"Who are you?"

Under the moonlight, a male monk with a sixth-level Qi cultivation stood not far behind Mu Qianrou and Zhuang Junyu and shouted.

The two of them were startled, Mu Qianrou's eyes rolled, she squeezed out a soft and weak expression, and turned around: "Big brother is good!" I have just been assigned to the mountain to take care of Lingzhi, this is my sister, she has come to visit me today, and I want to send her down the mountain. ”

Shui Linggen's natural voice is soft, coupled with the fact that she deliberately pinched her throat to speak, coupled with her delicate appearance, it hurts people's hearts when they hear it.

The male cultivator suddenly softened his voice: "That's it! And how is your sister as old as you?"

Well, she had an idea: "Table, we are table"

"That's right! Table's! Zhuang Junyu hurriedly agreed.

The male cultivator stared straight at them: "Recently, there are a lot of little thieves who have sneaked up on the Shrimp Peak to steal the elixir. If you go down the mountain so late and obstruct the patrol, it won't be good if there is any misunderstanding. ”

Mu Qianrou was so frightened that she waved her hand again and again: "I...... We're not thieves, right! I have tokens. As she spoke, she took out the token issued to her by the council.

Only then did the male cultivator really put his mind at ease: "Okay, knowing that you are not thieves, hurry up and send your sister down the mountain and go back to your residence, it is not safe in the middle of the night." ”

"Hmmm! Thank you big brother. Mu Qianrou thanked gratefully.

At the end, he turned back to him and smiled sweetly.

They walked a long way in a tense way, and it was not until they could no longer see the male cultivator that the two of them let go of the breath that was hanging in their hearts.

"Hey! I can't believe that you still have two brushes for this dirt bun! ”

Mu Qianrou raised her chin arrogantly: "Don't hurry up and lead the way!" ”

"Howler!"

The cool breeze rustled the leaves of the drunken fruit tree.

A low voice sounded under the tree: "Hey! This tree is so big, how to find out the exact location of Zhao Chi's drunken dew! ”

"I have a way!" I saw Zhuang Junyu pour out a fluorescent insect from a black bag, which looked a bit like a seven-star ladybug, but it was more than ten times larger than a seven-star ladybug.

As soon as the large seven-star ladybug landed, it sniffed left and right along the tree, and finally stopped in one place, flapping its wings and making a low buzzing sound.

"It's here!" Zhuang Qingyu immediately put away the seven-star ladybug and took out the two small hoes issued by Steward Qin from the storage bag.

One by one, he dug up with his head down.

"Little Muzi, you tap! Don't puncture the jar. ”

"You say it!"

The grinding sound of the hoe hitting the ground was drowned out by the rustle of the wind through the leaf waves.

After digging a few feet, I poked at something hard.

Drunken dew!

The four eyes burst out in unison with a surprise light, which was particularly dazzling in the dark night.

The two of them used their hands to pick up the soil, and when they saw a few small jars, Zhuang Junyu pulled a small jar up with a hard pull.

She patted the mud on the top of the jar, pried open the sealed clay, opened the lid, and a refreshing aroma came to her face.

"It smells so good!" Mu Qianrou took a few hard breaths of the aroma.

Zhuang Junyu took a deep breath and immediately closed the lid, lest the aroma would attract the monk.

He checked around the jar again: "This is the jade dew of the cicada, it must be buried under the root of the tree for six years before it can be regarded as drunken dew, and the drunken dew will have the aroma of wine, and this altar should have just been buried." ”

Mu Qianrou felt that something was not quite right, and asked, "It's not right!" How old is Zhao Chi? This drunken dew isn't his, is it? ”

"Who do you care? In short, it's not his father's or his father's, and it's not Zhao Chi's."

Mu Qianrou was almost stunned by her: "Then let's look again to see if there is any drunken dew." ”

Together, they dug up the jar of wine that had been buried in the ground.

"Look, the Xuan mud on this one is different, will it be drunken dew." Zhuang Junyu pointed to several of the jars and said.

Mu Qianrou put the jar next to her nose and opened the lid a little bit. In an instant, a rich aroma of wine rushed out of her mouth and nose.

Mu Qianrou couldn't help but sneeze: "Ahhh ”

The sneeze was especially loud in the silence of the night.

