Le Yun carried her luggage and walked into the forest, walking very far. Even after walking a few hundred meters, she could clearly hear Handsome Yan calling her a "naughty kid", and she silently put Handsome Yan's name on her teeth. I chewed a few times, ignored him, made sure there was no one around, readjusted my backpack, threw a lot of things into the space, only carried a small amount of food and a tent, took out a hatchet, put on gloves, and picked herbs as I walked.
On the return trip, Young Master Yan went back to the city center and went to Sanweixuan in the Food Alley for lunch. Ah Fu, the facial scanner machine, ran to report to the young master again. Young Master Xuan walked leisurely to the lobby. Mr. Yan sat down next to him, with an expression on his face, "Master Yan, does the little beauty have something I want you to convey to me?"
"No. Little Lolita went to the mountains of Hengshan to pick tea leaves. I'm here to just eat. That's all." Yan Xing didn't even move his eyebrows, his face remained calm.
"Oh, the little beauty has gone to pick new tea. Is she going to entertain guests at the stone appreciation tea party? Well, I am going to have a good meal. Mr. Yan, you are not here to spread the word. You can do whatever you want. "Young Master Xuan raised his eyebrows and ran back to the kitchen calmly.
It was common for Mr. Xuan to come and leave as soon as he said so. Colonel Yan calmly drank boiled water and waited for the food.
Mr. I was a little puzzled as to why the young master wanted to check someone’s background for no apparent reason today
“There is something wrong with what Yan said about the little beauty’s whereabouts just now. Someone must have secretly taken action against the immortal doctor’s disciples. , Mr. Yan suspects that it is the work of the Guwu family or some sect, and he came here to reveal his secrets. Please pay attention to whether there are any new actions from the special family or sect. If there is any change, send a letter to the gentlemen in Hidden Valley to know if necessary."
"Understood." Xuanyi understood. It turned out that it was Young Master Yan who had secretly conveyed the news. He responded and immediately went to the secret guard to convey the Young Master's order to the spies of the Xuanyuan family.
As soon as Xuan spread the word, Mr. Xuan went into the kitchen and started practicing his favorite cooking skills.
As a personal guard, Xuanyi should not be away from the young master for too long. He went out for a walk and then returned to the back kitchen to accompany the young master to tinker with dark dishes in the kitchen.
After having lunch at Sanweixuan, Mr. Yan left calmly. He drove his car on the road for three hours and then returned to Qingdao University to continue being a good student.
That night, Mr. Liu returned to the dormitory and saw Mr. Yan who had been kicked back. He was in a good mood. He was not as happy as everyone. He was lonely in school alone. So much company.
Le Yun wandered east and west among the mountains alone, walking slowly in the general direction of Xiaowutai. The specific route was tortuous, avoiding all the mountains. Crop areas also avoid scenic areas and go to remote areas.
Wandering until dark, she found a place to camp. She sighed depressedly. She found no tracking in the past half day, no one was following her, and there was no drone tracking.
Although no one followed her on the first day, it does not necessarily mean that there will be no one in the future. She did not worry about it for the time being and slipped back to the space to take care of the crops., harvesting medicinal herbs, fruits and vegetables, it was still early before going to bed, peeled hundreds of lily and garlic cloves, washed a few buckets and put them on the lawn rack to drain, then went out to meditate in the tent, and went to sleep.
Throughout the night, she remained in a light sleep state, and even the slightest movement could not escape her hearing detection.
The next day is also March 31, Friday.
On the last day of March in the new lunar calendar, students and office workers have finished a busy day. Students do not have a holiday after school, and office workers do not have a holiday after get off work, because Tomb-Sweeping Day is a Tuesday and it is a holiday on that day. Switching next Monday's April 3rd with that Saturday's April 1st also connects Tomb-Sweeping Day with the two-day holiday on the weekend, giving a total of three days' holiday, making it easier for people to pay homage to their ancestors and visit their tombs.
Lexiao students have passed the last day of March in the new calendar smoothly. When the first day of April comes, it is closer to Qingming, so we need to speed up our travels.
In the middle of the morning, Le Yun, who was walking in the jungle, smelled the smell in the air, silently quickened her pace, walked and stopped, stopped and walked, and smelled the air everywhere she went. , by noon, we climbed over a mountain and entered the territory of Hbei Province, officially entering the territory of Xiaowutai.
In the evening, I found a suitable place, pitched the tent calmly, gathered firewood, made a fire, cooked a pot of porridge, ate enough, got into the tent on time, meditated, and rested.
On April 1st, office workers finished their day of classes, students finished their day of classes, and were temporarily liberated. Students from universities in the capital who were close to home also went home.
The beautiful boy and his friends also went home together, together with Yan Shao and Liu Shao. Halfway through the group, they dispersed one after another, each going back to his own home, each looking for his mother.
Lefu’s workshop also had a three-day holiday. Boss Wu went back to his home in Capital City to pay homage to his deceased elders, and everyone in the workshop also went home for the Tomb Sweeping Day holiday.
On April 2nd, Sunday, many people in urban and rural areas visited the graves of their deceased elders. After all, some people returned to their hometowns from more fortunate places to pay homage to their ancestors. If you have to wait for the Tomb Sweeping Day to visit the graves, It's too late, or if it rains on Qingming Festival, I might not be able to go to the mountain. I usually go to visit the tomb when the weather is fine.
