I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

After experiencing that last time,

The eldest princess seemed to have grown up overnight, and no longer clamored to return to Qingdu.

She didn't even speak.

Even in the middle of the night, in the dead of night, the eldest princess woke up suddenly, curled up in a corner, and sobbed in a low voice while holding the thick suitcase.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

Including Zen Master Dry Leaf, a group of four people went north first, then turned east.

When they were the closest to Qingdu, there was only a mere three thousand miles away.

The more you go north, the denser the city.

Looking down from the air, the tall city walls, row upon row of houses, noisy markets, a scene of singing and dancing, and people living and working in peace.

For the past three days, because they were worried that thieves would chase them down, the three of them did not dare to settle in the city easily even at night.

That is, Yi Lin secretly went to the city to collect some dry food, so that a few people could fill their hunger, so as not to starve to death in the wild.

Whenever he visited a city, Yi Lin used to visit the brothel to check the latest news.

With the agarwood order, it is indeed easy to do things.

What Yi Lin doesn’t understand is that every shopkeeper in Wanxianglou, those beautiful women who still have the charm, seem to have heard of his name. When they hear the word "Lin Yi", they blush with shame. Yi Lin was puzzled by the appearance of wanting to refuse.

Among them, in one of the big cities, a shopkeeper named "Mei Niang" quickly mistaken Yi Lin for the "Ninth Brother", making Yi Lin confused.

Brother Nine? What is it?

After some inquiries, Yi Lin did not collect news about Jian Nanchun and Chao Rushuang.

Yeah, not surprising.

Two Heavenly Sword Sect masters, if they don't settle down in a crowded place, who can find them?

It's been three days, isn't it really dead?

Yi Lin muttered secretly.

But it's also possible that the two groups of people staggered the path halfway, and maybe they didn't touch each other. After all, Yi Lin and Zen Master Dry Leaf were careful along the way without leaving too many traces.

Yi Lin even deliberately left some specious marks in the opposite direction of some fork roads, misleading the forces that chased and killed the princess.

On the third day of the night.

Yi Lin chose a barren mountain outside the city and found a hiding place.

There are piles of rocks around, and shrubs are overgrown on the rocks. It is like a natural camping pit. Even if a campfire is lit in a hidden place, it is difficult for the fire to spread outside.

As a master of soul cooking, Yi Lin took the initiative to take charge of the dinner, picking some pure natural wild vegetables everywhere, and then set up a large pot bought from the city to cook wild vegetable soup.

If Zen Master Dry Leaf didn't eat meaty fish, Yi Lin would have to add some game meat in whatever he said... It's a pity that this pot of food.

The eldest princess was originally lacking in interest in wild vegetable soup, and curled up on the corner of the rock pile.

But when Yi Lin slapped the lid with a smile, a ray of light flashed, and the fresh fragrance overflowed, the princess was taken aback, and quickly crawled over with her hands and feet.

Yi Lin had a full bowl for everyone.

Zen Master Dry Leaf took a sip, and burst into tears instantly as if by an electric shock.

When Wang Xiaohu and the eldest princess saw the reaction of Zen Master Dry Leaf, they thought that the soup was so bad that it made the old monk cry. But Wang Xiaohu was really hungry, and he ate the dry food, smelling the fragrance from the soup, which did not seem to be poisonous, so he bit his scalp and lifted his head to dry.

"Too, too, too..." Wang Xiaohu was scalded and his tongue couldn't be straightened. After a long time, he finally squeezed out a vague sentence: "Brother Lin, it's so delicious!"

Yi Lin shook his head and sighed, dissatisfied with the dishes: "Limited by the material, it can only be done like this."

Zen Master Dry Leaf drank faster.

He even had an absurd idea.

Do you want to dig this young man into the back kitchen of Dali Temple as a vegetable cook?

"Too fragrant!~"

Several people admired in unison.

A large pot of wild vegetable soup was divided up by several people. It was not the first time Yi Lin had conquered the enemy with soul cooking, and the taciturn princess finally gave Yi Lin a good face. I saw the eldest princess move a few steps timidly, with an expression like a cat who has relaxed her vigilance a little, raised her head and said to Yi Lin: "Hello, my name is Xia Xiaoman."

