Qingping

Roger could tell that this group of mercenaries were veterans. Even in such a tense environment, they could carry out their respective duties in an orderly manner. Except for Lake who passed out on the stretcher, another archer walked in In the end, he was responsible for removing everyone's footprints and smells to prevent any dangerous things from following behind.

The camp of the phantom wolf mercenary group is on the edge of a mountain.The silver-white snow and the bushes in the surrounding coniferous forest hide this smoky camp very well, because after the heavy snow, there are no tall trees around, which completely avoids being covered by falling snow. Dangerous.

Moreover, the low-lying terrain of this mountain depression has effectively played a certain role in preventing wind, and the two high slopes next to it are very defensive. If there is an accident, as long as the gap in the middle can be effectively guarded, the safety of the camp can be guaranteed. .

When a group of people walked into the camp, everyone looked to this side.

Roger has seen quite a few mercenary regiments in his travels, but this phantom wolf looks like a mob compared to them.Unlike other mercenary regiments that have their own banners and unified equipment, they each wear their own clothing, such as leather armor, iron armor, cloth armor, bows and arrows, long hair, spears, and double knives and maces. Rod and hammer... I guess this guy used to be a blacksmith...

In their eyes, Roger and Qingping are also very strange.

The one carrying the giant sword should be an epee swordsman, and he looks like an old hand in his leather jacket, leather pants, warm hat, and luggage.But... what is that kid next to him with such a ridiculous hat? ? ?No equipment (take back the silver moon) wearing a strange robe (Xianyi) or black hair?What race? ?

"Haha~ What are these two brats? Where did Lake find it? Hey kid, hurry home, your mother will be worried!"

A tall and thick man stood up, pointed at Qingping and yelled loudly, making everyone laugh out loud.

Although Qingping didn't understand, he also understood that it was definitely not a good idea.Roger on the side pulled Qingping behind his back, although he knew that Qingping couldn't understand but he still didn't want Qingping to hear those words.

Lake was woken up by the drugs after arriving at the camp. The group leader was an uncle with a big beard, but his muscles exploded all over his body, and he also had a big beard braided into twists.Hmm...it looks like a blast.

"what--"

With a corrosive sound, Captain Twist poured a bottle of glistening water in his hand on the corroded wound on Lake's shoulder, immediately setting off bursts of white smoke.Coupled with the fact that there are several mercenaries around him holding down Lake tightly to prevent him from struggling, no matter how you look at it, it makes people get goosebumps.

Qing Ping frowned and sat by the campfire, listening to Lake's screams.It's very annoying in my heart, it's too noisy, can't I be quiet?

Roger watched Qingping frowned and looked at Lake, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, Lake will be fine. Don't worry."

Qingping looked at Roger: "Don't worry."

Roger started one of the things that must be done every day - teaching Qingping language.

"Haha, this black-haired little brother is of a different race, why can't he understand human language?" Another loud cry made the mercenaries laugh again.

"Okay, shut up! This is our honored guest, they saved Lake's life! Tell me what to do!" The leader of the Mahua burst into a fit of anger, and everyone fell silent. Come on, the head of this twist is quite capable of leadership.

Roger understands that in this life-for-money livelihood, everyone will be quite unfriendly to newcomers, while treating his old partners with an unusual heart and giving them his back.That is a life-threatening friendship, no matter what kind of danger, they will accompany you to fight!

So Roger made an okay smile to Qingping and waved his hand.

For some reason, Qingping remembered a sentence from his master: everything in the world has its own way of life, you have yours, and others have theirs. You can't force others, and others may not be able to force you.

Although he didn't know what these people did, he knew that the people wandering in this inexplicable forest tied their heads to their waistbands and used their lives to make money.

Therefore, for the rejection of these people, he simply felt that it didn't matter.

In the evening, Roger and Qingping found a very corner place.Roger still found some firewood around, and Qingping still moved his fingers casually to light the firewood with his own spiritual thoughts, and he couldn't help hearing a sound of breathing around him.

