Chapter 115 Bowl Water

The original plan of the Heavenly Sect members was to come out from the east gate of the city, but now they are following Zhang Zhe out from the west gate of the city. Additionally, a small group of Heavenly Sect members have gone to the east gate of the city before, causing Huang Qian to feel a bit anxious in secret.

If, as Zhang Zhe had said before, those who went to the east gate of the city would probably have more misfortune than good.

He waited for a moment without hearing Zhang Zhe's answer, and his heart became more convinced that this person's identity was extraordinary, so he dared not offend him. After careful consideration, he said, "Since we have already left the city, it should be considered temporary stability. The sect originally sent someone to answer, but the people on the east side of the city have not calmed down yet. Tonight, such a big incident happened again, and the city must not be peaceful.". It's already late tonight. Why don't Mr. Zhang, all the members of the sect, and the remaining friends who escaped together find a place to rest outside the city with us first

To plan such a big action, the Heavenly Sect must have arranged for someone to respond outside.

Everyone had no objections upon hearing it.

The group of prisoners who escaped from prison while taking advantage of the chaos were even more impressed when they heard this. They had a clear sense of humanity and hugged their fists, saying, "That's really something we can't hope for. I've heard about the reputation of the Heavenly Cult righteous scholars before, and I thought there was still a bit of boasting. Today, I only realized what I said was true. We were all exposed to it."

The preaching of the Heavenly Church has always been open to all who come.

The people who joined the church included ordinary people, as well as merchants and vendors. The majority of farmers lost their land and property, and there were also many wealthy individuals in the green forest, even bandits and bandits who hated the court, among them.

It would be great if these death row inmates who came out of the prison could also join the Heavenly Sect.

Since Zhang Zhedao had already revealed his identity, the black scarf he was wearing on his face was taken off. Upon hearing the grateful words of these prisoners, Huang Qian finally showed a hint of smile on his face.

Jiang Xuening also saw the person's face clearly at this moment.

An ordinary square face, but with a scar on its eyebrows, it adds a touch of martial arts aura. Its inverted triangular eyes are somewhat sharp, and it does seem like a speaker in a relatively low position within the Heavenly Sect.

Everyone has already agreed, but Zhang Zhe has no further opinions.

The group then sneaked away at night.

There are several towns outside the capital where many families live, but they are easily discovered. The Heavenly Sect had already found a temporary foothold, so Huang Qian led everyone all the way towards the wild mountains in the southwest direction.

At the end of the hour, at the foot of a low hill ahead, a dilapidated temple with lights was finally seen. It is probably the place where the mountain people who used to live here used to worship the mountain gods. The yellow mud piled up wall has collapsed under the erosion of wind and rain, and the decaying door panels have fallen to the ground. The remaining paper on the windows shivers when the wind blows.

At first glance, it looks a bit eerie.

But as you get closer, you can see figures swaying inside, someone cleaning and tidying up inside.

As soon as I heard the movement coming from the mountain path ahead, a few figures emerged from the shadow of the dilapidated wall outside the temple. Looking up, I saw that there were more people coming than expected, and I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment before asking, "Have you all been rescued?"

Huang Qian instinctively glanced at Zhang Zhe behind him and shook his head.

The person frowned lightly and said, "The young master hasn't arrived yet, so I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a while. It's windy outside, come and talk first."

Jiang Xuening is at least a young lady from all walks of life. Even when she was with Wanniang in the past, she was not the kind of person who could endure hardships. The journey was not short, and it could be called rugged and dangerous. She almost fell down several times.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhe has been taking care of her all the way.

Although she didn't say a word, she was held up in time, and the warmth of her hands exchanged, feeling particularly at ease.

She persevered all the way, afraid that others would notice her.

But at the moment of entering this dilapidated temple, Jiang Xuening finally didn't hold her breath. The pain she had previously suppressed rushed up from her feet, and her legs were weak and not strong enough to stand, so she fell and sat on the ground.

She was wearing Zhang Zhe's clothes.

Wearing a touch of simplicity, simple yet loose, the person fell to the ground, and the collar slightly spread out, revealing the fair skin on the neck. The corners of the eyes were tinged with some water, showing a pitiful awkwardness. Even if Zhang Zhe had blackened her face to cover it up earlier, having such a pair of agile eyes was enough to reveal her brilliance.

Fortunately, everyone else came in at this moment and suddenly arrived at such a temporarily safe place. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and their behavior and shape were not much better than Jiang Xuening's.

This dilapidated temple is leaking air on all sides.

But for temporary rest, it is sufficient.

