There is no hope of turning stones into gold and hiding beautiful women in the golden house.

Although Chen Tang was disappointed, he did not dare to take risks with his life.

As time passes by bit by bit, the ink blue clouds are dyed with a light red and orange halo until the night is over.

When a naughty beam of sunshine kisses on the eyelid, Qi Shan wakes up from his sleep.

He looked at the Sun and rubbed his right eye sleepyly while muttering softly.

"How can I be the one who is Mao Zheng?"

Chen Tang said: "It's getting late."

Qi Shan looked at him and saw Chen Xiaolangjun sitting in a campfire and roasting things.

"You didn't sleep all night last night?"

The thick prison uniform was wet with dew, and it was wilted against the skin, without the wrinkles pressed out of sleep.

Chen Tang didn't raise his head: "I didn't sleep. There were too many things yesterday that I couldn't sleep at all. Does Mr. Qi want to taste my skills?"

As he said that, he handed the tree branch in his hand to pray for good.

Only then did Qi Shan see clearly what was roasting in Chen Tang's hands.

Three cakes skewed by tree branches,

The cake is about the size of an adult's palm, and it is roasted until both sides are browned, silently exuding a scorching aroma of food.

Where do you get the cake in the wilderness?

You know without guessing.

He wasn't very polite to Chen Tang: "Thank you."

Qishan is a person who is particular about food. He has a "preparation activity" before eating. He wet the veil with the water in the water bag, wipes away the remaining sleepiness on his face, then takes out the tooth wood from the bag, sprinkle some mint green powder, and wipes his teeth and rinses his mouth with the remaining water from the water bag.

After cleaning, I picked up the baked pancakes.

"Hmm? Why is it sweet?"

Although it is not very sweet and is covered by burnt crispy, you can still taste it after careful taste.

Chen Tang revealed the secret: "The cauldron is as sweet as she can, and you can't find it."

After hearing this, Qi Shan's expression immediately became hard to describe, and even the cake in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

He said helplessly: "…'The cauldron is like a candy' comes from the song of righteousness, and also belongs to the spirit of morale that is encouraging, and has extremely high requirements for literary heart..."

Is it true that I can’t get along with these words?

No matter what the effect is, it is eaten in Shen Xiaolangjun's hands?

How can I look at the "cauld and pot" in the future?

"No matter what kind of Yan Ling it is, in my opinion, only the useful Yan Ling can fill my stomach." Chen Tang blew the hot cake and tasted it carefully. As the fragrance of food spreads in his mouth, he suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction with happiness. "The malt sugar on the cake was not just obtained by 'the cauldron is sweet'. I found that this Yan Ling had consumed a lot of money and abandoned it..."

Pray for goodness: "…"

Coupled with her, she also harmed other spirits for a piece of malt sugar?

"Then which sentence did you choose?"

Chen Tang calmly stretched out his right hand: "Zhou Yuan's roe, the viscera is as sweet as candy."

A piece of malt sugar the size of a thumb appeared.

Qi Shan frowned suddenly: "This sentence is spiritual..."

Chen Tang threw malt sugar into his mouth and chewed it, squinted his eyes while chewing it: "What's wrong with this word spirit?"

“No one has ever used it.”

Chen Tang: "…ha?"

"The words we use now all come from those seals, or from the thief star. The words recorded on it are as vast as smoke, and there are countless ordinary people. From the appearance of the thief star to the present for more than two hundred years, more and more words have been used by capable people and strangers, but compared with the words that cannot be used, they are still the tip of the iceberg. This sentence "Zhou Yuan's rooster, rooster is like yaki" was just copied by chance..."

He wrote it down when he thought it was interesting.

Chen Tang: "..."

Qi Shan asked her: "How effective is this sentence of spiritual power?"

Just a piece of malt sugar?

Chen Tang asked replies without answering: "Didn't Mr. Qi see it?"

