On that night, it rained heavily and it was rushing.

The sky seemed to collapse, and the rain was so heavy that it was endless, making the primitive and wild mountains even more gloomy and darker.

Fang Junmei simply didn't plan to rush to the road. She slowed down the Taiyi Qingling Boat and wanted to park the boat on the top of the hill. The two of them were resting directly in the cabin to deal with this night.

"Brother Junmei, it seems that there is someone there, and the lights are still on."

Wan Xiaohua pointed in a certain direction and suddenly said.

Fang Junmei looked at him and saw that on the ground several miles below, there was a house-like thing in a deep valley, with a little bean-sized light on it.

...

This is really strange!

In this vast mountainous country, there is one more family. It is obvious that it should be a monk, but it has not locked up the valley where he lives, clouds and mist.

What exactly is the owner of this family doing?

...

Fang Jun's eyebrows flew around for a moment, and then he released his spiritual consciousness to look.

There was no restriction on the house. As soon as the spiritual consciousness passed by, the scene inside immediately came into view.

Simple furniture, simple tables, chairs, wooden beds, a man in white looks like a young man sitting by the table, holding a book, reading with interest, with a very focused look, as if he was going to Beijing to take the exam.

It seemed as if he had noticed a spiritual sense coming, the man's eyes flashed, and there was no other movement, nor did he look in the direction of Fang Junmei and the others.

"It turned out to be him?"
Chapter completed!