The other road was a secluded and quiet path. Not only was it not paved with stone slabs, it was a bit of a stretch to call it a road. If it weren't for the people on the mountain and the people below to chop wood in the mountains, this road would have been occupied by weeds long ago. However, it was this road that was not a road that happened to be intertwined with the stream, extending all the way to the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain. The stream reluctantly followed the small ditch under the shade of the trees. Although Dong Lian was born pretty and cute, and her clothes were also quite exquisite, she was not a pampered girl. When she was practicing, this was the place where she liked to be alone. On the mountainside, there was a pool that was not a pool. The stream water gathered there and triggered from there. The area around the pool was relatively flat. There was a stone on it, which was where Dong Lian liked to sit. Of course, Dong Lian was not here to play now. Holding the wine jar, he walked carefully. Although the path was a little uneven, some stones were covered with moss, and it was very dangerous, as long as he was careful, he could also treat it as a pleasure. Breathing the cold air, he followed the spring down. The occasional sunlight dazzled his eyes, but he would run away again, waiting there, waiting for the next victim. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, he finally reached the foot of the mountain. A corner of a dilapidated temple appeared among the treetops not far away. Dong Lian looked at it, and his curiosity grew. "Does he live in a dilapidated temple?" Dong Lian thought to himself. But he did not stop until he reached the dilapidated temple. There were broken walls and weeds all around, and the scorching sun poured down like a waterfall, making Dong Lian frown. There was some open space around the dilapidated temple. There was no tall forest to block it, but there were knee-high weeds. "Does anyone really live here?" Dong Lian asked, her mouth pursed slightly, and she said, "Can people live here? No, no, your friend is probably not here anymore. I'll just leave the wine and the letter here. It's better to ask you for the money directly." Muttering this, she raised her legs and stepped on the weeds, and walked into the dilapidated temple. She saw that there was only a half-body clay statue of someone being worshipped and spider silk all over the room. There was no trace of living people. With her mind made up, Dong Lian placed the wine jar on the dilapidated stone wall outside the temple. From a distance, it was quite conspicuous. There was a note underneath that said Ren Zai Bu. Although she was curious about what was written on it, Dong Lian never read it from beginning to end. After opening the mud seal, she ran to a place not far away, hid under a tree, and watched silently. "Hey, why hasn't he come yet? Could it be that my friend is really gone? Or is this wine not so fragrant that it can't attract this drunkard? Hey, I won't wait any longer." Dong Lian has been crouching here for nearly two quarters of an hour, and he is obviously leaving. But he travels all day, and before he knows it, two quarters of an hour have passed, but Dong Lian is still waiting there impatiently. After waiting for a long time, he only waited for a few birds to stay on the wine jar for a while, and there was nothing else besides the constant harassment of mosquitoes around him. Even a person with good self-control would have gotten up and left angrily. Dong Lian thought angrily in his heart. "It's almost two hours, if he doesn't come, I will make him pay when I go back!" Suddenly, a black shadow came from the east of the ruined temple. If it wasn't during the day, Dong Lian would probably think he was dazzled. When Dong Lian noticed the black shadow from the corner of his eyes, the black shadow was already sitting on the wall, holding a note and drinking wine. All this happened so fast that Dong Lian had almost no time to react. It was not until the mysterious man in black threw the note away and continued to drink the second sip of wine that Dong Lian suddenly screamed loudly. The man in black looked over, and Dong Lian quickly jumped out of the bushes and ran over. When she looked closer, she found that the man in black was about the same age as Ren Bu Zai. But compared to Ren Bu Zai, this man was a little shorter and thinner. If he stood up straight, he would probably look like a bamboo pole. He was quite handsome. If he changed his clothes, he would definitely look like a young master from a noble family. Dong Lian looked at him, and the man in black also looked at her curiously with a pair of black eyes. These black eyes, together with the