1 case of Mingshan accident

"Fiancé?" Ling Chen was stunned for a moment.

If he remembers correctly, the porridge girl has been living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and has hardly gone out, how could a fiancé suddenly pop up. But think about it, after all, this is someone's private matter, how can you tell outsiders casually. It's just that the words of the porridge girl made him a little helpless. It's just out of concern for her friends, isn't this woman thinking too much.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but peek at the porridge girl. Delicate cheeks like goose eggs, each contour seems to be finely crafted, round and flawless, straight nose, thin lips, and a pair of eyes like a clear spring, clear and clear. Even if you don't apply powder, it's still beautiful.

Such a woman would be tempted by any man.

Ling Chen put away his thoughts and patiently explained: "Porridge girl, I don't mean anything else, don't get me wrong, I treat you as a friend......"

The porridge girl said lightly: "Master said that men are courteous to women, and they are either traitors or thieves. I can't take care from any man except my fiancé. ”

Hearing this, Ling Chen secretly cursed, and he didn't know who the master of the porridge girl was, and he didn't teach anything else, but he actually taught her anti-wolf techniques, which was too immoral. Beauty, who doesn't want to make friends with her. There is also the mysterious fiancé in the mouth of the porridge girl, I don't know what kind of man he is, how can he be able to marry such a superb woman as a wife.

Opening his mouth, Ling Chen hesitated, but the words that came to his mouth were still not spoken after all. Since she was so resistant to the man's care, he didn't bother to waste his saliva, and turned around and returned to He Ziyun's side.

Xiaohua smiled and said, "Big brother, are you deflated?"

"Nonsense. Ling Chen hid the embarrassment in his eyes, looked at He Ziyun and asked, "Old He, how sure are you?"

"Five or five at most. ”

Ling Chen was slightly surprised, He Ziyun was obviously not confident in what he said. An old man in his seventies and eighties, a girl in her early twenties, the age difference between the two is so big, and there is a gap of decades in the time of practicing martial arts, He Ziyun is not sure. It can be seen how strong the porridge girl is.

"Ling Chen, you will take Xiaohua to the bottom of the mountain and wait for us later. ”

"This ...... Elder He, can you let me stay and watch the battle?" Ling Chen pleaded.

He Ziyun shook his head, without a trace of hesitation, and directly rejected his request. Seeing the look of disappointment on Ling Chen's face, He Ziyun said earnestly: "It's not that I don't want to keep you, watching the master's moves can improve your understanding." However, if the gap in strength is too large, it will not only not benefit you, but will become an obstacle to you, making it difficult for you to make progress. ”

Ling Chen touched his nose and felt extremely depressed. He Ziyun's meaning is very simple, you are too weak now to be qualified to watch the battle. He secretly thought to himself, is there really such a big gap between the tiger list and the ground list?

Helpless, Ling Chen had no choice but to retreat to the foot of the mountain with the forcibly expelled flower.

Sitting on the smooth stone, Xiaohua pouted, her face was full of unhappiness, and her two little legs swayed slightly, stirring the weeds on the ground, passing the time of boredom.

Ling Chen leaned his back against a thick tree trunk, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, holding his hands on his chest, his eyes squinted at an angle of forty or fifty degrees, looking at the top of the mountain not far away, and revered in his mind the picture of He Ziyun and the porridge girl sparring.

At this moment, the roar of the engine suddenly came into Ling Chen's ears.

He leaned forward, walked to the edge of the mountain road of Zongming Mountain, and looked towards the entrance at the bottom of the mountain, only to see three off-road vehicles parked next to his car. The door opened, and seven people stepped out of the SUV one after another. Seeing the appearance of those people, Ling Chen's face changed slightly, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Although these people did not carry guns and were fully armed, for some reason, Ling Chen smelled a trace of danger from those people.

Among those people were men, women and children, dressed in different ways, the old ones were seventy or eighty years old, dressed in old-fashioned tunics, neat and serious, with facial expressions, and the few were fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing tank tops and jackets, breeches, and a pair of nondescript slippers. It's autumn now, but the boy seems to be dressed in the hot summer season. Everyone else is dressed normally.

What attracted Ling Chen's attention the most was a child, less than a meter tall, who looked about the same size as Xiaohua, and looked innocent.

The appearance of such a team with a strange style in Zongming Mountain is inevitably worrying.

Seeing those people coming up along the mountain road, Ling Chen immediately made a decision, immediately returned to Xiaohua's side, put her on his shoulder, ran quickly towards the mountain, and found a relatively hidden position to put her down.

"Big brother, what are you doing?" asked Xiaohua suspiciously.

"Someone has come up, I'll take a look, you stay here honestly, don't walk around. ”

After telling him, Ling Chen returned to the middle of the mountain road. At this moment, those people had reached the halfway point of the mountain, and the speed was very fast. Ling Chen hid by the half-human-tall weeds, raised his eyes to observe the movements of those people, and the sharp wolf kiss was already clenched in his hand.

Seeing that those people didn't stop and walked straight to the top of the mountain, Ling Chen secretly screamed in his heart.

These guys shouldn't be trying to be bad for He Ziyun and the porridge girl, right?

Thinking of this, he glanced at the side of the mountain road, where there was a rugged path that could go around from the side to the top of the mountain. At that moment, he no longer hesitated, got up and rushed over, wanting to rush ahead of those people to remind He Ziyun and the porridge girl.

However, just as he was leaving, the corner of his clothes accidentally rubbed against the weeds on the side. Suddenly, the old man in a tunic who was walking in front of the mountain road pricked up his ears, and his cloudy old eyes instantly became sharp. Turning around, the old man flicked his wrist, and several cold stars flew out of the sky, shooting towards the weeds where Ling Chen was.

Looking at the three darts that fell to the ground, Ling Chen's eyes widened, and he was secretly frightened.

Good technique!

Luckily, he moved in time, and if he had slowed down a beat, the three darts would have hit him. With this hand alone, the old man was definitely a hidden master.

At this time, with the old man's reaction, a man and a woman quickly rushed towards the weeds. The man's left sleeve is empty, the cuff is tied around the waist, and there is only a sound right arm. The woman's appearance is beautiful, and there is a red snow lotus tattooed on the left cheek, which adds a bit of cold color.

After a few brisk steps, the two of them had already rushed to the grass, their sharp eyes swept around, searching for suspicious targets.

Ling Chen lay quietly in the grass, holding his breath, not daring to take a breath, listening carefully to the movement a few meters away. The speed of the man and the woman was very fast, and he didn't have time to escape, for fear of causing more movement and attracting the attention of the other party. Therefore, he simply lay on his stomach and waited for the people to leave.

But then, the man and woman began to walk around, and with each step, they pressed the weeds down with their feet to check if anyone was hiding in the grass.

Seeing the other party's actions, Ling Chen frowned secretly, these people are not only strong, but also experienced, I am afraid that they will not be easy to deal with.

~~~~~~~~~~ accidentally put in all the day's drafts. The author's modification authority is insufficient, and the regulations cannot be lower than the original number, so it can only be replaced temporarily with a conformity, and the editor of Xingyi can help correct it when he goes to work. Sorry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~