Qin Lang knew that today's matter was definitely not so simple, he looked up and saw Wang Tingting also standing outside the tent, his face was full of anxiety, he was afraid that he would take the initiative to admit that the fish was caught by her, Qin Lang quietly stared at her and stared at the old Sartre and said: "Uncle Sartre, why are you so sure that we stole the divine fish, look at the things on the table, do we look like fish thieves?"

There were six kinds of pastries on the table, as well as a sweet soup filled with fine bean paste, and Old Sartre frowned, and his momentum did not weaken, but said angrily: "You must have deliberately, deliberately taken away the divine fish, so that the water of Moon Lake would dry up and the Daxi tribe would be exiled again." You must be undercover, undercover agents in East Dragon City. ”

Qin Lang was on fire, although he had a good temper, he couldn't ride on his head again and again, staring at Old Sartre with squinted eyes and said coldly: "You show evidence and then talk about it." ”

Old Sartre raised his crutches and slammed them to the ground and said, "Okay, I'll show you the evidence." After that, he turned around and was about to pull Wang Tingting who was standing at the door, Qin Langyan quickly took the first step to block Wang Tingting behind him and confronted Old Sartre: "I have something to say." He grabbed Wang Tingting's hand tightly and tried to comfort her not to worry, the fish was already in the belly, and the only way to solve it was to think again.

Old Sartre knew that Qin Lang was good at martial arts, and when he met those sharp and bright eyes, his aging body was suddenly shocked, and he took a step back, and he didn't dare to hit the crutches he raised.

"It was this dead girl who caught the fish while I was away. Old Sartre said in a trembling voice, and took the hands of the two brothers, Luda and Luxi: "You two want to be the master of the Daxi tribe, the divine fish is gone." I'm afraid that Moon Lake won't be able to keep it. ”

Luda's face was stern, he looked at Qin Lang and said, "Brother Qin Lang, you have to give us an explanation for this matter." ”

Lu Xi said: "Brother Qin Lang, what's going on?"

Wang Xiang and Yan Liu had already heard the movement inside, and rushed out of the tent with the guys, Yan Liu was holding a big spoon in his hand, and Wang Xiang was holding the kitchen knife just now.

The two sides are full of anger and are likely to explode immediately.

Qin Lang raised his hand to block the two and scolded: "Let me out, don't come here to make trouble." Turned to look at Ruda and Luxi: "Shenyu, my sister has definitely not stolen it." Five days, give me five days. I'll find out the truth of the matter. ”

Old Sartre said: "Two days." I'm afraid you'll run away with them. ”

Qin Lang grabbed an earthen bowl on the table, and he watched the two brothers Luda and Luxi slam the bowl to the ground, and the earthen bowl fell apart.

"I, Qin Lang, will do what I say, if I escape, I will end up like this. Pieces. ”

Old Sartre still wanted to have a seizure. Rucy grabbed him. Luda said: "Brother Qin Lang, we are friends, and we will give it to you in two days." I only hope that Uncle Sartre has recognized the wrong person. ”

With that, he left the tent with old Sartre.

Qin Lang and his entourage of four watched the three of them go away, Wang Xiang slammed the kitchen knife on the table and said hatefully: "Boss, I said a long time ago that they are not good things, no matter what they do, if the Daxi tribe does not stay, we naturally have other places to go." ”

Yan Liu didn't know what was going on, so it was not good to speak, and the person concerned, Wang Tingting, had tears in the corners of her eyes and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have gone to Moon Lake." ”

Qin Lang said with relief: "What are you afraid of, it's just two fish, I have my own way, believe me!" He looked at Wang Tingting and winked at her, this kind of thing will always come, and Old Sartre's conspiracy will definitely come sooner or later.

"Moreover, the Divine Fish must not have been stolen. ”

Wang Tingting said: "But what was we eating a few days ago." ”

Qin Lang smiled mysteriously, let Yan Liu put down the tent, and then motioned for the three of them to sit down, he walked to the place where he was originally sitting, picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth and tasted it, it was a little glutinous, not as good as the one on the earth, wrinkled and didn't look at the three people standing stupidly: "Sit, eat, if it's cold, it will make you upset, they don't eat, we have to eat." ”

It's as if nothing happened at all.

Yan Liu and Wang Xiang looked at each other, and Wang Tingting stood nervously and didn't dare to sit down.