Huang Qian walked out to talk to those people, while others spontaneously sat around this temple, some leaning against the wall, some leaning against the pillars, most of whom were outlaws. How could one care whether this place is dirty or not?

All sit on the ground.

However, Zhang Zhe looked around and reluctantly found an old and relatively intact piece of cattail under the collapsed incense table. He placed it on the ground and didn't even glance at Jiang Xuening. He only whispered, "The ground is cold, you sit here."

Jiang Xuening was already exhausted and didn't even want to move her fingers. However, upon hearing his words, she gently raised her eyes and saw the man's profile, which was half hidden in the shadow. She was thin and silent, with her lips tightly closed and her lips straight, as if she had not said anything earlier.

This is a person who is not good at words and does not like to express themselves.

However, she had just clearly heard it.

So, as if feeling the palm he had previously clasped outside the city gate, an extremely secret sweetness quietly seeped out of her heart, clearly in such a confusing and dangerous situation, but she tasted a hint of sweetness.

Jiang Xuening remained silent and blinked as she looked at him. The corner of her lips curved slightly and obediently moved to sit on the impure futon.

Zhang Zhe remained silent and speechless.

He lowered his eyes and did not respond to her gaze. He calmly put on the hem of his robe and sat cross legged next to Jiang Xuening, unable to see any signs of officialdom.

No one has come to worship this temple for a long time, and although there are walls around, most of them have cracks. The colorful paintings painted on the walls have long lost their original colors, leaving only some dirty marks on the top. There is a Buddha statue on the front that cannot be seen, but half of its head has also fallen off. It doesn't look scary, but rather a bit comical.

The person in charge of Tianjiao has already tidied up here.

A cloth clad woman with a bun in her hair was carrying a basket of pancakes at the moment, and a boy in his teens with a towering braid walked in from the outside, holding a kettle in one hand and several thick ceramic bowls in the other.

"Are all the heroes tired?"

The woman was born slightly chubby, with a slightly dark complexion. Her hands were quite rough when extended, indicating that she came from an ordinary family who usually worked in the fields. Her smile was very simple, which easily made people feel good about her.

"I can't find anything else to eat on this big night. This is a homemade pancake that can barely fill my stomach. Please don't mind."

Coming out of prison, running for life all the way, feeling nervous all the way to this place, who is not physically and mentally exhausted?

I didn't feel anything when I was tense, but I sat down and relaxed before I realized the hunger inside.

At such a time, there were even pancakes delivered, which really counts as timely rain.

For a moment, everyone around was expressing gratitude, and some even exclaimed that the Heavenly Sect was thoughtful and full of loyalty.

The woman handed food to everyone, while the boy in his teens poured water for everyone.

The child is thin and thin like a monkey spirit, but has a round head, big eyes, and a clever hand and foot movement that does not match their age. They also smile happily.

Just open your mouth and call "this big brother", making this group of people listen very comfortably.

However, they did prepare in a hurry, although there was water, the bowls were not enough. Fortunately, everyone is someone who goes south and north without paying attention to details. It's not a big deal if you drink water from the same bowl and then take it over for me to drink.

However, when it came to Jiang Xuening, it was a bit awkward.

First, the woman handed over the pancake.

Jiang Xuening took it.

The woman didn't pay attention at first, but when Jiang Xuening reached out to take the pancake, she saw the small, snow-white piece of her wrist that was exposed. Her expression froze for a moment, but she didn't say anything, just smiled slightly at her.

Jiang Xuening felt that the woman should see that she was from her daughter's family, and felt a bit embarrassed. She quickly withdrew her hand into her wide sleeve and took a small bite of the pancake.

That kid came over and poured water.

The bowl in hand is one that has already been used by others before.

Jiang Xuening was not very hungry, but a bit thirsty. Looking at the bowl filled with water, she hesitated in her heart. Just as she bit her lip slightly, trying to muster the courage to reach out and pick it up, the other hand reached out before her and took the bowl.

The child was momentarily stunned and couldn't help but turn his head to look.

But it was Zhang Zhe sitting next to Jiang Xuening.

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He didn't speak either, but carefully wiped the edges of the bowl with the water in it, poured it out, took the kettle from the child's hand, and washed away the remaining dirt before pouring water back into the bowl and handing it to Jiang Xuening.

Jiang Xuening couldn't help but be stunned.

The memories of the previous life easily returned to my mind.

Or they were attacked.

At that time, the two of them escaped from Shengtian, carrying only a water sac that had been untied from the broken leg of the horse.

When she was thirsty, she untied the water bag and drank water directly.

Then when she stopped and looked up, she saw Zhang Zhe staring at her, as if she had something to say just now, but there was no time to say it.

At first, she didn't care.