Xia Xiaoman?

Along the way, Yi Lin didn't inquire about the name of the princess, and in fact he was not interested. But when Xia Xiaoman introduced herself, Yi Lin thought a little bit, and asked, "Real name?"

Xia Xiaoman held the package tightly in his arms, and couldn't laugh or cry. Why didn't this look like his real name?

"I am the Daqing eldest princess, the present-day elder sister of the sage, Xia Xiaoman, the name Mingzhu, and the name is Princess Zhenping! You can change your name or sit down and change your surname!"

Princess Zhenping...

Really flat.

Yi Lin hurried over Xia Xiaoman's chest, and then nodded vigorously, for fear that Xia Xiaoman would not believe that she believed her: "Well, I believe it, as the name suggests."

Xia Xiaoman was finally satisfied when he heard Yi Lin's letter.

But after careful consideration, I always feel that Yi Lin's words are a bit wrong.

But she couldn't tell what was wrong.

After the two had a simple intersection, there was no more communication.

This is the meeting, why bother with each other.

Yi Lin was concerned about the Heavenly Sword Gate, and was not interested in the princess.

After eating, it was dangerous at night, and they decided to stay overnight.

With the warmth of the bonfire, Xia Xiaoman found a safe man himself, curled up and fell asleep.

Wang Xiaohu lay directly beside the bonfire, his big font face up to the sky, and snored.

Yi Lin sits by the bonfire, adding wood to the fire from time to time.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk, tuk."

After the Zen master has eaten enough, he put his fingers around the buddha beads on his neck once and tapped the wooden fish lightly, like a lullaby, which made people drowsy.

Yi Lin, who was adding dry wood to the bonfire to light the fire, listened and felt something was wrong. He felt that the old monk’s low chanting and the rhythm of the wooden fish’s beating seemed to have some soothing power to make Yi Lin couldn't help feeling calm, and it was difficult to make waves.

Yi Lin asked, "What are you doing?"

Zen Master Withered Leaf closed his eyes lightly and stopped chanting ~www.readwn.com~ and replied: "Old Na is killing evil for the donor."

"Heh," Yi Lin smiled: "Slaying is everywhere in the world, what can you do if you can kill me alone?"

"The Buddha said, the world is a vast sea of ​​bitterness, and all beings are in the boat for thousands of times, and you and I will travel together. The old man is weak, and he can cut one person. That's enough."

"Forget it." Yi Lin felt helpless, and felt that Zen Master Kuye was indeed not on the same channel, so he didn't plan to delve into this topic. Yi Lin walked up to Zen Master Dry Leaf and sat down cross-legged. With a flick of his finger, a sound-proof barrier fell around the two of them. For a moment, everything was quiet, and the cries of insects and birds were inaudible.

At this point, Zen Master Dry Leaf finally opened his eyes, looking at Yi Lin's eyes a little more thoughtful: "Old Na's eyes are clumsy, and what Lin Donor uses is not like a Taoist secret technique."

"Family little tricks, it's hard to go to the lobby, don't mention it." Yi Lin was rarely humble and said: "What's the matter with your eyes? I think you are capable, and it doesn't seem like you can be hurt by those people."

The old monk lowered his head and sighed slightly: "The old Na disciple is confused and listens to the slander, thinking that if the eldest princess is taken captive, he will get high officials and wealth."

Yi Lin understood that he was stabbed blind by his own.

"Then you seem to have missed it." Yi Lin smiled.

"Buddha Amitabha, this is not what Lin Shizhu said," Zen Master Kuye shook his head: "Lao Na has already seen that his mind is not right in Enlightenment. Lao Na is just trying to get him to be good, but in the end he still has nothing to do with the Buddha."

Yi Lin nodded, unable to understand the old monk's thoughts, but seemed to understand...to put it bluntly, it was awful.

He pointed at Wang Xiaohu, who was lying on the ground, asleep.

"Then, since you are collecting disciples, why is it him?"

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