Separated from Qian Ruolan, Zhang Hongjun, An Wenshuang and others took a short rest, took out the small gossip again, searched for nearby treasures, and then took An Wenshuang's men to pick up treasures all over the mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ha, this is a Dark Fire Heart Grass, which can help cultivate the Mind Method."

A ghost soldier finds a medicinal herb in an abandoned deep well.

"I also found a treasure."

In the thatched pit of a dilapidated house, a ghost soldier finds a fire cloud charm that can be used to attack the enemy.

"Ah, I found a Stygian Fire Sword, extremely sharp."

Under Zhang Hongjun's induction, the ghost soldiers found many treasures one after another, which were buried after the convergence of various forces for the participating disciples to search.

In the past half a day, more than a dozen treasures have been found, more than the previous ones combined, which made the ghost soldiers so excited that they couldn't close their mouths, and even An Wenshuang's icy face showed a charming smile that had not been seen for a long time.

At night, everyone settled by a river, An Wenshuang made a bonfire to barbecue animal meat, she personally cut a piece of good meat, inserted it with a branch, and sent it to Zhang Hongjun.

Zhang Hongjun, Bai Jingjing, and Qingyu sat under a tree, and Zhang Daoling, Chi Yanxia, Guan Yizi and others formed a small circle.

"You have the most credit today, I invite you to eat barbecue." An Wenshuang smiled and groaned, making people feel like a spring breeze, and she handed over the barbecue.

Zhang Hongjun smiled and took it unceremoniously, but said falsely: "Ouch, how dare you work this kind of rough work, just go and get it myself." ”

Seeing it on the side, Qingyu rolled his eyes and said, "Captain An, this kind of person can't be petted, otherwise he will fly into the sky." ”

Bai Jingjing also snorted coldly, and rarely interjected, and said: "He has his own hands and feet, let him do it himself." ”

Zhang Hongjun didn't care, smiled, and said: "This is the treatment of meritorious heroes, and it should be." ”

"Team An, if he is proud, you will take it back." Qingyu kept her mouth open, and reached out to grab it as she spoke.

Zhang Hongjun's eyes were quick, he dodged away, sniffed his nose on the barbecue, and said with a smile: "Someone is jealous, forget it, I can't be too unrighteous, so let's eat the meat and you can smell it, so that you can enjoy what it means to enjoy the fragrance." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out the barbecue to Qingyu and shook it, Qingyu reached out to take it, Zhang Hongjun took the barbecue back, Qingyu ignored him with a side face, and Zhang Hongjun stretched out the meat again.

"What do you see is that?"

Suddenly, Qingyu pointed at Zhang Hongjun's back, Zhang Hongjun turned around, she grabbed the branch like lightning, quickly spit a few mouthfuls of saliva on it, and then looked at Zhang Hongjun with a smile, and said, "I'm disgusting to you, how do you eat this time?" ”

Who knows, Zhang Hongjun didn't care, put the barbecue on the fire and roasted it, put it directly into his mouth and ate it, and said vaguely in his mouth: "It's so fragrant, it turns out that the barbecue is more fragrant after adding saliva, thank you, it's good to spray some again." ”

"Huh...... It's disgusting. The light rain dragged out the voice, and goosebumps shrank all over the body, and then seemed to think of something, the little face was crimson, this person ate her saliva, didn't it indirectly and her, thought about it, a little embarrassed, and got up to avoid it.

"Hmph, this guy is really one. Wolf. ”

Bai Jingjing scolded and followed.

"Can't you eat your meat well, such fragrant meat can't stop your mouth?" An Wenshuang glanced at him, shook his head, and followed the direction of the two women.

"Brother Zhang, why are you alone, come and have a few sips with me."

Lao Jing walked over, patted him on the shoulder, handed over a wine gourd, he still held one in his hand, the day of the fight was coming to an end, An Wenshuang allowed them to drink.

Zhang Hongjun turned out the gourd, opened, and a smell of wine overflowed, he took a sip, this wine was very strong, and he was a little unaccustomed to drinking it.

Lao Jing picked up the gourd in his hand, took a big sip, smacked his lips, glanced in the direction where several women left, and sighed: "Alas...... Captain An is a little different today, usually with the brothers, how can he become so gentle today. ”

Zhang Hongjun smiled slightly, this is not easy to answer, one is the captain, the other is the vice captain, and the two talk about the captain behind their backs, which is a little unreasonable.

Lao Jing may also mention it casually, seeing that he didn't answer the other side and changed the topic, he clinked glasses with Zhang Hongjun while talking, and then, a ghost soldier came to toast, Zhang Hongjun not only issued a warning in advance, so that everyone left the imperial tomb early, to avoid the attack of the Bat King, and also helped them find many treasures, the number of these treasures is more than all the treasures of the previous sessions combined, so that the ghost soldiers are excited and excited, and they have not forgotten Zhang Hongjun while being happy, all of them are the credit of this young man, without him there would not be so many treasures, without him, Today, they may have died under the claws of the Bat King, so the ghost soldiers are sincerely grateful to him and sincerely toast to him.

For these ghost soldiers, Zhang Hongjun did not refuse to come, came to drink one by one, although they were all small sips of drinking, but there were many people who came, and none of the ghost soldiers of the whole team were pulled down, they all came, each person took a sip, adding up to dozens of mouthfuls, and a few catties of gourds bottomed out in a moment.

