"This is the bamboo tube you chopped?" Cheng Yun picked up a bamboo tube that was extremely similar in length and size in one hand, and stared at the little mage incredulously.

Not only are these two bamboo tubes similar, but the cuts on both sides are extremely smooth, smoother than those sawed with a saw, like polished bamboo products. It's like chopsticks.

"Yes!" the little mage replied happily, as if waiting for Cheng Yun to praise him.

"You cut it?"

"yes!"

"Cut with this scimitar?" Cheng Yun threw down the bamboo tube, picked up the scimitar again, and still stared at him in surprise.

"Yes, yes, I don't believe you ask Yin...... Eh, where did the people go?" The little mage turned his head to look at Yin Nuxia, but found that Yin Nuxia had already run down the mountain, and he couldn't help but buckle his head in confusion - this thing is really stupid, it actually ran away when he received praise for it!

Cheng Yan also stared at the bamboo tube on the ground for a long time, and then looked up at the little mage, his face full of doubts.

Cheng Yun was silent for a while, feeling that his IQ had been insulted. But the station master is the station master after all, he quickly looked at the little mage again, and even glanced at him, before throwing out the steps: "Are you sure you didn't pick it up from somewhere?"

The little mage stared at him stunned, and did not say a word.

He wasn't sure.

He didn't know why the station master asked him repeatedly, but it was like the teacher pumping him up to answer a question in class, and after he said the answer, the teacher repeatedly asked him to confirm it...... Even if he didn't understand what was wrong, he didn't dare to speak casually. If Yin Nuxia was standing next to him, he might be able to secretly glance at Yin Nuxia's reaction from the corner of his eye, but unfortunately Yin Nuxia had already run away.

The little mage glanced at Zhu Jiayan, but found that the thing was also staring at him without blinking, as if it was also waiting for his answer.

At this time, he saw the station master quickly stand up, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly panicked.

"That's something. Cheng Yun pointed to a pile of bamboo tubes on the ground, lifted the scimitar, and said to him, "There is a small mountain spring mouth over there, you and I will go over and wash the bamboo tubes." ”

"Oh, oh......" The little mage hurriedly obeyed.

Sure enough, walking on the road, he was reprimanded by the station chief.

That's when he realized what was wrong.

The little mage gritted his teeth with hatred while cutting open the bamboo tube and cleaning it according to the instructions of the station chief.

That dwarf! Every day he blows how righteous and powerful he is, and he is not afraid of heaven and earth, but when he encounters something, he runs away silently, leaving him to be scolded alone!

It's over, and now in the heart of the station master, he must have become an unreliable idiot.

The little mage's heart was full of sorrow.

After washing the bamboo tubes, I returned to the top of the mountain, and all the people who collected firewood had returned. The little mage noticed that in addition to the small bags of dead branches, there was a whole small dry tree on the ground, arm thick, and the trunk seemed to have been broken by something. The others were staring at Yin Nuxia in a daze.

The little mage couldn't help but cast a gloating expression at Yin Nuxia.

Sure enough, his gaze caught a glimpse of the station elder with a headache on his face. Thinking that Yin Nuxia might have to be scolded later, his face was silent, and his heart was instantly balanced.

At this time, Yin Nuxia said as if to invite merit: "Stationmaster, I just found a dead tree, and then Tang Yaoyao and I rushed up and kicked it, and it broke. And then I'll just drag it back, do you think it can be used to burn?"

Cheng Yun was stunned, nodded and said, "Cut it into small pieces, it's best to use it for barbecue." ”

Little Mage: "???"

There is such an operation!

Cheng Yun seemed to hear the sound of Xueba's IQ being crushed and shattered by the second fool for a while, which was very crisp.

Shaking his head, he handed the iron skewers of the sausages to everyone next to him, and said, "One skewer per person, take it and bake it yourself, whether you can bake it depends on everyone's craftsmanship." The seasoning is placed here, and you can put it yourself, and you can put it in whatever flavor you like, and you can blame yourself for not eating it. ”

He didn't plan to help everyone bake, because he came out to play, not to eat, and the most important thing was the fun of doing it himself, and eating was not so important.

After dividing, he took out his lighter and started to light it.

He lit two fires in total, close to each other, and happened to have two pits in the ground. A group of people sat around the fire, each holding a long iron skewer in his hand, and a dozen centimeters of sausages swayed at the top of the iron skewers, roasted by the fire.

Cheng Yun handed his sausage to Cheng Yan to help roast it, and put the roast chicken and roast rabbit on the shelf with branches.

Then he started to make bamboo pea tips again.

The method is also very simple, stuff the pea tips into a bamboo tube, add spices and half sausages, and put them on the fire to burn. As long as you don't burn the bamboo tube, you don't have to worry about overheating.

With bamboo tubes on the fire, chickens and rabbits on the shelves, it will be much easier for everyone to bake sausages, at least they don't have to hold them all the time, they can borrow a force from a branch or bamboo tube, or put them directly on it. Then the group of people started talking and laughing.

Tang Qingying put the sausage on the bamboo tube, she freed her hands, smiled sweetly, moved to the side and sat down against a big stone, took out a small notebook and a pencil, and drew to the people who were barbecuing.

