When there was a sudden rainstorm, even though Qin Lang had already observed it, the surroundings were desolate. He and Lang Qianxing walked for nearly half an hour, but they could only find a broken temple for temporary shelter.

This is the lower realm, which is the mortal world.

Qin Lang had already proclaimed himself the Zifu after leaving the Tianyun Sect. Cultivation without cultivation was a way for those powerful people to return to their basics. Naturally, Lang Qianxing would not have any doubts, such as suspecting that Qin Lang deliberately weakened his own strength to give him an opportunity.

He also asked Qin Lang if he needed to temporarily seal the cultivation base. Qin Lang said inexplicably that the reason why he brought Lang Qianxing out was because Lang Qianxing also needed to practice, but it was not the same method.

Just kidding, he would say that it was because my cultivation was too high that you didn't have a chance to start, so I deliberately made a few excuses to claim my cultivation as an excuse?

It is summer now in Xiatianjing, and there are many thunderstorms in summer. In order not to arouse the shock of ordinary people, the place where Lang Qianxing Yujian came down was a sparsely populated mountain and an old forest.

Along the way, the places where the two of them took shelter from the rain were usually caves. Now that they finally encountered a ruined temple, it was gratifying to say that at least there were traces of people.

It has now been three days since they left Tianyunzong.

This trip, oh no, cultivation, Qin Lang reported to the senior senior brother and went back to Qingyun Peak to tell the other two disciples.

Bo Yi shouted and wanted to go out. Seeing Qin Lang was indifferent, he didn't dare to mention it after a while. Zhong Yi said that in the days when Qin Lang was away, he would cultivate well with Bo Yi and would not disappoint Qin Lang's trust and expectations.

Before leaving, Zhong Yi went to Lang Qianxing's room and talked to him. When Yunhua's Qing Yunfeng asked him to let the three apprentices go out that day, the three of them must have said something. Lang Qianxing did not mention it, nor did Qin Lang ask. After all, it would be too disgusting for him to go to inquire about the affairs of the apprentices with a cold master.

That Li Xiu didn't talk about it. As for Zhong Yi, Qin Lang felt that his vision of seeing people was quite accurate, and he should not develop in the opposite direction as he expected.

"Master, your clothes are wet..." When he arrived at the ruined temple, the first thing Lang Qianxing did was to tidy up a clean place for Qin Lang, and then he found some rotten pieces of wood and dry grass to light a fire. Pile ready to dry laundry.

The rainstorm was so heavy that the umbrella was not fully covered.

Not only did Qin Lang's clothes get wet, but there was also a lot of mud splashing on the clean boots. As he walked all the way, the blue silk tied by the white headband loosened a few threads. But Qin Lang didn't feel embarrassed, on the contrary, he seemed to be much more alive and lovely. It seems that he is a delicate young master who can only read and write on weekdays and is at a loss when he is outdoors.

Qin Lang took off his shirt, and Lang Qianxing immediately took it. The light cyan clothes carried the person's cold fragrance, Lang Qianxing turned around, took a few deep breaths greedily, and put the clothes on the wooden rack he had just prepared.

Qin Lang, who accidentally discovered her husband's idiotic behavior: "..." Husband, I don't mind you coming to smell me directly.

After finishing Qin Lang's clothes, Lang Qianxing knelt down in front of Qin Lang on one knee, took out the handkerchief and cleaned Qin Lang's shoes.

Qin Lang was motionless. From his point of view, Lang Qianxing knelt down in front of him on one knee and took out the handkerchief from his arms, just like taking out his ring to propose marriage, causing his little heart to speed up a little.

Lang Qianxing was half-kneeling, his movements methodical, his attitude humble and pious, as if he was willing to do anything Qin Lang asked him to do. Although he didn't speak, he seemed to have said everything.

Qin Lang turned his gaze slightly to the side to see the continuous rain outside.

After Lang Qianxing finished cleaning his shoes, he got up and walked out, and then the rain on the eaves washed the handkerchief. He looked back at Qin Lang, secretly used a technique to dry the veil, and put it back into his arms. Then he washed his hands with rainwater as if nothing had happened.

"Thinking that I can't see if I seal the cultivation base?" Qin Lang shook his head helplessly.

"Master..." Lang Qianxing dried the rain on his hands, frowning in embarrassment, "But it's already dry, do you want to wet it again and put it on the fire to dry it?"

Qin Lang looked at him speechlessly.

The man quickly walked back to him with a pleasing smile and said, "Master, your hair is messed up, Qianxing will comb it for you and tie it again?"

Qin Lang looked into his eyes, his face was reflected in them, and there were indeed a few strands of hair messed up.

After getting along for a while, Lang Qianxing has almost been able to figure out Qin Lang's temper. Most of the time, silence is acquiescence. Just like he was standing behind him now, untying his belt, Qin Lang had no objection or action.

He was so quiet and docile that Lang Qianxing's originally noisy heartbeat also quieted down.

