Chapter 52 Three-in-one [including thanks 240,000, 240,000...

With the joint efforts of their family and Yan Luoyue to stop them, Yan Gan and Sang Ji missed the opportunity to join in the excitement at the Bailian Conference.

Therefore, they both expressed envy towards Ling Shuanghun who was able to accompany his sister on the journey.

While they were envious, they also reminded their sister to get along well with her travel companion Ling Shuanghun on the road.

Yan Gan: "Sister, Ling is older than you and has flown more places than you, so you should trust your companion more and let him do things. Don't tire yourself out, understand?"

Yan Luoyue: “…” Why did she feel like her brother was helping her to take the blame?

Sang Ji: "Sister, if you run out of spirit stones for your flying magic weapon halfway, then you can ride on Ling Shuang Soul. Don't go through the mountains and rivers by yourself. Do you understand?"

Yan Luoyue: “…” She was sure that you two just wanted to mess with Ling Shuanghun, right?

Sang Ji and Yan Gan unanimously denied Yan Luoyue's idea.

Yan Gan shook his head and waved his hands: "No, how could that be possible? We treat him as a good brother."

Sang Ji was even more confident: "Misunderstanding, we are three brothers and who is who. Sister, call Jingxuan, the five of us will go out to play together, I want to see how capable Ling Shuanghun is!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

That’s enough! When you said the last sentence, the smell of plastic between you “three brothers” was so strong that it couldn’t be covered up!

Having said that, it was a rare holiday in the school, and in order to see Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun off, the five of them still got together smoothly and sneaked out to play happily.

Sang Ji said confidently: "We have to get to know each other first and find out who Ling Shuanghun is."

The journey to the Hundred Refinements Conference is long. What if the Crane Tribe runs out of food and sells his sister on the way?

Yan Gan also agreed to go out and play together.

He had more faith in the character of the Crane historian.

But out of some intuition, Yan Gan always felt that there seemed to be some one-sided old grudge between the two.

"At least let them have a playmate. Otherwise, it would be so boring if they didn't even talk to each other during the whole journey."

Yan Gan, Sang Ji, Shen Jingxuan, Ling Shuanghun and Yan Luoyue.

This youthful and wonderful combination, which even included a girl and a nun, attracted countless eyes along the way.

Ling Shuanghun was relatively unfamiliar with Yunning Daze, so he asked the locals for advice as soon as he left.

"Where are we going next?"

Without hesitation, Shen Jingxuan pointed to the direction where the sun was rising: "All the way north."

Ling Shuanghun was confused: "Ah?"

Yan Luoyue quickly smiled and pressed down Shen Jingxuan's finger, thinking: This is why she didn't bring the nun to the Bailian Conference.

With Shen Jingxuan's magical ability to identify people, if he got lost in an unfamiliar environment, Yan Luoyue would have to wait forever to find him.

Sang Ji rubbed his hands together, smiling mischievously: "Hehehe, we are going to a place that is very happy, exciting, and where we can make money."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Gan cooperated and kicked him.

"Shut up, my sister is here!"

After saying this, the two looked at Ling Shuanghun together, looking forward to what kind of result this pure and old-fashioned boy from the Crane Clan would come up with.

Under the two people's close gazes, Ling Shuanghun's snow-white face gradually took on a hint of light red, which contrasted with the cinnabar mark on her forehead.

He glanced at Yan Luoyue thoughtfully and lowered his voice nervously.

Yan Gan and Sang Ji pricked up their ears in anticipation, ready to await the moment of Ling Shuanghun's death.

Then, they heard Ling Shuanghun ask in a super-voiced voice: "Is it, is it the arena?"

Yan Gan: “…”

Sang Ji: “…”

You've obviously guessed it all, yet you're still blushing!

Ling Shuanghun rubbed his ears and explained seriously:

"It's not that I meant to tease Brother Sang and Brother Yan. It's just that my brother normally doesn't allow me to go to places like the arena. This is the first time I openly discuss this matter with my friends, and I feel a little shy, so I blushed."

Yan Gan felt very sympathetic when he heard this: "That's perfect, let's go together today?"

Ling Shuanghun was a little hesitant: "I respect my brother very much."

