There was Mu Sange, who had been in love with him for more than ten years, and Lin Luoran's brain was infatuated. A certain circuit in Lin Luoran's mind was so slow that he never thought deeply about other people's probing eyes. The martial artist is as cold as a piece of cold jade. Although he has amorous feelings, what's more, there is an inadvertent sharpness in his eyes.
The fierce Hanyu also softened at times, but because the young man named Azhi was too stubborn and didn't want her help, she always reminded her of Huang Weijian, who was already half of the Lin family. Sometimes this kind of stubbornness makes people helpless, but you have to admit that people with a certain kind of persistence are stubborn and stupid, but they are cute and admirable.
The sect that accepts apprentices in Fengcheng is called "Five Tiger Gate", and most of the masters in the sect are enshrined in the Penglai military. In the border cities, it is already a great sect. On the day of accepting apprentices, there are surging crowds. Lin Luoran also saw some youths from the countryside Carrying a clucking rooster... Apprenticeship requires apprenticeship ceremony, which is already deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Azhi was too stubborn, yet as simple as jade in the rough, Lin Luoran persuaded him, so he quietly found a person in charge of Wuhumen's apprenticeship this time, and with a flying ticket of 1,000 taels, this person was finally willing to be honest. Seeing Lin Luoran.
Lin Luoran has no external skills, and she is full of hostility in every gesture. The Mu family can only see that she has a good temperament, but the person in charge of Wuhumen can see at a glance that this is the hostility after being stained with blood... His attitude has become respectful Well, Wuhumen has a great reputation in the bitterly cold place in the far west, and the person in charge still knows that there is a sky beyond the sky to be appointed to take charge of the matter of recruiting apprentices.
Flying tickets and deterrence are two-pronged approach, and the man surnamed Lu guarantees that he will take good care of Azhi.
Lin Luoran was noncommittal, looking back at the crowd, the young man was trying his best to squeeze in. A ray of spiritual power popped out of her hand, and it sank into the young man's eyebrows.
Learning martial arts focuses on the muscles and bones, and the spiritual power of the alchemy cultivator is enough for Ah Zhi to use endlessly.
Goodbye, goodbye.
There was a smile on Lin Luoran's lips, but he knew very well that there would probably be no day of seeing each other again. This is a place completely different from the current environment of the earth. The mountains are green and the water is green, and there is no Sudan red gutter oil poisonous milk powder, but she is still willing to stay in the real world where spiritual energy is lacking.
In the city of Rong in the middle of Sichuan in China, there are her relatives, close friends, and disciples waiting for her.
Lin Luoran thought, this is the bond of family!
Leaving from Fengcheng, the speed of the caravan has increased significantly. Under the day and night, the caravan either rests in the countryside or sleeps in the wild mountains. If it weren't for the easy way to go official, Lin Luoran guessed that Mu Qingshan and the others would never take risks in the city for the rest of their lives.
The Mu family is an old-fashioned caravan, and they manage well up and down. Although it is a troubled time, no one really checks their caravan. In fact, Mu Qingshan is just guilty.
To Lin Luoran, whether sleeping in the wilderness or a clean inn with hot water makes no difference.
Anyway, she practiced by herself every day, and she ate space dishes that were fired alone. There was never a shortage of hot water, and she didn't have a problem with where to rest. The only thing she cares about is one thing. Whenever she goes to a new place, she will completely let go of her mind, like a sophisticated scanner, looking for news about Penglai Xianshan in tea shops in the market or the messages of rural women's parents.
What displeased Mu Fei was that as the convoy speeded up, the whole team looked dusty. No matter how much facial cream she applied on weekdays, her little face was still getting sallow day by day in such an uncomfortable environment.
And Lin Luoran was always fresh, casual, but absolutely neat, and even her honey-colored skin became fairer day by day on the way north, like a piece of exquisitely polished jade.
The calmer Lin Luoran was, the more obsessive Mu Qingshan's eyes became.
On this day, the convoy missed the time to enter the city again. Mu Qingshan meant to set up camp on the spot, but Mu Feiqiang pointed to the faint light not far away and suggested:
"Fourth Uncle, there is a small village in front of us. Wouldn't it be a good idea for us to go to the village to spend the night? We can also replenish rice in the village."