"Hey!" Qin Lang looked up at the three of them and sighed: "Life should be more smiling, smiling often is good for the body, understand! He started to demonstrate, looked up, smiled happily, smiled brightly, and showed his neat white teeth, but unfortunately the pastry on his teeth greatly affected his image and made him look quite clown.

Wang Tingting laughed out loud when she saw him like this.

Qin Lang picked out his teeth, clapped his hands and said: "That's right, you think, the divine fish is so important, how could a shrewd person like Old Sartre let us catch the fish, and besides, we didn't steal it at all, right!"

"But!" Wang Tingting had something to say, Qin Lang raised his hand to signal her not to say anything, stared at her and said, "We didn't steal, we really didn't steal the divine fish, do you believe me?"

Yan Liu nodded, Wang Xiang and Tingting hesitated for a moment or nodded one by one.

"So, starting tomorrow we're going to do one thing, and just one thing. Qin Langle looked at the three of them, and the dimples on the left side of his face were exposed.

The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what the mysterious Qin Lang was going to do.

Qin Lang said to Wang Xiang: "Make preparations tonight and go find me three slender poles." Wang Xiang nodded and was about to go out, but Qin Lang shouted again: "What's the hurry, eat first, it's not good for such a good pastry to be ruined." As he spoke, the trio sat down together and ate dessert after dinner, as if the old Sartre and the Lu brothers had never come.

But Wang Tingting didn't know how to eat, and she was always obsessed with things, Qin Lang knew in his eyes that with Wang Xiang's sister's character, she was only afraid of doing stupid things, so she decided to enlighten her alone for a while, and Yan Liu, if Luda and Lu Xi handed over to Donglong City according to the plan he said, Yan Liu was the biggest flaw, and he was only afraid that he would have to be wronged to avoid the limelight and show up as little as possible, and this matter had to be talked about.

Fishing rods, early the next morning, Qin Lang made three fishing rods, one for Wang Xiang, one for Wang Tingting, and one for himself, as for the fat cook Yan Liu, Qin Lang talked to him at night that during this time, he still tried not to have more contact with people, and waited for the matter of the bloody cavalry to pass. It's never too late to show up, so Yan Liu has to be an invisible person for the rest of the time, and the deeper he hides, the better.

Walk.

Fishing......

After eating breakfast early in the morning, Qin Lang strode to the tent of Old Sartre by the Moon Lake, sat on the wooden stake he had moved, squeezed his eyes at Wang Tingting, shook the pole, and started to be a fisherman.

Wang Xiang and Wang Tingting both listened to what Qin Lang was going to do, so they were a lot more relieved, Wang Xiang also deliberately cleared his throat and shouted a few times, Wang Tingting covered her mouth and snickered. also caught a serious 800 fish.

Qin Lang squinted and peeked at Old Sartre's tent without moving. Thinking that the old guy was sleeping very well, he glanced at Wang Xiang, and Wang Xiang opened his throat and began to chant poetry.

The desert is lonely,

The sun sets over the long river.

......

Then he looked at Qin Lang. I can't remember the rest of the stuff. Wang Xiang is a dirt bun and doesn't know a big character. Qin Lang moved his lips at him to remind, and he sighed and continued to chatter.

Xiao Guan selected the candidate,

are all protected in Yanran.

......

The voice shouted loud and loud. Although there was a break in the middle, it was enough to wake up the sleeping old Sartre.

There was movement in the tent, and old Sartre came out with a blanket, his face full of wrinkles huddled tightly together, as if he had not yet adapted to the fact that he was awake, and opened up at the right time.

"You guys, what are you doing?" he suddenly came to his senses with fright when he saw Qin Lang and the three of them fishing at his door.

"There's a fishing rod, there's the truth. Qin Lang grinned and said: "I said that it is not necessary that the divine fish will be eaten by the big fish in the Moon Lake, I will fish it out and take a look, I disturbed Uncle Sartre, forgive me, forgive me." ”

"Get out of here, no fishing is allowed in Moon Lake. Old Sartre was very nervous and shouted.