The two of them searched the mountain path and walked forward. Jiang Xuening stopped to drink water twice, but did not forget to hand the water bag to Zhang Zhe and ask him if he was thirsty. But the man with the stereotype written on his face only silently took the water bottle and stuffed it in, without taking a sip.

Jiang Xuening only said that he is not thirsty.

But when the sun was shining and she accidentally turned her head to see his cracked lips, she raised her eyebrows and thought carefully. She deliberately took another water bottle and took a sip.

Then he stared at him with a playful smile.

She said, "I have drunk it in my palace before, and my lips have touched it, so you dare not drink it?"

Zhang Zhe lowered his eyes in front of her, neither approaching nor looking back, still with a cautious and restrained demeanor, and said, "The hierarchy is different, and there are differences between rulers and ministers. Please don't joke, Madam."

Jiang Xuening then developed a hint of resentment.

She didn't quite get used to Zhang Zhe like this. After pondering before and after, she deliberately lengthened her tone and walked around him for two steps, saying, "The distinction between superiors and subordinates is quite pleasant. So why didn't Lord Zhang tell this palace just now that this water bag belongs to you, which you have previously drunk?"

What was Zhang Zhe's expression at that time?

Probably a slight change in expression.

Jiang Xuening only remembered that he slowly closed his eyes, clasped both hands in his sleeves, and couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. It took him a while to bow his head, but he didn't explain it to himself. He just said, "I offended you."

She has drunk the water bottle he has drunk.

Only in this way can this person sit and stand restlessly, as if suffering from torment.

This undoubtedly gave Jiang Xuening an unprecedented fun of teasing, and she certainly knew that Zhang Zhe had not mentioned it before, firstly because she had already drunk it, and secondly because they only had this one water bottle. But she insisted on teasing him, handing him a water bottle and he didn't drink it. She deliberately drank it in front of him, and then looked at him, observing his subtle emotions couldn't be considered a very deep affection.

It seems as if the person being offended is him.

So I thought, I heard this person doesn't even have a concubine.

It wasn't until later, walking through this mountain and finding a water source, that her pleasure was finally put to rest.

Now, another bowl of water is handed to me.

The places that others have touched are carefully washed.

This stereotypical man on the surface is actually very meticulous and thoughtful, and he is very good at taking care of others.

Jiang Xuening didn't even know what kind of demon she had in her previous life. She was willing to play tricks on and belittle him. When she looked up, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a little mist covered her eyes.

She stared at him, just about to take the bowl.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhe's recent actions had already caught the attention of others. A rough looking man burst out laughing and said, "It's all about the old men drinking water and wiping the bowls clean. They're as shy as a woman!"

Zhang Zhe blindfolded his eyes but didn't pay attention.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuening felt a cluster of flames suddenly rising in her heart, igniting a prairie fire. She suddenly stood up and took a small bite of the quite hard pancake before smashing her hand towards the person's face!

There was a distance between them, and the cake hit Ren's face with a slight pain.

That person didn't expect that his smile could cause this. When he was hit, he was stunned for a moment, and then his anger also came up. However, when he looked up, he met a pair of delicate but icy eyes. The cold smell seeped out from the depths of his pupils, and even a hint of malice escaped. A cold wind blew past the temple gate, making him shiver with excitement!

The anger was immediately scared back by half.

You should know that many of those present came out of the prison, committing crimes such as killing and profiteering. He looks dirty and skinny on the outside, small and unremarkable, but Baoqi is a ruthless character. It's better to endure a moment of anger than to provoke a bad star.

That person didn't dare to curse back.

Jiang Xuening's heart was still burning, and she was about to speak, but one hand extended from below and tightly grasped her arm.

Zhang Zhe looked up at her and calmly said, "Drink water."

The bowl of water was still held flat in his hand, without spilling any.

At present, it is not the time to compete for this breath, let alone to win. Jiang Xuening finally swallowed this breath back, sat down again, lowered her eyebrows, took the bowl from his hand with both hands, and drank water in small sips.

That bowl is big, but her face is as small as a palm.

When I lowered my head, my face was buried in the bowl, like a little deer stopping by the mountain stream to slowly drink water.

Zhang Zhe felt his heart soften as he watched.

There was a moment of silence inside the temple.

The man muttered a few words to himself, then glanced at Zhang Zhe and remembered the scene at the city gate. He expected that this person had a good status in the Heavenly Sect, and he dared not have any objections. He had no choice but to pretend that nothing had happened and eat cake in silence.

Instead, there was a disheveled and disheveled man in the shadow of the corner, his gaze fixed on Jiang Xuening's body through his messy hair, lost in thought.