Back Off, Let Me Come

Midas touch and Jinwu Zangjiao are hopeless.

Although Shen Tang was disappointed, he didn't dare to risk his own life.

As time passed bit by bit, the dark blue cloud was dyed with a faint red-orange halo until the end of the night.

When a bunch of mischievous sunshine kisses the eyelids, Qishan wakes up from sleep.

Glancing at the sun, he rubbed his right eye sleepily and muttered softly.

"How did you get right?"

Shen Tang said: "It's getting late at this point."

Qishan heard the sound and looked around, only to see Mr. Shen Xiaolang sitting on the campfire and roasting things.

"You didn't sleep last night?"

The rough linen prison uniform was wet with dew, and it clung to the skin limply, without the wrinkles caused by deep sleep.

Shen Tang didn't raise his head: "I didn't sleep, too many things happened yesterday and I couldn't fall asleep. Would you like to have a taste of my craft?"

As he spoke, he handed the branch in his hand to Qishan.

Only then did Qishan see clearly what was roasting in Shen Tang's hands.

Three pancakes strung together by tree branches,

The pancakes are about the size of an adult's palm, and are baked until both sides are browned, silently exuding the enticing burnt aroma of food.

In the wilderness, where do you get the cake?

No need to guess.

He was not too polite with Shen Tang: "Thank you."

Qishan is a particular person, and there is a "preparatory activity" before eating the morning meal - I saw him wet the veil with the water in the water bag, wipe off the residual drowsiness on his face, then take out the tooth wood from the bag, sprinkle some mint green powder on it, Wipe your teeth with the remaining water in the water bag and rinse your mouth.

After cleaning, he picked up the scorched pancakes.

"Huh? Why is it sweet?"

Although the sweetness is not strong, and it is mostly covered by crispy, but you can still taste it carefully.

Shen Tang reveals the secret: "The cauldron is as sweet as sugar, you can't get it if you ask for it."

After hearing this, Qishan's expression immediately became indescribable, and even the pancakes in his mouth didn't smell good.

He said helplessly: "...'Ding Wok Ru Yi' originated from a righteous song, and it also belongs to the morale-boosting speech spirit, which has extremely high requirements for the literary heart..."

Are you sincerely having trouble with these words?

No matter what the effect is, it will be eaten in the hands of Mr. Shen Xiaolang?

This makes me how to look directly at "the pot is like a candy" in the future?

"Whatever it is, in my opinion, it is only useful if it can fill my stomach." Shen Tang blew on the hot pancake, took a sip carefully, and followed the aroma of the food. The mouth spread, and there was a sense of satisfaction that was bursting with happiness, "The caramel on the pancakes is not just from 'Dinghuoganruyi', I found that the words of this sentence consume a lot of Wenxin, so I discarded it..."

Praying for goodness: "..."

Co-authored, did she harm other words for a piece of caramel?

"Then which sentence did you choose?"

Shen Tang stretched out his right hand calmly: "Zhou Yuan is so sad, Jin Tu is like a sweet potato."

A piece of caramel the size of a thumb appeared.

Qishan frowned suddenly: "This sentence is so..."

Shen Tang threw the caramel into his mouth and chewed, and squinted his eyes satisfied after chewing: "What's wrong with the spirit of this sentence?"

"Never used it."

Shen Tang: "... Huh?"

"The speech spirits we use now all come from those national seals, or from that thief star. The speech spirits recorded on it are as vast as smoke, and I don't know how many of them are there. It has been more than two hundred years since the appearance of the thief star. More and more language spirits are being used by capable people and strangers, but compared to the unusable language spirits, it is still the tip of the iceberg. This sentence 'Zhou Yuan's 膴膴, Jintu Ruyi' was just copied by me accidentally..."

He found it interesting and wrote it down.

Shen Tang: "..."

Qishan asked her: "How effective is this sentence?"

Just turned into a caramel?

Shen Tang asked without answering: "Didn't Mr. Qi see it?"

