The strategy of chasing masters

Mu Yaoling slowly picked up a noodle and brought it to his mouth. Although there were dried shrimps and seaweed in the soup, it was not as good as Gu Wanyan's!

Feeling lost and entangled for a while, he looked up again at the man in black in front of him.

"Why, fascinated by my figure?"

Mu Yaoling was not prepared for such a sentence from the other party, he thought he must be crazy to think of this person and Gu Wanyan together!This blunt style of speaking is a bit like me, and I can't beat Gu Wanyan with eight poles!

"After eating the noodles, come and meditate with me!"

The man in black put down a word, tapped Mu Yaoling's head five times, and went out with his hands behind his back.

After eating the noodles, Mu Yaoling packed up the bowls and chopsticks, went out and walked fifty steps east, and saw a bamboo forest, the man in black was meditating on a stone, but he still didn't take off his bamboo hat.

"Sit across!"

Mu Yaoling sat opposite the man in black as he said, and couldn't see the expression under the black veil, so he had to meditate obediently.

The bamboo forest blocks the scorching sun, and only selects a little soft light to sprinkle on the ground, forming a colorful scene. The breeze blows, and two or three bamboo leaves fall.

After half an hour in the blink of an eye, Mu Yaoling finally couldn't stand it anymore. He could be silent for such a long time, and he couldn't help it. He pursed his lips and asked: "Dare to ask who is the hero, what is his name? ?”

The black-clothed man replied in a blunt tone: "From Yuzhou, the surname is Wang Shan and one name! I can't disclose my age!"

"Haha, Wang Ye? A bamboo leaf?" Mu Yaoling felt that the name was not taken seriously.

"Pages of pages!"

Mu Yaoling widened his eyes and asked, "Wang Ye, what is the allusion to this name?"

"There is no allusion! You are not serious about meditating!" Wang Ye said with a hint of anger in his tone.

But Mu Yaoling didn't care about it: "It's okay, I have no spiritual power, and it's useless to meditate, I can't feel anything!"

"But your golden core is still there!" Wang Ye said lightly.

"Is the golden core still there? That's really lucky!" Mu Yaoling looked joyful.

"I can't feel the pill I formed?" Wang Ye asked curiously.

"It feels empty, I thought it was gone!" Mu Yaoling answered honestly with folded arms.

"Meditate well, you can't be playful anymore, you have to practice again!" Wang Ye's tone was very serious.

"Practice? Why did you practice? Ascension? I never thought about it!" Mu Yaoling looked indifferent.

Wang Ye said angrily: "Why don't you practice? Even if you don't ascend, you can still do something for the common people, at least you don't have to kill to wrap yourself up!"

"Hey...I said Wang Daxia, what does the common people have to do with me? What can I do for them alone? Besides, they don't need me to do anything, they have their own destiny!" Mu Yaoling said as he picked up a bamboo leaf and placed it in the Hands to play.

"What did you call me?" Wang Ye was still angry, but when he heard the other party yelling, he became even more angry, and the wooden sword in his hand was already clenched.

Mu Yaoling was not afraid, anyway, he couldn't see clearly the true face under the black veil, whether the other party rolled his eyes or looked disgusted, anyway, what he doesn't see is what he sees!

He was still playing with the bamboo leaves and said, "Aren't I calling it wrong? You worry about it all day, aren't you just a king shrimp? Seeing that you are dressed in black, you take out two big pliers to demonstrate at every turn. It's not a shrimp!"

"you……!"

"What am I, do you want to drive me away now? Tell you, it's too late! Since you brought me here, you have to be responsible to the end!" Mu Yaoling really lived up to his title of "Devil King".

Wang Ye had no choice but to let go of his grip on the wooden sword, and said coldly, "Okay! Don't worry, I will be responsible to the end!"

"It seems that you got the name Wang Xia right! You really look like Big Lobster! Haha!" Mu Yaoling laughed.

"Do you want a big lobster?"

"What?" Mu Yaoling didn't expect the other party to say such a sentence, and his pupils dilated in shock.

"If you finish meditating seriously, I'll take you to catch lobsters and grill them for supper at night!"

From now until now, Mu Yaoling has never refused to eat food. When he came to this world, he had never eaten a high-protein food like shrimp. When he heard it by chance today, he was very excited and nodded repeatedly: "Okay!"

An hour later, Wang Ye got up and said, "Go, catch shrimp!"

"Okay!" Mu Yaoling stood up suddenly, and raised his hand to grab Wang Ye's right shoulder.

Wang Ye instinctively moved away, drew out his wooden sword and struck at Mu Yaoling. After only receiving three moves, Mu Yaoling shouted out of breath, "No more fights, no more fights!"

"It's only three tricks!" Wang Ye exclaimed in shock.

"Brother Shrimp, I am a person with exhausted spiritual energy, how can I withstand such a powerful spiritual current like yours!" Mu Yaoling waved his hands.

"I didn't use spiritual power to fight!" Wang Ye said coldly.

"But...maybe I'm a little hungry!" Mu Yaoling said, clutching his stomach deliberately.

Without saying a word, Wang Ye turned around and left, followed by Mu Yaoling. After walking for about two miles, he came to a small river.

Wang Ye took out a dagger from his cuff, found a small tree and cut it into long, short and thin wooden sticks, threw one to Mu Yaoling, and took the other by himself.

Mu Yaoling took the wooden stick, looked at it carefully, and asked, "This is the key to catching lobsters?"

"of course not!"

After Wang Ye finished answering, he took out a roll of green fishing line and sat on the bank to weave the net. The movements were skillful and unique, and the lines formed a fine shrimp net in a short while.

