The embarrassed appearance of the roaring dog made Song Qiu pout, and the dog was arrogant in front of him, looking at the appearance of this thing in front of Erlang God and the red panda, it was just one word to describe - cowardice. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Come back with me, if Erlang Zhenjun comes out of the detention center and finds out that you ran away without permission, he may be angry. Song Qiu said.

When he said this, he felt very awkward and very incongruous, just like Sun Dasheng set up a stall ring and was finally confiscated by the city management.

"It's hard to chase after a horse, Master Dog, am I like the kind of dog who doesn't keep his word and easily repents?" replied the Howling Dog very proudly.

Song Qiu ignored it, lowered his head and stroked the red panda's head, and said, "Fat eat, come with me?" I'll take you to eat fragrant and drink spicy food." ”

The red panda was playing with the ball in his hand, and when he heard this, he raised his head, raised the ball in his hand, imitated Song Qiu's words, and shouted happily: "Fat eat fat eat." ”

Even if he didn't understand it, Song Qiu understood that this must mean yes.

Song Qiu looked at the Howling Sky Dog with a smile and didn't squeak.

The Roaring Sky Dog hung his head and said in Song Qiu's mind: "Count you ruthless, Master Dog, I will go with you, and I don't know what she likes about you." ”

Song Qiu smiled proudly: "Of course it's because I'm handsome." ”

The Howling Sky Dog raised his head and glanced at him with disdain, and said in a loud voice: "Come on, just like you, you're about to catch up with Jintang's buns." ”

"What do you mean?" Song Qiu looked confused.

"The dog ignores it. The Howling Dog tilted his head to the side and said with disgust.

Footsteps rang out.

The fake Taoist monk of the tiger transformation came over.

Seeing Song Qiu holding the red panda, the fake Daozhen monk was taken aback, and asked in a lost voice, "This, what's going on?"

The Roaring Sky Dog barked at the false Dao True Monk a few times, and the False Dao True Monk was stunned and said, "What? You want to go back with this cunning immortal cultivator?"

The Roaring Heavenly Dog barked a few more times, and then the false Dao True Monk said in a daze: "Okay, okay, you guys go, I'll stay here to practice, and when I have cultivated the Great Dao, I'll go back to you." ”

Song Qiu remembered the conversation between the couple under the mountain, and hurriedly said, "This old ...... Brother Tiger, can you not reveal your true identity in front of mortals, it will make them restless. ”

Hearing this, the fake monk sneered: "Chickens and dogs are restless, I don't eat you humans, it's already considered an extrajudicial favor, you don't have to take an inch." ”

Song Qiu persuaded: "Sooner or later, you will attract people from the world, maybe there will be immortal cultivators, and it will be difficult to do it then." ”

The false Taoist monk said disdainfully: "It's good to let them come, and I'm worried that I won't have a chance to avenge my revenge back then." ”

Fat Eat twisted in Song Qiu's arms for a long time, and finally adjusted his body to the side of the false Dao True Monk, grinned at the Fake Dao True Monk, and shouted a few times.

The false Dao true monk said helplessly: "Okay, okay, since you have spoken, then I promise this kid that I will not go down the mountain to disturb humans in the future, even if they come up the mountain, I will try to hide, so it's okay!"

Fat nodded in satisfaction.

Because he was going to take the red panda down the mountain, Song Qiu had to think of a way to take the red panda away without disturbing the others.

He thought of the peasant family at the bottom of the hill, so he ran down the hill as fast as he could, knocked on the farmer's door, and asked the couple for a sack.

The elderly couple didn't plan to accept Song Qiu's money, but Song Qiu forced them to give fifty, and they argued for a long time, but they couldn't dispute Song Qiu, so they could only reluctantly accept it, seeing that Song Qiu was going up the mountain, they kindly reminded Song Qiu to be careful of the tigers on the mountain, and it would be best if they could not go up the mountain.

Running back to the mountain, Song Qiu carefully carried the red panda into the burlap bag.

Fat Eat sat in the sack, looked up at Song Qiu curiously, and then looked at the sky and the bamboo forests around, as if looking out from the mouth of the sack sack, there was a different kind of beautiful perspective.

Song Qiu bent down, nodded the red panda's black nose with a smile, and said, "Fat eat, bear with it, it may be a little boring, don't call inside, be careful and wait for someone to find out." ”

Fat nodded sensibly, posed in a large figure, and lay at the bottom of the burlap pocket in enjoyment, motionless.

Song Qiu closed the zipper of the burlap pocket, leaving a small slit for the red panda to breathe.

He carried the sack and walked down the hill with the Howling Dog.

Walking on the mountain road, Song Qiu asked the roaring dog, "What's the matter with the tiger, is it the tiger cub that Monk Daozhen rescued?"

The languid voice of the Howling Dog sounded: "That's right, it's the one." After he escaped from the acrobatic troupe, perhaps because he absorbed a little bit of the little monk's immortal energy, it quickly cultivated into a goblin. As a result, an immortal cultivator accidentally discovered it, and planned to catch it back, peel it and cramp the alchemy, and narrowly escaped it. Since then, it has always held a grudge against humans and immortal cultivators other than Daozhen monks. In order to remember the kindness of the Daozhen monk, the tiger made the appearance of his humanoid incarnation into the Daozhen monk. ”

Song Qiu muttered, "Fortunately, Monk Daozhen doesn't sell instant noodles. ”

Walking on the mountain road down the mountain, Song Qiu looked sideways into the distance.

It is said that bypassing these mountains in front of you, not far away is the world-famous Qingcheng Mountain. I don't know why, among the green mountains and green trees, and the mountains and mountains, Song Qiu always feels a little cold and cold.

Maybe it's just an illusion, Song Qiu thought about pulling the zipper of his clothes to the top of his neck.

......

......

Song Qiu is going down the mountain, but someone is going up the mountain.

In the mountain behind Qingcheng, which is separated from Song Qiu's several mountains, the black-robed man Song Qiu once saw in Jiangcheng is climbing the mountain.

Unlike the ordinary small stone roads in the mountains, the black-robed man only had slightly wet weeds, randomly grown shrubs, and thorns crawling with thorns, which was very difficult to walk.

Because he walked a road without a road.

Mr. Lu Xun once said: "There is no road in the world, and when there are more people, it becomes a road." ”

The reverse is true: where there are no roads, no one has walked - at least, very few have walked them.

In the primeval forest, which is blocked by towering giant trees, the man in the black robe is at ease, as if he is walking in his back garden.

He had never walked this road before, but he had already firmly remembered the route he was going to take in his mind.

The man in the black robe is confident that even if he has amnesia and forgets his wife and children, he will never forget this route.

This route has been secretly passed down for thousands of years in the northern mountains, and no one has ever really walked it until today.

The black-robed man's eyes were resolute, faintly revealing some expectation.

The thousand-year-old expectation of Beibi Mountain is about to be realized.

How could he not be anticipating and excited?

Qingcheng, Allure.