of his black hair, which was as smooth as silk, and said in a low voice: "A few days ago, I sensed that there was an activation of a treasure at Guiyuan Temple, with incredible power. It should be the Tianjiaoshan. It's strange, since we know that our Jixiangtian is determined to get the Tianjiaoshan this time, why did the monks of Guiyuan Temple dare to use this treasure now? Did they encounter an enemy that was difficult to resist?"

  It turned out that this exceptionally beautiful young man was actually the little master of Tianji Heaven from three days ago.

  That blind man called Zhu Shu slightly tilted his head and said, "Young master mentioned it earlier, so I calculated a divination. The wind rises from the southeast, the heart of the divination is unstable, the number becomes one three, I'm afraid there will be changes in this matter." After a pause, he continued, "This divination actually appeared on that student who came out of the Return to the Origin Temple that day."

  "Did that student have any unusual symptoms?"

  "Today, a disciple from within the sect secretly followed him, and it turns out that this person is a member of the Gu family. For now, nothing suspicious can be seen."

  The young master seemed to believe Uncle Zhu's words, and after a moment of quiet contemplation, he said: "But we must continue. Although after the 49th year, our interactions with Taiwan gradually decreased, and later Haoran Tian contributed more to the official government, due to political considerations, it was inconvenient for us to interact too closely with that branch who crossed the strait back then, but after all, they are of the same vein, and the incense sentiment is still there. Now that they are being suppressed by Lin Bo's side, we should help if we can."

  Bamboo Uncle thought for a moment and said, "According to rumors, Lin Bo didn't take any action against our disciples in Taiwan earlier. Instead, it was the other side that was dissatisfied with the arrogance of his subordinates and took action out of anger. It seems that we are somewhat at fault."

  Young Master said quietly: "Uncle Bamboo has watched me grow up since I was a child, he should understand that what's in my heart is not as simple as Lin Bo."

  Bamboo Uncle lowered his head and replied, "I know." After a while, he said again, "But this time Lin Bo came to the mainland to invest, and all the way was received by the official, if we make a move, won't it cause trouble with Haoran Tian?"

  The little master's eyes, which shone like stars, suddenly became distant for a moment, and after a while, they flashed back with determination. He said firmly, "These are internal matters, and it's not up to Haoran Tian to decide."

  "What's going on?" Bamboo Uncle finally spoke up, but Young Master had already sternly ordered: "No one is allowed to tell Father and Big Brother!"

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  "We, the auspicious heavens, have always emphasized the importance of refining our equipment and have many precious treasures. Why must we take the heavenly cloak from the Temple of Return to the Origin? The old master had once given a clear warning: under the heavens, those who cultivate the True Gate sect can move freely, but no one is allowed to trouble the Temple of Return to the Origin. Young master, you have acted rashly this time, and I, Zhu, dare not agree with you."

  The young master looked at him coldly and said, "You can reserve your opinion if you disagree, but this action must be successful. As for why we need the Tian Ji cloak, you should understand after reading the news from Taiwan, no need to ask more questions?"

  Bamboo uncle thought of the case files and finally understood the description of the man who was like fire next to Taiwanese rich man Lin Bo.

  "Mo Sha is using the Fire Gate of the Five Elements Secret Method, with a body of true fire shining on the outside. Now, the people at the Water Gate in Jixiang Tian are still busy on Mount Kunlun and can't rush back in time. So we must get our hands on the Tian Jian Temple's Heavenly Cloak, borrow this strange treasure's divine power to freeze Mo Sha solid!"

  If Yitian Xing had also seen that volume, he would have been very puzzled, wondering why the high-ranking officials around Lin Bo were so similar to his own abilities.

  After a long while, the young master gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and a hint of melancholy floated onto his face. He whispered to himself: "Father, what is hidden in the Temple of Return that makes you so afraid?"

  The old courtyard seemed to have felt the desolation that made one's heart skip a beat, and it became quiet and dim. The blind man, Zhu Shu, who was wearing sunglasses, asked in a hoarse voice: "It's late, you should go to sleep."

  "Alright." The young master replied in a low voice, walking lightly upstairs, his bare feet on the red carpet looking particularly clean. "Keep an eye on that student named Yitian Xing, if he just goes traveling occasionally, it's fine, but if he is found to go to the Temple of Return again, let Mumen send him to rest."

  "Yes." Bamboo Uncle replied, but his heart was filled with waves of unease. On that day's divination chart, he had calculated that the student of Yi Tian Xing, was a Red Gold Fire, Nan Ye Star, a noble and unspeakable fate, to let him die, it might not be so easy...