Han Zhenjian put the mushroom into the storage space.

Everyone stared at where Zhu Ziwen was going.

Zhu Ziwen continued walking along the rugged mountain road. Upon closer inspection, he had a childlike face, but his temples were already covered with a lot of white hair.

He could recite poems and compose couplets at the age of nine, and defeated the head of the academy in couplets at the age of eleven. He was once hailed as a genius boy.

But he never expected that geniuses were envied by God, and the genius of that year is now taking the exam for the eighth time.

"A sword's sharpness comes from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

"The path to the mountain of books is made through diligence, and the boat to the boundless sea of ​​learning is made through hard work."

"Time is wasted in Nanke's dream, the childlike face and white hair of Zhu Bajie."

The scholar chanted and sighed all the way. He had walked for about ten miles. He saw mountains and ridges in front of him, shrouded in clouds and mist, and the sky was vast and quiet. The scenery was full of lush green, which refreshed his skin.

The mountain was silent and deserted. There was only one path leading down the mountain. Looking far down into the valley, among the flowers and trees, there was a small village with smoke rising from the chimneys.

Huo Yahan observed the scholar carefully. Why did he seem to have a faint purple halo of starlight on his head, which was not easy to detect. The light actually seemed to be slowly piercing the sky.

After taking a closer look using the previous mantra, he was shocked to find that the scholar called Zhu Bajie was actually the reincarnation of Wenquxing.

Wenquxing was reincarnated, but he failed the imperial examination seven times, and now he is taking the examination for the eighth time, and has become the "Zhu Bajie" in people's mouths. It is really an injustice that will last for thousands of years.

I can't help but sigh at the darkness of the officialdom and the unpredictable human nature.

We must not sit idly by.

Such a person who is the reincarnation of Wenquxing actually took the eighth imperial examination?

Han Zhenjian was also puzzled. How dark was the world? At this time, the scholar came down the mountain and walked into the village. There were not many houses in the village, all of them were thatched houses, but the artistic conception was very elegant.

There is a house in the south of the village, with peach and apricot trees in the yard, lush and leafy, dotted with green bamboo forests, and wild birds singing happily, making the place full of vitality.

The scholar guessed that this must be someone else's garden and did not dare to barge in rashly.

Looking back, he saw a house opposite and a large smooth stone in front of the door. He was really tired, so he sat on the stone. He took a short rest and gradually fell asleep, and soon began to snore.

After a while, he suddenly heard a woman in the yard calling "Xiao Rou" in a faint voice, delicate and lingering. The scholar was mesmerized by it.

A pretty girl, with a childlike face and big breasts, was walking from west to east. She was holding an apricot blossom in her hand and was inserting it into her hair. She raised her head and saw the scholar, then she stopped inserting the flower, smiled silently, and left with the flower.

The girl entered the yard, looked back with a charming smile, and then slowly closed the door.

The scholar was mesmerized by the scene.

He woke up completely.

That smile is so charming. Is this woman a monster?

At this time, he found that the villagers in the village came out like a spring, and collectively worshipped the sky: "There is a dragon in the sky! Pay homage to the gods!"

"Look, there are gods in heaven!"

"That beautiful fairy is extremely beautiful, is she the fairy Chang'e?"

"There's another flying tiger! All the gods are out!"

The gods they were referring to were naturally the likes of Huo Yahan and Han Zhenjian who rode on dragons and traveled through the sea of ​​clouds.

A strange layer of haze was covering the sky above the lushly wooded courtyard.

Huo Yahan frowned slightly: "There is an evil spirit here!"

And the evil spirit seemed to come from the yard full of peach and apricot trees.

What kind of monster is this? How dare it attack Wenquxing? Is it tired of living? Huo Yahan said, "Hide your tracks to avoid disturbing the people. I'll go ahead and take a look and come back."

Han Zhenjian and Tang Baihu nodded, held down the dragon head, chanted the word "Hidden", and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds...

"Gone! Gone!"

"The fairy is gone!"

"Shenlong and Feihu are missing!"

"Where did you go?"

The scholar carried the basket of books to the gate of the courtyard and wandered around, waiting to see if the woman he loved would appear again.

At this time, he found a red building in the back garden, with a pot of white chrysanthemums on the windowsill.

Although he was far away, the white chrysanthemum petals were like snowflakes, with a refreshing fragrance. He could actually smell the faint floral scent.

I remembered that this chrysanthemum is a rare variety, called Diao Chan Baiyue.

This family must not be an ordinary family.

The scholar wandered around the yard, and the flowers on the windowsill changed every half hour.

Such as white chrysanthemums such as Yuexiabai and Yulinglong, red chrysanthemums such as Meirenhong, Drunken Concubine, Rouge Fragrance, purple chrysanthemums such as Shuangfeiyan, Jianxiaxiao, Taiye Lotus, green chrysanthemums such as Chunshui Bibo and Luyu Ruyi, etc.

How can ordinary people see such precious flower species?

Appreciating flowers can be a blessing in disguise. This family is very special and definitely not an ordinary one.

Occasionally, behind the curtain of the red building, the face that he thought was the most beautiful in the world would quietly peek out and stare at him. Then, her face would blush and she would quickly hide behind the curtain and never appear again.

It was the big-breasted girl who was holding a flower in childhood.

The scholar was watching with fascination, looking forward to the most beautiful face in the world to appear again.

At this time, the door opened, and a young girl in green came out. She quietly walked behind the scholar and whispered, "Fool, you are standing here with a sneaky look in your eyes. What do you want to do? Why don't you leave?"

The scholar's face flushed, and he said, "Sister, I was just fascinated by the beauty of the flowers, and I have no bad intentions! Don't worry, I will leave quickly!"

After saying that, he walked towards the village entrance.

"Idiot, where are you going?"

The scholar turned his head and asked in disbelief, "Did my sister call me?"

"Is there anyone else here besides you?"

The girl in blue said.

"I am the young lady's maid. Tell me the truth. You were sneaking around here just now. Were you trying to see people or flowers?"

The scholar's face flushed red.

"What are you talking about, sister? Just look at the flowers."

"So, the lady and the young lady wanted to invite you in to meet them just now, but it seems that there is no need. I'm going back!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Wait a minute, sister!"

The scholar got anxious when he heard this, and he grabbed the sleeve of the girl in green and said, "I love to look at both people and flowers. People are more beautiful than flowers, and no matter how beautiful the chrysanthemum is, it can't compare to the beauty and incomparable beauty of the fairy sister!"

"You are such a nerd, you are so good at talking nonsense. Men and women should not touch each other."

The girl in blue burst out laughing.

The scholar quickly let go of her hand and said, "It's a momentary impoliteness, please don't blame me, sister."

"Nerd, come in with me!"

The girl in green opened the door with two inverted copper rings and walked straight in.

Zhu Ziwen was overjoyed and hurriedly followed in.

I saw that the courtyard inside was very large, with lush flowers and trees, and a winding path leading to the courtyard, where there were many elegant rooms connected to each other.

Follow the winding path to a reception hall.

In the center of the hall, there is a picture of a tiger descending from a mountain, and below it is a throne chair. Sitting on the chair is a white-haired old woman with kind eyes, leaning on a dragon-headed cane.

The young girl in green bowed to the old woman and said, "Madam, I have brought the person here."

The scholar stepped forward, bowed and said, "I am Zhu Ziwen, paying my respects to the old lady."

I have been in poor health recently, so I am sorry for the slow update. Thank you for your continued support, and I will increase the update intensity tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!