Li Yun's pupils shrank, and he grabbed it: "This is what I tied around the waist of the younger sister, and the tracking talisman in the middle is gone!"

Several teenagers stared blankly in the cabin at a loss.

Suddenly, a woman interjected gruffly and asked, "Tracking talisman? What tracking talisman?"

When Li Yun turned around, he saw that Tang Wanqiu, who was like a mess, arrived on their boat at some point, and was looking at the ribbon.

What is she here for?

Li Yun was a little stunned, and greeted with a junior salute: "Tang Zhenren."

Yan Zhengming sternly glanced at the Taoist boy who had been kicked out after the first notification, crossed Li Yun in two steps, and dignifiedly handed the black pot to his own Taoist boy: "Why didn't you pass the message when the senior came? of."

Tang Wanqiu waved her hand and didn't seem to care much. She took the satin cloth strip out of Li Yun's hand, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Isn't this something from your master?"

At this juncture, how could Yan Zhengming have the patience to chat with her? But Tang Wanqiu was considered a senior, so he had to deal with it, so he had no choice but to put down the restlessness between his brows and said, "This is from our little junior sister, she is still young, we are afraid that she will get lost when we go out, so we hang it on her to prevent In caseI'm sorry, the tutor doesn't know where to go, or you should come first and have a cup of tea?"

He didn't keep his mouth shut for the latter sentence, saying it felt almost like an order to evict guests.

Fortunately, Tang Wanqiu's own mind is not delicate, like a straight female mallet, and he didn't hear his rudeness at all.

Tang Wanqiu said, "I don't think you should look for it anymore. Just with the spells you carved out, the two big devils have long been blown to pieces."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Which pot can't be opened and lifted, did this woman come here on purpose to block them?

Sometimes it makes sense to judge people by their appearance. A person who doesn't even care about his own image - especially a woman - unless he has hidden feelings, most of them are mavericks like Tang Zhenren who never look at other people's faces.

Yan Zhengming looked at Tang Wanqiu's square face with a chin wider than his forehead, full of annoyance in his heart, and figured out how to get rid of her as soon as possible. He hadn't figured out how to speak, but Tang Wanqiu seemed even more impatient than him. He didn't even say a word of courtesy or consolation. He went straight to the topic and said, "The island master of Qinglong Island has ordered me to invite you to the island, come with me."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Li Yun knew his senior brother's temperament, fearing that he would offend Tang Zhenren with his rude words, he hurriedly stepped forward and reminded in a low voice, "Senior brother."

However, to his surprise, Yan Zhengming didn't jump on the spot, nor did he get angry. He lowered his eyelids and pondered for a moment before asking, "Why did the island owner condescend to see our juniors? Is it because he knows the tutor?"

Tang Wanqiu raised his thick eyebrows, every eyebrow seemed to say, "Nonsense, otherwise?"

Yan Zhengming's heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly said: "But the teacher has just disappeared, can you ask the island owner for help..."

"Already looking, let's go."

Chapter 32

Qinglong Island is a standard overseas immortal mountain. It is quiet and secluded from the world. The people who come and go are monks. There are Eguanbo belts, and there are misty robes. Flowers are blooming all year round. From the sea, there is still a thin layer of mist on the island that often lingers, like A big peach garden floating on the water.

The owner of Qinglong Island is one of the four saints. He is in seclusion all year round. He doesn't show up very much, and he doesn't seem to be in charge, but he came out to see Yan Zhengming, and his attitude was very pleasant, as if he was facing his own junior. Xu Shi knew that he was upset, but the island owner did not drag him to talk more. After arranging for them to stay, the island owner generously stated that all the resources on Qinglong Island could be borrowed by him until he found the missing real person Mu Chun. With his two brothers and sisters whose lives and deaths are unknown.

In this regard, of course, the monks cannot openly chew their tongues like the country villagers. They chew politely and secretly.

Thinking about it, it is indeed the same. The island owner of Qinglong Island, who countless people can't curry favor with, and he is too lazy to show up in Xianshi once every ten years. How can these little cubs of unknown origin be favored by his elders?

What's more, these little brats don't say that their cultivation base is low, they only know that they are arrogant and arrogant, and they are unwilling to restrain when they arrive at Qinglong Island, which is really disgusting.

Yan Zhengming didn't know about these turbulent turbulence. He really didn't have time to care. The island master noticed the birth dates of Cheng Qian and Shuikeng, and sent countless monks to search, but there was no news for three days.

Yan Zhengming didn't know how he got here these three days.

Until the morning of the fourth day - Xiaoyue'er gently pushed open the door, carrying a set of hair brushing tools that the emperor's daughter would smack her tongue when she saw it, ready to light the incense and tell her young master to wake up. As a result, when he probed, he found that the young master was no longer in the house.

Xiaoyue'er was startled, thinking that she got up late, and was ready to suffer a face. She walked in regularly, only to find that Daotong had already tidy up the shop, and the owner of the house was nowhere to be seen.