Qin Lang still smiled calmly: "That was before, the divine fish was stolen by people, and there was no divine fish in this lake, and fishing was also a matter of course." I approached the scene to investigate the truth, and fishing was also a serious matter, and Uncle Sartre was not in a hurry to find the fish? The fish was related to the safety of the Daxi tribe, so I naturally had to work harder, and bring my friends to catch all the fish in the lake and ask them clearly, saying that they might not know where the fish went. ”

His words were well-founded, and he was so angry that old Sartre "turned blue and cramped": "You are just nonsense, how can the fish sue you something." ”

"Oh!" Qin Lang looked at him with wide eyes: "This is different, I can listen to the fish." If Old Sartre wants to find the fish thief quickly, don't bother anymore. There is no honorific in this sentence.

Old Sartre was so angry that he couldn't speak, he knew that he couldn't beat Qin Lang, so he picked up his crutches and rushed to the camp of the two brothers of the Lu family, intending to move the rescuers.

Qin Lang waved at him and said, "Go slowly, don't send it, you have the three of us guarding your house, and no one can steal anything." ”

Wang Tingting looked at the angry old Sartre who left a little worried: "Brother Qin Lang, this is not good!"

"What's bad, I'm telling the truth, come fishing, fishing, be attentive. Qin Lang sat flat and steady, his arms were motionless, the pole was slightly bent, and he floated along the water, like a fisherman.

Wang Xiang originally thought that the boss's martial arts were already very remarkable, but today he found out that the boss is not only good at martial arts, but also unrivaled in eloquence, and there is no room for others to say anything back, so he is really curious about where the boss comes from, so he asked: "Boss, where did you come from." ”

Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders and looked at the Moon Lake, which was so pure that it was not mixed with a little impurity, and thought to himself that he came from where he came to tell him that you don't know, and said with a smile: "You have a clever head, I said in the abyss of death, I can sleep in the bed of heaven and earth, eat a hundred meals, I am a homeless man in the Longteng Continent." ”

"I don't believe it. Wang Xiang shook his head and said, "How can a homeless man have such a powerful ability." ”

"You have a class vision. Qin Lang said the words of a great man in his hometown.

Wang Tingting suddenly shouted: "Brother Qin Lang, the fish has been hooked......"

"Wow. Qin Lang cheered happily, and when the fish floated three times, he pulled it violently, and a golden carp rolled in the air, and the golden scales reflected the extraordinary beauty of the early morning sun.

"Wow, that's a good start! Qin Lang put the golden carp into the barrel and laughed: "You two have to hurry, I can take the lead, tonight's fish banquet depends on the two of you......"

The angry old Sutter rushed into the camp of the two brothers of the Lu family early in the morning and told them everything, but there was indeed no rule in the Daxi tribe that other fish in the lake could not be caught except for the divine fish. Luda comforted Old Sartre and said that he promised to give Qin Lang five days, and let him do his own thing in these five days, and if he couldn't find it after five days, there would be no reason to find it. Old Sartre left the camp, and the two brothers of the Lu family were not in a hurry, but he was in a hurry, so he hurried to a tent near the desert to the west of the Daxi tribe.

The tent was also grey and patched like the surroundings, except for a small green lawn in front of the tent.

The lawn is planted in the desert, and the atmosphere is outstanding.

"Zhao Jushi has a start. Old Sartre, who spoke loudly and loudly, was whispering at the moment, not at all like usual.

"Old Sartre is here. "The tent was lifted. One with his head tied. A middle-aged man in a cyan robe walked out with a faint smile on his face and a pair of clear and bright eyes under his thick eyebrows.

"Come on in. He reached out and lifted the tarpaulin, letting old Sartre go in first. A qiē appears polite.

In the tent. One table, one painting. Several weapons are neatly arranged on the left side, and there is a screen on the right side of the table, behind which is the place to sleep. Old Sartre seems to come to this place often. Extremely familiar, walk to the right sitting place and sit cross-legged.

Zhao Jushi gathered his long sleeves, set up a small wooden table, came out and sat down, poured a glass of water for Old Sartre, although the teapot on the small table was just an ordinary earthen pot, but the birds were sketched on it, making the ordinary earthen pot look a little more elegant in the simplicity.