Her eyes were too open and clear, as if a clear spring could be seen at a glance. Qi Shan couldn't tell whether she had concealed it, but she knew that she was not simple on the surface. She stopped talking, and the two ate quietly, ate all the roasted cakes into their stomachs, and then took full advantage of it and processed the bonfire.

Pack up and prepare to go on the road.

Because Chen Tang's thick prison uniform was too eye-catching, Qi Shan contributed a clean old clothes. When Chen Xiaolangjun changed his clothes, he accidentally stepped on a relatively soft piece of soil.

“Huh?”

Squat and push away the weeds and find out.

I twisted a pinch of loose and soft soil with my fingers and felt it carefully, and found that it was completely different from the barren sand that could rise from three steps away.

Not knowing what he thought of, he pulled out his sword from his waist and stabbed it into the soil with a slight sound. The sword edge was penetrated into the soil, and it was soft and easy to enter at first without any obstacles. It was six inches into the soil, and it was a little difficult to move. The sword edge was wrapped in some sticky soil.

He pulled out the long sword from the soil again.

The soil stained with the sword body responded truthfully.

Qi Shan twisted the soil on the sword's edge and murmured thoughtfully: "Zhou Yuan's pussy, the pussy is like syrup..."

The general meaning of this sentence is that the land of Zhouyuan is fertile, and even the corsage bitter herbs can be as sweet as malt sugar.

This passage of words from Xiaolang Chen...

What is the focus on "malt sugar"?

Or is it the "Zhou Yuan's poem"?

Qi Shan lowered his eyelids and wiped his sword body clean, took back his scabbard, got up as if nothing had happened, rubbed the clogs on his feet to cover up the sword marks. After a while, Chen Tang came out of the dense forest.

The adult man's clothes were too wide on the 11th and 22-year-old boy, so she had to use a long strap to put the sleeves around her wrist, change them from wide sleeves to narrow sleeves, then lift up the too long hem, level with ankles, and then wrap around her waist with a waist rope to fix the clothes.

Coupled with that pretty face with a slightly female appearance and a bit wild temperament, it has a bit of a romantic and teenager look.

Qi Shan called out: "Mr. Chen, leave, follow."

Chen Tang trotted a few steps: "Sir, come here."

As the sun rose, the scorching sun became hotter. Chen Tang wiped his sweat with his sleeve: "Mr. Qi, have you not become a high-headed and big horse here? Last night, the third-class hairpin owl was a sword, gun, sword, halberd, and a high-headed big horse, so it is so convenient to travel."

Qi Shan asked her indifferently: "My little brother Chen has the courage to do the military?"

Chen Tang shook his head: "This...no..."

"Because you don't have a bravery, you don't have a horse."

Chen Tang was sentenced to "death punishment" in a light sentence.

Chen Tang almost vomited soul smoke: "Why? Are not all literary, intellectual, military and courage equal? ​​Can't such words be shared?"

She felt that her literary heart was despised!

I looked down at my two legs like thin bamboo poles, and I was speechless. Although the wound on my feet had been treated simply and I also wore the soft-soled straw sandals that Qi Shan lent her, the road was rugged. I had to go to the nearest village and town with my legs. I don’t know what year it was...

Qi Shan Yu Guang glanced at Chen Tang's little husband who seemed to be out of his body and laughed silently.

"There is no need to share this kind of spiritual spirit."

"How come it's unnecessary?"

What is the equivalent of a tall horse in ancient times?

Equivalent to a luxury sports car!

"Generally speaking, literary scholars will have carriages and horses to accompany them when they go on a journey. Why do you need to be self-reliant with those reckless men?"

Chen Tang: "..."

After walking for a while, Qi Shan vaguely heard the little husband Chen following him murmur weakly.

"Sky-sky--"

He was about to be surprised that Chen Xiaolangjun had a superb understanding and could even be a high-level spirit who could improve the speed of the army.

Who knew that her next sentence was-

"Dayun Motorcycle!"
Chapter completed!