With a bang, the mahogany was the main material, and the finely crafted wooden door trembled slightly, as if it had just been slammed shut with a huge force. Before the sound of the door closing had completely fallen, a golden shadow burst out of the room, carrying the sound of whistling wind.

Wen Jin closed the door lock with his hand, turned around, and was unsurprisingly thrown to the ground by Rhubarb, his wet tongue licking his face like fine velvet, making him giggle.

Pushing Rhubarb away with soft strength, Wen Jin stood up, took out a piece of jerky with his hand behind his back, and put it into Rhubarb's mouth, patting its back with the other hand, slowly following the hair. Looking at the rhubarb chewing the fragrance, Wen Jin was thoughtful.

Just now, he and Li Wuming had a meal with everyone in the caravan, and both parties had a good meal and chatted happily. But in fact, both sides have been tempted, not to mention Jia Yuan, who has worked hard for many years, and even Ye Weiliang has done his duty as a shrewd businessman.

Between pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Ye Weiliang put the chips very clearly, a few bowls of sake in her stomach, her cheeks were crimson, but her eyes were not cloudy, and she was still shrewd and capable. When it is quiet, she is like a blooming lotus flower, exuding a unique atmosphere.

When moving, her question was like a sharp knife that cut off the bones, straight to the point, and even Wen Jin couldn't help but feel a slight dryness in his mouth, and he felt tired of coping. But fortunately, on their side, there is Li Wuming, an old and demonic immortal cultivator.

The whole dinner was like an arena, and two groups of people were waiting for each other, turning their intelligence into swords and slashing at each other. In the end, Li Wuming asked Ye Weiliang's identity, it seemed that she was the only daughter of the president of a chamber of commerce, but Ye Weiliang only knew that they were two poor scribes.

"Fate." Wen Jin looked up, his eyes seemed to penetrate the ceiling, and he saw the blue sky. At that moment, there was a dull knock on the door, which brought him back to his senses, and he walked over and twisted the wooden door open.

You Jiao'er stood in front of the door prettyly, pursing her lips and smiling, her purple skirt fluttering, like a dark orchid. Guo Ke stood beside him, showed a shy smile, waved his hand at Wen Jin, and went straight to the point: "Wen Jin, Master Li said that we are going to be with a caravan, is it true?" ”

"Of course, is it still fake?" Wen Jin turned sideways and let the two into the room, and Rhubarb came out of it and circled around the two affectionately. He snapped the door shut, turned his head, and smiled warmly, like a puddle of soft water.

"This caravan is a bit interesting, and the team leaders Jia Yuan and Ye Weiliang are also interesting people, I feel that this trip should not be boring." Wen Jin stretched his waist, and the bones above and below his body made a crackling sound like fried beans.

"I saw Miss Ye Weiliang, although it was only a glimpse from afar." You Jiao'er crossed her fingers, and there was a hint of indescribability in her words, "It's really a girl like water, and she looks good." ”

Wen Jin put his hands behind his head and said nonchalantly: "Don't be deceived by her appearance, she is not a vase, a shrewd woman, she seems to be hiding a needle when she smiles, and she doesn't know which poor worm she will marry in the future." ”

"Yes." You Jiao'er pursed her blood-colored lips, and seemed to be suddenly much more relaxed and happy. She leaned against the wooden bed with the hem of her skirt, like an elegant shadow in the light of the twilight moon, "After all, we have to walk together for a while, so it's not good to say that." ”

"Huh." Wen Jin leaned against the wall and changed into a comfortable position. He covered his mouth and yawned, as if he didn't care, "What I said is not derogatory, just admiring her for being so careful." ”

"Really?" You Jiao'er said thoughtfully, the light shining on her body through the window, shining brightly, as if she was dressed in a coat woven of light. She twisted her fingers unconsciously, her eyes looking into the distance.

Guo Ke interjected: "By the way, have you found out, these caravan dart masters are not wearing standard equipment, and they have a variety of weapons, they really don't look like a professional dart game, if you want me to say it, it seems to be like a mercenary group, robbing the dart game of the job." ”

Wen Jin hugged his chest, and in the twilight light, it looked like a silhouette. He opened his mouth, and then spat out a sentence: "Observe carefully." Guo Ke scratched his head embarrassedly, "I can see it too, but the Central Continent is already respected by mercenary groups and caravans, and it is not surprising that the two parties are together." ”

Guo Ke touched his chin with a teachable expression. The oil lamp glowed in yellowish hues and seemed to be slowly swaying, casting the shadows of several people on the blue and white wall. They talked passionately until the night turned into substance, eroding the only light they had, and they dispersed and returned to their respective rooms.

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Boom, boom. The waterfall is like a myriad of heavy white horses, rushing straight down, hitting the stubborn rocks below, and the sound of crashing and water is endless. Ten thousand flowers bloom, turning into a sea of different colors, shrouded in a thin layer of mist, you can smell the unstoppable refreshing fragrance.

There is a simple wooden house next to it, which looks primitive but has a charm. Suddenly, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and in the creaking sound, a handsome young man walked out, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, which seemed to have a righteous aura.

The young man looked up at the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly in the wanton sun, and his face appeared calm and unwavering. He was dressed in simple linen clothes, but there seemed to be a kind of nobility on his body that could not be erased.

The young man sighed lightly, and the breath he exhaled was naturally contaminated with a trace of aura, turning into tiny drops of dew, flying on this land rich in aura. He stretched out his hands and gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white arms.

The young man took two steps, paced in front of an ancient well, reached out and grabbed the rocker, and turned it again and again, unhurriedly, with a hint of antiquity. The bucket swayed and rose, and the surface of the water kept agitating, but not a trace of well water was spilled.

The young man carried the bucket with one hand, and his expression was solemn. The water brought out of this well is not ordinary, but a spiritual spring bred by the underground spiritual veins, which is very beneficial to immortal cultivators.

This is a fairyland, full of rich aura, for immortal cultivators, there is no harm, but those who can have it are all large sects, and they will only be used by core disciples, without exception.

The young man carried a bucket and walked step by step to the wooden house, leaving footprints on the gravel road under his feet. Suddenly, his expression moved, and he looked up at a stone wall next to the wooden house.

On the stone wall, a girl with bright eyes and bright teeth sat on it, her legs swinging like a swing, grinning: "Yan Zhongwu, such a good spring water, what a pity if you don't use it to make tea for guests, what do you say?" ”