After experiencing the last incident,

The eldest princess seemed to have grown up overnight and no longer quarrels about returning to Qingdu.

She didn't even speak.

I occasionally was at night, when it was late at night, the eldest princess was holding the thick bag. I don’t know if she had a nightmare, but suddenly woke up, curled up in a corner, and sobbed in a low voice.

In a blink of an eye, three days have passed.

Including Zen Master Kuye, a group of four people went north first and then headed east.

When they were closest to Qingdu, they were only three thousand miles away.

The northward, the more dense the cities become.

Looking down from the air, there are high city walls, rows of houses, noisy markets, a scene of singing and dancing bringing peace and people living and working in peace.

During these three days, because they were worried that thieves would be hunting down, the three of them would not dare to settle in the city easily even at night.

In other words, Yi Lin secretly went to the city to catch some dry food and let several people fill their hunger so that they could not starve to death in the wild.

Whenever I arrived at a city, Yi Lin would habitually stroll around brothels and check the latest news.

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

But what Yi Lin didn't understand was that every shopkeeper in Wanxianglou, those beautiful women with charm, seemed to have heard of his name. When he heard the word "Lin Yi", his face turned red and his ears turned shy, and his look of wanting to refuse but still waiting, made Yi Lin puzzled.

Among them, in one of the big cities, a shopkeeper named "Mei Niang" almost mistakenly called Yi Lin "Jiu Ge", which made Yi Lin confused.

Brother Jiu? What is Brother Jiu?

After a little inquiry, Yi Lin did not collect any news about Jian Nanchun and Chao Rushuang.

Yes, not surprising.

Two masters of Tianjianmen, who would have discovered them if they did not settle in a crowded place?

It's been three days, can you really die?

Yi Lin muttered secretly.

But it is also possible that the two groups of people staggered the path in the middle, and it might be possible that they didn’t touch each other. After all, Yi Lin and Zen Master Kuye were careful along the way, leaving no traces left.

Yi Lin even deliberately left some specious traces in the opposite direction of some forks, misleading the forces chasing the eldest princess.

On the third night.

Yi Lin chose a barren mountain outside the city and found a hidden place to stay.

There are rocks piled up around and shrubs are grown on the rocks, just like a naturally formed camping pit. Even if a bonfire is lit in a hidden place, the fire will be difficult to spread outside.

As a soul cooking master, Yi Lin took the initiative to take charge of dinner, picked some pure natural wild vegetables everywhere, and then put on a big pot bought from the city and cooked wild vegetable soup.

If Zen Master Kuye did not eat meat, Yi Lin would have to add some wild game in any case... It's a pity that this pot of food.

The eldest princess was originally indifferent to wild vegetable soup and curled up in a corner of the rocks.

But when Yi Lin smiled and patted the lid of the pot, a ray of light flashed and a fresh fragrance overflowed, the eldest princess was stunned and hurriedly crawled over with her bag and hands and feet.

Yi Lin served a full bowl for everyone.

Zen Master Kuye took a sip and felt like he was shocked, and he burst into tears in an instant.

When Wang Xiaohu and the eldest princess saw the reaction of Zen Master Kuye, they thought the soup was so unpalatable that the old monk cried. But Wang Xiaohu was so hungry that he had finished eating the dry food. He smelled the fragrance of the soup, which was not as toxic as it seemed, so he tilted his teeth and looked up and drank it.

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

Yi Lin shook her head and sighed, not very satisfied with the dishes: "Due to the limitations of the ingredients, I can only make this."

Zen Master Kuye drank faster.

He even had an absurd idea.

Should I dig this young man into the kitchen of Dali Temple as a vegetarian chef?

"It smells so good!~"

Several people exclaimed in unison.

A large pot of wild vegetable soup was divided up by several people. This is not the first time Yi Lin has conquered the enemy with soul dishes. The taciturn princess along the way finally gave Yi Lin a good look. She saw the eldest princess move timidly, and her expression is like a kitten that relaxed her vigilance slightly, and she looked up and said to Yi Lin: "Hello, my name is Xia Xiaoman."

Xia Xiaoman?

Yi Lin had never asked about the title of the eldest princess along the way, and in fact he was not interested. But when Xia Xiaoman introduced himself, Yi Lin thought for a moment and asked back: "Real name?"

Xia Xiaoman hugged the wrap in his arms a little tightly, making him laugh and cry. Why doesn’t this look like his real name?

"I am the eldest princess of Daqing, the current emperor's elder sister, Xia Xiaoman, whose courtesy name is Mingzhu, and his nickname is Princess Zhenping! I will not change my name when I am in the process, nor will I change my surname when I am in the process!"

Princess Zhenping...

It's so peaceful.

Yi Lin hurriedly supervised Xia Xiaoman's chest, then nodded vigorously, for fear that Xia Xiaoman would not believe her and believed her: "Well, I believe it, as it is the name of her."

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

But after thinking about it carefully, I always felt that Yi Lin's words were a bit incorrect.

But she couldn't say anything wrong.

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

It’s just a chance meeting, so why bother with each other?

Yi Lin is concerned about Tianjianmen and is not interested in the eldest princess.

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

Taking advantage of the warmth of the bonfire, Xia Xiaoman found a safe corner by himself and curled up and fell asleep.

Wang Xiaohu lay directly beside the campfire, with his big font facing the sky and snored.

Yi Lin sat by the bonfire, adding firewood to the fire from time to time.

"Du, dumb, dumb, dumb."

After Zen Master Kuye had his fill, he wrapped his fingers with Buddhist beads on his neck and gently tapped the wooden fish, like a lullaby, making him drowsy.

Yi Lin, who was adding dry firewood 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 hitting, seemed to have some soothing power, which made Yi Lin involuntarily feel calm and difficult to stir up.

Yilin asked, "What are you doing?"

Zen Master Kuye closed his eyes gently, stopped reciting scriptures, and replied: "I am eliminating the murder for the donor."

"Ha," Yi Lin smiled: "There are everywhere in the world. What can you do if you can eliminate me alone?"

"The Buddha said that the world is an endless sea of ​​suffering. All living beings experience thousands of sufferings in the boat, and you and I will cross together. I am weak in my power, and if I can cut one person, I will be enough."

"Forget it." Yi Lin was helpless and felt that he was indeed not from the same channel as Zen Master Kuye, so he did not intend to delve into this topic. Yi Lin walked to Zen Master Kuye and sat cross-legged. He bent his fingers and a soundproof barrier fell around the two of them. In an instant, everything was quiet, and the sound of insects and birds was silent.

At this point, Zen Master Kuye finally opened his eyes and looked at Yi Lin with a little deep thought: "My unclear eyesight, what the donor Lin does not use is like the Taoist secret technique."

"It's hard to get to the lobby if you don't mention it." Yi Lin rarely said modestly: "What's wrong with your eyes? I see your ability, it doesn't seem to be hurt by those people."

The old monk lowered his head and sighed: "My disciple is confused and believes in slander, thinking that if he takes the eldest princess, he will get high officials and wealth, and be rich."

Yi Lin understood that she was stabbed by her own people.

"Then it seems you've misunderstood." Yi Lin smiled.

"Amitabha, this is not true for donor Lin," Zen Master Kuye shook his head: "I have long seen that Wuxin's mind is not right. I am just trying to save him from good deeds, but in the end he still has no connection with the Buddha."

Yi Lin nodded, unable to understand the old monk's idea, but seemed to be able to understand... To put it bluntly, he was stubborn.

He pointed to Wang Xiaohu who was sleeping soundly on the ground.
Chapter completed!