A burst of aroma penetrated his nostrils, and Yang Muyun found a washed and peeled duck roasting on the bonfire, "Where did she get it?" He muttered, and the duck was roasted golden and shiny, and large drops of grease fell into the campfire, swallowed up by the leaping flames.

"It smells so good!" The gluttonous worms in Yang Muyun's stomach were all hooked, and he ran around for half the night, and he was really hungry. A pair of hands couldn't help but reach out to the duck that was about to be roasted.

"Slap" Yuan Qi'er picked up the wooden stick in his hand and knocked it heavily on his hand, and said angrily: "Don't ask yourself, do you want to be a thief?" ”

Yang Muyun smiled wryly: "Yuan Gongzi is not strange, I just want to taste it, is it ripe?" ”

"I'll grasp the heat, and I won't have to work for you to do more." Yuan Qi'er glanced at him, and reached out to flip the duck that was scorching on the campfire.

"Such a big duck, can Yuan Gongzi eat it alone?" Yang Muyun asked with a salivating face.

"Who said I was going to eat it myself?" Yuan Qi'er glanced at him and said.

"So it was specially baked for me," Yang Muyun was overjoyed, "Thank you Yuan Gongzi for being considerate of Yang." ”

"Considerate of you?" Yuan Qi'er's Xiao Yao snorted lightly in her nose, "What are you considerate of, are you considerate of taking advantage of me?" Glared at him, "I'm in a good mood now, I won't kill you for the time being, if you make a lot of affection for yourself, you won't be able to blame me." ”

Yang Muyun was stunned, her eyes looked directly at the oily duck on the bonfire, and swallowed her saliva, such a delicacy, she didn't use it for herself, and it wasn't for me...... His gaze swept around the cave, and there was no one else except for the two, who was she?

"She must be angry." Yang Muyun was sure in his heart, and glanced at Yuan Qi'er again, and saw that her face was as usual, and she was using a branch to pull the firewood in the bonfire to make the fire burn more vigorously.

"Yuan Gongzi," his tone was as calm as possible, "your injuries are much better, aren't they?" Seeing Yuan Qi'er's willow eyebrows raised, and she was about to have a seizure, she waved her hand again and again and said: "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, if your injury is almost healed, then Yang should leave." ”

"You're leaving?" The anger in Yuan Qi'er's eyes flickered, and she became a little dazed, she flicked the bonfire with a branch, bit her lips lightly, and whispered, "You...... Do you want to go back to the capital? ”

"Hmm." Yang Muyun nodded.

"You're not going to take me back?"

"If they take you back, why should they save you?" Yang Muyun said.

"Since you saved me, can you save me to the end?" Yuan Qi'er looked at him with a begging look, "I'm in trouble right now, that ...... That place hurts, it will have a seizure every day from today onwards, and it takes ...... I need someone by my side to protect me. ”

"You, have you been poisoned?" Yang Muyun looked at her in surprise, "Why do you have seizures every day?" ”

"No, it's only these three or four days, wait for these few days......" Yuan Qi'er's voice became smaller and smaller, and before she finished speaking, she had already blushed, and when she looked up, she glanced up at Yang Muyun's strange expression, and turned from shame to anger, and twisted heavily on his arm, "You're laughing at me, aren't you?" ”

Yang Muyun exclaimed in pain, "No, I just don't understand, why do you have pain once a day?" ”

Yuan Qi'er was ashamed and angry, and knocked his head on his head with her hand over her face, "You're pretending to be stupid for me, aren't you?" Haven't you ever been married, go back and ask your wife? ”

"Yuan Gongzi, don't be angry," Yang Muyun raised his sleeves to cover his face, and repeatedly said to forgiveness, "I really don't understand, you have pain in your body, ask my wives what to do?" ”

"You still say ......" Yuan Qi'er raised her eyebrows, raised her hand to fight, and suddenly stopped, and turned her eyes to the entrance of the cave.

Yang Muyun saw that her face was different, and he also looked towards the entrance of the cave.

Outside the cave, the wind and rain were mixed, and there was a faint sound of snoring, the sound was long, as if it was in the distance, and it seemed to be around.

Barren mountains and mountains, how can anyone sleep here? Isn't it a mountain spirit and a ghost? Yang Muyun's face changed, his eyes looked at Yuan Qi'er, only to see a hint of joy on her face, and said loudly: "It's all here, it's still sneaky, if you don't come out, I'll throw this duck out to feed the dog." The voice was heard far away.

The snoring disappeared immediately, and an old and majestic voice laughed and said, "Qi Wa'er, you still speak so harshly.