Sang Ji tilted his head and smiled provocatively: "So you don't dare to go?"

"...No, please listen to me."

Ling Shuanghun explained earnestly, "I always obey my brother's orders, because my brother usually doesn't let me go - so I always go secretly in the middle of the night."

Everyone: “…”

You can actually misinterpret the "日" in "weekdays" as the "日" in "daytime". You are a genius to be able to change the concept to this extent.

Yan Luoyue pinched her brows, feeling that the picture of Ling Shuanghun in her mind was becoming clearer and clearer.

This guy is a complete idiot.

Sang Ji folded his arms, a little interested:

"What can we do? It's broad daylight now, and the sun is shining brightly above our heads. We can't wait until dark for you."

Ling Shuanghun lowered his head, thought for a moment, and soon raised his head calmly.

"It doesn't matter. Brother only said 'You shouldn't go to that kind of place on weekdays', not 'You shouldn't go to that kind of place'. Now that we are five together, I think it is not within the scope of Brother's prohibition."

Everyone for the first time: "..."

Quietly pulling Sang Ji's sleeve, Yan Luoyue signaled Brother Ji to bend down.

She looked at Sang Ji with sympathy: "Silly, Brother Ji, you can't do anything to him. He is a professional at this."

Didn’t you see that with just a few words from Ling Shuanghun, a genuine turtle clan member was transformed into “Mr. Crow”?

If Sang Ji said a few more words to Ling Shuanghun, perhaps all species would turn into pangolins.

By then, Yan Bixin's biography will be called "Yan Bixin's Black History Collection".

Sang Ji's biography is called "What the Pangolin Said".

Sang Ji choked and murmured, "You seem different from the Crane Tribe I know..."

"How is it different?"

There was a hint of confusion in Ling Shuanghun's smile, but her temperament was still reserved and gentle.

"We, the Crane Clan, are also known as the King's Clan, and our clan motto is to be upright. Have you ever seen a Crane that is not upright?"

Sang Ji: “…”

Sang Ji only regretted that he did not react quickly enough and did not hold up a mirror on the spot.

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Sang Ji and Yan Gan had fun when they saw the big arena.

The two elder brothers ran into the arena first and booked a private room for everyone.

As for the remaining three people, as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the Silver Light Arena, Ling Shuanghun skillfully took out a beast head ring and put it on.

Yan Luoyue stretched his neck and took a look: Wow, it’s actually silver.

As far as she knew, a black iron ring required three consecutive wins, and a bronze ring required ten consecutive wins.

As for the silver ring, you have to win ten games in a row to get it.

From this, we can see that during the years when Ling Shuanghun secretly ran away in the middle of the night, he often sneaked into the arena to play.

Yan Luoyue leaned forward, and Shen Jingxuan's gaze followed closely.

Noticing that the two girls were looking at her hands, Ling Shuanghun took a step back obediently.

Even though they were half a meter apart, he turned his eyes away in a very polite and old-fashioned manner, took off the ring and held it in his palm for them to see.

Ling Shuanghun explained: "It's not that I'm greedy for decoration, it's just that when I wear this ring, I can get a 20% discount on my expenses in the arena."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Good, this one is too true.

She said that she not only had a black iron ring. Among the relics of her father Wu Chunhui, there was also a silver ring...

With the corner of his eye, he saw Yan Luoyue taking out the ring, and Ling Shuanghun kindly reminded him, "The black iron ring can be discounted by 95%."

"That's not what I'm asking," Yan Luoyue waved her hand and asked casually, "I remember that every time I changed my ring, I could get a reward from the competition. I could choose one more from the list they gave me. Do you remember what the reward for the silver ring was?"

Ling Shuanghun naturally remembered.

Recording everything they have seen is the duty of historians, and it has even become an instinct ingrained in their bones.

After announcing a long list of prizes, Ling Shuanghun hesitated slightly.

"There is one last reward, but it's a little strange."

Yan Luoyue raised her head.

Ling Shuanghun: "The last reward is 'a wish that may come true'."

Yan Luoyue blinked sharply: "'It is possible to achieve' means that the final right of interpretation belongs to the competition venue?"

This was the first time Ling Shuanghun heard this novel statement and he paused for a moment to digest it.

