Don't you want to get news of Qiu Bodeng from them?

Then come!

The dandy can't do anything else, and the skill of stirring shit sticks to stab Louzi is one of the best in the Twelve Continents.

The next morning, Lu Jing and monk Budu still had a half-counter. They packed themselves up and dressed so brightly that they were seen off by Zuo Yuesheng and Lou Jiang, for fear that everyone would not hear or see. , drove a flying boat around Candle South a few times, and shouted: "We are going to find the young master Chou! Hurry up and come to some guards! We fell in the boat halfway, you don't want to know where the young master Chou is. !"

Shout three times, stalking those who are secretly stalking, people turn their backs.

If it was someone else, who would draw attention so blatantly, anyone who saw it would sneer and say, "Whoever is fooled is stupid." However, it is Yaogu Lu Shiyi who did this, the Buddhist sect who made three crossings and three crossings, and the second-generation ancestor who was famous on the list of Twelve Continents! Over the years, there are only a few friends who have been recognized by Taiyi Qiu Shizu—in other words, apart from Taiyizong people, there are only a few of them who are likely to keep in touch with Qiu Bodeng.

And they were really able to swagger to find Taiyi Qiu Shizu.

Peerless dude! Peerless shit stick!

So the three of Lu Jing drove a flying boat, accompanied by a free thug escort, and flew kites like a kite, and hurried to the southern border.

Lu Jing unfolded the map of Yongzhou and carefully distinguished, "We have to go to the west next. The blockade here is relatively dense, so we need to spread it out."

When the monk Budu heard the words, he nodded.

They knew in their hearts that they would be questioned and followed, indicating that the people who were intercepting now had not been able to find the Qiu Bo Lantern Master Wu Luo. Even if those people knew that they were trying to confuse Wu Luo, the hated lantern master, they would not dare to gamble. So wherever they appear, whether they believe it or not, the blockade will be adjusted and moved accordingly. In addition to the swaying on the bright side, they will also deliberately create some illusions of "after paralyzing everyone, they suddenly disappear to find Qiu Bodeng to meet".

False and true, true and false.

The movement they made was big enough that Qiu Bodeng and Shi Wuluo knew where the blockade was tight and had to detour.

"There seems to be a group of spirit beasts to be tracked over there... Well, Shi Wuluo is the head of the ten sorcerers in the southern border, and it's unlikely that he wants to use spirit beasts to track them." Yuesheng listened to the secret letter from God, and suddenly, his expression changed slightly, "Not good!"

"What's wrong?"

Lu Jing and Monk Budu looked at him at the same time.

"...We Guigu invited Yunmeng Turtle Gua," Banshui broke into a cold sweat, "When Kong Sang killed Shi Wu Luo in Sishui, it was the Yunmeng Gu Gu who asked him to figure out the approximate location of Shi Wu Luo. "

……………………

The sun gradually rose, and the black mist around the lake drifted away.

Many cities in the west of Yongzhou have not yet entered the Miasma Moon, and are still at the tail of the foggy moon. In the foggy moon, the black miasma in the countryside is not as thick and thick as the miasma fog outside Licheng and Licheng, and it will be blown away when the wind is stronger. Occasionally, there are clear days. Skylight pierced through the fog, slanting strands of light on the payload that obscured the water.

The fireflies at night have already hidden in the dark, and the waterfowl with gorgeous feathers parked on the lotus and sang softly.

In the shadow under the lotus leaf someone whispered:

"It's noisy."

Then someone whispered "No".

The stretched wings of the water bird were frozen in midair, the fine lines of the water no longer fluctuated, and the swaying arc of the lotus leaf stopped... It was as quiet as the night.

"I'll just complain..." Qiu Bodeng touched the person who was leaning on his elbow, and even the low air pressure that he was awakened by inexplicably dissipated a lot, "What are you doing?"

"It bothered you."

Shi Wuluo didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his practice of muting the whole lotus pond. Qiu Bodeng hid in his arms, covered tightly by his black cloak, only showing half of his face. Although he was awakened, his eyes were still open, and his long eyelashes covered his clear skin.

"It's not your law to act for the tiger." Qiu Bodeng said, "Let them sing and continue to sing."

The kingfisher combed its feathers again, the water continued to gurgling, and the layers of lotus leaves rustled softly again.

After a meeting.

Qiu Bodeng suddenly opened his eyes to look at Shi Wu Luo, and when he opened his eyes, he fell into a pair of quiet silver-gray eyes, as quiet as a lake on a distant mountain in the ancient times. Imprinted into such eyes, it is like the snow in the high sky. After a long erratic rotation, it finally fell to the surface of a lake that exists forever.

"What do I do if I don't sleep?"

Shi Wuluo didn't speak, just twisted a little yellow pollen from his hair for him.

"Are you afraid that I won't disappear?" Qiu Bodeng asked lazily.

Shi Wuluo responded in a low voice.

"I'm afraid it's a dream."

he added.

"..."

Qiu Bo Deng stared at his eyes for a while, and found that he really thought so and worried, and the words that he wanted to laugh at him suddenly disappeared.

"Dream of your head,"

Qiu Bodeng leaned over and kissed him.

"Is it still a dream?"

Breathing is scattered, and the breeze is almost tinged with warmth. Qiu Bodeng bit the teacher Wu Luo's lips hard, leaving a deep mark, then pushed him away, thinking of getting up and dressing. Shi Wuluo took his shoulder and pulled the man back into his arms.

Qiu Bodeng was not angry: "It's early in the morning, don't mess around."

Shi Wu Luo touched his cheek with his fingers and called him softly, "Jiaojiao."

Qiu Bodeng didn't want to ignore him.

"Jiaojiao."

Shi Wu Luo called him again.

"Um."

Qiu Bodeng responded lazily, but in the end he didn't regret it, he responded.

"Jiaojiao," the slightly cold fingertips stopped at the corner of his eyes, Shi Wuluo stared at the person close at hand, and couldn't help but add two words in a low voice, "My."