"Hey!" Old Sartre sighed and took a sip of water: "The doll is disobedient, give the mourning star five days." ”

"Oh!" Zhao Jushi was a little surprised, added a little water to Old Sartre's small cup, and said slowly: "Uncle Sartre has done what I said one by one." ”

"Zhao Jushi, you are a great sage, how dare I change the way to sue sù, it's just that the mourning star has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and his martial arts are really good, I thought I couldn't get out of Donglong City, but I didn't expect him to come out, it seems that he is still living a lot better than when he first came." ”

"Oh, did he get trapped in Donglong City?" Zhao Jushi asked curiously, putting down the small cup in his hand.

Old Sartre said: "Zhao Jushi doesn't know, a few days ago, the mourning star went to Donglong City, and I heard that the cavalry he let go last time found out, Wang Xiang escaped back and took away one of the people in the bloody cavalry team, so he rescued him." ”

Zhao Jushi pondered for a moment, his fingers lightly tapped on the table and made a ticking sound: "Uncle Sartre hates him to the bone, why don't you borrow the power of Donglong City there." ”

"Hey, it's all because of Luda and Luxi, the two dead boys, Wang Xiang, who took people away. The two brothers were now completely blinded by Qin Lang, thinking that he was a good person. ”

"It's not going to be easy right now. Zhao Jushi stopped the tapping action in his hand, there was no sound in the tent, and Old Sartre looked at the only smile on his face that was retracted, and his heart tightened: "Why did Zhao Jushi say this." ”

"One of the bloody cavalry team is gone, and the rest of the people can't stay, I'm afraid that within ten days, Donglong City will definitely send heavy troops to come. Zhao Jushi had light in his eyes and saw things thoroughly and clearly.

"This. Old Sartre was taken aback: "Zhao Jushi, you are clever and must save the Daxi tribe." ”

Zhao Jushi thought for a moment and said lightly: "Things can only come step by step, let's take a look at Qin Lang's affairs first, what is he doing now?"

"Fishing by the Moon Lake, there's no way to drive them away. Old Sartre coughed, extremely annoyed, because Qin Lang's reason had brought great danger to the Daxi tribe.

"Fishing...... Interesting. ”

Zhao Jushi seemed to be very interested in Qin Lang.

"Take me to see it. ”

......

Here the old Sartre took Zhao Jushi to see Qin Lang fishing, Qin Lang was lucky, he caught four fish in a row, and he was in a good mood, Wang Tingting also caught two, only Wang Xiang was unlucky, and none of the fish was hooked, which made him very depressed.

"Don't sit still. Qin Lang gave him a very intuitive evaluation, and he kept talking about the fish when he caught it, and he was scared away by the fish.

"Let's go, it's a good morning, continue during the day. Qin Lang stretched his waist, looking at the fish still alive in the barrel, he was in a good mood, and even seemed to have forgotten some of the troubles of finding the thief.

In the distance, two pairs of eyes were looking at him, one from Old Sartre and the other from the mysterious Zhao Jushi.

"It was he who said that he was a homeless and appeared in the Daxi tribe for no reason. ”

"This son must be the dragon and phoenix among people. Zhao Jushi was slightly surprised when he saw Qin Lang's appearance, he was proficient in hexagrams and arithmetic. It can be said that you know astronomy and geography. Qin Lang's double court was full, his face was red, and there was a faint sign of power. A hint of surprise finally appeared on his indifferent face.

"Dragons and phoenixes among people, didn't Zhao Jushi say that my family's Luda and Lu Xi are naturally fierce and can be regarded as the leaders of one party, could it be that the life of this mourning star is better than the two of them?" Old Sartre was taken aback, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows stretched slightly, like a crumpled linen cloth constantly rubbing.

"Wait. Zhao Jushi let Old Sartre stay where he was, and he didn't hide anymore, he walked slowly towards Qin Lang, picked up three fishing rods and was about to leave with joy, and Qin Lang, who was about to leave, looked up and saw a stranger walking towards him with a smile on his face, and he didn't pay attention to him. I just thought I was looking for old Sartre.

The road between the two is wide. The three of them laughed and planned to go back, but the stranger took the middle position and came to Qin Lang head-on, Qin Lang saw that this person was dressed in a green shirt, with a square scarf wrapped around his head, like an ancient scholar, and walked straight towards him, as if he didn't see himself at all. So I took the initiative to give way to the left.

Unexpectedly, the scholar also walked to the left. Qin Lang returned to his original position. The scholar came over again, and Qin Lang smiled at him helplessly, thinking that he was also letting himself grab the position. So he made a gesture of please, and stood in place to let him go first.