"Well, what Daoyou Yan said is not wrong."

After a while, seeing that Yan Luoyue had no other questions, Ling Shuanghun greeted them in advance and then went backstage to the arena.

As for Yan Luoyue, she took Shen Jingxuan to the registration office and registered a name called "Lu Lu Lu".

When Yan Luoyue returned to the arena, Sang Ji's box was already ready.

Ling Shuanghun also finished a boxing match and was waiting for the next one.

Yan Luoyue sat down in the private room, feeling quite surprised: "How could he be so fast?"

"That's right, it's so convenient for the Crane Tribe to fight with boxing and kicking." Sang Ji commented with a bit of sourness.

In fist-fighting competitions, it is generally accepted that the demons have the advantage.

But the other monster tribes at best sharpened their sharp claws and patrolled everywhere, while the Crane Tribe directly occupied the airspace advantage!

——Hehe, you never thought that Grandpa can fly~

Although the crane's legs are long and thin, they are powerful.

With its large wings fluttering like a fan, its shadowless feet can drop from the sky like bamboo leaves, literally kicking a friend one by one.

Speaking of this, Sang Ji couldn't help feeling a little resentful.

Damn it! Why isn't there a swamp arena in the arena?

If there was a swampy arena, the crocodile tribe would be invincible with their Death Tumble.

While speaking, Ling Shuanghun had already waited for his first opponent.

When setting up opponents in the arena, the level, race, and combat power of both parties will be taken into consideration.

Therefore, the opponent that Ling Shuanghun was matched with in this match was a golden eagle, which was also an avian demon.

The Golden Eagle Demon not only has a more mature appearance and temperament, but is also far more experienced than Ling Shuanghun.

The two sides flew over the ring for several rounds, and Ling Shuanghun was clearly at a disadvantage.

Although Sang Ji complained about Ling Shuanghun, he still thought about his partner in his heart.

You know, words may be false, but the spiritual stones bet are the most honest. Sang Ji hit two consecutive times, and Ling Shuanghun won both times.

Just as the situation on the field became increasingly tense and the spectators were leaning forward in tension, the beautiful white crane raised its slender neck and let out a sharp cry towards the sky!

Sang Ji swung his fist fiercely: "It's Hege! This time he's definitely going to win!"

Crane songs are a unique ethnic custom of the Crane people.

From a scientific point of view, the crane has a long neck and a loud voice, like a natural wind instrument.

Therefore, the Crane Clan specially developed the unique skill of "Crane Song".

On weekdays, cranes sing to exchange information, comfort their children, and court mates.

At the critical moment, the Crane Tribe sent "Crane Song" into battle.

For example, Ling Shuanghun at this moment.

Ling Shuanghun is singing loudly.

His singing voice was loud and clear, stirring my heart, like a ray of light rising into the sky and reaching the clouds.

As a cultured historian, Ling Shuanghun even included lyrics in his Crane Song.

What he sang was not history, but the historical stories he recorded.

Using songs to express one's aspirations and to tell stories is also a common way for folks to spread history.

Yan Luoyue understood all the above contents. She really understood them.

The only thing that Yan Luoyue couldn’t understand was - damn, Ling Shuanghun was singing her story!

And the key point is that Ling Shuanghun not only sang, but also sang with ups and downs and rich emotions.

Yan Luoyue felt dizzy when she heard the song, and she almost died on the spot.

Ling Shuanghun flapped his wings and sang:

"One hundred and eighteen years after Xuan Yang, the weapon refiner has come to this world to keep his word~

I believe that you can make accurate predictions, and every time you open your mouth, you will foresee disasters.

The master covered his body with a black robe and hid his face with mist.

The cry of a crow is "quack quack", and the master's warning sound is "your house is collapsing"~

Similar in both appearance and spirit, Frost Soul calls him "Lord Crow"..."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

It was Yan Gan’s first time to listen to Hege. Not only did he listen to it with great interest, but he also shared his thoughts with people around him.

"Wow, he is telling us stories in his singing."

The person who is telling the story: "..."

It’s hard. Yan Luoyue’s fist is hard.

With a bang, Yan Luoyue stood up on the spot.

Shen Jingxuan looked at her in surprise and asked curiously, "Luoyue, what are you doing?"

