Chapter 9: The Debt of Layue
() A cup of dreamy rain and dew on the stomach, Feng Feixiang felt that this wine was fragrant, mellow in taste, slightly sweet in taste, and very delicious, but after chatting with Lao Bai for a few words, his head became dizzy, his eyelids began to heavi, and he slowly fell on the table.
"Uh......" I don't know how long it took for the wind to fly and wake up, shaking his head that was still a little dizzy: "Old white...... Old white ....... After calling a few times and finding that no one answered, he looked up and saw that the opposite side was empty, and muttered to himself in confusion: "It's strange, why did Lao Bai leave without saying a word." โ
Feng Feixiang had already woken up at this time, and felt that something was wrong, how could he fall asleep with a glass of wine, he used to drink a whole bottle of high wine with the old man, and where did Lao Bai go.
He subconsciously touched his chest and secretly screamed, "Oops, the money bag is gone again." Hurriedly touched his right calf, and said in his heart: "Ahh "Xiaoying lives in the dagger, and as long as the wind flies and wakes up, she can sense the location of the dagger.
"Lao Bai turned out to be a liar, and it seems that those city guards are also fakes." Feng Feixiang muttered depressedly, but he still didn't give up, and called out to a tavern girl standing nearby: "Excuse me, when did the person opposite me leave." โ
"Sir, it's been a long time since anyone sat here."
"Thank you." Feng Feixiang got up depressedly and prepared to leave.
The tavern girl Jวng looked at Feng Feixiang: "Sir, you haven't paid for the wine yet." โ
Feng Feixiang screamed: "Damn, is there a mistake?" He was just a little depressed when he found out that he had been deceived just now, and when he heard this, he scolded angrily in his heart: "Ahhhh โ
"Sir, two cups of dream rain and dew are a total of ten silver coins, and you really haven't paid the bill yet."
Anger is anger but what to do in front of him, he doesn't even have a copper on his body, this is the first time Feng Feixiang feels the difficulty of having no money, he didn't care about money at all before, he didn't need it in the mountains, and everything he bought in Aozhen was Tudio to pay.
"This ...... I forgot to bring money when I went out, can I call your boss to discuss. Feng Feixiang was bored for a long time, and finally held back this sentence.
The tavern girl glanced at him disdainfully, this kind of person has seen too much, and it is not so easy to eat and drink for nothing, she immediately called out to another tavern girl, muttered a few words in her ear, and the other tavern girl left in a hurry.
This will work, Feng Feixiang's mind flashed several thoughts, run away directly, it should be easier, but for a meal of wine money is a little worthless, decided to look at the boss's attitude first, if the attitude is good, go back to the hotel and Ling'er to get some money for him, the attitude is not good, just take you out.
After a while, the tavern owner came over and asked knowingly, "Sir, do you have anything to do with me?" โ
"I forgot to bring money with me when I went out." Feng Feixiang said again helplessly.
The tavern owner looked at Feng Feixiang in confusion, forgetting that it didn't matter if he brought the money, he was afraid that he was here to make trouble, so he hurriedly asked the tavern girl next to him: "How many things did this gentleman ask for in total?" โ
"Two cups of dreamy rain and dew, a total of ten silver coins."
The tavern owner smiled, he already knew in his heart, it seemed that he had really forgotten to bring money, and if he made trouble, it would not be possible to have such a small amount of things: "Sir, I don't know where you live?" If it's convenient, I'll call a guy to go with you. โ
"Just stay at the Fudu Hotel not far away, you tell the guy to go and get it with me."
Hearing this, the tavern owner was completely relieved, who would care about the ten silver coins who lived in Fudu, smiled and found a guy to fly with the wind to withdraw the money.
Feng Feixiang knocked on Lan Ling'er's room again, but when only two magic tricks passed, his mood was completely different, and he asked Lan Ling'er depressedly for ten silver coins and handed them to the guy behind him.
Lan Ling'er noticed that something was wrong, but she didn't ask too much, and after the guy left, Feng Feixiang entered Lan Ling'er's room and briefly recounted what had happened.
She comforted her obediently: "Brother Feng, don't be angry, money is an external object, if you lose it, you will lose it, and people will be fine." After speaking, she took out the money bag from her chest and sent it to Feng Feixiang, "Brother Feng, you take the money bag, there are more than nine gold coins in it, these are the ones you gave me last time, let's save a little bit and it can be enough for half a year." โ
"Ling'er, you should take it, if I lose it again, it will be troublesome." Feng Feixiang waved his hand depressedly: "You continue to sleep, I have to go back to my room to rest." โ
Feng Feixiang returned to the room and walked on the bed depressedly, thinking: "What the old man said before still has some truth, what wealth is not exposed, the heart of guarding against people, going out to be low-key, it seems that I should pay more attention to it in the future." "After a bumpy day, bursts of sleepiness hit, Feng Feixiang gradually fell asleep under the influence of self-hypnosis meditation, when he learned self-hypnosis meditation for a few months, his brain has formed a condition of anti-shรจ, when he wants to sleep, he will always automatically start to run self-hypnosis meditation.