"This voice is familiar." Yang Muyun only felt that his eyes were flowering, there was one more person in the cave, and he didn't see clearly how he got in.

The man who came was dressed in knots, and he couldn't tell how old he was, and his hair was like a messy grass and was tied in a bun with branches, and he had a pair of attractive ears, a wide nose and a wide mouth, a slender neck, a beard like a halberd, and a red gourd pinned to his waist.

"It's him!" Yang Muyun's eyes widened in surprise, that person was the sloppy Taoist under the worry-free tree in Gantang Temple.

The sloppy Taoist was not polite, reached out and grabbed the roast duck on the bonfire, regardless of whether it was hot or not, he put it in his mouth and chewed it after a while, and after a while, his mouth was full of oil.

Yang Muyun saw that he was eating deliciously, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. When the sloppy Taoist saw it, he pulled down a duck leg and handed it to him, "It looks like you're hungry too, give it, and then." ”

"Thank you, senior," Yang Muyun didn't pick up, "You use it for yourself, and the juniors are not hungry." ”

"If you don't eat it, you look down on me." The sloppy Taoist's eyes widened.

Yang Muyun smiled wryly, and then stretched out his hand. Who knew that the sloppy Taoist retracted his hand holding the duck leg, put it in his mouth and took a big bite, "It's you who don't eat it, but don't blame me, such a good thing must not be wasted." ”

Yang Muyun smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his stomach that was protesting, "He is actually with Yuan Qi'er, but why didn't he stop me from saving Chen Siyu and Jinglian out during the day?" ”

Yuan Qi'er looked at the sloppy Taoist with interest, "Is it delicious?" ”

"It's so delicious," the sloppy Taoist gave a thumbs up, "Qi Wa'er's craftsmanship is really the best in the world." ”

"Are you done with what I told you?" Yuan Qi'er asked.

The sloppy Taoist nodded, not even raising his eyelids, "Your brother and I have escorted him out of the Ming border, and now he has returned to the grassland safely." ”

"That's good," Yuan Qi'er showed a smile on her face, "You were playing tricks just now, I thought you messed things up!" ”

The sloppy Taoist smiled and glanced at her, "You flirt with people inside, how dare Poor Dao show up?" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yuan Qi'er's beautiful eyes widened, and she reached out to his chin, "See if I don't tear off a few of your beards." ”

"Okay, it's the poor Dao who said it wrong," the sloppy Daoist hurriedly ran away with the duck in his arms, "Qi Wa'er is the county lord, how can you look down on that kid." ”

"It's pretty much the same," Yuan Qi'er saw that the sloppy Taoist was begging for mercy, so she stopped and didn't catch up, "I won't spare you if you talk nonsense." Xiu frowned, reached out and touched the wounds on his shoulder and left arm.

"It seems that you have suffered a little loss," the sloppy Taoist looked at her and said, "The other party can hurt you, your skills must be good, who is she?" Qi Wa'er, you name it, Poor Dao will definitely find a place for you. ”

"Don't worry about it," Yuan Qi'er sat down with the pain, "If not...... If it weren't for my sudden physical discomfort, that girl would have been able to beat me, and when I got better, I would definitely have another competition with her and defeat her with my own hands. ”

"How can a good person be unwell?" The sloppy Taoist rolled his eyes, twisted his beard and came to Yuan Qi'er's side, and whispered mysteriously: "Isn't Tianqi knocking on the door?" ”

"You ......" Yuan Qi'er blushed and glared at her fiercely, "Do you want me to stuff your mouth with shit?" ”

The sloppy Taoist laughed, his eyes turned to Yang Muyun, and the sleeves of his robe flicked, "Boy, you saved my Qi Wa'er, and Lao Dao rewarded you with the duck leg just now." ”

"Didn't you eat that duck leg?" Before Yang Muyun could think about it, he saw an object flying over, and hurriedly reached out to catch it, and the shiny and hot one was really the duck leg that the sloppy Taoist handed to him.

The duck legs were intact, without a trace of gnawing, Yang Muyun was stunned, "That old way is really evil." Glancing at him.