Yan Luoyue clenched his fists and rushed out, saying word by word: "I'm going to burn the piano and cook the crane!"

Everyone: “…”

Hearing this announcement, Shen Jingxuan and the other two couldn't help but cast sympathetic glances towards the stage.

On stage, the proud white crane is literally singing its praises.

He kicked with his slender crane legs repeatedly, stepping on the bamboo-leaf-shaped claw marks all over his opponent's face, and was on the verge of victory.

And below the stage, a Yan Luoyue was rushing out of the box at a speed of 80k/h.

Sang Ji sighed and said, "Could this be the legendary 'Win the game, lose life'?"

Ling Shuanghun, do you know that even though you defeated the golden eagle monster, you will be stewed soon!

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In order to prevent monks who know each other from colluding privately and jointly organizing fixed matches, the distribution of opponents is arranged by the arena.

However, if there is a conflict between the two rings and they want to use the stage and the host to have a fight, the arena will allow it.

However, betting is not allowed on this match, which means that the audience can watch it for free, thus attracting popularity to the arena.

Ling Shuanghun had just sat down in the backstage, preparing to rest for a while, when a servant handed him a challenge.

"Black Iron Arena invites you to a battle in the arena."

Historians are indeed extremely sensitive to words.

When ordinary people hear a name like "口口口", their first reaction is usually that the keywords are framed.

However, Ling Shuanghun frowned and thought about it, then connected it to the clue of "black iron ring" and quickly put the three characters "口" into context.

Just as Yan Luoyue had separated the name, Ling Shuanghun had pressed it back in the same way.

"Heitie, Sankou... Could it be Fellow Daoist Yan?"

Ling Shuanghun put away the challenge letter and nodded: "Well, let's follow her invitation."

——That’s why, before Ling Shuanghun went on stage, he suddenly realized that this competition was a sword fight.

"..." Looking at Fellow Daoist Yan across from him, Ling Shuanghun's snow-white robe sleeves fluttered as he bowed sincerely, "...Fellow Daoist Koukoukou, I'm actually not good at sword fighting."

Friends Yan Dao who was sitting opposite him also returned the salute, his expression was more sincere than his, and his words were more honest than his.

"I know. I see. That's why I chose the sword fight."

The girl's big eyes were sparkling, and she smiled at Ling Shuanghun. Her smile was sweet but not greasy, and it exuded murderous aura.

The only thing missing was five big words written on his face: "I'm going to beat you up."

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

A chill spread along the crane demon's spine to the back of his head.

Ling Shuanghun began to think urgently about how he had offended others.

The sword fight allows the use of weapons.

However, in order to prevent the emergence of players like Yan Luoyue who have a rich family background and a lot of magical weapons, only one magical weapon can be used in each arena.

The game is about to begin, and the MC signals both sides to display their weapons.

Yan Luoyue shook the thing in her hand. It was a golden rubber band, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

As for Ling Shuanghun, he looked around and ended up empty-handed.

Ling Shuanghun said honestly, "I don't have any magical weapon that I'm good at, no no. As for Daoist Koukoukou, you can do as you please, there's no need to be polite to me."

The rules of the sword fight allow players to use magical weapons.

Ling Shuanghun will not use the fact that he does not have a magic weapon to bully his opponent.

Just like in a fist fight, Ling Shuanghun will not restrain himself.

Born with wings, a sharp beak and claws, Ling Shuanghun's advantages in fighting.

Fellow Daoist Yan was able to observe that he was not good at using magic weapons, and took the opportunity to suggest the sword and knife fighting method. This vision and planning are Fellow Daoist Yan's advantages.

Rise and fall are determined by heaven, victory and defeat are not determined by anything.

The greatest influence of history on Ling Shuanghun is probably that it enables him to calmly accept every time the dust settles.

Therefore, even within the first instant of the opening, Ling Shuanghun, who had transformed into a crane, suffered a heavy blow, and the red-crowned crane just blinked innocently.

“…”

No blood was shed in this confrontation, but Yan Luoyue directly tied up the red-crowned crane's long beak.

Yan Luoyue shook and tossed the leather ring in her hand, and the golden ring grew in the wind following her gestures.