The scholar didn't say a word, and still stood in the opposite position to him.

"You, the boss took the initiative to let you. Wang Xiang put down the barrel in his hand and hugged Qin Lang for the unevenness.

"Friends, please go over first!" Qin Lang was not angry, the young people of the new era are very well-cultivated.

The scholar looked at him motionless.

Qin Lang was very curious, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, wondering if this person was a fool.

"You've taken my place. "Scholar, this will open up.

"Didn't you let it all?" Wang Xiang crossed his waist and took a breath of cold air, only to feel that this person was too dull.

Qin Lang shook his head and moved to the left again, for him

Wang Tingting looked at the scholar curiously: "Sir, Brother Qin Lang has given you a place, let's go." ”

"Blocked, he blocked me. The scholar's tone was dull.

Qin Lang smiled on his face and stretched out his hand to let Wang Xiang and Wang Tingting go over first, and he looked at the scholar in front of him with a fishing rod, and only felt that this person was very interesting.

"The road is at your feet, go straight ahead, and you will get where you want to go, where you get in the way. ”

"It's definitely blocked. The scholar still maintained his original tone, and said very seriously.

"The road is enough for you to walk, how can I say that I am in the way. Qin Lang smiled on his face, but he was still not angry, and began to ask the reason for the scholar.

"The road is here. The scholar pointed to his chest and then to his eyes: "I saw that you blocked the way, that is, it was blocked, this road is mine."

Qin Lang's heart moved, how could he have encountered an idealist meal. He didn't understand this, squinted at the scholar and said: "There is no road in this world, and when there are more people walking, there is a road." ”

He borrowed the words of a great writer, and the scholar was stunned for a moment, and he could naturally understand the meaning of the words, how can you be alone in the road if the road belongs to everyone, and you can't go one way alone.

"Now you can make way, right?" Qin Lang admired his appearance very much, how could a scholar overcome the thousands of years of culture in his hometown.

The scholar immediately regained his previous expression, and looked sideways at Qin Lang: "But I think the road is still blocked, how can the image of all beings compare to my unique image." ”

"Huh. Qin Lang only felt very funny when he heard this, and laughed again and again.

Wang Xiang and Wang Tingting couldn't understand what the two of them were doing now, they just felt that the two of them were talking nonsense.

"The image of all beings is not as good as you?" the smile on Qin Lang's face retracted, and he asked the scholar with questions.

The scholar looked up proudly, and the answer was decided.

"Hit. Qin Lang suddenly raised his hand and shouted, throwing a fishing rod to Wang Xiang, who was standing behind the scholar.

"Dare, I am a talented person. ”

"Hit. "Qin Lang doesn't care if he is a talent or a flower, he is still the champion in his hometown, much higher than his level.

Wang Xiang hesitated for a moment and heard Qin Lang's shouting, picked up the fishing rod, and the two of them attacked one after the other, up and down.

I only heard a pounding sound, dust flying, and the scholar fell to the ground begging for mercy, even a wolf.

Qin Lang sneered: "After reading the book for a few years, I forgot the book, I should fight." The road is still yours, and the difference between the same scholars is so big. Pedantic, pedantic!"

Zhao Jushi beat him so that his nose was blue and his face was swollen and he couldn't speak.

"Let's go. Qin Lang resisted the fishing rod and left in the direction of going back, leaving a word.

"Xiucai can't explain why he met Bing. Besides, you're full of crooked reasoning, you know?"

"A bunch of barbarians, not a problem. ”

Zhao Jushi came to such a conclusion after being beaten, the bruises on his face made him unable to have too many expressions, but the glint in those clear eyes showed that he felt that he felt that it was quite cost-effective for him to try the other party's hypocrisy. His remarks made old Sartre admire him even more.

"Don't think too much, the matter of the Divine Fish will definitely drive him out of the Darcy tribe. Monitor his every move. ”

This conclusion is almost YY to the extreme, and it is really up to him to think of it. But Old Sartre was convinced of him, and went back to monitor Qin Lang's every move with peace of mind.

......

The next day, Qin Lang was fishing.

Continuing to observe, Zhao Jushi did not give a conclusion.

On the third day, Qin Lang continued to fish. Then the fish feast was served. By the way, he also shouted a lot of displaced people from the Daxi tribe.