After driving for more than a month, the weather was calm, and a few little thieves were dispatched by the Mu family's guards. It seemed that the war on the front line had not been lost, and the situation was still under control. Mu Qingshan was also a little moved.
Replenishment of rice is still the next step, just like his niece, Mu Qingshan also wants to boil a big pot of hot water and take a good bath.
Lin Luoran saw that their uncle and nephew were in high spirits, but couldn't help pouring cold water on them:
"If I were you, I would choose to camp farther from here than to enter the village."
Mu Qingshan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Lin Wushi, who had never made any suggestion, would object. He just suffered from the common problem of the unrequited love party who "cares more about his appearance than gains and losses", but his brain has not yet fainted. When Lin Luoran opened his golden mouth for the first time, he knew that this village might not be as simple as it seemed.
Mu Feiqiang was furious, thinking that Lin Luoran was deliberately antagonizing her and trying to save her face.
Seeing the angry face on the little girl's face, Lin Luoran was a little puzzled, not knowing where he had provoked her again - after all, Lin Luoran was too lazy to care about the teenage girl, so Lin Luoran simply returned to the car and closed his eyes to rest.
Seeing that Mu Qingshan was in a daze again, Mu Feiqiang stomped his feet angrily: "Fourth Uncle, can you have your own opinion, you are the team manager! Look at you like that, no woman would look down upon you!"
Master Lin seemed to be angry, and his niece was also angry. Mu Qingshan was one head and two big, but he was stimulated by Mu Feiqiang's words that "any woman is looked down upon". So he decided to follow his own mind once and enter the village.
From the guards down to the grooms, they all unanimously supported Fourth Master Mu's decision.
They ate jerky and porridge all day long, and when they smelled the scent wafting from Lin Luoran's small kitchen, they were almost dizzy - the farmhouse is good, the farmhouse has stir-fries!
So a group of people walked towards the dimly lit place, and the "grain truck" loaded with several weapons left heavy ruts on the ground.
In the carriage, Lin Luoran took a bunch of grapes and ate happily, how could he look angry? Mu Qingshan will misunderstand again.
The villagers in the village all rested, awakened by the arrival of the convoy. After Mu Qingshan asked someone to give enough accommodation fees, the village chief's wives organized many women to get up and kill chickens and wash rice to smear and go to the fields. Chop the cabbage and wash the radish.
This is a meal for more than a hundred people, so naturally they will not miss out on rewards or something.
The maidservant next to Mu Feiqiang handed a golden bean to the village chief's wife, and the woman dragged a vegetable washer and asked her to boil a pot of bath water for Miss Mu first, and then give one to Mrs. Mu's Bath water is also available.
While Mu Feiqiang was soaking in the hot water, the open space in the village was full of joy and laughter.
That's because the guards were allowed to have a drink tonight. Since the convoy set off, they haven't had a drink for more than a month! Stuffed chicken with green bamboo shoots, meat dipped in sauce, smooth steamed eggs... The exhaustion of the journey was swept away, and Mu Qingshan felt refreshed, and told them to eat first.
He looked at the carriage where Lin Luoran was in, and there was no movement when he arrived in the village.
Are you still angry? Mu Qingshan plucked up the courage to lift his feet and walked over there, the shadow of the car turned into two at once, his feet were light and his head was heavy, and he fainted immediately.
"Second master, second master..."
The guards were all startled, and pulled out their sabers, but they were protecting Mu Qingshan when they realized that their hands and feet were so weak that they couldn't hold the weapon steadily and fell to the ground.
When things got to this point, no one knew that they had entered a den of thieves. Mu Qingshan raised his head reluctantly, and looked at the village chief who seemed to be a different person: "...soft, loose tendons, so big, handwriting..."
The village head laughed twice, "Fourth Master Mu, do you still like the hot water?"
After being called out of the ranking, Mu Qingshan's expression became even more disheartened. This is no way to block the way*, it is clear that they came prepared... The news of their Mu family's transportation of heavy crossbows still leaked, I don't know if the elder brother is still safe.
Mu Qingshan was regretting and tormenting, but there was a sudden scream in the room where his niece was bathing.
Feiqiang was still inside... Mu Qingshan really turned pale when he remembered his brother's entrustment.
"It doesn't matter if you rob things, or do you still want to rob sex?"
— A faint sigh came from the carriage, and the village chief shouted, "Who is it?!"