The edge of the expanded leather ring was like a child's ring-tossing game, and it was accurately wrapped around the crane demon's slender neck.

The red-crowned crane raised its head and cried out, then spread its wings and glided backwards like an ice-skating dancer, trying to escape from the golden circle.

The crane demon broke free of half of the golden ring, which went up along its neck, passed over the crest of its head, and then slid down its long beak...

Wait, the golden ring didn't slide down from the long beak, it tied up Ling Shuanghun's mouth!

Just as it slid to the beak, the originally motionless golden ring suddenly jumped up as if a chicken was injected with blood.

Under Yan Luoyue's control, the golden ring was repeatedly twisted 180 degrees and tightened, as skillfully as a girl combing her ponytail.

In the blink of an eye, the golden ring formed four or five circles on Ling Shuanghun's long beak.

Until the pressure on the beak became greater and greater, the circle shining with golden light kept tightening, the crane demon danced to the ground and raised his head, only to meet Yan Luoyue's eager eyes.

Ling Shuanghun realized that this was probably the original intention of Fellow Daoist Yan in choosing the magic weapon.

What he didn't know was that this ring could be expanded or contracted, was tough, and was very elastic.

The last magic circle that could do this was called the Qiankun Circle.

As for the one in Luoyue's hand, because it was made from the tendons of a blue cattle, she named it "Qiankun Beer Ring".

After a successful attack, Yan Luoyue started singing immediately.

The singing of the turtle tribe is not like the crane song and has no offensive effect in itself. Yan Luoyue is its way of expressing its inner happiness.

He manipulated the "Qian Kun Beer Ring" and tightened it again. This time, there were exactly five circles wrapped around Ling Shuanghun's long beak.

Yan Luoyue sang very appropriately: "Ah~ Five Rings, you have one more ring than Four Rings~"

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

The red-crowned crane shook its head, tail and flapped its wings, but it could not break free from the restraints on its mouth.

But it only took a moment for Ling Shuanghun to react suddenly.

He had just transformed from a crane into a human, and the rubber band on his long beak fell off naturally.

"Yan... Daoist friend Koukoukou! May I ask if it is me..."

Yán Daoyou was pursuing his victory and had no intention of answering the question at all.

The next second after Ling Shuang's soul transformed into a human, Yan Luoyue naturally transformed into a turtle.

A whirlwind divine turtle rose into the sky, carrying the power of Newton's coffin lid, spinning at high speed like a torrent, and in the blink of an eye it had attacked Ling Shuanghun's face.

In this tornado, there is even Yan Luoyue's three-dimensional 3D surround singing.

"The wind is howling, the horses are neighing, the cranes are roaring, the cranes are roaring~"

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

I swear to God, he didn't roar.

He didn't even raise his voice, he just wanted to ask Fellow Daoist Yan a question!

The turtle shell was still an inch away from the target, but the spinning air blade had already arrived at the same time as the war drum, leaving a bright blood mark on Ling Shuanghun's collarbone.

At the critical moment, Ling Shuang's soul transformed into a white crane. Its broad wings stirred up the air flow and urgently responded to the attack.

The audience held their breath and watched as the rapidly rotating turtle shell collided with the wings of the red-crowned crane.

Instantly, the crane's bones made a muffled sound wrapped in flesh. Half of the arena was covered with beautiful white feathers, like falling snow.

The crane demon uttered a mournful cry, and Luoyue was blown away by the recoil like a bouncing ping-pong ball.

Just when Yan Luoyue was about to fly out of the arena, the Qiankun Niu Beer Circle opened.

Yan Luoyue once again grabbed the crane demon's long neck, pulled the horse back from the edge of danger.

The moment the collar was put around his neck, Ling Shuanghun learned from his last lesson and instantly transformed into a human form.

Unfortunately, one of his arms was injured, and Yan Luoyue had been applying pressure to him through the circle around his neck.

Because of this, Ling Shuanghun lost his aim when switching forms and staggered on the spot, and Yan Luoyue took the opportunity to pin him to the ground.

Yan Luoyue squatted in front of Ling Shuanghun.

When she noticed that Ling Shuanghun in human form was about to speak, she quickly reached out and grabbed his mouth.

