The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Uncle, there! Right there!"

The dog's voice came from afar, but the honest boy's voice was quite loud. The voice was already transmitted into the eyes of the little child while he was still out of sight.

"Many... many thanks to this officer for saving me."

Zhang San was slowly placed on the shore by Zhang Qinghe, seemingly with lingering fears. He took a closer look at Zhang Qinghe's clothes and tentatively thanked him.

However, the appearance is solemn, and it seems very difficult for a little kid to perform it so appropriately.

Zhang Qinghe glanced slightly, but still did not respond. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were lifeless, as if he was no longer bothered by any trivial matters.

Zhang San asked some questions, but when he saw that the "god-like" official had no response, he felt a little bored. His clothes were stained with water because of Zhang Qinghe's soaked brocade white clothes, which made him tremble. , squatting down and rubbing his hands to absorb the remaining heat.

From a distance, it looks like a trembling and shivering hemp dumpling.

He is still a child, and although he has some intelligence, he is ultimately no match for the curiosity bursting out of his heart——

"Where do officials come from?"

"The official arrived in front of me in an instant, but he is a god in the county?"

"Do gods like to listen to music? Will they go to Goulan in ordinary life? Have any gods ever listened to "Straw Song" by Ruyi Class?"

After all, Zhang San was an eloquent speaker. He had a natural affinity and familiarity with Zhang Qinghe, so he was not afraid of offending this seemingly well-connected person.

The Su Jin "god" in front of him still showed no response, as if just a few words of instruction had exhausted all his energy and energy.

"Where is the person?!"

After all, noisy voices were approaching. Zhang Qinghe was naturally not surprised. He didn't even bother to take a few more glances - the faces of these ordinary villagers had already been clearly burned into his soul's perception. Incomparable.

"There! Muramasa, Uncle He, and Uncle Datong are over there!"

Gouzi pointed in surprise and let out a light sigh——

"Didn't that person get rescued by San'er? He seemed a little stunned by the rain. He was really stunned!"

When everyone heard this, they looked towards the shore. As expected, there was a handsome young man in white clothes wearing good materials standing with the most beloved boy in their village. Although he had been soaked in the water for a long time, he looked extremely embarrassed and wet. , but couldn't cover up the aura of dust.

Everyone then felt relieved, put down the hemp ropes, baskets, and burdens in their hands, and went to where Zhang Qinghe and Zhang San were.

"This young man is so handsome..."

"Oh, how come there is such a handsome young man? It just so happens that my little tiger girl is waiting for marriage. If I ask the matchmaker from Dongtou to be a matchmaker..."

"Come on, Butcher, you look like a big man from the city. Your Hu Niu's arms are thicker than Zhang Gouzi's legs!"

"hahahahahahahahahaha……"

These dozen young men were teasing from afar, followed by a cautious old man with white eyebrows. The old man did not join in the jokes of these men, and reluctantly pursed his lips and smiled.

Like Zhang San, he looked at Zhang Qinghe carefully, as if he was trying to think things through. He also felt a little off-kilter after hearing the jokes of several people, so he tried to dissuade him——

"Okay, that young man is all soaked. Take the coat I brought and wrap it up with him."

It was only a few steps from Yuan Shang to the shore of the Weishui River, especially those who came were all strong men. In a short time, they were already in front of Zhang Qinghe and Zhang San.

"Oh, it's such a cold day and wet like this, it's so white that it doesn't even look bloody.

Youngster, please put it on quickly! "

Although Zhang He had some knowledge, seeing Zhang Qinghe's "miserable" appearance, he immediately put aside the shackles of his identity, with a look of distress and concern on his face.

The jacket that Muramasa prepared was his own old clothes. There were some slight holes in the old linen cloth, revealing strands of cotton wool, but it was still the warmest clothing for the villagers.

However, when Zhang Qinghe heard this group of people, he only bowed slightly, took the coat solemnly, and then became stunned, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

"this……"

"Isn't this young man being polite?"

"Don't be polite, young boy."

"But his eyes are like dead fish, and he doesn't necessarily have any reaction?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

When Zhang He saw Zhang Qinghe taking the coat without putting it on, he was stunned for a moment, but then his mind turned around. It just so happened that the butcher at the entrance of the village also said what he was thinking——

"Maybe he just came out of the ice water, his soul was frozen, and he still can't recover for a while! It looks like hysteria."

"Yeah...one day I went hunting for wild animals in the back mountains and saw a huge wolf, as tall as a butcher and a half!

I was immediately frightened so much that my legs trembled, and I felt confused for a long time without regaining my composure. "

"Hahahahahahaha, Datong, you are just bragging."

"I'm afraid I'll scare you right away!"

Zhang He didn't pay attention to the remarks of these idle men. Old Cunzheng reminded him. When the stick hit him a little, he realized what he was saying. He took the coat back from Zhang Qinghe's hand and shook the clothes on his head. snow.

"Young man, if you don't wrap yourself up, you may get typhoid tomorrow."

After that, he put the coat on Zhang Qinghe's body. The coarse linen clothes wrapped the delicate brocade and looked a bit bloated. But in the eyes of these villagers, Zhang Qinghe's body finally felt a little warm - steaming white air. The energy around Zhang Qinghe rose up.

"Oh, that's right."

The villagers finally became satisfied, smiled, helped him sit on the ox cart nearby, and handed him a slightly warm stove.

"Officials, please wait a moment. They are ignorant and their language is vulgar. Please forgive me."

But now that the official is so wet, he might as well go to the village to rest for a while, change his clothes, and drink some hot soup. Otherwise, I might be in trouble if I feel the cold. "

It was Muramasa who said this. They had not seen the scene of Zhang Qinghe rescuing the boy, so they thought that although this man was well-dressed, he must be incompatible with the monks - after all, how could a dignified monk be immersed in the Weishui River? What about middle?

Seeing that Zhang Qinghe was silent, Muramasa was not annoyed. He just pulled Zhang San over and gave him a few chestnuts on his head.

"When the elders are not here, you go into the water on your own. Who gave you the courage?

Fortunately, it is a noble and auspicious person, otherwise such a big wave would be enough to drown ten of you! "

Zhang San was in pain and had tears in his eyes, but he didn't refute - or he couldn't refute.

If Zhang Qinghe hadn't rescued him in time, he might have been the one who sank under the Wei River today.

"San'er knows his mistake."