The rainstorm is still continuing, pounding on the precarious tiles of the ruined temple, on the lush grass outside the temple, or on the muddy water that has formed a puddle, mixed with the flames inside the ruined temple and the wood burning. Crackling sound. It was so noisy, but Lang Qianxing didn't feel irritated at all.

His hand went through Qin Lang's black hair and followed it gently with a wooden comb. His movements were incredibly gentle, making Qin Lang feel so comfortable that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Lang Qianxing stared at the headband he tied Qin Lang's hair for a while. He seemed to understand why Qin Lang took him down, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

Qin Lang didn't rush him, he just stood behind Qin Lang and watched quietly.

Such a peaceful scene was broken by a new voice not far from the broken temple.

Lang Qianxing's first reaction was to take off Qin Lang's clothes, and regardless of whether he would be scolded or not, he quickly dried it again with a technique and put it on Qin Lang's shoulders.

Qin Lang opened his eyes and frowned at him.

Without waiting for him to speak, Lang Qianxing said, "Master, someone is here."

"I know." Qin Lang was still displeased, but he still put on the coat he put on.

When Lang Qianxing saw him wearing it, he was not afraid of being punished by him. Compared with punishment, he was even more reluctant to let others see the appearance of Master only wearing a thin lining.

As soon as Qin Lang was dressed, several other passers-by were ushered in this small broken temple. The first two men came in. They were stunned when they saw Qin Lang and the two of them. Then, after looking around the whole temple, they came in with a luxuriously dressed young man and a handsome girl. Then came two people who were also dressed and held Tall men with swords, it seems that these four should be guards.

They were strangers to each other, but they happened to be sheltering from the rain in the same dilapidated temple, and neither side meant to say hello.

Until one of the guards searched the ruined temple and couldn't find any dry kindling material. The torrential rain was so heavy that except for the land where Qin Lang was staying, the rest of the place was leaking more or less, and the windows that were easy to dismantle were already wet from the rain.

"This young master..." The guard cupped his hands towards Qin Lang, apparently wanting to use their fire to bake clothes for their young master.

"If you need it, you can use it." Qin Lang replied without the other party finishing speaking.

His clothes were already dry, and Lang Qianxing did not have Feng Xiuwei, so ordinary rain would not wet his clothes, so the fire would be of no use to them.

"Thank you very much." The man cupped his hands again, also politely.

"Master..." Lang Qianxing paused, swallowed the last word, leaned behind Qin Lang and shouted, "Master..."

"Well." Qin Lang responded and said that he knew.

Lang Qianxing could understand it naturally, so he stopped talking, and didn't randomly look at the person on the other side.

It's just that the eyes of the young man on the opposite side rolled around them, as if to say that Qin Lang and Lang Qianxing both looked similar in age, but they were masters and apprentices.

The rain still had no tendency to stop or weaken, so Qin Lang closed his eyes and meditated. When he woke up, it was already dark.

But the rain continued. Although it was no longer pouring rain, it was also raining very densely. It was hard to say whether there was any shelter around, and the people in the ruined temple did not leave.

As soon as Qin Lang opened his eyes, Lang Qianxing handed the cake to him.

"Master, are you hungry?" Lang Qianxing smiled slyly. Where did he get the glutinous rice cake in the barren mountains? Not out of the storage ring yet. But he was not afraid of being blamed by Qin Lang because he had outsiders.

With such a little naive thought, Qin Lang couldn't help bending the corners of his mouth slightly, and took the cake and water from Lang Qianxing's hands.

Lang Qianxing pursed his lips and didn't let himself laugh out loud to make strangers laugh.

The second time, I saw Shizun smile, and the reason was him. It feels so good.

The night is getting late. A few people on the opposite side also ate something and were making the bed for his young master.

Their movements were very small, and it seemed that they did not want to disturb Qin Lang.

Lang Qianxing was carrying a sword on his back, dressed in strong suits, and looked like a chivalrous warrior of any school or faction. And Qin Lang's indifferent appearance, the standard is an expert outside the world. Obviously it's better not to make these two unhappy.

Their young master was already very sleepy, and Qin Lang could hear him yawn several times with his eyes closed. The young master seemed to have just lay down when the girl who came with them whispered to one of the guards that she wanted to make it easier.

It was pitch black outside, and the girl went around the Buddha statue in the ruined temple and left the distance behind which the men could hear.

After a while, Qin Lang heard a guard on the opposite side say, "It seems that Miss Wu has been gone for a long time, why hasn't she come back yet?"

"This black light is blinding, will she accidentally fall somewhere?"

"...Second, go take a look."

Qin Lang opened his eyes.

"I said, you'd better not go." Lang Qianxing was wiping the red sword that Qin Lang gave him, and snorted when he saw the worried appearance of the men.

Several men were unhappy, but they didn't want to disturb the young master who was resting. They only looked at Lang Qianxing with contempt, and then one of them went around the Buddha statue to find the little girl.

Qin Lang got up and moved his legs after sitting for a long time.

"Master, just sit down, I'll come." Lang Qianxing put away his sword and looked at Qin Lang with a smile.

Qin Lang asked him, "Why hasn't the rain stopped?"

