"Drive..."

The horse's hooves are clattering, the wheels are sparkling, and the tall head of a single horse pulls the small carriage, although the speed is not particularly fast, but Qin Lang, who is sitting in the driver's seat in the front room, can feel a different leisure.

With his legs crossed, holding the reins in one hand and shaking the whip in the other, there is a vague feeling of herding cowherds in the fairy mountain.

However, Qin Lang looked at the soft whip in his hand, and also remembered the steel whip that was shattered when he was confronting Cai Yuanfeng.

Well...

Anyway, the whip is gone, and when I arrived in the capital... No, I can't wait for the capital, I can't wait for Yangzhou, and when I get to the next county town with a blacksmith shop, I have to quickly re-purchase the best weapons.

……

After a long time of being comfortable in the Ning Xiang Pavilion, Qin Lang forgot to bring a sword with him before going on the road this time.

In fact, if you want to be selective, it is best to buy weapons in Yangzhou Mansion.

As a rich area on the south bank of the Yangtze River, Yangzhou is also an important place for transportation, whether it is the northwest or southwest direction, if you want to go to the capital, you must pass through Yangzhou, this kind of place has a large flow of people, and naturally also values safety, and most of the weapons for self-defense are much more sophisticated.

It's just that Qin Lang can't pick at the moment, he has already embarked on the road to Beijing, and he doesn't care about the fine or anything, just get a weapon as soon as possible.

……

Click.

As we walked, the carriage jolted, and a little girl in the carriage slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

"Hmm..."

vaguely saw that the scenery in his eyes was retreating, Zhuo Beibei's little hand held the car window, and poked out a cute little face in a daze:

"Where are we, Qin Lang..."

"On the way, I'm going to the capital."

"Oh..."

Nine times out of ten, the sect master didn't know what Qin Lang was talking about, but just subconsciously snorted twice.

Ever since she learned last night that she was going to leave today, she had not slept well all night, and it was not until this morning that she really closed her eyes, and when she woke up, her brain was still blank.

"Just now... It was so noisy just now... What's going on..."

Still just now, how long has it been gone, Qin Lang yawned and said casually:

"It's okay, I kissed your apprentice just now."

"Oh..."

Zhuo Beibei continued to hum, then smashed his lips, fell in the carriage, and continued to sleep.

……

It wasn't until about noon that Qin Lang stopped to replenish food and water, and Zhuo Beibei in the carriage smelled the smell of baked buns and woke up completely.

"Boy."

Holding a bun bigger than his face, Zhuo Beibei took a small bite while staring at Qin Lang without joy or sorrow:

"When I went to bed this morning, did you do anything to be sorry for my fugitive?"

"Excuse me?"

Qin Lang glanced at her:

"You love me, I'm not sorry."

"You did!"

"What did you do?"

"You kissed my apprentice in the morning!"

Zhuo Beibei's pink cheeks bulged, then thought about it, and added:

"It's better for you to tell me yourself!"

“……”

Qin Lang opened the water bladder, took a sip of water, tore half a dozen baked buns from Zhuo Beibei's hand, and then looked at her seriously:

"Is there a possibility, these are all things that you have in your dreams."

“？”

Zhuo Beibei was stunned, dreaming...

Hey? It seems like...

It seems to be...

After all, she slept all morning...

I see.

That's right.

It turned out to be a dream.

Zhuo Beibei was suddenly, Qin Lang in the dream announced so arrogantly that he was kissing his apprentice, and that would make sense.

What's more, she, who is a master, has only kissed Qin Lang on the face, Lingyue shouldn't be so fast...

……

After a short time, Qin Lang continued to catch the car on the road, but once the little girl in the carriage did not feel sleepy, she suddenly became bored on the road.

"Qin Lang, tell me a story."

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain..."

"Don't want this!"

“… There is a nun in the temple, fragrant, so everyone calls her shiitake mushrooms..."

"Qin Lang!"

He actually perfunctory to the sect master, Zhuo Beibei decided not to talk to Qin Lang for an hour after that.

Qin Lang was happy, humming a little song that Zhuo Beibei couldn't understand for an hour, and when he stopped to rest again, the sect master who refused to give in stood in front of Qin Lang and showed him his aggrieved appearance.

“……”

“……”

Qin Lang's eyelids drooped, staring at her little face speechless.

Although I don't really want to pay attention to her, I want to let her be honest in the carriage alone for a while, but how to say...

I don't know if it has anything to do with the natural charm of this thing, anyway, only those who have seen her with their own eyes know how pitiful it will be when the sect master deliberately shows a little aggrieved appearance that wants to cry.

