The name of this small city chosen by Bodhi Zi is called Qucheng, because there are at least 180 bends in a shallow river that passes through the city, and the degree of winding is comparable to a labyrinth, so although the name of the river is not called Qujiang, the city is set to be Qucheng, but it does not live up to the good intentions of the heavens. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Qucheng bus station is proportional to the size of the city, small and broken, and a few mottled and old minibuses are parked in the open space, without even a clear sign, only a small sign on the window glass with a thick layer of gray paste, which says the start and the end.

Bodhizi was holding a roasted sweet potato in one hand and a fried tofu skewer stained with chili sauce in the other, and Yang Muqing was carrying the collar of his clothes in one hand and dragging him backwards in the direction of one of the cars.

His feet seemed to be connected to the concrete, and with each move, there was a deep scratch, and the moaning of the concrete floor could almost be heard.

"I don't take a car, I don't take a car, I don't take a car......"

His mouth was not idle, and he muttered these two words over and over again.

"Shut up."

Yang Muqing never felt that he had a good temper, especially when facing Bodhi Zi alone.

Qucheng to Yuanming Villa, seven days back and forth, is based on the non-stop transfer, because these two places are poor and remote, other means of transportation can not reach, "transfer" also includes tractors and ox carts and 11 road several.

If you really don't take the car because of Bodhizi's small nature, it is estimated that you will still be on the way for half a month.

"You know, as soon as I get in the car, I get dizzy, chest tightness, panting, stomach pain, want to vomit, soft hands and cramps...... You...... Are you trying to murder your teacher? ”

Bodhizi changed into a pitiful face, with a sobbing tone, like an abused little daughter-in-law, almost sad when she heard it, and cried when she heard it, and immediately provoked those idle and bored drivers to run over to see the excitement.

"Not bad."

Yang Muqing confessed, when the searching eyes around him pierced, his last bit of patience was almost worn out.

Bodhizi swept Yang Muqing's face with the corner of his eye, judged his expression for a while, knew that he had moved his true character, afraid that he would really leave himself alone, and then he would not be able to expect to sneak into Yuanming Villa in his life, after weighing the weight, he knocked off his hand, stood up straight, took out a medical mask from his pocket and put it on, and followed behind him resignedly.

He is now counting on Yang Muqing to "betray" Yuan Su, and now he is a big Buddha who can't really offend.

"Hey, you said that we have been friends for so many years, and we refuse to accompany my master to play in the mountains and rivers, which is really sad."

"I have a job."

Yang Muqing saw that he obediently followed the car, no longer the same dead-skinned face as before, the dark clouds on his face dissipated a little, but there was still some depression between his eyebrows, it should be said that from the moment he stepped out of the spiritual place, his eyebrows had not stretched.

"I can pay you too!"

Bodhizi patted his magic bag like a rich man, and the valuable gadgets in it were one after another, not to mention the priceless, it was more than enough to buy a few houses in a first-tier city.

"You don't earn your money."

Yang Muqing was unmoved, not that he regarded money as dung, but according to his understanding of Bodhizi, to take a penny from him, he had to do something full ten yuan, and the more he took it, the more he did, and in the end, he would not end up without losing half his life.

It's not that he's stingy, it's just that he doesn't have any good errands, either scaring people to death and not paying for his life, or boring people who don't sentence.

"You were just poured ecstasy soup by that bad woman, I must check her details when I go back, to see if it is from a wizard family or a fox essence, why do you get confused, you don't know the southeast, northwest, and north......"

Bodhizi looked at his own eldest apprentice's eyes at this time, perfectly expressing the complex meanings of "hating iron does not become steel", "Adou who can't be helped", and "saving the runaway boy".

I don't know if it's you......

Yang Muqing put on his headphones and blindfold expressionlessly, turned around, left his back to Bodhizi, and directly responded to his chatter with his eyes closed.

Say, despite your chatter, you have the freedom to speak, and it is my right to listen or not.

Bodhi: "......"

There is no good scenery along the way, the barrenness is bleak, sparse and lonely, whether it is a mountain or a field, it seems a little bald, as if it was wilted by the poisonous sun of summer, and when it came to the edge of autumn, it was not able to ease up.

The car was bumpy all the way.

When he arrived at the transfer station, Bodhi staggered out of the car, holding on to a telephone pole and spitting out, and almost all the inventory that he had eaten in the previous three days was turned out.

Yang Muqing yawned and got out of the car, feeling that his spirit was finally recuperated, and after stretching his limbs, he felt even more energetic.

Bodhizi, who was about to vomit bile, was mentally unbalanced: "I'm going to use a teleportation spell, no one will stop me!" ”

The teleportation spell can perfectly solve Bodhizi's dilemma, allowing him to complete the space-time transfer in an instant, leaving him with a lot of ups and downs.

"Huh."

Yang Muqing snorted, he knew the teleportation spell, but he also understood that Bodhi Zi was only quick to speak for a while, and the teleportation spell was only allowed to be used when he was wandering in the underworld, and if he used it privately in the world, it would be easy to cause social chaos, after all, he would change people out of thin air, not everyone could understand it as "magic", which was tantamount to violating the rules of the Xuanshi, and the "martial law officer" would punish him according to the severity of the situation.

Coincidentally, this year's "martial law officer" happened to be Yuan Su.

No matter how stupid and impulsive Bodhi is, he will not hit other people's guns.

Sure enough, after Bodhizi shouted for a few words, he fell silent and chose a relatively clean position on the steps to sit down and rest.

"Why don't you call Murong Cao or anything, I haven't seen you contact her these days?"

He didn't care about the hard-hitting little girl, but Yang Muqing's appearance made his heart ache.

"She didn't contact me either."

Yang Muqing replied sullenly, and for the first time did not hide his frustration in front of Bodhizi.

"Oh, I said, you don't matter to her at all."

Bodhi immediately seized the opportunity to fan the flames.

“…… Perhaps. ”

Yang Muqing looked at the sunset that was about to fall into the horizon, and felt that his unrealistic hope was also being brought down little by little.

But what is there about it? That little bit of hope was not what it should have been.

"What a big grievance ahead!"

Bodhi pointed to the southwest direction and jumped up in shock, the movement was so great that he almost fell down the steps.

Yang Muqing looked in the direction of his finger, the color of the pupils of his eyes flickered, and it seemed that he had something to take care of again.