black clothes, were about to cover the world under the scorching sun in darkness, but Dong Lian did not seem to feel the slightest chill. After staring at each other for a while, the man in black began to raise the wine jar at hand. Dong Lian was stunned for a moment, and asked timidly: "Are you a friend of Brother Zai Zai?" "Hmm." The man in black continued to drink and mumbled, which was considered an answer. "What's your name? I can't call you hey?" Dong Lian saw that the man in black was not scary, but rather a little cute when drinking. Besides, he was Ren Zai Zai's friend, so she became bolder. "I am Ren Zai Zai's friend, but Ren Zai Zai is not my friend, why should I tell you." The man in black finally left the wine jar with his mumbling mouth, and looked at the delicate girl with extreme coldness, and his eyes instantly fell into ice. Dong Lian couldn't help but lower her head when her eyes touched her. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and her long hair fluttered. Dong Lian couldn't help but shiver, and soon smiled again: "Since you are a friend of Brother Zai Zai, you are also my friend. My name is Dong Lian. Grass is heavy and pearls fall, lotus is light and jade mirror remains. This sentence was said by Brother Zai Zai. What about you?" Although Dong Lian greeted with a smile at this time, she had already felt a million grievances in her heart. He felt that the man in black was too unkind. Then he thought that since Ren Zai Bu trusted Dong Lian to deliver the letter, he must not be a bad person. "I won't tell you. No one who considers Ren Zai Bu as a friend is a good person." "If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. I don't care." Dong Lian had been resentful for a long time, but at this moment, he suddenly exploded. He strode forward, walked in front of the man in black, raised his right hand, and said angrily, "I have also delivered the letter, give me the silver. It's so hot here." As he said that, he wiped his forehead with his left hand. Although the sun was scorching here, the surrounding forests were lush, so the temperature was not very high. In addition, there was an occasional cool breeze. Although Dong Lian waited for a long time, he still didn't sweat a drop. Otherwise, he would have left long ago. "You want a hundred taels to deliver a letter. Do you think I'm a local rich man?" The man in black threw the wine jar, and it broke with a "bang". There was no drop of wine left, but Dong Lian clearly saw that the man in black only drank four or five sips just now. Dong Lian was so surprised that her mouth opened wide and she exclaimed, "Where's my wine?" "What do you mean your wine? That's my wine." The man in black rolled his eyes, but he was no longer cold as before. His handsome face was a little flushed. "Are you ashamed? It was obviously me who put it there. You just drank a few sips, how come the big jar of wine is gone?" Dong Lian was very puzzled, "This is not a drunkard, this is simply a wine barrel!" "First of all, this wine is mine after it has passed through my hands. Not to mention wine, it's the same for other things. Secondly, uh..." He burped and continued, "Secondly, I don't care if he is a wine barrel or a glutton, eating and drinking enough is the right thing to do." "Hurry up and give me the silver, I have to go." Dong Lian didn't want to stay with a drunk weirdo lunatic. "Do you... know my name?" "Who knows! I asked you before, but you didn't tell me." Dong Lian was a little unfair and complained softly. The man in black didn't know whether he heard it or not. He stood up suddenly, stood on the wall and pointed randomly, saying, "My last name is Lu, Lu Wujin." He lowered his head and smiled at Dong Lian, "Do you know what it means? Haha, hiccup, this is called talking about money but not having money in hand, brothers go their separate ways. Hiccup... Do you know? You won't give me money even if you have it, let alone no money today." As he said that, he fell backwards. Dong Lian hurriedly tried to support him, but unexpectedly, Lu Wujin's crooked body was lying on the wall. Just now, when Lu Wujin said, "This wine is mine after it has passed through my hands, let alone other things, it is the same." Dong Lian was already confused in his heart: "Could this guy be a thief?" Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his purse. But where is the purse around his waist? It was empty. Dong Lian was shocked and said, "Where is my purse?" He looked around anxiously. "Money bag? Oh, I think I have one here, do you want it?" As he said that, he took out a brocade bag of treasures from behind, which was exactly what Dong Lian had thrown. When Dong Lian saw it, he was furious. At this time, he didn't care whose friend was good at martial arts, and stretched out his hands to take back the money bag, and wanted to hit him a few times to vent his anger. But before he could make a move, Lu Wujin had already made the money bag disappear like a magic trick. Just when he was about to show off, Dong Lian didn't care and had already stamped a pair of jade hands on Lu Wujin. Lu Wujin had been through several life and death battles, and his life was hanging by a thread. They were all swords and strange weapons, and he was also covered with hundreds of injuries. It can be said that ten deaths and ten lives are not surprising, and it is not surprising to be haunted. But recently, seeing such a scene, although the hits on his body were soft, he was still scared and sweated. He hurriedly turned sideways, but stumbled and fell beside the half-broken clay statue. Facing Dong Lian's soft fists and cotton palms, a man like Lu Wujin could not withstand it. In addition, Dong Lian looked very cute with a resentful expression. As a result, Lu Wujin was in a panic, holding the clay statue and said anxiously: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, please save me. I will be a monk in my next life..." As soon as he mentioned the monk, he suddenly sobered up and pushed the clay statue away, saying "Pah" in disgust: "Don't save me. I don't want to be a bald donkey or a son of a bitch in my next life." Dong Lian, who was angry, just entered the temple. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but chuckled, and stopped, holding his stomach and laughing: "Give me back the money, I'll ask my brother for the 100 taels." "Here, here, here." Lu Wujin didn't know where to conjure Dong Lian's purse and threw it over. Dong Lian reached out to catch it. Although she was quite interested in Lu Wujin's magic tricks, she was more curious about something else. "You're not drunk, right?"... Lu Wujin didn't answer. "It doesn't matter if you don't say it," Dong Lian seemed to have discovered something, and his smile reappeared. But it was a fox-like smile, and then he said: "You must have seen that I am not your brother's friend, so you did this, deliberately showing off in front of me, right?" "Wow...this..." Lu Wujin was speechless for a moment, tiptoeing, but he was no longer the cold black-clothed boy just now. "Hehe," Dong Lian saw the opportunity and laughed more charmingly, and spoke more softly, just like the plum blossom next door, and also like this beautiful wife entering the room. While speaking, he exhaled long and scratched, like water moistening dry soil, and the fragrance of flowers was especially fragrant. Dong Lian shyly approached and whispered in Lu Wujin's ear: "In fact, I also have a crush on Lu Shaoxia just now, and I admire him madly. I wonder if the thief saint is willing to steal flowers?" The voice was lingering, far-reaching and deep. What's more, a pair of green jade hands were gently stroking Lu Wujin's drooping black hair and the spider web on his forehead. Under this attack, Lu Wujin was still a young man in his prime after all. Blood and blood were boiling, and the anger was surging. I think it burned my brain. I said, "Yes..." Then I reached out to touch Dong Lian's jade-like hand, but unexpectedly Dong Lian's right hand hit Lu Wujin's head heavily, and then dodged. He sneered and said, "I didn't expect that with the reputation of the thief saint, I was played around by a little girl like me." Lu Wujin just woke up from a dream, and he was ashamed, angry and regretful. His dark jade eyes stared at Dong Lian: "You!" "Is it very embarrassing? Do you want to find a hole to crawl into?" Dong Lian was already laughing. She did this because she saw through Lu Wujin's character, and they were good friends. In addition, it was widely said in the world that the thief saint never robbed women. So she was fearless. "Humph!" Lu Wujin stood up in a panic and wanted to leave. He no longer paid attention to Dong Lian. "Are you really the thief saint?" "You ask when you know it?" Lu Wujin miraculously stopped. It was just that the temperature around him dropped suddenly. "Are you still angry?" "I'm surprised that Ren Buzai, who obviously hates prostitutes and bald donkeys the most, became friends with you." "Do you think I'm a prostitute?" "Even if I'm not, what I did just now...isn't it the same as a prostitute?" "Just now...just wanted to tease you, so I did that." Dong Lian seemed a little anxious. "Humph!" This was the last sentence left by Lu Wujin, and the black shadow disappeared. Only a few drops of water were left in the air, and I didn't know whether it was tears or wine, and it fell to the ground powerlessly. "Did I really do something wrong?" Dong Lian stood there in a daze for a long time before saying.