“…”

Shaking his head in a helpless manner, he shook off Yan Luoyue's claws. Ling Shuanghun's uninjured arm turned into flying wings and struck the ground three times, indicating that he gave up.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the result of the game, Ling Shuanghun asked Yan Luoyue:

"Friend Yan, do you know Master Yan Bixin?"

After being targeted by Yan Luoyue time and time again, he began to have vague guesses in his mind.

The next moment, Brother Yan's fist made a crisp sound.

Now, Ling Shuanghun understood everything.

Ling Shuanghun said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, what I recorded are all true unofficial histories, there is absolutely no fabrication!"

Yan Luoyue angrily tapped the crane demon's head.

"I know that."

If Ling Shuanghun was lying, he shouldn't have been tied around the neck with a rubber band by Yan Luoyue, but should have been plucked out of his hair and stuffed into a pot by Yan Luoyue.

What makes Yan Luoyue feel most tragic is that all the materials recorded by Ling Shuanghun sound so ridiculous and outrageous, but they are actually all true!

Even the nickname "Mr. Crow" was only used by Ling Shuanghun to refine and summarize it.

After all, with the shopkeeper's strong promotion, the number of people holding different views on whether Master Yan Bixin's family is a human or a crow demon has become evenly divided.

Vaguely aware of Yan Luoyue's entanglement, Ling Shuanghun explained seriously.

"I only sang the beginning of my crane song when my opponent threw down his wings and admitted defeat. If you wish, I will go back and sing the rest of the crane song for you."

"Although I quoted some interesting stories about Master Yan as the opening, Master Yan's achievements cannot be erased. The reason why the previous lyrics are written humorously is because..."

"…It's to trick people into joining the shark later." Yan Luoyue said solemnly, "I really understand your educational tactics."

For example, the first lesson of advanced mathematics only talks about theoretical theory, which gives many students the illusion that they can pass the exam.

It is like a series of light-hearted and interesting history classes, which can fool people into increasing their confidence.

It was not until I decided to take the entrance exam for a graduate degree in history that many large volumes of material tore off their covers, revealing their true dull and vicious faces.

Yan Luoyue thought for a moment, lowered her head, and spoke quickly and quietly into Ling Shuanghun's ear:

"Since you want to popularize historical knowledge, I'll also popularize some common sense for you - do you know why in Master Yan's first edition of "Monster Slayer", only magic weapon cards were released, but no character cards?"

Ling Shuanghun looked up blankly, his clear eyes flashing with the purest desire for knowledge: "I don't know, please enlighten me, Brother Yan."

Yan Luoyue smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.

"——Because, once you know the real person, your relatives and friends will come after you!"

Yan Luoyue narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Tell me, do you prefer boiled crane or braised crane?"

Ling Shuanghun blinked his clear eyes and showed a somewhat well-behaved smile.

"If I have to choose one, can I choose the drunk crane? ... Hiss, wait a minute, don't pluck my feathers... If you want to pluck, pluck the black ones... Friend Yan, Friend Yan! -- Yan! The white crane is going to roar, really roar!"

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The final result was a happy one for everyone.

Shen Jingxuan said: "It's really strange, since then, their relationship has become better."

In the past, when these two people were polite to each other, the air seemed to be floating with a layer of autumn dew and light frost.

But ever since Yan Luoyue checked Ling Shuanghun's water meter, these two could be seen studying the map together from time to time.

Besides that, they seemed to be planning something behind everyone's back.

"It's unexpected, but it's understandable. There's nothing strange about it."

Sang Ji pursed his lips towards Yan Gan and said, "Just look at us and you'll understand. Fighting is the best way to communicate feelings. Now that we've fought, we're good friends now."

Yan Gan corrected him: "Winning a fight is the best way to communicate feelings - if the loser was my sister, we would definitely be preparing sacks suitable for catching birds."

In conclusion, the three fighting factions smiled at each other, and the air was filled with the smell of wicked conspiracy.

"I wonder where Luoyue and the others are now." Shen Jingxuan twisted the beads in his hand, a trace of melancholy flashed across his face.

"It's only been one morning, and she already misses her."

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Where is Yan Luoyue now?

She is catching snakes in the wild!

