"This brother is slow!"

As soon as the words fell, a bald man came out of the wooden house, dressed in a sable cotton coat and with a large string of brown Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

After seeing this person, the sword-wielding man who was still angry just now instantly became a lot more well-behaved.

"You, are you the head of Tan?"

"That's right, it's Tan Minglang down here!" Although the bald man was smiling when he spoke, it was difficult to hide his arrogant look.

"Master Tan has something to say, please speak!"

Tan Minglang tightened the cotton clothes on his body and said: "It will be dark in another hour, and my brother is undoubtedly killing himself when he goes up the mountain at this moment." ”

At this time, a man stood at the back of the crowd and said dissatisfiedly: "Hmph, I really don't have a backache when I stand and talk! You are naturally not afraid of having a wooden house for heating, but what about us? Do you want to freeze to death in this ice and snow?"

"Haha......" Tan Minglang laughed on his back.

"This brother is not right, I believe that everyone is here for the same thing, since we can meet here, it is also a kind of fate. So be it...... I'd like to enjoy this cabin with all the brothers on site!!"

"Is Master Tan serious?"

Tan Minglang didn't speak, but directly made a gesture of please.

The sword-wielding man was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his already frozen cheeks and walked in.

Shen Linfeng made a rough calculation, and more than ten men entered the wooden house, and seven or eight did not listen to Tan Minglang's persuasion and continued to walk in the direction of Jade Girl Peak. As for the rest, they are still hiding in that "sheltered" corner and shivering.

Jin Mengyao put her two hands in the cuffs of her cotton clothes, and she stood tremblingly beside Shen Linfeng and Zhao Ting.

"I said, two big brothers, can we stop discussing other people's affairs? If you delay any longer, I'm afraid we won't even be able to occupy the mountain col that shelters from the wind. ”

Jin Mengyao's eyes rolled and said, "Why don't I go and discuss with that big bald head, and let us also stay in that wooden house for the night." ”

"Poof!" Zhao Ting almost spewed out saliva.

"You're going to go by yourself, I'd rather sleep in the col!"

"What's the matter? Are you afraid that the big bald head will eat you?"

Zhao Ting put away his smile and said with a straight face: "I heard that this Tan Minglang is notoriously sinister and cunning, you must know that after we climb the Jade Maiden Peak, we will all become each other's opponents." But now he is politely courteous, I think it is a weasel to the chicken New Year's greetings, must not have any good intentions. ”

Immediately after, Zhao Ting showed a wicked smile.

"What do you think they will do to deal with you in the face of a girl like you?"

Jin Mengyao rolled her eyes, and then smiled at Zhao Ting.

"Do you believe that your aunt and grandmother burned your sloppy beard?"

When Zhao Ting heard this, he immediately covered his chin with his hand and kept silent.

It was getting dark, but the cold wind showed no sign of abating. The tents of the Munmar people have also been set up, and although they look simple, they are also a good choice for temporary protection from the wind and snow.

Shen Linfeng sighed, he looked around and was about to find a place to live.

"Brother Shen, do we have to wait until tomorrow to climb the mountain?"

Shen Linfeng smiled at Xia Ziyan and said, "We are different from these people. I still vaguely remember the way up the mountain, and the reason why I stayed here was to keep them from discovering our tracks. ”

"Then why are we going to leave again?"

"I'll leave tonight!"

At the same time as the two were talking, a strong man from Mengma walked in the direction of Shen Linfeng with an expressionless face, this person was strong and tall. He wears a cotton hat of yellow fleece on top of his head, and an unknown emerald green feather hangs from the back of the cotton hat.

"This young man, our patriarch wants to meet you!"

"Patriarch?" Shen Linfeng looked puzzled.

Xia Ziyan grabbed his arm from behind and shook her head gently.

This Mengma man may have seen Xia Ziyan's concerns, and opened his mouth to say: "Don't worry! Our patriarch just wants to ask this young man a few simple questions, and there is no malice!"

"In that case, then why didn't he come out to meet and put on a stinky shelf!" Jin Mengyao said with a dissatisfied face.

Mengma Dahan was not angry or smiling, and his face was expressionless, but his eyes never left Shen Linfeng.

"Forget it, I'll go with you!"

"I'll accompany you!" Zhao Ting hurriedly said.

"No, I can handle it alone. After speaking, Shen Linfeng followed the big man and walked forward.

walked all the way to the front, and Shen Linfeng found out. It turned out that the tents set up by these Mengma people were not ordinary felt cloth, but looked like the fur of some kind of animal on the surface. The hairs on the surface are pale yellow and about a finger long. The evening breeze blows, and the fluff continues to rise and fall with the wind, which looks very smooth and translucent.

There were about a dozen tents like this on the snow, and Dahan led Shen Linfeng forward from the middle aisle, and when he reached the tent in the middle, he stopped.

"It's ......"

Shen Linfeng stood still, waiting for his next move.

Mengma Dahan put his hand on his left chest, then bent his waist slightly, and said through the thick curtain: "Patriarch Qiyu, the person has been brought." ”

It didn't take long for a response from inside the tent.

"Let him in!"

The big man respectfully agreed, and then made a gesture of invitation to the side of his body.

Shen Linfeng nodded at the big man, and then walked inside.

The inside of the tent was almost like two worlds from the outside, with a thick layer of wood on the floor, a brazier burning in the middle, and two small wooden round benches on either side of the brazier, on which two men sat each. One of them was dressed in a very strange fashion, with a plush coat on top and one of his arms exposed. The lower half of his body is only a pair of shorts that just below the knee. However, looking at the expression on his face, he didn't seem to feel cold at all.

The other man was very burly, even a few points stronger than Zhao Ting. He didn't have a single hair on the top of his head, but a long, thick braid at the back of his head.

And in front of Shen Linfeng sat an old man with slightly white hair, this person had a straight nose and a wide mouth, and his face was majestic. Presumably he was the patriarch of the Monmars.

The people in the tent were silent, their eyes were staring at a big man by the door, only to see that the big man was bending over and pouting his ass and didn't know what was being tinkering on the ground!

But there was one person who was an exception, he was not attracted by the big man with his ass, but kept his eyes on the fox tail on the hilt of Qingshuang's sword.

This man was the shirtless man.

For some reason, Shen Linfeng vaguely felt that this person was very familiar, whether it was his appearance or his dress, he seemed to have seen it somewhere.

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