Mr. Feng sat quietly on the sand dune, just opened the wine gourd, squinted his eyes and took a sip of enjoyment.
What does this mean?
Just when I was confused, the girl in pink shrugged and said, "What our master and apprentice mean is that we can't get out now. We have to wait until the next bell rings before we can find a way."
"Yes, yes." Mr. Feng nodded.
It turns out that they are really master and apprentice. It is really strange that an eighty-year-old and an eighteen-year-old are matched...
After that, we could only continue to stay where we were. Lao Jiang tied the camel next to the sand dune, and we rarely took a nap.
He Lanxue meditated cross-legged with a sword on his back, and lit a stick of incense in front of him. The refreshing scent of sandalwood lingered around us so lightly that it diluted our fatigue from the past few days.
"Brother Xiaoyu, you must be hungry." Yin Ling'er jumped up and appeared in front of Shen Xiaoyu and Bald Head, and took out some fragrant sesame naan cakes from the big bamboo basket behind them.
"I'll give you the cake in exchange for a hundred braised chicken legs. Give it to me when you go back. Isn't this a good deal?"
“Jian Shou is such a good deal!”
"We need to establish written evidence."
“Stand, stand, stand!”
Shen Xiaoyu couldn't care less about the image of the black sword Qilin, and wolfed down the cakes, and cried with joy in the end.
Immediately, Yin Ling'er put her hands on her hips and looked up: "The young lady above is so beautiful. Do you want something to eat? You can exchange it for a hundred chicken legs."
The pink-clothed girl's eyes turned into crescent moons when she smiled, and she covered her face in embarrassment: "Little sister really knows how to talk, am I really that beautiful?"
Yin Ling'er nodded seriously: "Of course, our mother-in-law in Miaojiang has been saying since we were young that the longer a girl's legs are, the more beautiful she will be, and the more people will pursue her."
"You see, my legs are very short." Yin Ling'er was so angry that she stamped her feet, hating that iron could not become steel.
The girl in pink didn't seem to expect that Yin Ling'er was so funny. She glanced at her long legs and said, "No, many people dislike me for having a flat chest."
After saying that, she glanced in the direction of Lao Jiang and Shen Xiaoyu meaningfully, and let out a cold snort: "Next time you hear me, I will let Lao Feng chop you all into pieces and feed them to the dogs."
This sentence made me shocked. Everyone respects Mr. Feng very much. Why would a young girl talk about Mr. Feng?
As a disciple, how can you ignore your elders?
What's even more strange is that when Lao Jiang and others heard the provocative words of the girl in pink, they all huddled under the sand dunes, not daring to move. They also changed the topic one after another: "It's delicious. This naan is so delicious."
Seeing this, my impression of her dropped a lot!
Such a arrogant girl, I don't know how she died next.
As if he understood my eyes, a cold light suddenly shot towards me on the sand dune, and then with a 'plop', I saw the girl in pink fall down.
Her foundation in Qinggong seemed to be very poor, and she almost fell into a figure-eight shape when she landed. But she was not embarrassed at all. She got up from the ground, patted the sand on her clothes, pointed her finger at my nose and said, "Who are you? Do you have a problem with me?"
I waved my hands repeatedly: "No, no, I am Lao Jiang's new disciple, my name is Li Jinglan."
She was so surprised that she covered her mouth: "Why did Lao Jiang accept another apprentice?"
I don't know how to answer this sentence: "Maybe he is more capable of being a disciple. Of course, my life is very tough. I even managed to break out of Yinxu without incident and became a Yinlin."
"Right, Lao Jiang?"
I glanced at Old Jiang, but I saw that Old Jiang was a coward with his head buried in naan bread, not daring to answer a word.
But I could vaguely hear him muttering: I'm really not ashamed to brag to people that I came back from Yin Ruins...
The girl in pink clothes was so surprised that she covered her mouth again, stretched out her hand to me and said: "Then you are so powerful. You can break out of Yinxu, which is full of institutions at such a young age. Please give me more advice in the future, I will call you Jinglan Brother."
At this time, I saw Yin Ling'er shooting a pig-like look, and immediately I didn't dare to hold it: "No, no, just call me Li Jinglan."
"You joined Qilin earlier than me, so you should be my senior."
The girl in pink clothes shook her head: "No, I just followed Lao Feng all the way to eat and drink. I don't have any skills. I am not an official Qilin member."
