One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 112
Yan Qingzhi's appearance is not neutral, even if her face is blackened, after careful examination, she can see the soft lines of her facial features.

What's more, a master is very sensitive to the skeletal shape, movement and breath of the human body. Even if Yan Qingzhi's personality looks different from ordinary girls, he is not talented enough to be real.

She understands this better than many people, and she doesn't feel that she can hide it from everyone, and she has no surprises about being seen through.

Yan Qingzhi listened to this, her eyes wandered, she didn't dare to speak provocatively, she just bowed her hands to the old man respectfully.

"Junior I don't know who is here, so please forgive me if I disturb you!"

Standing not far from the door, Yan Qingzhu's expression changed abruptly when Yan Qingzhi opened his mouth, and his footsteps even wanted to move outside the temple door.

For his old sister, he knows best that Yan Qingzhi has a wild intuition, and shows different attitudes when facing different opponents.

Yan Qingzhi himself may not have discovered this, but the two of them walked along the way and after so many fights, big and small, Yan Qingzhu knew better than anyone the accuracy of this beast's intuition.

Because of this, his heart sank, not because there are too many bad people in this world, but because their luck always seems to be bad.

Only this time, they really thought too much.

The old man was not dissatisfied with Yan Qingzhi's attitude, and he didn't look angry at the birth, he just waved his hand and said.

"It's okay, the old man is also an ordinary passerby!"

This man's voice was not old, but he was full of energy. Seeing the alertness in Yan Qingzhi's eyes and the tension in his body, he didn't explain much.

When a few children walk outside, caution is inevitable. He can't say anything to reduce the fear of the few people. It is better not to say it and wait for the other party to adapt to it.

After Yan Qingzhi heard this, she bowed again, and no longer wanted to look behind. No matter what purpose the other party had, or if there was really nothing in the back hall, it was not up to her.

"Now that the rain is pouring, the juniors want to stay here temporarily, I wonder if they will disturb the seniors?!"

The old man waved his hand and said lightly.

"Please!"

Yan Qingzhi quickly thanked her, and when she saw the old man closed her eyes again, she turned her head back.

Yan Qingzhu didn't choose a good place to stay in the ruined temple, but just got rid of the puddle that had accumulated in the middle, and raised a bonfire in the corner near the door, using wood from the temple.

And the location is the farthest place from the old man.

Knowing that the other party was a master, Yan Qingzhu didn't dare to speak indiscriminately. Yan Qingzhi quietly erected the tent, and after a few people took turns changing out of wet clothes inside, they began to work.

Yan Qingzhi squatted on the side to catch some rain, washed the muddy places on the clothes, and put them next to the bonfire for drying.

Jun Tongyue took out the previously washed wild vegetables from the small bag, cut two slices of ginger, mixed it with the jerky, and boiled it with clean water in the water bag.

Yan Qingzhu sat beside him and watched the fire, adding a piece of wood from time to time.

The three were methodically busy with their own affairs.

The old man was always sitting there cross-legged, with his eyes closed as if he was one with the wall.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the roof of the broken temple was leaking all the time. Fearing that the rain would flow everywhere, Yan Qingzhu also took a few basins to pick up the places that leaked the most.

When everything was sorted out, it was already dark, and the three of them had time to eat by the firelight.

Jun Tongyue used to cook at home a lot before, but now he cooks things with ease.

After the steamed buns got damp, they couldn't hold it anymore, so several people divided them and prepared to eat them all.

However, before he could start dividing the buns, Yan Qingzhu gave Yan Qingzhi a wink, Jun Tongyue saw it, and his timid gaze lingered on the siblings.

Yan Qingzhi's face was wrinkled into a bun, but Yan Qingzhu still raised his eyebrows to indicate something.

The two of them frowned, and Jun Tongyue looked confused, but how could the two brothers and sisters not understand each other's meaning.

After several rounds of the brow-eye lawsuit, Yan Qingzhi finally confessed, and lowered his shoulders in resignation. However, between his breaths, he changed to a warm expression, and squeezed out a smile that showed no reluctance at all. There was a bowl of broth with more meat and less soup in the pot, and two more steamed buns, stood up, and walked in the direction of the old man.

"Senior, the rainy night is cold and cold, drink a bowl of hot soup!"

The old man looked at Yan Qingzhi, whose fear and vigilance had not yet dissipated in his eyes, then lowered his head and glanced at the soup and steamed buns, let go of his legs, and politely reached out to take it.

"So, thank you little friend!"

Yan Qingzhi handed the thing to the old man's hand, and then turned around to go back to eat.

The old man's eyes shifted with Yan Qingzhi's back. When Yan Qingzhi ran back, he brought the soup to his lips and steamed up. He was still for a moment, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and then he took a sip of the soup. .

Among the delicacies he has eaten in his life, the taste of this bowl of soup is not very good, but it makes his taste buds fully open when he is relieved.

The sound of the pattering rain was mixed with the sound of several people eating.

While Yan Qingzhi was eating, she was also sensing the gentle old man. Seeing that the man hadn't done anything to them for so long, he knew that the other party definitely had no intention of doing it!

In this way, she felt a lot more relieved, and raised her hand to add soup to Yan Qingzhu and Jun Tongyue.

The sultry heat was bubbling up, and the atmosphere in the ruined temple gradually became harmonious, and the three of them also chatted about the things on the road in a low voice.

Several people also gradually let go of their state, thinking about such a heavy rain, there should be no people or beasts scurrying outside, and they can probably sleep well in the past few days.

Jun Tongyue has been following Yan Qingzhi's routine all this time. Although he didn't say anything, the sleepiness and exhaustion on his face were hard to hide. With such an opportunity, even Yan Qingzhu felt relieved.

Only, just when they all thought that no one would arrive here in the rain tonight.

Yan Qingzhi's face suddenly changed, she tilted her head slightly, raised her hand to stop the other two talking.

Yan Qingzhu raised his eyes and saw that he stopped in an instant, and Jun Tongyue became quiet like him.

The atmosphere that had just warmed up immediately began to condense.

The movement outside was getting louder and louder, and it seemed that someone was shouting and the sound of horses' hooves.

Sounds like a lot of people.

Yan Qingzhi immediately put down the things in her hand, stood up and started to dismantle the tent, Yan Qingzhu followed her closely.

Seeing that Jun Tongyue was at a loss, Yan Qingzhi immediately greeted him.

"In the same month, you took the black donkey and the puppy to the corner and blocked it with wood, so that they won't run around and bark for a while!"

Yan Qingzhi moved quickly, and it was too late to clean up carefully, and everything was rolled up by her and threw it towards the corner of the wall.

(End of this chapter)