It is useless to buy people's hearts, Zhao Jushi came to a conclusion this time.

On the fourth day, Qin Lang finished his morning exercise. Alone went fishing. Wang Xiang slept in a tent. Wang Tingting does housework.

It was already the fourth day, and Qin Lang seemed to have completely forgotten about the search for the Divine Fish, and Zhao Jushi was a little confused. Walking around the tent, guessing what he was going to do.

Continue to monitor ......

At noon on the fourth day, Wang Xiang rode away from the Daxi tribe. As soon as the news came, Zhao Jushi's red and swollen face showed a smile and said to Old Sartre: "Congratulations, I'm afraid that the mourning star is scared and is ready to escape." ”

Old Sartre was very happy, and the tight strings in his heart were finally loosened.

On the fifth day, Old Sartre and Zhao Jushi firmly believed that Qin Lang would definitely escape.

What do you think, in the early morning of the fifth day, Qin Lang suddenly shouted in the Daxi tribe, everyone come and see, the lost Shenyu has been found for me, and the Shenyu has lost this matter except for Lao Sartre, the Lu family brothers, Zhao Jushi and Qin Lang and his party, and others don't know about it.

This will give him a shout, and most of the displaced people of the Daxi tribe will know about it, and it will not be long before all the displaced people of the Daxi tribe gather outside the old Sartre Gate to seek the truth.

Qin Lang took Wang Xiang and Tingting to stand outside the old Sartre's tent, and the old Sartre comforted everyone: "We can only ask the new Qin Lang about the divine fish, a few days ago, someone saw the woman next to him steal the divine fish from the old man, and cooked it." ”

When everyone heard this, there was an uproar, the divine fish was the hope of the Daxi tribe in their eyes, how could they cook it for two outsiders, and the others glared at Qin Lang and the three of them angrily.

At this time, the two brothers Luda and Luxi also came, squeezed into the crowd and said to everyone: "Quiet, quiet, let's listen to Qin Lang say a few words." ”

Qin Lang didn't care about everyone's eyes, with a warm smile on his face: "Friends, Qin Lang didn't steal the divine fish, I'm just afraid that someone is secretly trying to destroy the Daxi tribe, so I have been looking for the truth every day for five days, and I finally found it this morning." ”

"Nonsense, when have you looked for it, you've been fishing all day for five days, and that's what everyone has seen. It was none other than Zhao Jushi who beat Qin Lang that day, I saw that he was still wearing a green shirt, but the bruises on his face were still not gone, swollen like two steamed buns, so that Qin Lang almost couldn't recognize it, this would listen to the meaning of his words, it was obvious that this person was with Old Sartre.

Wang Xiang was a little nervous, and asked quietly, "Boss, can this method work?" ”

"Rest assured. Qin Lang comforted Wang Xiang, and glanced at Wang Tingting beside him, Wang Tingting stood up and said: "I haven't seen any divine fish, nor have I stolen divine fish, someone is deliberately making trouble, and now Qin Lang's brother has found out." "The sound is crisp and pleasant, and it is very useful to listen to.

"Nonsense, Zhao Jushi, tell me what you saw that day, so that they don't have to quibble here. Old Sartre looked like he was winning, and in order for Ruda and Luxi to be able to firmly sit in the position of the leader of the Daxi Dynasty, he was willing to pay a price to get rid of the people who could affect them.

Now, Qin Lang is one.

rescued Luda and Luxi twice, rescued Daxi twice and fell into fire and water, and captured the bloody cavalry alive with his own strength. The legendary events in a short period of time filled the Darcy tribe with praise for him.

Zhao Jushi walked out of the crowd, cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone knows Zhao's character. ”

Some of the displaced people responded one after another.

Zhao Jushi is a great sage of the western tribe, and he has always been a good talker.

Right, right. Zhao Jushi's words must be true.

......

Zhao Jushi was quite useful to these voices, and stretched out his hand to suppress the leader.

"Many days ago, Zhao came to play chess with Old Sartre, and he didn't want Old Sartre to be there, so when he was about to leave, he happened to see a panicked woman who left Moon Lake with a wet body. Originally, I thought it was just accidentally falling into the Moon Lake, but I didn't expect it to be stealing the divine fish. It's just that Zhao has poor eyesight, and when he sees clearly that the woman is holding a divine fish in her hand, he can't catch up. ”

After hearing this, everyone was in a mess, and what Zhao Jushi saw was naturally true.

