The two teenagers followed Lin Luoran around and made a detour back to the pool, both a little unhappy.
"Sister, those people are sneaky, they are not good people at first glance." Seeing Lin Luoran returning to the camp as if nothing had happened, Lin Luodong hurriedly said.
Time was running short, so Lin Luoran had to use fire power to dry the wild tea. The procedure was short of many steps. When a cup was brewed, it tasted bitter, but the aftertaste was very sweet, and there was an aura in it.
"You have a good eye." Lin Luoran held up the teacup and praised it, which was worthy of the two teenagers' big night of fighting with others.
Seeing her sister changing the subject, Lin Luodong was anxious to jump, but Huang Weijian found that Xiao Jin hadn't come back.
"Could it be?" He wasn't sure yet.
Lin Luoran nodded: "If I don't know what these islanders are doing in Shunan Bamboo Sea, I don't feel at ease even if I travel." In addition to Xiao Jin, she actually has a ray of spiritual consciousness attached to that Asada Yingzi. Surveillance in the air, spiritual sense as the introduction, two-pronged approach, to ensure nothing goes wrong.
Lin Luodong was very excited, because he hadn't cultivated yet, and he had never ventured out with his sister before. He could foresee that this summer vacation must be a special and unforgettable summer camp.
Huang Weijian nodded: "Then we now...?"
Lin Luoran laughed out loud: "Of course it's time to sleep now! Teenage brats, don't rest, I'm afraid you won't grow taller!" She is also 1.7 meters tall, and the two teenagers are really taller than each other at this time. However, he was speechless and obediently ran to sleep in the tent.
Lin Luoran carried the little green fox to another tent, "You too, you won't grow up if you don't sleep!"
The little green fox grinned, but Lin Luoran was unmoved, and hugged the little fox in meditation by the pool.
The wood system in the bamboo grove is full of aura, and the little green fox was exposed to the light of the beads, and also snatched a lot of wood aura, obediently lying on Lin Luoran's feet, forgetting what Lin Luoran said that it would not grow up.
Lin Luoran was awakened by the chirping of birds in the early morning. The two excited teenagers slept very restlessly last night. When Lin Luoran opened his eyes, they even packed up their tents and were just waiting to go.
"Looking at you, you probably aren't in the mood to make breakfast, right? Here." She handed the two teenagers a few pieces of fresh wild tea leaves, took the lead in demonstrating, and put the other few pieces of wild tea leaves into her mouth to chew.
Lin Luodong has always been the most convinced of her sister, and she chewed tea leaves like a model. Huang Weijian hesitated a little, and when Lin Luoran spit out the chewed tea leaves again, he realized that they were used to freshen his breath.
This elder sister of the Lin family is very strange. She seems to know all the functions of every plant and tree in the mountains. She really seems to belong to the mountains and forests. After spitting out the tea leaves, the freshness in my mouth is quite different from toothpaste, and it belongs to another feeling.
Three people and one fox, packed up and set off on the road, eating some fruits to fill their stomachs while walking.
They walked all the way to the deep mountains, and the waterfall roared, splashing a lot of water droplets on the bamboo leaves. A new day has just begun.
... ...
A few Japanese rushed away at night and walked all night. They were alright as practitioners. Translator Sun was a mortal body. He stumbled in the dense forest and slowed down the team. A Japanese man wanted to abandon him several times. Asada Yingzi decides to keep him.
In the morning, when Translator Sun opened his red eyes and was unwilling to move around, they finally saw the smoke from the kitchen deep in the forest. As soon as there is cooking smoke, there are people. Asada Sakurako took out the map and compared it, showing joy:
"Sun Jun, hold on!"
Translator Sun was so sleepy that he kept fighting with his upper and lower eyelids. He couldn't figure out that these Japanese guests would not stay in a good city, but they wanted to come to this place where birds don't lay eggs. As a result, he was first startled by a cultivator last night, and then ran around all night. , embarrassed.
Sakurako Asada murmured in Translator Sun's ear for a while, and Translator Sun regained some energy.
The gentle "please" was very satisfying to Translator Sun's manly feelings. He felt that Ms. Yingzi was so weak and pitiful, so he had to pull himself together to lead the way. The few of them turned over a mountain again, and there were few people in the mountain stream. Among the thatched roof houses, Translator Sun took the lead and led a few Japanese people down the hill to the village.
