The strange laugh just now overlapped with Mr. Yumei's laughter, and it sounded like the echo of Mr. Yumei's laughter.
Yan Yan thought the person coming should be an old man, but he only saw clearly when the other party got closer.
The person who came was actually a boy with a wide shirt and a blouse.
The boy had a slight smile on his face, and even a simple, plain and wide shirt could not cover up the buckling and concise Taoist bones under the robe.
The young man was eight feet tall, and although he was thin, his skeleton was quite crisp and full. His wide robe was naturally windy when he walked on his body, and the thick white mist was swirling under his feet by his wide robe.
What attracts the most Yanyan is the boy's eyes.
The boy's eyes were bright and quiet, as quiet as abyss.
Yan Yan felt that even if it was bloody, his eyes were still calm and conquering.
The boy swung his spacious sleeves to the front of Yan Yan and Mr. Yumei. They were different from their speeches. They sat on the open space opposite them, picked up the only grilled fish on the grill and started gnawing.
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Yan Yan raised his eyebrows: "Do you think you are short of anything?"
The boy looked up at Yan Yan: "What are you missing? I don't think I lack anything. The fish meat is soft, the bone spurs are straightforward, and the heat is just right."
Yan Yanxiao: "It's just a little politeness."
The boy put most of the grilled fish back on the grill and asked with a smile: "You fish in my house, and you don't invite me as the host's guest, but instead accuse me of being rude to eat the fish you grilled, which is outrageous!"
As soon as he said this, Yan Yan's face immediately changed.
She glanced at Mr. Yumei on the opposite side.
Seeing that Mr. Yumei didn't say anything, he quickly turned over and stood up, brushed away the dust on his body, and saluted the young man respectfully: "Yan has not planned to honor the island master, but has not seen the true appearance of the mountains. I hope the island master will forgive me."
The young man is Wen Qiong, the island owner of Tianbei Island and Shen Yuyun's master.
On Tianbei Island, the only person who calls the sect "my family" is Wen Qiong.
Wen Qiong waved his hand gently, turned to Mr. Yumei and asked, "Your disciple?"
Yumei shook her head gently: "I don't have such a good opportunity."
After saying that, Mr. Yumei reached out to pick up another grilled fish on the grill, and returned the one that Wen Qiong had put back halfway before.
He tore off a piece of milky white and tender fish meat and put it in his mouth. Mr. Yumei chewed it and smiled: "I have some connections with you."
Wen Qiong was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at Yan Yan carefully.
Then he shook his head gently: "This child's temperament is not like that of my disciples from Tianbei Island."
After saying that, Wen Qiong frowned his beautiful long eyebrows again.
Yan Yan looked at the "teenager" who was looking at him seriously in front of her and couldn't bring him in.
Wen Qiong is hundreds of years old, so why does he have to stay at such a young age? It's too inconsistent.
After eating up the whole grilled fish, wipe the thin oil from the corners of his mouth with his wide sleeves, Wen Qiong smiled:
"It must be Xiao Liu's return, so there will definitely be no mistake this time!"
After saying that, Wen Qiong looked around, wondering: "Hey? Since he has returned to the sect, why are you different from you to see me? This child has been out for a few years and is no longer as fond of sticking to me as before..."
Yan Yan was about to speak, and Mr. Yumei smiled: "Forget it if you fool Miss Yan, I'm still here, you'll be fine."
Yan Yan closed her mouth silently.
Things become monsters, and people become spirits, which is what Wen Qiong is talking about.
Yan Yan didn't want to say anything, and turned around and continued to catch her fish.
She was not qualified to speak in front of these old monsters, and she would be fooled by the old men as soon as she opened her mouth.
After finishing the fish, Mr. Yumei cleaned up the baked sticks for the two and cleaned up the smiles on his face:
"Others are in seclusion and do not know anything outside. But if you stay in Yunmeng Daze, you are different from others."
"Today I will bring Miss Yan here to ask you for a word."
Wen Qiong lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Yan Yan, who was fishing with his back to the two, was as nervous as if he was beating a drum.
She knew that this was the most critical time. Whether she could win Rong Mochou was all in Wen Qiong's thoughts.
After a moment of silence, Wen Qiong said softly: "I want to see A Yun."
Yan Yan's hand holding the fishing rod was slightly rested.
Mr. Yumei responded happily: "But, tomorrow evening, I will bring Ayun to you."
After saying that, Mr. Yumei immediately got up and was about to go back along the way he came.
Yan Yan quickly threw the two fish that had just caught at his feet into the lake, and got up and wanted to go back with Mr. Yumei.
Mr. Yumei said, "Miss Yan, please stay here. It is rare for you to come to Yunmengze for a while. Let's take a walk here and take a look. It will be good for you."
After saying that, Mr. Yumei took out a few large paper bags from his summer cloth pocket and stuffed them into Yan Yan's arms, leaving without looking back.
Yan Yan held a few big paper bags and looked at the old man's back strode with a complicated expression.
How do you feel like you have been sold by someone?
These two people have not seen each other for hundreds of years, right? Mr. Yumei can trust Wen Qiong so much?
But Mr. Yumei's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the large and small lakes that were indistinguishable from the direction and the boundless white mist.
Yan Yan held a paper bag full of arms and looked back at Wen Qiong who was still sitting next to the fire.
Then she saw fish bones all over the ground.
There was no one left on the grill.
When she looked over, Wen Qiong was still biting the spine of the fish that had eaten up all the meat in her mouth. She was still talking nonsense, and she made a low "bar squeak" sound in her mouth.
Yan Yan silently determined Wen Qiong's sex in his heart: Foodie, the appraisal has been completed!
Hey?
Suddenly a ray of Qingming flashed across Yan Yan's spiritual platform, and he quickly looked down at the few large paper bags left by Mr. Yumei.
Then Yan Yan smiled proudly.
Hehe, it's true that he's scheming and conceivable.
Yan Yan, who had a suspicious look on his face, swept away the sad expression he had just been thrown away, held the big paper bag full of his arms, and sat down again in front of Wen Qiong with a bright look.
Seeing Yan Yan return, Wen Qiong took out the fish bones in his mouth, glanced at the pile of fish bones in front of him, and smiled embarrassedly:
"I just focused on things, but I didn't notice it for a while, and I actually ate them all."
Wen Qiong stood up with a repentance on his face: "How about I catch some more fish for you and you'll bake it again."
After saying that, without waiting for Yan Yan to speak, Wen Qiongqu pointed to the lake and shot a Qiling into the lake. After about two or three minutes, a white light slowly emerged from the water.
Then Yan Yan was stunned.
In the white light, there were a lot of fish, shrimps, crabs, and clam shells...
A large pile of scattered to the shore, and a small hill with whispered tails appeared in front of the two of them...
Wen Qiong took those bright eyes and looked at Yan Yan with a smile: "Is this enough to compensate the girl and those fish? I'll catch some for the girl."
Yan Yan was angry and laughed.
It turns out that I am not your apprentice, so I feel so tired that I don’t feel sorry for you.
But Yan Yan was not really annoyed. He glanced at Mr. Yumei's big paper bags he kept, and smiled so hard that he couldn't see him: "Okay, I'll bake it for you one by one, please wait.