The worst thing was that the drunken dew in the wine jar also poured out because of the violent movement of her sneezing, and the rich aroma of wine drifted in all directions in an instant.

Mu Qianrou slammed her mouth as if she was remedy.

"Hey! You idiot! It's over, it's over! Zhuang Junyu said while putting a few wine jars in front of him into the storage bag: "Fortunately, this place is far away from their residence, let's quickly restore this place to its original state." ”

She put the rest of the jars back into the ground, trying to use her spiritual power to push all the dirt back into the pit.

Mu Qianrou grabbed Zhuang Junyu: "It's too late, let me come." As he spoke, he took out a pair of large cotton shoes full of patches from the storage bag, put his hands in the belly of the shoes, and pressed a few shoe prints on the soft soil.

Zhuang Junyu understood in seconds, and immediately used his spiritual power to erase the traces of the two of them......

The two finished the finishing work tremblingly, but it actually took less than a few breaths.

The two of them left quickly, walking on the path back.

Zhuang Junyu found that both of them were dirty, and just wanted to make a quiet move. But suddenly I noticed someone walking towards here.

Quickly pulled Mu Qianrou under the big tree and hid. But it was still discovered.

"Who?"

Hearing this voice, Zhuang Junyu was shocked!

It's him?

"Come out!" The male cultivator shouted.

Mu Qianrou felt a voice ringing in her head: "You stay here, don't move, don't come out." ”

It's the sound of divine consciousness!

Zhuang Junyu took out a veil of isolation from divine consciousness in the storage bag, covered his face, and took out a big hammer and held it tightly in his hand.

As the nun approached, he slammed the hammer into his head.

only heard a muffled sound, and the male cultivator fainted without even screaming.

Zhuang Junyu put away the hammer, grabbed the male cultivator's feet, and dragged him under the tree.

He ...... He's dead?" Mu Qianrou said in shock.

"What do you think! I just knocked him out. As he spoke, he actually punched the male cultivator in the face a few times. stripped all his clothes off, and didn't even let go of **.

Mu Qianrou was stunned, and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy?"

"This stinky boy is Zhao Chi."

It turned out that she was taking revenge, and she thought she was crazy.

Zhuang Junyu rolled up Zhao Chi's clothes and kicked them on top of the wooden maid. The whole person is domineering and leaking.

"Gone!" Pull Mu Qianrou up and leave.

The rest of the journey was lucky, the road was calm, and not even a single patrol disciple was encountered.

Back at the residence, the two of them were lying on the bed on all fours, both sweating profusely, and their hands and feet were sore.

Mu Qianrou looked directly at the roof: "Zhuang Junyu, I think you should be called strong in the future." ”

"Zhuang Zhuang? It's disgusting, isn't it? ”

Mu Qianrou turned her head and glanced at her: "Wrong!" It's strong and strong, otherwise I'm sorry for your strength.

But seriously, the way you looked just now was really powerful and domineering. ”

"I was stunned by my grandfather's heroic appearance!" Zhuang Junyu immediately revealed the nature of a female hooligan.

"Then I'll call you strong from now on."

Zhuang Junyu immediately punched over: "Dead girl, you dare!" ”

Mu Qianrou dodged and dodged: "If you don't like it, you can also call it Da Zhuang." ”

……………………………………

A group of monks gathered in front of a pit at the base of a drunken fruit tree.

One of the disciples said to a thin young man who looked like Bai Jing Siwen: "Senior Uncle, based on the excavation marks of this soil, it is inferred that it should be a thief in the early stage of Qi cultivation, and judging from the size of the footprints left by the thief, it may be a young monk, a thin monk, or a female monk, and the range is very wide. The disciple also found that there was cicada drunken dew on the soil, and it was supposed that he had accidentally knocked over the wine jar. And leaving many traces at the scene, it should not be a habitual offender. ”

The thin young man looked at the footprints and turned his head to look at the miscellaneous disciple: "You said that you heard the sound of someone sneezing here, can you tell if it's a man or a woman?"

It was the first time that the handyman was questioned by such a noble Uncle Zhuji, and he swallowed his saliva nervously, and his head was like a mess of paste, he remembered that it seemed to be a girl's voice, and it seemed to be a boy's voice, and he couldn't tell it clearly.

"Should... It should be a boy's voice. ”

One of the disciples asked, "Didn't you go and see who it was?"