Qin Lang said with a smile: "Zhao Jushi is really a great sage, the woman who has poor eyesight but can clearly see the fish in the hand of the woman who walks away." Near is invisible. It's so far away that you can see it clearly, and then you admire, admire. ”

There is a loophole in Zhao Jushi's words for Qin Lang to catch, he is a thick-skinned master. Unhurriedly, he said, "Thank you for the compliment." ”

Qin Lang didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned. He bowed his hand to him in admiration. Then he looked at the crowd: "I haven't been fishing again for five days, but I'm asking the fish in the lake where the divine fish has gone." ”

Can a man talk to a fish......

This is the first time that the displaced people of the Darcy tribe have heard of it.

Zhao Jushi's face changed slightly: "Nonsense." How can a fish talk to a man? ”

Qin Lang looked at Old Sartre with a smile: "Uncle Sartre, tell me if the fish can talk to people, if not, how does Uncle Sartre communicate with the divine fish." ”

"Uncle Sartre is a prophet, and he is favored by the God of Light, so he will not be like us. I don't know who answered for the old Sartre, who was very prestigious in the Daxi tribe, and it was he who led a group of thirty-one people to find this oasis at the most critical time.

"I believe this, but it is very unfortunate that when Zai Xia was traveling in the Dragon Continent, he met a priest of the Holy See, and he saw that Zai Xia was poor and had no skills, so he quietly taught Zai Xia the method of eavesdropping on the fish, so that Zai Xia could find a school of fish to fill his stomach through this method. Qin Lang told a lie, and the homeless people began to believe him.

"There is no basis for words, how do we know if what you say is true or false. One of the homeless people asked again.

Qin Lang smiled: "Don't worry, if you want to see it, I'll let you see it." ”

Please see.

Qin Lang walked to the lake with a smile on his face, like a performer who raised his hand and showed the back of his hand and face to everyone.

Empty, nothing.

He stood on the surface of the lake and took a deep breath and raised his hands.

"From. ”

As his voice sounded, two fish suddenly jumped on the surface of the water near the shore of the Moon Lake, and the homeless people really saw that they were two fish.

He turned to look at old Sartre and said, "I can overhear the fish, so I can naturally grasp their whereabouts." ”

Old Sartre snorted and said, "Luck, it's just that a fish jumped up." ”

"Then try something else. Qin Lang turned around, his hands floating in the air, as if he was carrying a heavy object in his palm.

"From. ”

The water rippled, and five or six fish jumped up in unison.

"How is this?" he asked, Old Sartre and Zhao Jushi.

Wang Xiang stared at this scene with round eyes, and his admiration for Qin Lang fell to the ground. Wang Tingting covered her mouth so that she didn't exclaim, and Luda and Luxi glanced at each other and couldn't hide the shock in their hearts.

Old Sartre's face changed slightly, but his temper was as smelly and hard as a stone in a latrine, and he argued: "What is the ability to make a fish jump." ”

Zhao Jushi didn't look at it, staring at Qin Lang's hands carefully, hoping to find some speed limit from his hands, Qin Lang deliberately raised his hand to show him the truth.

"Believe it or not, they'll come up and swim neatly on the shore. ”

Qin Lang is very confident, this is purely a magic trick, seven years ago, it was performed in the Spring Festival Gala in 2010, the mystery of this has already been thoroughly revealed on the Internet, as long as the conditions are sufficient, everyone can perform, how can they not be fooled by this to fool the compatriots in the other world who are backward in science and technology.

Everyone waited silently.

"Wave!" The water waves rolled, and three carp surfaced, Qin Lang tilted his head to listen to them, and then straightened up and said, "The fish said that the water is too stuffy today, so I want to come up and go around." The words just fell.

Seven or eight more fish surfaced in a row.

"Let's go. With a confident smile on his face, Qin Lang waved his palm, and eleven fish swam back and forth by the lake in a neat row.

"Come again. ”

The fish seemed to be able to understand what Qin Lang said.

Following his command, suddenly to the east, and suddenly to the west. Suddenly in two columns, suddenly in three rows, suddenly in circles, suddenly jumping.

The homeless people were stunned and amazed.

Shocked old Sartre's face was like earth.

