The only one who can catch up with Yin Nan is Shengqiang, who is more sensitive than a hunting dog.

The four people in this line, because of the hot weather, all wore sunshade hats, could not see their faces clearly, bare-chested, half-worn trousers, barefoot and barefoot bast shoes, and a cool shirt on their arms.

They were dressed like coolies in the city of Kuanzhou, but their skin was darker and rougher, no matter how they were washed, so it was the same—the dry wind was like a knife, cutting ravines in their bodies, and the yellow sand followed these nicks and invaded their bodies.

The tallest one lifted the hat, revealing the eagle and wolf, and sharply slashed over Wu Jin and the others.

He looked at Wu Jin, a scholar, with faintly undulating muscles and bones under the robe, and he had some strength, but he didn't have to worry about it.

looked at Mo Lingfeng, the yellow-haired girl.

looked at Cheng Ting, but looked at it twice more - Cheng Ting's eyes were full of anger, and his whole person was straight.

And Cheng Ting didn't care about his gaze, he clamped his legs tightly, exchanging his left and right legs back and forth, he couldn't sit still, his abdomen was full of swelling, and he almost wanted to explode.

He was so anxious that he didn't know what these Qiang people wanted to do, and if they wanted to kill or chop, they wouldn't give him a good time.

He's going to pee!

The Qiang people's eyes finally looked at Yin Nan.

Yin Nan is dressed in a neat narrow-sleeved riding costume, which seems to have no blades, but in fact, there are murderous blades hidden on his head, sleeves, waist, and boots.

The tall man took a step in the direction of Yin Nan, and his right hand reached under the cool shirt he was wearing, and the shape of a short knife immediately appeared inside.

Wu Jin immediately arched Cheng Ting beside him back.

Cheng Ting took a step back, hurriedly clamped his legs again, stretched his mouth to Wu Jin's ear, and whispered: "Wu Jin, I can't hold it back!" ”

Wu Jin firmly tied Mo Lingfeng to his back and responded in a low voice: "Bear with me." ”

The Qiang people no longer paid attention to the three people huddled together, but looked at Yin Nan very suspiciously, wondering if she was excited.

Yin Nan was indeed excited, the blood all over his body was agitated because of this, his eyes and ears became extremely sensitive, and his tongue licked the corners of his mouth, like a gluttonous meal about to be full.

She took a step forward, and took a step further, the soft sword at her waist was already drawn a finger long, and her eyes were shining, and she took a third step.

The man suddenly took a step back.

The Qiang people revered nature, they believed in incredible divine powers, and they also believed in their own intuition when they encountered danger, and he sensed the danger of losing both sides from Yin Nan.

Yin Nan took a step further, and the man took another step back, returned to the youngest boy in the group, and said a string of Qiang dialects in a hurry and quickly.

The young man took off his hat, took a step forward, and said in fluent Chinese: "Friends, our family is here to belong, and there is no malice, so we will leave immediately." ”

After that, he learned to be a literati and bowed, unfamiliar and funny.

When he looked up, Mo Lingfeng opened his eyes, glanced at him, closed them again, and yawned.

Yin Nan retreated in disappointment.

The young man put on his hat again and retreated to the elders, and the tall man led them away and walked in the direction of Kuanzhou City.

After walking out for more than ten steps, the young man suddenly looked back, threw a white stone from his hand, and said loudly: "Send you, beautiful little girl!" ”

The stone was very accurate, and it came straight to Wu Jin, Yin Nan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the stone in his hand.

The young man smiled and followed the footsteps of his family, and soon disappeared, Mo Lingfeng turned his head, lazily stretched out his hand, took the stone from Yin Nan's hand and glanced at it, and casually threw it in the grass again.

As soon as the Qiang people left, Cheng Ting immediately exploded twenty or thirty steps like gunpowder, took off his pants to pee, and after urinating a long river, the whole person became relaxed.

He was relieved and walked back to Wu Jin's side: "Where are we going to eat?" I'm in for a treat. ”

What had just happened, for him, had already been spilled with the urine.

Mo Lingfeng rubbed his eyes vigorously, fluttered down from Wu Jin's back, and replied to Cheng Ting: "Go to a place where there is lychee rock sugar water to eat." ”

Cheng Ting turned over and got on his horse: "Then go to Sheep Baifu, the newly opened main store, there are mutton buns and noodles, and there are many kinds of sugar water." ”

Mo Lingfeng also got on the horse: "Then go to Yang Baifu." ”

Neither of them took this matter to heart, but Wu Jin thought about it.

There is no war, and the seemingly peaceful border is actually turbulent, and it is not peaceful.

The four of them returned the horses, returned to the city together, and had a full meal, Cheng Ting said goodbye first, and continued to call friends to wander and have fun, Wu Jin decided to send Mo Lingfeng back to his home, and informed Zhao Shiheng of the encounter with the Qiang people.

When I arrived at Mofu, it was still early, and a round of red sun had not yet sunk in the west.

Wu Jin stood outside the corner door, the word "Futai" on the lintel has been through wind and rain several times, and it is still clean, and the two toads on the low stone pillar are cute and cute, and they look much more pleasing to the eye than Wang Jinghua.

Mo Lingfeng knocked on the door with a "knock", and the doorman on duty quickly opened the door - the porter used to have a trace of popularity, but today it is like a mud baby, hanging his head, and he doesn't even dare to turn his eyes too much.

"Wu Jin, come on!" Mo Lingfeng beckoned to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin was seeing that something was wrong with the porter, and before he had time to think about it, he followed in.

The two went straight into the back garden, and then both stopped and looked at Mo Qianlan, who was waiting for the rabbit in the garden.

Mo Qianlan sat on the swing, holding the thick hemp rope with both hands, and put his feet on the ground, swinging and swinging, and the shadows of the trees were tilted, making his face bright and dark, and his already pale and gloomy face became more and more cloudy, and his expression was also terrifying.

The subordinates who stood with their hands hanging down all around were silent.

Zhao Shiheng sat on the stone pier on the side, casually flipping through "Hexagram Biography".

Wu Jin hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "The student has seen Mo Jiedu's envoy and Mr. Zhao. ”

Mo Qianlan waved his hand and motioned for him to get aside, Wu Jin immediately crossed his hands and retreated respectfully to Zhao Shiheng's side.

Mo Qianlan sat alone in the mansion, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he was half dead, he was crazy, and he simply waited in the garden for Mo Lingfeng, the wild wind to blow back.

The wild wind blew back, and as a result, a Wu Jin was swept in.

This made him angry, but also "bubbling" out of the sour air, sat firmly on the swing, he asked Mo Lingfeng with a calm face: "Where did you go?" ”

Mo Lingfeng replied confidently: "I went to the racecourse." ”

She was full of anger and had no heart, and ran to Mo Qianlan, wanting to sit on the swing with him.

"Stand," Mo Qianlan slammed her throat, "You are still reasonable, I am too used to you!" Do you know how dangerous it is out there! ”

His reprimand was really a bolt from the blue, not only Mo Lingfeng's eyes widened, but even Zhao Shidu was shocked.

Wu Jin stood aside, and also felt that the dark clouds covered the top - once, he went to find Zhao Shiheng to return the book, and heard Zhao Shiheng ask Mo Qianlan what tree to plant, Mo Qianlan said to plant cherry trees, and also joked that the ancestors loved to eat.

Mo Qianlan's ancestor is Mo Lingfeng, and she hasn't even flicked a finger against her, let alone such heavy words.

Zhao Shiheng immediately stood up, worried that Mo Lingfeng was going to cry, and secretly touched his sleeve to see if there was any sugar.