Chapter 860 The little girl with different appearances
The master held the wine pot in his arms tightly with his hands, staring at Yan Yan without blinking: "You..., are you really willing to give this wine to me?"
"Yeah, free gift!"
Yan Yan responded openly, sat down in front of the desk, and took the book beside the pillow to prepare for reading at night.
The Master looked at the book spread out in front of her, then looked at the girl with a gentle look under the lamp, and the Adam's apple rolled away, and couldn't help asking again: "You... really don't let me take you to the bookmaker?"
Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and looked up at the Master: "You are talking nonsense. Let me leave while I haven't regretted it yet. I regret it later, and I may even ask for the wine back!"
When Yan Yan spoke, he was about to reach out to grab the wine pot in the old man's arms.
The old man quickly took a few steps back, held the wine pot tightly in his arms, and stared at Yan Yan: "I'm leaving! You don't regret it!"
Yan Yan had already lowered her head, and her eyes fell on the book spread out in front of her again, and waved her hand to the old man impatiently.
The old man looked deeply at Yan Yan, who was reading a book with his eyes down, held the wine pot in his arms and walked towards the door.
When I walked to the door panel, my hands were placed on the door handle, but the old man couldn't stop his movements.
After a while, the old man sighed heavily, held the wine pot and folded it back.
Yan Yan raised her head from the book and looked at the old man: "What? Don't want it anymore? Are you planning to return the wine?"
While talking, Yan Yan reached out to get the wine pot in the old man's arms again.
The old man hurriedly hid the wine pot in his sleeve, as if he was a baby.
Yan Yan smiled: "Since you haven't returned the wine, why are you here to do it? Do you want to go to my pot again?"
The old man's face turned red, and his eyes widened and subconsciously he was about to start arguing.
But when he met Yan Yan's clear black eyes, his lips moved twice, and finally he sighed heavily: "Take a pot of wine for your little girl, even if I drink it in my mouth, I'm still surprised.
I am so sorry. Since you want to go and find the scholar, I will accompany you for a while!"
Yan Yan's eyes suddenly lit up: "You always promised to take me there? That's great! Then let's go now..."
Yan Yan had already jumped out of bed and walked towards the door.
But the old man stood there without moving, his face tightly and his expression looked at her seriously.
"Before I go, I have something to say to you."
Yan Yan walked back to the old man, looked at the old man's bright eyes, swept away his usual cynicism, and nodded seriously: "You said. I listened carefully."
Her attitude made the old man feel a little relieved, and his tone was a little calmer than before. He looked at Yan Yan and asked, "Do you know the night fog and wilderness?"
Yan Yan nodded: "I know."
The old man said, "There are often dead at night."
Yan Yan nodded again: "I know this."
The old man frowned and said, "If you want to go to the bookmaker's residence, you need to go through the night fog wilderness. Do you dare to go?"
When Yan Yan met the old man's extremely serious gaze, he looked calm and nodded slightly, but his words were extremely persistent: "I dare!"
The old man stared at Yan Yan's eyes quietly.
The girl's eyes were always clear and bright. She looked into it without the glitz and jumping on the surface. Instead, she was as calm and restrained as the lotus in the early summer moon. She was soft and elegant, with a spotless perseverance, and a little decisive.
mean.
Looking into her eyes, the old man felt a little surprised.
This little girl is not very old, but she is actually determined and calm. Such a state of mind is rarely achieved by monks at her age.
The old man couldn't help but feel a little bit admired for Yan Yan.
Nodded gently: "Since the girl has already thought about it, let's go."
After saying that, the old man opened the door and walked out first.
Yan Yan glanced at the old man's straight back and quickly followed.
After leaving the room, the old man stepped down from the railing in front of the door without walking the steps, and a brown breath swelled under his feet.
The old man is a cultivator of earth spirit roots.
Yan Yan saw the old man release spiritual energy with his own eyes, and was not surprised that he was a monk at all.
How could a person who can knock the sound of cloud boards into someone’s dream be an ordinary person?
Yan Yan also released the power of space, followed the old man steadily, walked down the wooden building of the inn, and walked out of the low-high fenced courtyard wall of the inn.
Walking into the dark night without lights.
They came out of their room, went downstairs, and passed through the courtyard of the inn until they walked out of the inn, no one noticed it throughout the journey.
When he flew down the wooden building, Yan Yan saw the inn shopkeeper carrying a dim paper lantern in his hand and was returning from the backyard patrol at night.
The shopkeeper walked along the wooden corridor, and finally the light of the lantern in his hand turned around at the entrance of the stairs and stopped.
Yan Yan flew down from the top of his head at that time, but the shopkeeper seemed to have never seen her.
When they passed by the yard, even the mules and horses tied in the big straw shed next to them did not make any noise.
This feeling made Yan Yan feel inexplicably strange.
It’s like she and the Master who led the way ahead are two ghosts that people cannot see in reality.
This scene made Yan Yan feel dazed in his heart, unable to tell whether it was she dreaming or the truth at this moment.
After leaving the inn, the Master stopped talking to Yan Yan and walked forward in the silence of the night.
Yan Yan followed the teacher. She felt that the speed under her feet was not fast, but the houses on both sides were retreating rapidly. Yan Yan could not see the scenery on both sides of the road clearly.
In front of her, the Master's steps were always slow. Sometimes Yan Yan was a little behind, so his steps slowed down accordingly.
But Yan Yan realized that even though their travel speed slowed down, the houses on both sides of the street were still retreating at an extremely fast speed.
Yan Yan suddenly realized that at this moment, she seemed to be following the Master, but in fact, it was the Master who was walking with her using magic.
Therefore, regardless of whether she was behind or not, the speed of the two of them actually remained the same.
So just now, the shopkeeper couldn't see them because the Master had already started using magic at that time.
Yan Yan, who reacted, stared at the unpretentious little old man in front of him.
She didn't feel any magic being added to her, and she was actually taken out so far by this old man.
Even when she was in the realm of Transformation of God, she could not have been unaware of it when the other party casts magic on her.
Could it be that this old man's cultivation is still above A Gui...
Just in the silence of Yan Yan's stammering, the thin figure walking in front suddenly stopped.
The old man turned his back to Yan Yan, and his voice was low: "In the night fog wilderness, this place is full of demonic energy. I will take you with you and will easily attract the attention of the fog demon. When you get here, you need to walk by yourself."
Yan Yan then realized that the fog around had become very rich at some point, and she was standing in front of the dense forest that He Ji led them to find someone that night, which was completely covered by the fog.