Huya Village, located in the southeast of Lancheng, is a remote mountain village, after breakfast Feng Feixiang and Lan Ling'er came here on foot, there is a monument at the entrance of Huya Village, which was built by Tudio and the survivors of the year, and the people who died in the massacre are buried under the monument, Feng Feixiang stood in front of the monument and bowed deeply, pulled up Lan Ling'er and began to visit the village, he wanted to have a clearer understanding of the situation of the year, but he was busy all morning and found that the people in the village moved after the massacre, but he had heard about it, No one has experienced it personally.
"Strange, didn't the old man say that there are still a few survivors?" Feng Feixiang muttered in a low voice: "Why can't you find it?" โ
"Brother Feng, maybe those people back then left this sad place after this happened." Lan Ling'er heard Feng Feixiang's self-talk and whispered in his ear.
Lan Ling'er exuded a faint fragrance, and the wind flew and smelled the faint fragrance that looked like Lan Feilan, like a musk deer, and some of her hearts rose: "Hmm...... There is a possibility. Unconsciously put his nose to Lan Ling'er's hair, and sucked hard: "Fragrant ......"
Lan Ling'er was like a frightened rabbit, hurriedly jumped away a few steps, lowered her head shyly, her pretty face seemed to be dyed with rouge, she lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at the wind flying anymore, and said softly: "Brother Feng, let's go quickly." โ
Feng Feixiang noticed his gaffe just now, and raoed his head in embarrassment: "Ahem...... That one...... Walk. โ
In order to avoid embarrassment, Lan Ling'er obediently followed the wind and flew, the two of them walked on the remote road outside Huya Village one after the other, it was already noon, the scorching sun baked the ground hot, there were no other pedestrians on the path at all, and the sparse trees on the side of the road were also not picked, lazy, Feng Feixiang threw a small whirlwind on himself and Lan Ling'er, and then added a few ice bombs from time to time to expel the heat wave, and after walking for a long time, he saw six people standing in the open space next to the road.
Lan Ling'er was a little scared, walked a few steps, and pulled Feng Feixiang's arm: "Brother Feng, the people over there seem to be fighting." โ
"Ling'er, don't be afraid, just follow me."
Feng Feixiang grabbed Lan Ling'er's delicate and silky little hand with his backhand and walked over slowly, the open space was a five-to-one situation, to be precise, it should be two to one, and the remaining three seemed to be spectators in the field, dodging behind the two masked people, the two masked people were water magicians, their magical beasts were all fifth-level demonic beasts water spirit snakes, the opponent was a fire magician, and his demonic beasts were eighth-level demonic beasts Yanshi.
The two water spirit snakes struck the Yan Lion one left and one right, and the tongue core stretched out an ice arrow, and the Yan Lion rushed to one of them without care, the powerful momentum of the Yan Lion made the water spirit snake dare not collide with it head-on, and could only dodge around, the level advantage was too obvious, but the two water spirit snakes that were about to become adults just wanted to drag the Yan Lion who was still in the growth period, as long as they were careful, they could still do it.
At this time, the owner of the Yan Lion is not in a good situation, he seems to be a little in a hurry, the third and fourth level of magic is the same as not asking for money, the two masked people dodge and defend at the same time, and from time to time use the ice arrow This level of magic to disturb, they are not in a hurry to attack, like a cat playing with a mouse, it is only a matter of time before the fire magician is defeated.
As the distance approached, Feng Feixiang suddenly found that the two faces hiding behind the two masked people were familiar, one face was a roe deer, with slender eyes and a lewd gaze, and the other was a chubby round face, kind eyebrows, amiable, Feng Feixiang reacted immediately, these two people were the thief who deceived him last night, and sneered: "It's really a quick repayment of the debt of Layue, ah, that bah, dare to lie to the master, hum!" โ
Feng Feixiang said in a low voice: "Ling'er, you go to the side to hide first, I found out that guy who lied to me yesterday." โ
Lan Ling'er looked at Feng Feixiang with a firm look in her eyes: "Brother Feng, I want to help you." โ
"Ling'er, aren't you worried about my magic level? Well, go and hide. Feng Feixiang comforted.
Although Lan Ling'er was extremely reluctant, she still obediently hid behind a dense tree, she knew that her magic level would not help much, but would become a burden, her little hands grasped the bark, and those big eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Feixiang, ready to stand up when Feng Fei encountered danger.