Lang Qianxing stopped laughing, took the sword out of the scabbard again, and began to sway around the ruined temple.

The three men across from them all put their hands on the knives at their waists and looked at Qin Lang and the two vigilantly.

Qin Lang completely ignored their reactions and only watched where Lang Qianxing stopped in the broken temple every time.

The faces of the three people on the opposite side were full of doubts, and they felt that the master and apprentice were too weird.

Strange to say, when Lang Qianxing slashed in the air with his sword in the southwest direction, the rain stopped outside. Almost at the same time, Lang Qianxing said, "Master, stop."

Barren mountains, broken temples, rainy nights! The three of them swallowed their saliva in unison. Isn't this the classic scene of ghosts and monsters in the folklore books?

Looking at the appearance of the two, they don't look like ordinary men. It's so perfect, it's like... just like it was drawn!

"Dare to ask the two of you, who exactly are you?" the headed guard asked boldly.

Lang Qianxing held the sword in his arms, raised his eyebrows and said: "It seems that your brother has been out for a long time, don't you go and have a look? And your son, it doesn't look like he will sleep peacefully in this kind of place. Why do you sleep so deeply?"

The three of them were startled and immediately went to call their young master, but no matter how the three shouted or even shook their hands, his young master showed no sign of waking up.

The three panicked.

"You...you are..."

Qin Lang: "Thousand Lines!"

It was the first time that he was addressed so affectionately by the master, even though he was slightly rebuked, Lang Qianxing immediately felt a beautiful flower in his heart, and he quickly became serious, and walked around the Buddha statue with his sword in hand.

One of the three wanted to keep up with Lang Qianxing, but he was afraid that Qin Lang would take advantage of one less of them to attack their young master, so he did not dare to leave.

"We are not demons." Qin Lang looked at the three and explained coldly.

The three quickly believed, because Lang Qianxing brought the demon back! Also packed their brothers together! I don't know how he managed to bring back a half-human, half-snake monster and a burly man by himself.

"Snake demon, seven hundred years. This temple is her cave." Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang, "Master, there are many skeletons in her cave, and there should be many people who want to harm..."

The three big men hugged their young master and shivered as they watched Qin Lang and his apprentice frantically discussing what kind of medicinal elixir to put the snake demon into the elixir furnace.

"Two... masters, can you save our young master and brother first?"

It is also fortunate that this snake monster eats people alive. Their brother is just in a coma and has not been digested. Otherwise, if it is replaced by a person who **** human energy, I am afraid that it has become a mummified corpse now.

Their young master was poisoned by a bit of snake venom, which was not serious. Qin Lang detoxified him and woke up soon after.

The reason why the snake demon took a fancy to them is that this young master is a royal family, and he has a certain dragon spirit. If you eat it, your cultivation will increase greatly.

As for how they met the snake demon, it was a common routine. The delicate girl was bullied by a group of bullies, and the righteous and awe-inspiring son came to rescue. On the way back, there was a sudden heavy rain, so he had to enter the temple to avoid the rain, and unconsciously sent himself to the entrance of the monster's cave.

Why didn't the snake demon simply eat them before, and have to turn them in the door to solve it? Because it is easy to be punished. Spiritual cultivation, the calamity to be endured is more difficult than that of human beings.

And those who try to take shortcuts, the demons who cultivate the evil way, although the cultivation level rises fast, but the scourge also comes fast. Therefore, such demons will often find cover for themselves. Just like this snake demon, it built the cave under the temple and set up a formation around it, trying to hide the sky and cross the sea.

Qin Lang and the others rescued a little prince named Xuanyuan Qi. When he woke up, he first thanked Qin Lang and the two for saving their lives, and then invited them to walk along the way, saying that they would be treated well when they returned to the imperial city.

Lang Qianxing originally thought that Qin Lang would be dismissive and said indifferently "No need", but Qin Lang agreed.

The little prince is just a bear child. He was bored at home and sneaked out to play. But he was still a little bit conscious of his safety and brought a few guards, although it was of no use.

Originally, he had a luxury carriage, but because the snake demon took a fancy to him, the horse went crazy and rushed towards the cliff. Fortunately, the four guards quickly brought him back. Then the five people got lost, and then he rescued the girl disguised by the snake demon, and finally met Qin Lang and the others.

The way back was not too difficult, but it took a while to get from the ruined temple to the populated village.

After arriving at the bustling and bustling imperial city, Qin Lang and the two were treated as guests and lived in the palace. After two days of rest, they caught up with the lantern festival.

Qin Lang felt that his husband would not miss an ancient dating show like the Lantern Festival.

Sure enough, before it was dark, Lang Qianxing came to him and proposed to go to the Lantern Festival.

The reason why Lang Qianxing dared to mention is that Qin Lang's cultivation this time is not like the kind of austere cultivation he imagined. Although he has not yet fully understood what kind of cultivation Qin Lang is, he thinks that Qin Lang will not reject him.

Why is he so confident, of course, because the master is too indulgent, he can't help but take step by step.

His intuition told him that he was a little different, to Qin Lang.