It can be said that it is simply some kind of witchcraft, even if it is Qin Lang, she was finally crushed by her big watery eyes, and pointed to the carriage with her forehead:

"Go back and sit down, and I'll tell you."

"Hmph~yes~!"

She knew that Qin Lang would not bear to snub the sect master, so she returned to the carriage and .jpg well-behaved.

In fact, telling some stories on the way to the car is not troublesome for Qin Lang at all, and he habitually asked:

"Where was it last time?"

"Wu Song fights and kills Ximenqing."

"Oh... Did you kill it? ”

"Not yet, you didn't tell who Ximenqing was, I just said that Wu Song killed the tiger."

The sect master of this bridge is actually a little disdainful, isn't it just a tiger, the sect master can kill a hundred by stretching his toes, and I don't know what is great about Wu Song.

"You remember, in this story, most of them are ordinary people, and those who know martial arts are limited to fists and feet, and they have no internal strength or anything, let alone an old witch like you."

Qin Lang first reminded the background setting of "Water Margin", and then continued to tell the story of Wu Song.

……

As he spoke, it was getting late, the sun was setting, and the carriage had arrived at the first small county town after leaving Jingzhou Mansion.

Qin Lang was very lucky, he found a blacksmith directly here, and when they were about to close the stall, he hurriedly made a common single-ring one-handed machete.

Although Qin Lang still felt that the steel whip was ruthless enough, not all blacksmith shops had the time and ability to build this kind of unpopular weapon, and the last one was also a second-hand item that was ready-made, so it was about to be used now.

During this period, Zhuo Beibei had also been settled in the inn by Qin Lang.

"How? Sassy or not? ”

When Qin Lang carried the brand-new big knife and returned to the inn room majestically, the Tianhe Sect Master, who was eating the sugar gourd, just sneered disdainfully:

"What about your whip last time?"

"It's gone."

"Waste... Pain Pain Pain ——! ”

"Yes."

Qin Lang glared at the goods and waved the last sugar gourd in his hand:

"Next time, I'll put this on you somewhere else."

“！”

Zhuo Beibei was nervous for a while, first covered his little buttocks, and then covered his back:

"Which... Which place..."

"Guess."

After Qin Lang finished intimidating, he ate the remaining sugar gourd by himself, and the sect master felt that he had been fooled, and pounced on him to scuffle with Qin Lang.

……

Of course, in the end, when you are tired, you still talk about peace.

"This city is small, no one comes out to do activities at night, rest early, let's stop making trouble, let's go to bed early."

"Okay, okay."

Zhuo Beibei has no opinion on this, and is even very satisfied:

"It's time to get on with the story."

"Come down! Take a shower before you go to bed! ”

……

One big and one small plus a snow-white flannel ball, two people and a cat washed quickly in a basin, and when they finally lay on the bed, Qin Lang was a little absent-minded in telling the story.

"Qin Lang, Qin Lang."

"What are you doing..."

"You're the same as Ximenqing, do you have a donkey-sized license?"

“……”

Damn, I told her about this paragraph, I thought that children should not be prepared to skip it...

Qin Lang did seem to have something on his mind, so he paused and didn't talk about it, but asked Zhuo Beibei a serious question again:

"Beibei, about you sleeping... Is there really no way to completely heal your injuries? ”

“……”

Zhuo Beibei's body curled up in Qin Lang's arms and shook his head silently, but Qin Lang was still unwilling:

"What did you say last time that you still have to tie the bell to the bell, my senior sister she..."

"Yes, the bell must be tied to the bell, but this seat also said it, and your senior sister is a woman."

"Won't a woman heal your wounds?"

"Huh!"

Zhuo Beibei sneered and looked at Qin Lang expressionlessly:

"Let me make it clear to you, this seat is born with a charming body, and if you want to completely heal the injury of this seat, there is only one way, and that is to let your senior sister and this seat double cultivate."

"Double...???"

Qin Lang was dumbfounded.

"What? Does your senior sister have that ability?

“……”

"That's why I said that this injury is destined to be incurable."

……

Qin Lang finally didn't say anything more, and Zhuo Beibei was also ashamed in his heart.

Why don't you say that your sister is a big slut... Hum!

left an opportunity to heal his injuries, but he could only rely on double cultivation.

……

Of course, if there is a man who cultivates the same method as the big slut, everything will be solved.

It's a pity...

That "Mu Xin Decision" is a mysterious woman's exercise, if you give it to a man to practice, even if you don't bleed to death without seven tricks, it is not bad, there is no way to cultivate at all...

It's probably fate...

(End of chapter)