The ghost soldiers are small drinks and will not get drunk, but Zhang Hongjun can't, at this time, he is already in a daze and speaks with a big tongue.

"Come, Lao Jing, let's ...... Let's have another drink. ”

"Brother Zhang is doing well, do it!"

Lao Jing's drinking power is good, he takes a big sip when he drinks it, and after drinking it for so long, he hasn't seen him drunk.

Finally, Zhang Hongjun collapsed and fell unconscious.

Lao Jing beckoned to call two ghost soldiers, helped Zhang Hongjun to a prepared blanket, and took another blanket to help him cover it, and then ordered a ghost soldier to guard not far away, and he came to the ghost soldier to let them not make noise, so as not to affect Zhang Hongjun's rest.

The night was dark, half of the underworld moon hung in the sky, and the moonlight sprinkled on the earth, hazy and large.

Late at night, Zhang Hongjun woke up from a sleep, felt that his head was a little heavy, his mouth was dry, and his urine was urgent, he shook his head to make himself sober, and then got up and walked to the river, unbuttoned his pants, and prepared to shout.

He faced the river, the moonlight reflected in the river silver light, suddenly, the silver wave broke, a figure rushed out of the river and rushed towards him, Zhang Hongjun was knocked down before he had time to react, he pushed away the comer, it was a person, fell to the ground motionless.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Hongjun asked, the other party did not answer, he walked carefully, with the help of the hazy moonlight, he could barely see the other party's appearance, and in his eyes was a smooth head, without a single hair, wearing a rotten monk's robe, which was already soaked.

The other party is a monk.

Take a closer look, this monk is somewhat familiar, it is the wild monk who fought alone against the four major hall masters in the imperial tomb.

How did this monk come here, didn't he fall into the abyss and break his bones, Zhang Hongjun was a little puzzled, he wanted to walk away immediately, this monk was too powerful, they couldn't afford to provoke him, but when he looked at the monk again, his face was pale at this time, his injury was very serious, and Zhang Hongjun couldn't bear to leave him alone.

"Monk, wake up!" Zhang Hongjun slapped the monk's face, his face was cold, it was estimated that he had just come out of the water, Zhang Hongjun patted him a few times and he didn't move, probing his pulse was still beating.

Zhang Hongjun glanced at the monk's wet clothes, and thought, "The injury is so serious, and he is still wearing wet clothes, which is not good for his health." ”

He untied the monk's belt, ripped off his coat, and was about to take it off, when suddenly, his hand touched a ball of softness, Zhang Hongjun was stunned, why is it so soft here? He ripped off his clothes, and a pair of white steamed buns jumped out.

"Ah, a woman? How so. Zhang Hongjun was shocked, his eyes widened, isn't he a monk, how did he become a nun, Amitabha, sin, sin, Lao Wei didn't mean it, Zhang Hongjun recited the Buddha's name, carefully checked a few times, and found that the white steamed bun had no sword wounds, so he reluctantly pulled up his clothes.

"You...... What do you want? ”

As soon as Zhang Hongjun pulled his clothes, the monk suddenly woke up, although he was very weak, his eyes were very sharp, like a sharp knife, staring at him coldly.

"Little monk, you are seriously injured, and your clothes are wet again, this is not good for the injury, if you don't mind, please take off your clothes, I will make a big fire, help you dry it, and then put it on, what do you think?"

Zhang Hongjun's heart was not beating, his face was not red, and he was as solemn as the mud bodhisattva in the temple.

"No, I feel better, I don't need to take my clothes off." The monk was a little anxious, afraid that Zhang Hongjun would really help him undress.

Zhang Hongjun took the opportunity to get up and said, "Since you are much better, then I will go back first, my friend is still waiting for me over there." ”

"Hmm!" The monk hummed and motioned for him to leave.

Zhang Hongjun didn't care about urinating, returned along the way, walked a few steps, heard a pop behind him, looked back, the monk fainted again, fell in the grass and made a pop sound.

Zhang Hongjun had no choice but to return, call a few times, the monk did not react, thought about it, picked him up, took him back to the base camp, put him on a soft blanket, and then walked to Bai Jingjing's side, reached out and pulled her sleeve, wanting to wake her up.

As soon as her fingers touched Bai Jingjing's clothes, a pair of bright big eyes immediately glared at him, Bai Jingjing had woken up, and she asked with a smile: "What do you want to do?" ”

As soon as she spoke, Qingyu and An Wenshuang, who were asleep next to her, also woke up, Qingyu opened her eyes wide, glared at Zhang Hongjun, and sneered: "Sure enough, it's color. Ghost, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, and I secretly run to pull the girl's clothes, what do you want? ”

Zhang Hongjun touched his nose, why is he so unlucky, he has not touched his clothes, he has been said to be a sinner through the ages, he spread his hands, and said with a smile: "If I say that I sleepwalk, do you believe it?" ”

"Humph!"

This time, it was not only Qingyu who snorted coldly, but the three women snorted coldly at the same time.

"Actually, I don't believe it either." Zhang Hongjun smiled brightly again and said, "It seems that I can only tell the truth." ”

"Say, confess leniently, protest strictly!"

The three girls spoke in unison and said a very avant-garde slogan, which made Zhang Hongjun stunned, could it be that this slogan also crossed?