Xiaoyue'er hurriedly asked, "Where's the young master?"

Daotong replied: "I heard that there is news about the leader and them. They got up in the middle of the night last night and left overnight."

Xiaoyue'er was stunned - apart from pampering Yan Zhengming, the prodigal son of the Yan family, her family style was actually quite upright, and she was not harsh on the servants. She was the son of the Yan family, and she was a little girl. She was almost regarded as half a child. The young lady was raised, and she was only responsible for combing the young master's hair on Fuyao Mountain on weekdays, and didn't care about anything else. Even when the two demons at sea were fighting, she stayed in the cabin without splashing any seawater. The wind outside had never been able to hit her head, and this was the first time she felt panic in the people around her.

Xiaoyueer held the sandalwood box in her arms and asked in confusion, "Then...you didn't say when to come back?"

Daotong looked back at the little girl who was not familiar with the world, and involuntarily softened his voice and said, "I didn't say it, I don't know what the situation is."

After speaking, Daotong lowered his voice and added: "I tell you, don't tell anyone elseLast night, I listened to our young master and second uncle talking, listening to the meaning, if there is something wrong, we are afraid You won't be able to go back to Fuyao Mountain for a while. If that's the case, you have to remember that there are real people on this island. No matter how good or bad they are, they are capable people who can call clouds and rain. Killing us is like killing ants. A few girls must not run around, and don't offend others casually, do you hear?"

The island owner seems to have a deep connection with the Fuyao sect. In fact, he has already thought that the missing Mu Chunzhen and the others may be haunting near Wangyou Valley, so they have sent people to wait there, but for some reason, these monks are all gone. Dare to enter the valley to search.

It took three full days to wait for Cheng Qian and the puddle.

Cheng Qian's appearance at the time was as miserable as it was miserable. Even the monks who were standing by and waiting for the rabbit did not expect that the real Mu Chun was not there.

Nakano shòu little monsters can be seen everywhere in the valley, so they can come out alive, maybe it's someone's spirit in the sky.

It's just that the boy who should be frightened in their imagination is not as good as he expected.

In the evening, Cheng Qian took a bowl of vegetable porridge that a female monk asked from a nearby villager, thanked him, took a sip first, then took the puddle aside, dug a spoonful and put it in her mouth. Shuideng really suffered for a few days with him, became a little hungry ghost, and immediately opened his mouth to eat.

Cheng Qian suddenly shrank his hand, letting her bite the air.

Puddle looked at him pitifully with a face full of tears.

Cheng Qian whispered, "Remember what I said? I'll give you something to eat if I remember."

Shuideng nodded hurriedly, and at the same time, very unscrupulously, she closed her two chubby hands, nodded and bowed her head in a pretentious manner. Only then did she get her first mouthful of food these days.

At first glance, this situation seems to be a naughty little brother bullying his sister, teasing her, and having to make a bow before giving it to eat - in fact, the part of the teaser is completely self-inflicted by the puddle rice bucket.

As soon as she met this group of strangers, Cheng Qian immediately instructed the puddle: from now on, she was not allowed to show her wings in front of anyone, otherwise she would not be given food.

The female cultivator next to her probably thought that this little girl was quite funny, and she asked as if chatting, "Why did your faction accept such a small disciple?"

Cheng Qian smiled at her without changing his face: "One time, a junior brother of mine was playful and picked it up on the way down the mountain to go to the market. The past few years may not be very good, and it must be someone in the village at the foot of the mountain who can't support it. The younger brother saw that she was very pitiful, so he picked it up - senior, you think, we have been practicing for ten or twenty years, but it is enough for her to grow up from babbling into a big girl, she is a little younger Don't get in the way, it'll be big soon."

The female cultivator couldn't help teasing him: "You haven't even finished a 'flick of your finger' yet, and you speak like an adult. If you want me to say, you should follow us back to heal your wounds first, even if your brothers are working day and night, It will take a day or two to come here on a flying ride."

Cheng Qian wiped the porridge leaking from the corner of the puddle's mouth, and replied, "I'm fine by myself, but it's not good for me to cause trouble to the seniors with my little sister. I'd better wait for the first-class brothers, now Master. No, if you want me to listen to my senior brother, I have no idea, and I dare not make an opinion alone."

Female nun: "..."

She didn't see where the little cub had no idea at all.

Perhaps because of his young age, Cheng Qian is actually not very good at talking to people. He rarely says anything on his own initiative, and he doesn't deliberately flirt with other people. Do not enter.

The wounds all over his body included violent scratches and bites, various bruises, and the strips of cloth wrapped around his arms were stuck to his hands with dried blood.

It stands to reason that when you come out of Wangyou Valley, you need to have less skin if you don't die. Besides, he is also bringing a little girl who is babbling, and he should have reached the end of his life, but this Cheng Qian acted as if nothing had happened. He was sleeping rough on the edge of Worry Valley, and he refused to go with them. He was very strict about what happened in the valley, and he couldn't say a few words no matter how he asked.