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"Shaoxia, you are just standing behind me like this, aren't you afraid of being hot?" The old man looked at Meng Qingzhi approvingly and gratefully, checking whether Meng Qingzhi was injured.

"Hehe, my internal strength is not deep enough to that extent." Meng Qingzhi scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, if his internal strength was a little more refined, he could indeed reach the realm of not being afraid of burning in a short period of time.

Meng Qingzhi's ability to be scalded is not as good as that of the old man, the old man has been holding the bowl steadily, and he just held the straight hand that was scalded, maybe because the old man did a lot of work to pass the vegetables, and his fingers were calloused, so he was not afraid of being hot.

"Then why are you so desperate to protect me?" The old man was obviously shocked by Meng Qingzhi's selfless act of saving people, and he couldn't imagine that a junior in the rivers and lakes could have such a mind.

"Although I can't make sure that I won't be burned, but I ask myself about internal strength and protect my body, and I have a panacea for clearing heat and reducing inflammation, a little skin injury is not a problem for me, and your old man is different, maybe this bowl of hot soup will kill you." Meng Qingzhi had learned the old man's previous cynicism, so he spoke straightforwardly and was no longer so restrained.

"Hahaha, thank you, young man, what kind of sect are you?" The old man laughed and said, he didn't expect that although Meng Qingzhi was young, he was righteous and casual, as if he was full of chivalrous pride.

"Be kind to yourself, why bother to say thank you, don't be polite to the elderly." Meng Qingzhi politely refused to answer, he didn't want to say that he was a disciple of the Northern Sect of the Western Desert Sect, after all, Fang Cai was also a big accident, before it was clear where the man offended came from, Meng Qingzhi didn't want to cause trouble for the Western Desert Sect, more than one thing was better than less.

"There will be a date later." The old man said goodbye, it turned out that the old man turned around and left not to continue to pass the food, but was about to leave the small shop.

The old man made a gesture to leave, but was grabbed by the man, entangled endlessly, and never stopped.

"Eh, don't go, this old immortal, you want to leave when you get into trouble." The man was disrespectful, he wanted to show his domineering spirit in front of the two girls, but he didn't expect that he had suffered a loss and lost his ugliness, and at this moment he ignored the pain of the instep burn, and he had to use some powerful means to save face anyway.

"I think you're the one who caused the trouble." Xin Yao finally couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but sneer coldly.

"Yes, the girl is right, your yellow warbler's first cry is like a heavenly sound." The man did not scold Xin Yao as fiercely as he did with the old man before, but flatteringly echoed Xin Yao, his attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and his lustful eyes stared directly at Xin Yao, a prodigal son.

"Shameless!" When Xin Yao saw the man's squinting appearance, she only felt disgusted and disgusted, and she subconsciously moved behind Meng Qingzhi, not wanting to make any more eye contact with the man.

"Little girl, don't stand up for me, we don't know like villains." The old man hurriedly dissuaded him, and it was just a matter of letting Meng Qingzhi suffer, he didn't want to involve Xin Yao.

Xin Yao looked at the old man thoughtfully, stunned.

This old man, Xin Yao seems to have seen it somewhere, whether it is the voice or the posture, they are very familiar, Xin Yao stared at the old man carefully for a long time, and the old man was embarrassed, Xin Yao tentatively called out the guess in his heart.

"Are you, Limber?"

As soon as Xin Yao's words came out, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, he turned his head and looked at Xin Yao carefully, and after a long time, the old man also called out suspiciously: "Little Xin Yao? ”

"Lin Bo, I didn't expect it to be you, yes, that's right, I'm Xiao Xin Yao, I haven't seen you for many years, Lin Bo seems to be more energetic." Hearing the old man call out his name, Xin Yao could finally confirm that the old man was Lin Bo of the Purple Bamboo Forest.

There is a purple bamboo forest in Qingying Mountain, the bamboo there, the bamboo body has a faint purple vein, the bamboo leaves are all dark purple, unique, very rare, the whole Qingying Mountain, only that one place has this purple bamboo, then this piece of rare bamboo is enclosed, named the purple bamboo forest.

Lin Bo can be said to be the only male guest of the Qingsi Gate, and he is resident in the purple bamboo forest to help take care of this pure land.

Lin Bo and the head of Si Jing have some friendship, the head of Si Jing respects him very much, and the disciples of Qingsi Gate also respect Lin Bo very much, when he was a child, Xin Yao often went to the purple bamboo forest to play, Lin Bo was also very fond of the little Xin Yao who was quite talented at that time, he quietly watched Xiao Xin Yao practice in the purple bamboo forest, five or six years have passed, and the little Xin Yao of that year is now a young girl who is smart and moving.

"It turns out that you are an uncle, and you are quite old." Meng Qingzhi didn't expect that this old man turned out to be Xin Yao's old man, but he had crane hair, so he should be Grandpa Lin.

"Why are you talking to Limber like that! Lin Bo is our honored guest of the Qingsi Sect, all the disciples of the Qingsi Sect respect him as Lin Bo, and even Master Si Ling calls him Lin Bo. Xin Yao said that she didn't expect to meet her old friend in another country, and she met Lin Bo here, and Xin Yao was very excited.

Meng Qingzhi couldn't help but be speechless, it turned out that Lin Bo was just a title, and this Lin Bo was older than Master Si Ling.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, this young man speaks straightforwardly, I like it." Lin Bo waved his hand, signaling Xin Yao not to suggest Meng Qingzhi's jokes, in just a few minutes of getting along, Lin Bo had already seen that Meng Qingzhi was a chivalrous and kind and upright young man, and Lin Bo appreciated him very much.

"Limber, why are you here?" Xin Yao wondered, Lin Bo has been a guest in Qingying Mountain all the year round, Xin Yao has always thought that Lin Bo is a common person near the foot of Qingying Mountain, and Qingying Mountain is not less than a thousand miles away from this Tianshan Mountain, how could Lin Bo trek this thousands of miles away and come to the vicinity of Tianshan Mountain.

"Well, it's a long story. Xiao Xin Yao, I haven't seen you for many years, you have grown taller and grown into a slim girl. Lin Bo did not reply to Xin Yao, but changed the topic, and after not seeing him for many years, Lin Bo praised unabashedly.

"Hee-hee, Limber knows how to make fun of me. By the way, Lin Bo, let me introduce them, both of them are my good friends, this is Meng Qingzhi, and this is Taiying. Only then did Xin Yao react and began to introduce her companions.

"Hmm, it turned out to be Meng Shaoxia, really young and promising." Lin Bo praised that Meng Qingzhi was able to take over the bowl of hot gnocchi soup before, and his strength can be seen, and he is by no means an ordinary person.

And the man who deliberately found fault with him couldn't stand the heat just after serving the hot soup and dropped the bowl, this bowl of hot soup is by no means something that ordinary people can pick up at will.

"Limber, we're going to Lake Kabak." Xin Yao continued to chat with Lin Bo, since Lin Bo appeared near here, he should have heard of the feast in Kabak Lake.