"This is the second time we've met, and you really have a relationship with Xiaoyou," the sloppy Taoist glanced at him and asked, "You have good martial arts, I don't know who you are trained from?" ”

"I was asked by my seniors," Yang Muyun said: "It's not that the juniors don't say it, and my master and his old man haven't told me his name." ”

"Oh?" The sloppy Taoist said: "It seems that your master is also a strange person, how can he teach his disciples martial arts without telling his name and origin?" ”

"My master didn't tell me for my own good," Yang Muyun explained, "because Jinyiwei was chasing him everywhere." ”

"It turned out to be a prisoner of the imperial court," the sloppy Taoist smiled leisurely: "It seems that your master is not an ordinary person who can provoke the pursuit of Jinyiwei." As he spoke, he flicked the sleeves of his robe and beckoned to Yang Muyun, "Come on, come on, have a few tricks with the old way, maybe you can find out the origin of your master from your martial arts moves." ”

"Hey, old madman," Yuan Qi'er frowned and said to the sloppy Taoist, "Yang Muyun has an injury on his body, how can he still make a move with you?" ”

"What, it's distressing?" The sloppy Taoist smiled at her and said: "Don't worry, it's not a fight for your life, the old Taoist knows the severity, and he will never be injured." ”

"How dare the juniors make a move with the seniors?" Yang Muyun hurriedly bowed and saluted and said.

"It's okay, it's just a matter of learning from each other, it can't be true," the sloppy Taoist grimaced at him, squeezed his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and whispered: "To be honest, I didn't have a good time when I was in the village, and I really had some itchy hands, and now I happened to find you to make a move...... "Now you little dolls really have some kung fu that is very good, and in that village, Lao Dao met two ......" glanced at Yang Muyun, "Say their names, maybe you know, one of them is called Qiao Ziliang, What is the name of Ning Gongzi......"

"Ning Zu'er?" Yang Muyun said in surprise: "Did they fight with your seniors?" ”

"Well," the sloppy Taoist nodded, "The martial arts of those two dolls are very good, Lao Dao played with them, it was very enjoyable, if it weren't for Qi Wa'er, Lao Dao would have played with them for a while...... Who knew that when I went to look for Qi Wa's childhood, she was rescued by your kid. He sighed.

"What happened to them?" Yang Muyun hurriedly asked, "Did you hurt them?" ”

"No," the sloppy Taoist shook his unkempt head, "Lao Dao is also a man who has lived a handful of years, what did he do when he hurt those two dolls?" ”

Yang Muyun was secretly shocked when he heard this, what is the martial arts of Ning Zuer and Qiao Ziliang, he knows very well, and neither of them is necessarily an opponent. And the sloppy Taoist who is not amazing can defeat one against two, which shows how unfathomable martial arts are.

"Doll, let the horse come over," the sloppy Taoist picked up the red gourd on his waist, pulled off the wooden stopper, drank a big sip of wine on his back, smacked his lips, and smiled at Yang Muyun: "If you can touch the corner of Lao Dao's clothes, Lao Dao will let you take a sip of the wine in this gourd." ”

Yang Muyun hesitated for a moment, then bowed his hand to the sloppy Taoist, "That junior will be offended." As he spoke, he took a step forward with his left foot and slowly pulled away from his stance.

"Slow," the sloppy Taoist waved his hand and smiled at Yuan Qi'er, "It's not fun to be empty-handed, Qi Wa'er, you lend him your sword." ”

Yuan Qi'er snorted, pulled out a long sword from his waist, and said to Yang Muyun, "Next!" The long sword crossed a beautiful arc in the air and landed steadily in Yang Muyun's hand.

"You have to do it with all your might, or the old madman will be angry!" Yuan Qi'er smiled at him.

Yang Muyun's eyes were aimed at the sloppy Taoist, and he quickly stepped forward, and the blade of the sword stabbed obliquely towards his left shoulder with a dazzling cold glow...... The sloppy Taoist shook his head slightly, and he didn't see his body move, so he dodged the sword.

"What, look down on my old man?" The sloppy Taoist slid behind Yang Muyun, "Didn't Qi Wa'er tell you, I want you to use all your strength, if you stay behind, Lao Dao will beat your ass." As she spoke, she slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

Yang Muyun gritted his teeth, turned his wrist, and swung the long sword back, stirring up a rain of swords in the sky, and countless sword lights stabbed towards the sloppy Taoist.

"That's kind of interesting." The sloppy Taoist nodded slightly, but he didn't see him dodging, and with a flick of his fingers, with a "Zheng" sound, the sword light in the sky turned into a three-foot green edge, and swung away in front of the sloppy Taoist.

Yang Muyun only felt a strong force coming from the sword's body, and he almost couldn't hold it, "I didn't expect this Taoist priest to flick his fingers lightly, and he would be so powerful." As soon as Yang Muyun's body turned, he immediately changed his position, and he stabbed with his sword again, and the blade of the sword went straight to the back of the sloppy Taoist neck like a meteor.

"Not bad!" As soon as the sloppy Daoist's voice fell, his neck slid against Yang Muyun's sword, but it didn't hurt a bit.

Yang Muyun only felt that his wrist was numb, and his palm could no longer hold it, and the long sword fell to the ground with a "dang bang".