Xiao Jin stared at these people coldly in the clouds, and fell silently on a big locust tree at the head of the village. A small sparrow was photographed by the majesty of the high-ranking birds, and fell to the ground in a daze. The child picked it up, laughing and clamoring to roast a sparrow to eat.
Translator Sun went all the way into the village. There were few outsiders in this isolated village. When the dogs in the village smelled strangers, everyone barked together like a chorus. An old man was wearing a pair of straw sandals, and was eating a bowl of noodles while walking this way. His cloudy eyes found that they were all young people he didn't know, so he still warmly greeted them.
"Where do the guests come from? But they got lost in the mountains?" This village is extremely remote, hidden deep in the mountains, and there is no electricity until today. If it is not lost, most people really can't find it here.
Sakurako Asada has no problem listening to Chinese, but the old man's local accent is too strong. She only heard "lost" or something, and she was overjoyed for a while. This excuse is very suitable for them.
However, Translator Sun did not dare to vent to the Japanese guests after a night of hard work, but he was superior to his compatriots. At this time, he did not see Sakurako Asada's wink at all, and took out a few old people's heads by himself:
"Old man, cook us a breakfast and tidy up two rooms, and the money will be yours."
The old man was hard of hearing, and couldn't hear what Translator Sun said: "You want to give me this money? I'm so sorry...Young son, the old man doesn't want your money, let's go."
Many people opened the door to look, and laughed when they heard the old man speak. This foreigner's tone is condescending, which makes people uncomfortable, so it's good to tease them.
Sakurako Asada coughed lightly, and Translator Sun added a few more money and repeated the words.
There are also about one thousand Huaxia coins. In such a barren place, some people dig the land on the slope for a year, and they don't see so much cash. They don’t use electricity, but they always need necessities like salt. In a city where prices are soaring, 1,000 yuan is not enough for an ordinary salaryman’s monthly living expenses. How much is salt? Iodine is added for one yuan and fifty cents. If these are replaced with salt, the whole family can be salted to death.
The old man took the money, and really led them to the yard of his home. Translator Sun was elated, Sakurako Asada seemed to love the pottery pots hanging on the wall and in the yard everywhere in the village, and whispering with a few of her subordinates there.
Translator Sun didn't know what to see in the clay pot, so he squeezed in to make some impromptu display, but Sakurako Asada and the others stopped talking.
The old man came out with eggs spread out, but when he heard Chirp’s crooked island accent, the old man froze for a moment. He was about to spit into the egg noodles, but he couldn’t bear to waste the food, so he turned a corner and went out from the back. Greet those skin children to eat noodles.
Several children were tempted to swallow their mouths by the smell of eggs. This morning, the children in the village ate two meals, their bellies were full and their mouths were full, and they were extremely happy.
The old man went back to the kitchen, cooked gruel with the leftovers from last night, and threw the rotten sweet potatoes that were specially picked out to be fed to the pigs in the stove to roast. After half an hour, the breakfast of white porridge with roasted sweet potatoes was served. An old clay pot contained a can of white porridge, and the roasted sweet potatoes were placed in a chipped clay pot.
First of all, Translator Sun fell down in anger. He offered 1,000 yuan, and the steamed seafood dumplings would satisfy his hunger. The old man sent him off with rotten sweet potatoes, which was too deceitful!
He was about to get angry, but Asada Sakura and the others ate very deliciously. White porridge and sweet potatoes are all natural things, which are in line with the health regimen pursued by the islanders. Watching Asada Sakura sip the porridge, the old man felt He snorted coldly, but somewhat changed his opinion of these Japanese people.
Of course, there is nothing lacking in vigilance. Translator Sun, who was classified as a "traitor", has just begun his ordeal in the small mountain village.
... ...
While Translator Sun was still struggling with the dark dry toilet in the village, Lin Luoran brought two teenagers, a little green fox, and landed on the top of the mountain leisurely. She Yujian, Asada Sakurako and the others walked, and it was only a matter of time before and after they caught up with them.
She has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment, and her spiritual consciousness is only ten miles away. These Japanese people's cultivation base is too low, and they will not be found at this distance. Sensing Xiao Jin, Lin Luoran comforted it and asked Xiao Jin to continue monitoring.
However, this small mountain village is so difficult to find, and there is only a narrow path leading to the outside. What are Sakurako Asada and the others doing here
Lin Luodong was in high spirits, took out a military binoculars from his luggage, and handed it to Huang Weijian.
What summer camp could be more exciting than following a group of Japanese with ulterior motives