Le Xiaoxiao ran for another day in the mountains. He set up camp at sunset and wrapped the rabbits he caught during the day in mud into clay eggs. He rewarded himself by making clay-roasted rabbits and climbed in after dark. Tent rest.
The night temperature in the mountains is low. Even in April of the New Year, the snow peak on the highest peak of Xiaowutai is still covered with snow, as if winter has not yet passed. The temperature at night is only a few degrees, which is very cold. .
On a cold spring night, the mountains are silent, empty and profound.
The blue tent set up in the meadow on the edge of the valley and jungle between the mountains and mountains blends into the night, and it is almost impossible to tell whether it is a clump of grass or a tent.
After midnight, even the rats have eaten their fill and return to their nests to sleep in their cages. Mist rises in the mountains, making the sky and earth hazy, and the grass and trees are slowly moistened by the mist.
When everything is quiet, a light fragrance floats above the tent, elegant and fragrant.
The charming fragrance floats away, so that the square garden of the tent is enveloped in the fragrant fragrance, just like the flowers in bloom in spring, and the fragrance of the flowers is astonishing.
The fragrance was intoxicating, the insects dormant under the grass made no sound, and the surroundings became increasingly quiet.
The fragrance lingers and lasts for a long time.
About an hour after the fragrance first appeared, a person walked out of the meadow above the wind. The night was so dark that I couldn’t see the person’s appearance. I just felt that the person was as light as the wind blowing on a weak willow. silent.
The man walked on the grass using Qinggong. He stopped about a hundred meters away from the tent, and then stopped again at about fifty meters away. When he arrived at about ten meters away, he looked hazy. In the mist, someone raised his hand, and dozens of cold lights "whispered" pierced the air, turning into a shower of stars and covering the tent.
The rays of light that filled the sky were like breaking through bamboos, breaking through the tents and piercing into the objects. Some of them collided in the air, causing weak sparks.
The sparks were like blue stars. Although they were weak, they were extremely dazzling in the night.
The cold light that filled the sky penetrated the tent, pierced into objects one after another, or flew into the air and flew into the opposite tent, some stuck on the tent cloth, and some passed through the cloth. Falling in the grass.
When the cold light penetrated the tent, there seemed to be a faint human hum, and finally it was deathly empty.
The person who scattered a piece of dark stars looked at the cold light from a distance and made no sound. He scattered a dozen dark stars again, and dozens of cold lights shot towards the tent quickly, and the people also flew away quickly. When Leng Xingzi pierced the tent, people came closer, and there was a "crack" sound in the dark night, and a cold metallic light exploded.
The cold metallic light swung down and fell from the top of the tent. The tent broke open with a "snap", and the metallic light fell and struck something.
The man holding the knife instantly stepped back seven or eight meters away. The sparks flickered in the darkness, and then a small flashlight with strong light was turned on.
In the light of the flashlight, the appearance of a person is vaguely visible. It is a man in modern black mountaineering clothing. He is about fifty years old. His hair is combed back, revealing a wide face with high cheekbones and facial features. The three-dimensional effect is strong, and the overall appearance of the face is unremarkable.
He was carrying an ordinary backpack, wearing hiking boots, and in his hand was a long sharpened mountain knife. The cold light flashed. After retreating, he stepped into the grass and held up a flashlight to shine on the tent. direction, but the tent was torn open and still didn't fall down, it was just half-collapsed. The wind blew, and the rags swayed and made a crackling sound.
The man holding the machete tiptoed and raised it again. The flashlight swayed like a shadow on a dance floor. He walked half a meter away from the tent and the machete swept past him again.
Bang, bang, the big knife swung by, first cutting down the tent pole, and then the steel pole was abruptly broken, and then the tent was lifted up with great force and flipped to one side. Something is shaking at the bottom.
The man with the knife slashed twice and chopped the tent to pieces. He was shocked to find that there was only a clothed straw man in the tent. It was a target made of fresh grass and trees. The straw man was wearing a gray suit. He was wearing a sweatshirt and had dozens of three-edged dart knives stuck on his body.
Tent removalThere is nothing more than a straw man.
The man holding the knife saw that there was no one in the tent. He swung the knife again and threw the tent away. There was a piece of grass under the tent, which could not hide anyone. He swept it back and exited for several seconds. ruler, put away the flashlight at the same time, gripped the long knife tightly, and made a defensive posture to face a strong enemy.
He was on guard all over, listening in all directions to guard against sneak attacks.
There were no night rats or birds chirping in the darkness, not even the sound of insects. It was so quiet that it made people feel nervous, and the air-conditioning hit their faces, as cold as ice.
The man holding the knife maintained a posture as if facing a powerful enemy. As time passed, his expression became more serious.
After about a quarter of an hour, there was a sound of wind in the darkness. The man holding the knife moved his eyes and hands. When his eyes moved, he moved his body, and the long knife was like a rainbow, slashing in the direction of the slight movement of the wind.
As soon as he swung the long knife, a splash of cold water was thrown at him, covering his head and face. The water appeared so inexplicably that the man holding the knife was splashed and his eyes were stained. The water was like being soaked in a pool of lime. The burning pain made it difficult to open the eyes, and even the mouth was burning.
In the cold night, there was a voice as crisp as an oriole's voice: "You little bastard, you stayed up late at night, spreading incense, throwing dark stars, and slashing and killing with a knife. You Several meanings"