Five days later, in the wilderness.

A caravan traveled from north to south, stirring up puffs of smoke and dust.

"Childe, walk another hundred miles to Mohai, there will be rain tomorrow, why don't we hurry up tonight?"

The caravan's guide, Lao Wang, is also an old man who has been a merchant for more than 20 years, and just by looking at the nearby terrain, he knows that he is not far from the next foothold.

"Ask Immortal Master Chen first." A young man in his thirties lifted the curtain and said in a deep voice.

Along the way, their caravan had many disasters, and thanks to the immortal master they met on the way, they were able to save the day several times.

"Then I'm going to invite Immortal Master Chen?" Lao Wang also looked certain when he heard this, and asked tentatively.

"Slow down, help me get out of the car, I'll go and ask for it myself."

Lao Wang raised the flag in his hand and motioned for the entire caravan to stop.

Then he turned over and dismounted, and came to his son's carriage.

The young man pressed Lao Wang's shoulder, jumped slightly, and then landed firmly on the sandy ground.

Their master and servant walked one after the other to the end of the caravan, and did not stop until they approached a blue carriage.

"Immortal Master Chen, a hundred miles ahead is the Sea of Mo, can we hurry overnight?" The young man asked cautiously.

"There will be a sandstorm tonight, Liu Gongzi should find a place to settle first." A cold voice came from inside the carriage.

"Is that true?" Lao Wang was taken aback.

He is an old man running a caravan, so he naturally knows how terrible a sandstorm is, and it is no less than killing himself to travel at night in this weather.

"Lao Wang!" The prince of the Liu family frowned, afraid that Lao Wang's questioning would make the immortal master unhappy.

"100% sure." The people in the carriage lifted the curtain and jumped out in a chic posture, with their feet not touching the ground, full of superior demeanor.

This person was none other than Fang Cheng, who had traveled all the way south, and he and Changsheng had encountered this caravan the day after they left the space node.

In order to facilitate his immortality, Fang Cheng took a ride on the caravan.

"Please teach me Immortal Master Chen!" Liu Gongzi immediately bowed and saluted.

"After three miles of further travel, twenty miles to the east, there is a cave that is just right to avoid the sandstorm." Fang Cheng pointed out.

Although with his cultivation of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Grandmaster, a mere sandstorm is nothing, but it is not too public.

"Thank you for your advice." Liu Gongzi and Lao Wang are very grateful.

If they hadn't come to consult Fang Cheng, they would have suffered heavy losses if they encountered a sandstorm overnight.

As for why Fang Cheng didn't take the initiative to remind, they didn't think about it deeply, thinking that the immortal masters were so cold.

Ahem, ahem

At this time, a familiar coughing sound came from the carriage.

Liu Gongzi immediately asked diligently: "But the immortal girl is sick again, and I will ask someone to send honey." ”

"Labor" Fang Cheng was not polite to him.

As the sun set, they finally arrived at the cave that Fang Cheng had pointed out.

Liu Gongzi arranged for several heroes to explore the way, and after making sure that there were no beasts and poisonous insects in the cave, he led everyone into the cave.

By the time the many guards had transported dozens of boxes of valuables into the cave, it was already a unitary hour.

After a few fires were lit in the cave, the ladies of the caravan began to cook.

Maybe it was the aroma of rice grains that woke Changsheng from her slumber, and her face was a little pale and a little terrible at the moment.

"When you wake up, drink some broth." Fang Cheng took a bowl of snake soup from a woman.

These snake meat is still his stock, because the meat is delicious and tasteful, so it is widely loved by everyone.

After all, a great monster of the Ten Thousand Tribulations level is not something that everyone can enjoy.

After Changsheng took the snake soup, he tasted it lightly, and he didn't seem to like this kind of game very much.

"Girl, drink more, this snake soup can warm your stomach the most." The woman persuaded with some distress.

"Hmm" Changsheng replied vaguely, then forced himself to endure the fishy feeling, frowning and pouring a bowl of snake soup into his throat.

"Don't force it." Fang Cheng gently patted her on the back.

"It's much better now." Changsheng smiled reluctantly, his lips looking a little pale, as if they had been bleached.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but shiver and tremble.

Fang Cheng's hand that fell on her back was slightly forced, pouring Vientiane True Qi into her body.

After a while, Changsheng's cheeks gradually became rosy.

"What's the matter, girl?" The woman asked with concern.

"Occasionally, if you feel cold, it's not in the way, just recuperate for a while." Fang Cheng said lightly.

The woman, too, was a simple-minded person, and did not think deeply, but believed his words.

……

In the middle of the night, the wind whistling outside the cave woke Liu Gongzi, and he suddenly got up and lifted the sheepskin that was pressing on his body.

As far as the eye could see, I saw a few bonfires burning, and most of the caravan brothers had already fallen asleep, and the sound of snoring and grinding teeth came and went.

However, he unexpectedly didn't see any trace of Fang Cheng, and he couldn't help but feel a little up and down in his heart, thinking that he was blessed, and even the immortal master abandoned him.

He looked further at the place where Changsheng had collapsed, and found that the little girl was sleeping soundly at the moment, and her quiet face had a different beauty in the light of the fire.

"It's a pity that she is a sister Lin." Liu Gongzi remembered the characters in a pastime book he had read for no reason.

At that time, he was still studying in his ancestral land, and there was a teacher who loved to make up stories in private.

His basket of stories was later sorted out into more than ten volumes, printed into a line-bound book and sold throughout the city, which also attracted many ladies.

To this day, he still remembers the nickname of that gentleman in the book world, what is called "Mr. Tang Qi".

Originally, Liu Gongzi thought that Mr. was the seventh, but later found out that it was not, and that Mr. liked to write on the title page of each volume of stories: "Can you call stealing the affairs of readers." If there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence—Mr. Tang Qi. ”

cracking sound

There was a sound of wet wood popping in the fire, waking Liu Gongzi from his memories.

Only then did he notice that there was a person sitting at the entrance of the cave, it was the Immortal Master Chen who had disappeared before.

So Liu Gongzi stood on his toes like a cat, slowly moved his steps, and walked behind him, when a mellow aroma of wine came to his nose.

"How can the immortal master drink here alone and not feel lonely?"

"The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name." Fang Cheng gently threw the wine bag in his arms and threw it to Liu Gongzi without raising his head.

"Immortal Master also heard Mr. Tang Qi's verses?" Liu Gongzi was stunned for a moment.

"It turns out that this poem was written by Mr. Tang Qi." Fang Cheng smiled slightly.

"Mr. Tang Qi also has a poem: Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you. Liu has always used this sentence to alert himself, and he has made a career and returned to his hometown. "Young Master Liu seems to admire that Mr. Tang Qi very much.

"Sure enough, he's a wonderful person." Fang Cheng immediately confirmed his thoughts, this Mr. Tang Qi was only afraid that he was a fellow countryman from the earth.

Meeting old acquaintances in a foreign country is a great joy in life.