The spirit snake glanced at the various expressions on the faces of everyone in the room, and a smile flashed in his eyes, as if he was enjoying this feeling very much, and after a long time, he commanded everyone:

Since it was the sand bandits from Mobei who killed Lord Yang, then now you all find a place to rest and recuperate, and gather outside the town at noon tomorrow, when the time comes, we will go to the black sand beach to find the sand bandits to avenge Lord Yang!"

After a pause, he added in a louder voice: "The people who come, each person will have a hundred taels of silver, and for each person killed, add another fifty taels!"

With that, the spirit snake's cunning gaze once again swept around the room, and the smile in his eyes was even better.

Everyone in the house originally heard that they were going to fight the sand bandits tomorrow, but they were all reluctant.

But as soon as he heard that he could take a lot of silver, his eyes suddenly lit up and he was eager to try, and they all expressed their righteous indignation that they would avenge Lord Yang no matter what.

Nothing to say all night...

Early the next morning, in the guest room of the small inn, the young Ye Feng looked at the old man in yellow who was sitting opposite him and feasting, with a look of pain and admiration.

What hurts is that this stupid old man spent nearly ten taels of silver on a meal early in the morning.

What I admire is that he is just such an ordinary old man, who actually ate more than 20 dishes by himself, and he ate very cleanly, and there was no soup left!

Looking at the old man in yellow who was full of oil and smirked at himself from time to time, Ye Feng couldn't help but shake his head and praise: "I really never dreamed that there is someone in this world who can eat better than that fat monk..."

"Hey, hey... Grandson... Hey..."

The old man in yellow answered at the right time.

"Hmm!"

Ye Feng nodded, and said to himself: "Yes, compared to the amount of food you eat compared to the fat monk, he can indeed only be regarded as your grandson!"

Seeing this situation, the ingot, which had been silent in the back basket, finally couldn't help it.

The toad poked out the frog's head from the back basket and shouted at Ye Feng:

"Boss Ye, you are inevitably too partial! For a stupid old man I don't know, I spent ten taels of silver on a meal, I have been born and died with you for so long, why are you so picky of me!?"

Ye Feng and Yuan Bao had already concluded that the old man in Huang was a stupid person, so they both let down their guard against him, and the toad Yuan Bao had already spoken in front of this stupid old man when Ye Feng was sleeping last night, so when he saw Ye Feng's eccentricity at this time, he opened his mouth to complain again.

"Okay! Yuanbao! He's an old man after all!"

Ye Feng waved his hand.

Seeing that the old man in yellow had eaten almost enough, the young man got up and packed up his salute, intending to leave the inn and continue his journey.

Yuan Bao looked at the old man in yellow who was gnawing on chicken bones, and said secretly in his heart:

"Although you look older, you can't be older than me, a spirit pet who has lived for more than 200 years, right?

The old man in yellow, who was holding a chicken bone and gnawing it with relish, seemed to hear what Yuan Bao was thinking.

He suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, turned his head to look at the two big frog eyes exposed by the ingot, smiled, and said, "Hehe... grandson..."

Ingot is speechless...

After packing up his belongings, Ye Feng picked up the backpack and carried it on his back, and walked to the old man in yellow with Xuanjiao, looking at the old man with a smile and a stupid appearance, the young man couldn't help but hesitate.

"Boss, what is this old guy doing?"

The sound of the toad ingots came from the back basket.

"Ugh..."

Ye Feng sighed, looked at the old man in yellow seriously, pondered for a moment, and said helplessly:

"If he's like this, I'm afraid he can only be sent to the government... But I just killed Yang Guan last night, and the official mansion in Hill Town can't go, so let's take him to a farther place first and then send him to the official mansion..."

"Oh... Well..."

Yuan Bao replied very reluctantly.

After leaving the inn and buying some food in the town, Ye Feng took the old man in yellow out of Hilly Town and marched all the way east.

Before returning to Thousand Caves City, the young man still had one more thing to do, that is, to send the jade calligraphy and paintings of Lin Darttou to the widow of Lin Jia Village.

Linjia Village is located 300 miles east of Hilly Town, so the shortest way to walk is to go directly to the edge of the black sand beach desert.

But you don't have to go too deep into the desert, you can get out in three or four days at most.

Two days later, Ye Feng led the stupid old man in yellow into the desert together.

Looking at the stupid old man beside him who was willing to move a step for a long time, the young man's heart was miserable, and he was stupid enough to lead a fool into the desert...

Stopping to wipe the sweat for the old man and himself, Ye Feng squinted his eyes and swept the yellow sand around him.

Seeing a small post station with cooking smoke not far away, the young man's heart moved, and he led the old man in the direction of cooking smoke, thinking of taking the stupid old man to eat some fresh food in the post station, and then continue on his way.

The inn was small, about the size of a shack.

Outside the ventilated brick wall is a large cauldron with firewood burning under the pot and a lid on top.

