On the pavilion, there is a word of Tianquan. After the pavilion, a small spring flows through the pavilion. It is blue and quiet, and the sound is loud, almost half of the heat is cut.

In the octagonal pavilion, a small child and a middle-aged man are busy.

The two people in front of the stream of people around the downhill, with the drink to go, the little boy is pulling the scorpion, called the joy.

"Tianquan, one of the best mountain springs in the Southern Song Dynasty." Xuanyuan Che stopped in the moment and looked up at the Tianquan word on the octagonal pavilion.

Haoyue also looked at the past with a cry.

I saw that the octagonal pavilion was on the two books, and went into the temple and suddenly went to the mountain and returned to Baoshan.

There is absolutely no artistic conception, but I am afraid that it is said that this national temple does not drink Tianquan water, just like entering Baoshan and empty-handed back.

The top corner is horizontally approved, and the gods are warm.

The eyebrows were picking up, they were all things that fooled people, but after a long day, this season was really hot and dry.

"Thirsty." Turned to look at Xuanyuan Che, Haoyue is quite direct.

Xuanyuan Che Wen smiled and smiled, and Shen Quan was not a spring. This did not attract him, but as he said, he was thirsty.

In front, the two are quite clear, there are still a few miles to the Imperial City, and there is no water on the road.

At the moment, the two went up side by side.

Don't want money, it is God's gift to Heaven, as long as you are sincere, just drink.

Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che are absolutely not sincere. Both of them believe in people who believe in God and are not as good as themselves, but they cannot drink.

"The son, come here." The child saw the turn of the moon and Xuanyuan Che, the innocent smile of the bright Xuan Xuan sweet sweet, and reached out to the Tianquan water spoon from a cylinder.

Just after that cylinder just finished drinking, this tank is the first one.