You would never believe it, right? These days, Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun have been secretly discussing bringing a new travel companion along on their journey.

As soon as winter arrived, Yan Luoyue celebrated his fifth birthday, and his health bar successfully broke through 100,000.

On the first morning after leaving the tribe and embarking on the journey, Yan Luoyue deviated from the course.

She wanted to fulfill her original promise and kidnap instead of buy.

Patting the red-crowned crane on the back, Ling Shuanghun received Yan Luoyue's signal, folded his wings, and dived to the ground.

He shook himself back into human form, and the first thing he did was to straighten his clothes, which were already not wrinkled at all.

"Does that fellow Taoist Wu live nearby?"

"No." Yan Luoyue looked at the compass in her hand, "He's a little further away... But don't go in with me for now, I'm afraid too many people will scare him away."

Ling Shuanghun was a little hesitant: "Scared away? Wait... Yan, what are you doing?"

Yan Luoyue was seen showing a cute and adorable smile while taking out a sack, a straw rope, and a fire starter from the storage bag one by one.

Ling Shuanghun: “!!!”

Ling Shuanghun was greatly shocked.

What's going on? Does the prerequisite for everyone to become your travel companion be that they have to be beaten up by you first?

Yan Luoyue pointed at her sweet smiling face.

"I'll go and treat him first."

Ling Shuanghun was a little confused: "What if you don't move?"

Yan Luoyue waved the sack and rope in his hand: "Then I will kidnap him instead of buying him. Put him in the sack. After that, I will patiently persuade him."

"…What if it doesn't work?"

With a "pop" sound, Yan Luoyue blew out the fire stick in one breath.

"Then light a fire and see if he'll come out."

Ling Shuanghun was greatly shocked, and felt that there was something wrong with the basic education of the Turtle Tribe: "Ah, no, who taught you this?"

Yan Luoyue said solemnly: "History taught me this."

Back then, Zhang Fei had thought of the same method, intending to invite Zhuge Liang to come out of seclusion!

Ling Shuanghun: “???”

The girl held the prepared things in her arms one by one, puffed out her chest, and set off in the direction indicated by the compass with a heroic and confident look.

Watching Yan Luoyue's back going away, Ling Shuanghun waited obediently there.

He silently took out a notebook and a pen and began to accumulate materials for "The Legend of Yan Luoyue".

Although up to now, the three words "Yan Luoyue" are still unknown.

But Ling Shuanghun just had a premonition.

After all, a guy who knows how to use courtesy before force, knows how to convince others with things, and finally knows how to put the blame on history, is like a cone in the bag, a stone in the gallbladder, or a blood clot in the brain. He will never remain silent in this world for long.

Soon, in the deserted wilderness, the singing of white cranes to their own amusement could be heard.

"The clouds are dark and the wind is howling, I am walking with Yan Yi~

I said I had to bring my friends along, so I was arrested for what I called a welcome.

Wu Jiang will become a new partner. I expect he will be beaten badly.

Meet me in front of the colorful world, and prepare the medicine for your injury as a gift~"

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As soon as they were out of Ling Shuanghun's sight, Yan Luoyue collected all the criminal evidence intact.

It's so funny. Even though he said it fiercely, he couldn't really do it.

Following the guidance of the compass, Yan Luoyue went further and further away.

Until he saw the pointer turned completely red and turned 360 degrees, Yan Luoyue knew that Wu Manyhuang should be nearby.

The area nearby is probably where Wu Manshuang hangs out.

The pointer will circle back because the witch's aura is left all around.

It is the season when the dead grass covers the sky. A snake hidden in the dry grass in winter is like a drop of water that blends perfectly into the sea.

Yan Luoyue repeated this several times, but did not detect any trace of the other person's movements.

Instead, at a certain moment, the feeling of being looked at cautiously appeared in Yan Luoyue's mind again, and instantly Yan Luoyue's heart moved.

As the saying goes, the highest level of hunters often appear as prey.

Yan Luoyue did not turn around to follow his gaze.

She even pretended that she didn't notice anything, and took two steps forward while looking left and right.

There was obvious hesitation in the girl's eyes, but more of anxiety.

She squeezed her hands together, clenched them again and again, as if she was tangling something.