As a modern person, Mu Yaoling felt ashamed and gave a thumbs up and boasted: "Excellent!"

Wang Ye threw the remaining fishing line to Mu Yaoling and said, "Come here!"

"I won't!" Mu Yaoling threw the fishing line over again.

Wang Ye had no choice but to weave another shrimp net and hand it to Mu Yaoling, and told him to tie the shrimp net to a wooden stick for easy removal.

After the two threw the net into the river at the same time, Mu Yaoling suddenly thought of something, stood up and asked, "Did we forget to put the bait in!"

The two had no choice but to pull the shrimp net back again, and then a new problem appeared, what to use as bait?

Mu Yaoling spread his hands and looked at Wang Ye, expressing that he didn't know what to put in it.

Wang Ye grabbed the grass and put it into the shrimp net. Mu Yaoling laughed and said, "You must be in a hurry to go to the doctor. I heard that lobsters are carnivores!"

"Jiang Taigong goes fishing, haven't you heard of it?"

"But you are not Jiang Ziya after all!" Mu Yaoling retorted.

Wang Ye ignored the cynics and just threw the shrimp net into the river.

Half an hour later, Wang Ye ordered Mu Yaoling to take out the shrimp net, and sure enough, many "volunteers" came to die!

Mu Yaoling is not good at catching shrimps, but he is good at making braised prawns. When he returns to the old house, he rolls up his sleeves and starts working!

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Wang Ye became the best assistant, carrying water and brushing for a while, looking for a needle to thread a thread, and what's more, he had to peel off the hardest shell on the shrimp head!

While the two of them were tinkling in the kitchen and cooking a stick of incense, the fragrant braised prawns finally came out of the pot. Mu Yaoling couldn't wait to pick one up and sent it to the king's page, excitedly saying: "Try it!"

Wang Ye backed away with some resistance, Mu Yaoling made a grimace, and began to eat with relish, making an extremely exaggerated appearance of eating, as if the world's delicious food is nothing more than this.

Some people finally couldn't bear it any longer, sat across from Mu Yaoling, slowly picked up a red oily shrimp, looked at it for a long time, and began to eat!

Mu Yaoling looked at the person facing him expectantly, thinking that he would hear compliments one after another, but he didn't expect the other person to throw a shrimp directly on his head, and said angrily, "Is this so spicy that you can eat it?"

"Hey! No wonder you are still alone now. With your temper, who can live with you for two days!"

It's not tasty, and there's no need to throw it directly at someone's head!Mu Yao's spiritual energy didn't hit anywhere, he slammed the door and ran away without looking back.

He ran all the way to the east, it turns out that without Gu Wanyan, anyone can disrespect him!He suddenly wanted to go back to the Immortal Palace. In the past, as long as people saw the jade ring around his waist, they would consciously respect him three points. Now that he doesn't have these, a mere hidden hero dares to throw shrimps on his head !

All along the way, his mind was full of the situation of himself and Gu Wanyan being together. If the master knew that someone bullied him like this, would he seek justice for him?

Before he knew it, he came to the river where shrimps were caught in the evening. The willows swayed in the wind, just like Gu Wanyan's heroic posture when he was practicing sword, with his white clothes fluttering, astonished like a heavenly man!

Suddenly, I miss the original product again. If he is still there, will it be a different ending?

What happened to Su Yu, where did the sword-casting materials go, who did Luo Chenbi belong to, how did Gu Wanyan go in seclusion, did he wake up...

A series of questions came to mind, lingering, should he solve these puzzles, or hide them?

At first, when he encountered problems, there would always be original goods to help him out. Later, when he encountered difficult problems, he would ask Gu Wanyan, or else he would go to Su Yu. Now that they are not around, who should he turn to for these concerns? explain……

Mu Yaoling blew the cool breeze for a while, picked off a few slender willow leaves, tied them into knots, made tassels and hung them on the willow branches. He decided that every time he thought of Gu Wanyan, he would make tassels Hang it on the willow twigs for counting the days.

Where is Wang Ye, he can't go back, the appearance of slamming the door just now even he can't imagine, he has never met, but he is willing to take him in, calm down and think about it, Mu Yaoling himself is also at fault.

He didn't ask the other party's taste, so he made stewed prawns without permission. Maybe in their era, lobsters had to be steamed. Presumably Wang Ye was angry, so he didn't come to find him to go back for the night!

Thinking of this, Mu Yaoling sighed, took off a willow leaf, played the rhythm, played a part, and sang a part, mellow and soft, full of emotion, ordinary people listen to it pleasantly, and those in love can hear his lovesickness meaning.

After singing a song, there was lonely applause behind him. Mu Yaoling turned his head and saw that it was Wang Ye. He was still wearing a black gauze hat, and he was reluctant to take it off at night.

"You're here!" Mu Yaoling pretended nothing happened, and asked lightly, as if the two had made an appointment to meet here.

And Wang Ye is also a person with a high emotional intelligence, he nodded slightly and said: "The song is beautiful and the lyrics are wonderful, I don't know who wrote it?"

"I did it on a whim, the hero laughed!" Mu Yaoling said modestly.

Wang Ye found an open space to sit down, and said softly, "I wonder if Brother Mu can do me a favor and sing again?"

"I don't dare to show you face, but I also want to thank the hero for giving up his life to accompany the gentleman!" After Mu Yaoling finished speaking, he began to play the prelude.

The bright moon is in the sky, Chang Geng is the only companion in the long dark night, the breeze on the river bank lifts up the willows, the witty singing makes waves in the water, and the melodious libretto echoes in the night sky.