Originally, I wanted to be polite to the girl in pink, but I was dragged away by the angry Yin Ling'er. Her pink cheeks puffed up into the shape of a pufferfish, and she stared at me and said, "Do you want me to let Maomao out? I call you brother Jinglan?”
I suddenly felt itching on my back and immediately shook my head.
Our conversation made Lao Jiang and the others burst into laughter, and even He Lanxue could not help but curl up her lips in laughter.
But no one saw that at the moment I left, the girl in pink's eyes actually fell on the God-killing dagger at my waist, and she stayed there for two or three seconds before moving away!
I don’t know if it was because of Feng Lao’s support, but I felt like my heart was calmed all of a sudden.
Listening to Yin Ling'er chirping that the whole team's food is on her, Shen Xiaoyu and Bald Head already owe themselves hundreds of chicken drumsticks...
In fact, what I was thinking about was the old man on the sand dunes who looked like a hermit.
He must have been in many tombs, right? Have you ever had any confrontations with Warner?
And when we were leaving in Shanghai, the god-like man that Mr. Zhang was thinking about was Mr. Feng?
But Mr. Feng must be at least seventy or eighty years old, with a fluttering white beard and few teeth left in his mouth. Even if Mr. Zhang has a feminine temperament and doesn't like beautiful women but prefers strong men, his taste won't be so unique, right?
Maybe he is a person who values inner beauty? Appearances are fleeting in his eyes, I thought to myself.
Sensing the strange look in my eyes, Yin Ling'er came over and asked me why I was absent-minded. I was too embarrassed to say this in public, so I could only whisper to her quietly.
Yin Ling'er, who didn't expect to hear this, couldn't help it. She burst into laughter and burst into tears: "Oh my god, Mr. Zhang's taste is actually... hahaha... so funny."
I covered her mouth and reminded her to whisper: "Secret, this is a little secret between us!"
Yin Ling'er hooked up with me.
But the strange thing is that when I wanted to continue to inquire about the identity of the master and disciple, Lao Jiang and others all kept silent, and were not even willing to tell us the real names of Mr. Feng and the girl in pink.
The expressions on their faces were all abnormal, and they seemed to be secretive about their identities!
Yin Ling'er and I became more and more curious, but we saw Mr. Feng holding the wine gourd in his hands, stumbling and falling asleep.
A trace of saliva slipped from the corner of his mouth.
My admiration for Young Master Zhang has deepened. This kind of handsome young master who only cares about the inside and dares to challenge the world is really the only one in the world...
At this moment, everyone was closing their eyes and concentrating. Only the girl in pink clothes in the team stood out. She ran over and stared at the camel. She rushed to the crow, He was so curious that he teased the little black eagle with a golden beak; he was suddenly attracted by his companion's handsome face, and went around asking him questions.
Finally, Banban couldn't bear it anymore and wrote a word on the ground with his hand: Kill!
I hurried over to stop her. I knew what Banban meant was: Master, I can't stand it anymore. Can I kill her?
If this happens, Mr. Feng is afraid that he will kill me, so I quickly act as a peacemaker in the middle to let my companions calm down.
But I finally know the name of the girl in pink. Her name is as strange as her name: Nuwa Xiaoxiao.
I glanced sideways at her busty breasts, and I felt it, so what did Nuwa mean?
Since I was born, this is the first time I have heard of someone using Nuwa as their surname. You must know that the first myth since the birth of the Chinese nation is that Nuwa patched up the sky!
It was Nuwa who saved the world and created the first generation of humans out of clay.
How could she use the God of Creation as her last name?
Her parents are also very courageous and are not afraid of dying right after she is born...
After thinking about it, I felt a little sleepy, but I didn't dare to close my eyes for fear of encountering danger again. After all, the bones of the two Qilin members lying nearby were still cold.
As a result, what I thought came to mind, and suddenly I noticed very light footsteps coming from the fog!
The other party seemed not to want to be discovered by us, but because there were so many things walking by, it was inevitable that one or two feet would sink into the sand, making a "crunch" and "crunch" sound.
I wanted to call Lao Jiang, but found that everyone was awake.
Everyone's eyes widened and their ears moved slightly, catching the movement in the thick fog.
The footsteps were getting bigger and denser. Yin Ling'er, Lin Qiu Sheng and I turned on the flashlights from three directions and suddenly saw the mist full of green eyes.
One pair, two pairs, three pairs...
I can't keep counting. I must have at least one or two hundred pairs!
Those eyes are wandering in the fog, like ghostly ghosts from hell, wandering around us!