Soon, Lake and the leader with a twisted beard, who had come on a stretcher, appeared in front of them each holding a blanket.

"I am very grateful for your rescue." Lake handed the blanket to Roger, and saluted the two people respectively with his right hand on his chest.This is the most common way of saluting in the Hill continent, and it also expresses respect and friendliness.And Roger slapped his hands on the leather armor on his chest in a handsome manner. This is a standard warrior salute.Qing Ping was much more ordinary. Although he didn't know what Lake was talking about, he also nodded in response to the other party.

The leader of the Mahua sat down, looked at Qingping, smiled and said: "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet, I am the leader of the phantom wolf mercenary group, and my name is Severnte."

"I'm Roger, he's my partner, and his name is Qingping." Roger smiled.

Sevante picked up a relatively long stick on the ground and poked it at the campfire. He looked at Qingping.This unique little brother of a different race made him quite fond of him. In a place like the dense forest, having one more strong man is an extra guarantee of life.

But Qingping didn't think so at all. When he couldn't understand the other party's words at all, he eagerly wanted to return to the person he was familiar with, and the feeling of familiar place was like a swollen sponge.Without waiting for any reaction from others, he stood up and walked quickly towards the exit of the camp.

"Qing Ping!"

Luo Jie chased up and stopped in front of Qingping. He looked at this indifferent man.With black hair, sharp-edged face, quiet eyes and lightly pursed lips, you can't always see his expression, what he's thinking, and his emotions.

"Where are you going?"

Qingping looked at Roger, and said quietly: "Leave."

Roger was shocked by his words, grabbed his sleeve and said: "Why are you leaving? Isn't it good now?" Qingping's movements made Roger seem to be hurt, he gently Pushing away Roger's hand grabbing his sleeve, he continued to walk forward indifferently, leaving a cold sentence: "Go home."

Roger seemed to want to say something, but Qingping just looked back at him, and he completely dispelled this idea.Qingping's glasses are cold, like obsidian frozen for thousands of years, without the slightest emotion.Luo Jie thought that he and Qingping were life and death partners, but he didn't expect that in Qingping's eyes, he was at most a passerby.

Meeting by chance and leaving in a hurry.

Qingping's mind itself is very cold, even his senior brothers spent many years to get close to this little junior brother who is always taciturn.But Xiuxian himself is particular about calmness of mind, and Qingping's character undoubtedly made him sit down to this point. Apart from the nurturing grace to his master and the brotherhood of his brothers and sisters, he has almost no other feelings.In so many years of experience in cultivating immortals, he has also encountered evildoers of the evil way, and he has never been soft-handed.

Having said that, since Roger has found someone who can guarantee his safety in the secret forest, it seems that he has no need to stay here anymore.

Since we meet by chance, there is always a banquet in the world.

Qingping's spiritual consciousness is already very wide, and he found the exit of the secret forest without any effort.But looking at the endless grasslands and sparse bushes, in Qingping's consciousness, it is not just a large plain, but encompasses mountains, rivers and seas.It was so far away that he could no longer see clearly, what a magnificent and vast land!

Only, there is no clue of his master.

Everything here is so strange, Qingping knows that time is not forgiving, except for the immortal cultivators, everyone else has not been able to escape the drift of time in just a few years.But the master and his elders have profound Taoism, and the brothers are also much higher than myself, and I can cultivate to such a level, let alone them?

So if this is the case, let's start looking for them in this magnificent primitive land!

Qingping looked at the blue sky, looked at the sun and the moon and hung in the sky, a vast land, the wind blowing, the rustling grass mixed with the fragrance of the land.

Qingping looked at the front, the slight smoke rising there made people know that this was a small town.There are bursts of aroma from the small town, mixed with the aroma of plants and meat.Not far from this town, there is a road, through which to go west is a vast sea.There is another city, busy and noisy.

Qingping took a fancy to that town.

People come and go, but you can always feel the slight salty sea breeze, smell the delicious food and watch the passers-by.Perhaps that is the most circulated place, where he can find news about the person he wants to find.