To be precise, it was against Cheng Yun and Cheng Yan.

Feng Han and the others were a little surprised, and said, "The little girl now is really versatile!"

Tang Qingying was still concentrating on painting, looking up at Cheng Yun from time to time, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of arc.

Cheng Yun also smiled and said, "She studied art. ”

"Oh, I see!"

"I feel that girls who can draw are very temperamental. Peng Manxuan glanced at Tang Qingying, the girl sitting with her legs bent was in excellent shape, and her face was also very beautiful, full of youthful atmosphere. She leaned her painting book on her slender thigh, focusing on painting, between the green mountains and blue sky, and it coincided with a good weather, which was so beautiful that it was like a beautiful painting.

"A brain-dead girl, how can she have any temperament. Cheng Yun shook his head, but smiled happily.

"Eh!" Peng Manxuan glanced at Zhu Jiayan, the youngest in their group, squeezed his eyes, and said, "Jiayan, aren't you also a talented young man?"

"Ah...... Huh?" Zhu Jiayan looked dazed.

"This kid has been absent-minded since just now. Feng Han frowned and said, his face full of doubts.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. Zhu Jiayan shook his head again and again.

After a pause, he turned his head to look at Yin Nuxia and the little mage: "That, take the liberty of asking, that ...... You really didn't cut the bamboo tube?"

"It was picked up. The little mage Mu Ran replied.

"That'...... Then you cut the bamboo...... Then brush it up ......"

"I have a lot of strength. Yin Nuxia said seriously.

"This ...... It's too big!" Zhu Jiayan looked at the narrow scar on Yin Nuxia's face, and quickly retracted his gaze, he felt that this was not very polite. Thinking of the little mage's name for Yin Nuxia before, he still felt that it was too unreal.

"Ahem!" Peng Manxuan coughed dryly and glanced at him again, "I'm asking if you have any talent, take it out and perform it, and give you a chance to perform!"

"I didn't ...... No talent. Zhu Jiayan was absent-minded.

"Didn't you?"

"No, let's ask Sister Qiuya to perform, it can sing and dance, and it always likes to show off. Zhu Jiayan said.

"Okay, sister, I'll sing you a song to cheer you up!" Cheng Qiuya seemed to have finally found an opportunity, turned over and took out the guitar from behind her back, stood up and played it.

At the end of the song, everyone applauded.

Cheng Qiuya then smiled, pretending to be modest and said again and again: "Sacrifice ugliness, sacrifice ugliness." ”

Cheng Yun took a small brush to brush the roast chicken and rabbit with a layer of oil, and quickly said: "There are also people here who know how to perform!"

"Who?"

"Come one!

"Ahem. Cheng Yun glanced at the little mage.

The little mage smiled, immediately stood up, and said to Cheng Qiuya, "Borrow the piano!"

The crowd applauded.

Lin Yuanwu stared straight at the little mage.

Soon, the little mage's white fingers plucked the strings, and the soft sound of the piano sounded.

The group immediately quieted down, and gradually plunged into it as if they were listening to a classical concert.

After a long prelude, the little mage began to sing, and everyone realized that this was not pure music, but a song.

But none of them questioned it, and they didn't have the heart to question it.

The moment the little mage's voice sounded, their souls were already tightly grasped.

Tang Qingying stopped the pen in his hand, Cheng Yan held the iron pick motionless, Yin Nuxia also stared at him, and the little girl Yu lowered her head. Even An An, who was sitting next to Cheng Yun, also tilted her head and looked at the little mage.

The expressions of Cheng Qiuya and his party also froze suddenly.

Lin Yuanwu's eyes were shining, as if he had been hooked.

And Cheng Qiuya herself is in the entertainment industry, and she can also sing, so she understands better what kind of status this song will have if it appears in the entertainment industry, and how difficult it is to sing as a little mage.

The little mage's voice was very neutral, but it was very good, and the song seemed to be whispered, and it was sung into the hearts of everyone.

After a few moments, he played the last note, put down his guitar and looked at the crowd, blinking twice.

“…… Ugly?"

Only then did everyone react and hurriedly applauded.

Lin Yuanwu said for the first time: "It's so good-looking, I didn't expect you to be so good-looking, and your singing is so good-looking, and you can't give others a way to live!"

Feng Han and Peng Manxuan echoed one after another.

The little mage almost wanted to curse.

Cheng Qiuya hurriedly asked: "Who wrote this song? Why have I never heard it?" ”

Little Mage: "......"

Cheng Yan added lightly: "He wrote it himself." ”

"Wrote it yourself?"

"Wrote it yourself?"

The eyes of the crowd widened.

Lin Yuanwu's eyes lit up to the extreme when he looked at the little mage, and said, "The talent is actually so good! I have to say that God is indeed unfair sometimes!"

The little mage struggled to hold his breath.

If it weren't for the standing elder beside him, he would definitely pick up a branch and rush up to it with a stick, so that this stupid fork can feel the combat power of the mage!

The most surprising was Cheng Qiuya.

The gold medal songwriters in the industry are unattainable for her, but she never expected that she now has a person in front of her who is good at singing and talented, willing to work as a cashier in a small hotel.

This...... What a waste of talent!!

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