Frightened, Zhao Jushi shook his head and muttered that it was impossible.

"Now believe it, right?" Qin Lang was very satisfied with today's performance, withdrew his hand, and returned to the lake with a dried fish.

This......

This is nothing short of a miracle.

Miracles!

Only then did one of the homeless people have time to breathe and calm their trembling hearts.

The God of Light is always there!

I don't know who shouted, and the homeless people chanted one after another, but the faith of the God of Light was always firm and very deep in their hearts.

Faith is sometimes a good thing.

Qin Lang sighed and looked at the fanatical expressions of the homeless people, and looked at Old Sartre with a smile. By the way, he also glanced at Zhao Jushi: "Uncle Sartre." Now I don't believe I've found the Divine Fish. ”

Old Sartre had nothing to say, Qin Lang's expression just now was beyond his understanding, and he even had an illusion of devotion to the God of Light in the wave after wave of shouts. There was no one in the Darcy tribe who could compare to him. The qiē that Qin Lang just made only had two words to describe it. Only God can do it.

A qiē is all in the plan. Qin Lang said with a smile: "The divine fish did not steal it, this news was told to me by the fish in the Moon Lake." ”

"Where is the Qin Lang Brother Divine Fish?" Luda sobered up from his shock and asked, Qin Lang's existence was really incredible. From the first meeting to the present, so many impossibilities have been realized in him.

Qin Lang said to everyone: "The Divine Fish is by our side. He whispered a few words in Lussi's ear. Lu Xi was slightly startled, walked into the tent of old Sartre, and walked out with an earthen jar in his hand, looking at old Sartre with an inexplicable expression on his face, as if he was suspicious, as if disappointed.

Old Sartre was shocked, and his face was as white as earth. He realized that the prestige he had erected in the Darcy tribe would soon be gone. He looked at the earthen altar in Lu Xi's hand, and saw the way Lu Xi looked at him, maybe even his position in the hearts of the two brothers Lu Da and Lu Xi would no longer exist. He looked sideways at Qin Lang, looking at this unfathomable young man, this young man who could talk to the fish and had been guided by the priest, he knew that he should not think of him as a spy, let alone as an enemy of his own children, from the beginning he had deviated from the teachings of the God of Light.

May goodness be with the Light.

The consequences are all self-inflicted, deviating from the teachings of the God of Light, and there is only one result.

Perhaps this young man was sent by the God of Light to punish him, and old Sartre's stubborn head was lowered, and he no longer had any thoughts of resisting.

Qin Lang had been quietly paying attention to Old Sartre's ever-changing expression, took the earthen altar from Lu Xi's hand, and placed it on a high wooden stake on the edge of the tent.

"The Divine Fish is here, and it is not lost. ”

The homeless people all looked at Old Sartre incredulously, the divine fish has always been in his room, why the respected old Sartre wants to say that it was stolen, they can't figure it out and can't figure it out.

"Everyone must be curious why the Divine Fish is in Old Sartre's tent. ”

Old Sartre's body trembled, he didn't know how to answer, Zhao Jushi took advantage of the chaos and quietly withdrew from the crowd.

All the residents of the Daxi tribe looked at Old Sartre, hoping to get an answer from him, Qin Lang also looked at him, and Wang Xiang had a hint of ridicule on his face. Wang Tingting's face was crimson, and she was congested with excitement. Her excitement came entirely from Qin Lang's handsomeness and perfect appearance, which made the old Sartre reveal his true form.

"Old Sartre must have been too excited to find the Divine Fish, so let's hear what the Divine Fish has to say. Qin Lang pretended to tilt his ears towards the earthen altar, and the two red carp in the altar swam quietly.

Everyone quieted down, and with the appearance of a "miracle", Qin Lang's status in the Daxi tribe had reached a very high position, and in the eyes of some people, it was even higher than Luda, Luxi, and Lao Sartre.

Old Sartre's head was dizzy, he knew that Qin Lang would definitely not let him go, if it wasn't for everyone, he would probably have fainted this time.

After "listening" for a long time, Qin Lang finally glanced at Old Sartre, his eyes were strange, and then he said to everyone: "Shenyu said that Old Sartre prayed day and night for the future of the Daxi tribe, and they hid in Old Sartre's house, intending to test whether what Old Sartre said was true, and if it was, it would be carried out." (To be continued......)