Her eyes are too open and clear, like a clear spring that can see the bottom at a glance, Qishan can't tell whether she is hiding something, but she knows that she is not innocent on the surface. No longer talking, the two ate the morning food quietly, ate all the baked pancakes, and disposed of the campfire after eating and drinking.

Pack your things and get ready to go.

Because the rough linen prison uniform on Shen Tang was too eye-catching, Qishan donated a clean old one. While waiting for Mr. Shen to change his clothes, he accidentally stepped on a piece of soft soil.

"Huh?"

Squat down and brush aside the weeds to find out.

I picked up a pinch of loose, wet and soft soil with my fingers and felt it carefully, and found that it was completely different from the barren sand that could raise dust three steps away.

Thinking of something, he pulled out the sword at his waist with a swipe, and stabbed at this piece of soil. When the sword's edge entered the soil, it was soft and easy to enter at first, without hindrance, but it was difficult to move an inch when it was six inches into the earth, because the sword's edge was entangled with some sticky soil.

He pulled out the long sword from the soil again.

The mud on the blade reflects the situation truthfully.

Qishan twirled the soil on the edge of the sword, and murmured thoughtfully: "Zhou Yuan is so sad, Jin Tu is like a sweet..."

The general meaning of this sentence is that the land in Zhouyuan is fertile, and even viola and bitter herbs can be as sweet as caramel.

The spirit of Shen Xiaolang-jun's words...

The focus is on "caramel"?

Or is it in the context of "Zhou Yuanxuan"?

Qi Shan lowered his eyelids to clean the sword body, retracted the scabbard, stood up as if nothing had happened, and rubbed the dirt with his clogs to cover up the sword marks. Not long after, Shen Tang came out from the dense forest.

The adult man's clothes were too wide for the eleven-year-old boy, so she had to use long straps to gather the sleeves around her wrists, changing from wide sleeves to narrow sleeves, and then raised the excessively long hem to be even with the ankles. Then wrap the waist with a waist rope to fix the clothes.

Coupled with that handsome face that is partial to a woman and has a bit of a wild temperament, it has a bit of a romantic boy.

Qishan called out: "Mr. Shen, let's go, follow."

Shen Tang trotted a few steps: "Sir, here we come."

As the sun rose and the scorching sun became hotter, Shen Tang wiped his sweat with his sleeve: "Mr. Qi, don't you have the magic words of a tall horse here? The third-class hairpin curled up with a sword, gun, sword, and halberd last night." It’s a big horse again, so it’s very convenient for transportation.”

Qi Shan asked her calmly: "Mr. Shen Xiaolang has the courage?"

Shen Tang shook his head: "This...no..."

"Because there is no courage, there are no horses."

With a single sentence, Shen Tang was sentenced to "death sentence".

Shen Tang almost breathed out his soul: "Why? Aren't all the literary minds and bravery equal? ​​This kind of eloquence can't be shared?"

She felt that her literary heart was despised!

Looking down at his two thin bamboo pole-like legs, he was speechless. Although the wound on her foot has been treated briefly, and she also wears the soft-soled straw sandals that Qishan lent her, but the road is rough, and I don't know how long it will take to go to the nearest village and town on two legs...

Qi Shan glanced at the young gentleman Shen Tang who seemed to be out of his body from the corner of his eyes, and laughed dumbly.

"There is no need to share this kind of language."

"Why is it unnecessary?"

What is the equivalent of a tall horse in ancient times?

Equivalent to a luxury sports car!

"Generally speaking, scholars with a literary heart will travel with chariots and horses. Why do they need to be self-reliant like those reckless men?"

Shen Tang: "..."

After walking for a while, Qi Shan vaguely heard Shen Xiaolang muttering feebly behind him.

"Flying like lightning—"

He was about to be amazed that Mr. Shen Xiaolang's understanding was so superb that he could even master such high-level language skills that could increase the marching speed of the army.

Who knew that her next sentence would be——

"Universal Motorcycle!"

Qishan: "???"

This chapter is not easy to write, repair and repair

It is an update on the 24th, and there is another chapter during the day.

The wind outside the window made me unable to sleep.