Although I don't know what is stewed in the pot, the smell of meat wafting out can't escape Ye Feng's nose.

"Someone's coming!"

Ye Feng shouted towards the post station and led the old man in yellow to get in.

Entering the shack-like brick house, the boy was unimpressed by the dilapidated and shabby environment inside.

After all, this is a desert, and it would be nice to have a post station, so do you expect another private room?

I found a fairly sturdy table and sat down and waited for a while, the young man couldn't sit still, and secretly said that the cauldron outside this post station was still on fire, why didn't anyone come out to say hello?

Just about to shout again, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps outside, and then a pockmarked man walked in from outside.

The man held a rag in his hand, wiped his hands, and greeted Ye Feng with a smile on his face: "Come, little brother, eat something?"

"Hmm..."

Ye Feng replied and asked, "Big brother, do you have anything to eat here?"

The numb-faced man put the rag in his hand on his shoulder, nodded and said, "Yes! There is stewed elbow! It's hot! I'll go and serve you two bowls." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Ye Feng to reply, he turned around and went to the cauldron outside, lifted the lid of the pot and got busy.

Ye Feng looked at the busy figure of the man and sniffed his nose, and secretly said in his heart, "It's so bloody."

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a fresh pig's head at the man's feet, and the young man's heart was relaxed again.

After a while, looking at the two large bowls of stewed elbows on the table in front of him, the young man looked at the old man in yellow opposite with great confusion.

"What's the matter, sir, aren't you hungry?"

Ye Feng asked the old man curiously.

Just now, after the pock-faced man brought two large bowls of fragrant stewed elbows, he turned around and went back to the cauldron outside to watch the fire.

And Ye Feng, in line with the custom of putting the elders first, wanted to wait for the old man in yellow to move his chopsticks before eating.

Strange to say, this stupid old man faced the fragrant stewed elbow, but he completely lost the appearance of a starving ghost before.

Instead, he sat on the bench and turned his head back and forth to scan the walls of the inn, muttering to himself with a stupid expression:

"Hey, hey... Grandson... Hey... Sun Tzu"

Gollum~

Ye Feng looked at the stewed elbow on the table, his stomach gurgled and screamed, only to feel that the burst of meat fragrance seemed to be conscious, and he drilled into his nose vigorously.

"Hmm..."

With a deep groan, the young man picked up his chopsticks and said to the old man in yellow: "Old man, I'm hungry, if you don't want to eat, I won't wait for you..."

After saying that, the chopsticks in Ye Feng's hand stretched out towards the elbow in the bowl.

Crash~

With the sound of porcelain breaking, two large bowls of steaming stewed elbows were all knocked over to the ground by the old man in yellow.

Ye Feng looked at the two sand-stained stewed elbows on the ground, and he was furious, and couldn't help but ask the stupid old man, "Old man, what are you doing here!?"

In the back basket, the toad ingots were even more puffed up with anger, and they couldn't help cursing and muttering in their hearts: "You old fellow! Don't eat elbows and leave it for your ingots to eat! What are you doing with Huo Huo's things!?"

The old man in yellow with a stupid face didn't seem to hear Ye Feng's question, and still sat on the bench with a smile and spit out syllables:

"Hey, hey... grandson..."

The pock-faced man outside the house rushed in when he heard the sound, he glanced at the two elbows scattered on the ground, and asked Ye Feng suspiciously:

"Yo, little brother, what's going on.....? How did you get into a fight?"

Ye Feng raised his head and glanced at the numb-faced man, raised his chin at the old man in yellow opposite, suppressed his anger and explained: "This old gentleman is a little stupid, maybe he is sick..."

"Oh..."

The pock-faced man answered, squatted down and picked up two elbows, dusted off the sand with a rag, got up and smiled at Ye Feng:

"It's okay, I'll keep these two elbows with water and eat them for myself, you sit and wait, I'll go and bring two bowls of meat..."

The pock-faced man glanced at the crazy old man in yellow intentionally or unintentionally, turned around and walked out.

With the departure of the pock-faced man, Ye Feng, who was about to adjust his mood, suddenly stopped his movements and suddenly turned his head to look out of the door.

Looking at the busy figure of the man, the young man couldn't help but squint his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

At the moment when the pock-faced man turned around, the spirit talisman in Ye Feng's arms suddenly shook wildly.

Obviously, this man has just killed himself!

Ye Feng held the sword Xuanjiao next to the table in his hand, and quietly used his "bright eyes" to investigate the cultivation of the pock-faced man, but he didn't expect that the man was the same as himself, and he was actually practicing qi in the six realms!

Ye Feng looked at the old man in yellow who was still smiling stupidly on the other side, thought about it in his heart, gave up the idea of confronting the pock-faced man, and after a moment of silence, the young man got up and put the basket on his back, and pulled the old man in yellow out of the post station.