After a moment, the girl looked a little panicked and shouted in a low voice:

"Jingxuan...Jingxuan...Are you nearby?"

——Jingxuan, I know you are not nearby. I will borrow your reputation and buy you some vegetarian cakes when I return.

The figure hidden in the dark: "..."

He was saying, how could a girl who lived peacefully in her tribe and went to school on time every day suddenly run to such a remote and deserted place.

It turned out to be that Master Jingxuan again...

Thinking of the other party's amazing ability to get lost, the shadow in the dark lowered his head and pinched his eyebrows.

But, it turned out that she did it for Shen Jingxuan.

Under the awning, the boy laughed at himself: He thought she was doing this for...

The thought had barely arisen when it was firmly suppressed.

Covered by the white veil, her eyes were cast at the grass with a hint of despair, while the corners of her lips were lifted up in a forced smile.

——No, he shouldn't think so. He should say, fortunately this.

Fortunately, she came here only for Shen Jingxuan.

In this way, as long as she helps her find Shen Jingxuan, the two of them will happily return to their lives, and his memory will also be filled with an extra bouncing figure.

Just like last time, just like every time.

That was all that mattered. Moreover, even if he only saw her from behind, he seemed to have shared her happiness.

She wouldn't find out she had been there before, and he wouldn't have to refuse her invitation for the second time.

"Jingxuan? Jingxuan..." The girl was still calling that name in confusion.

She was probably so anxious that she lost her mind. She would stop whenever she saw a stone and look under it.

It's so cute that someone who is usually smart and never makes mistakes would act stupidly on this kind of issue.

Yan Luoyue walked around for a long time, but still didn't see any figure other than himself.

She sighed in frustration and said to herself in a very clear voice:

"Did Jingxuan go back first with the compass? Sigh, but now I can't find the way home!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a slight sound coming from the bushes not far away.

Yan Luoyue's eyes lit up and she ran over quickly: "Wu...Jingxuan!"

The half-human-high grass was parted, and there was naturally no trace of the nun inside.

Instead, there was an arrow made of tree branches placed neatly on the ground, with the tip of the arrow pointing straight to the direction where the turtle tribe was.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue forced herself to control her expression and refused to smile even a little.

She pretended not to see it and walked away hesitantly, rubbing the edge of the pattern.

Well, if she could step on the arrow and mess up the shape of the branches, her confusion would seem more real.

But when Yan Luoyue looked at the neatly-shaped arrow, it was as if he was seeing a mummy squatting underneath, seriously working on a puzzle pattern.

Speaking of kicking the "chaotic" pattern, it means just stepping over it directly. Yan Luoyue felt a little bit reluctant.

Yan Luoyue turned around as if nothing had happened and left the intact arrow behind him.

Alas, her acting is so bad that only a very stupid snake would fall for it.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Yan Luoyue took two steps in the opposite direction when another loud noise came from behind him.

Yan Luoyue turned around and saw a dead tree falling to the ground without any warning.

Perhaps because they were afraid that she couldn't see clearly, many of the dead tree's branches were broken off. The remaining parts formed the shape of an arrow, pointing towards the turtle tribe.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

The culprit who pushed down the dead tree might be worried that even a slight difference of one degree would cause the moon to get lost.

So, under Yan Luoyue's gaze, the fallen dead tree turned into a corpse on the spot.

It bounced for a moment, but it didn't freeze until the one-degree angle error was corrected, then it straightened up stubbornly.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue tried desperately to inhale, and her ribs were so painful from contracting.

Help, it’s so hard to hold back her laughter, she really doesn’t want to laugh out loud!

He hugged himself with both hands, pretended to rub his arms twice, and read the words of Yan Luoyue Stick:

"It's dangerous here too... No, I can't go that way. What if there's an earthquake?"

After saying this, she turned around resolutely and walked towards the direction of the He clan's territory.

Yan Luoyue walked on the sidelines while quietly pricking up her ears.

She clearly heard a series of rustling sounds behind her, as if someone was extremely confused by the current situation.

...Oh, she can't be considered as having bad intentions if she smiles for a while now while the other party can't see.

She smiled secretly, just once, making sure the person behind her wouldn't notice.

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