Doomsday Totem

Chapter 337 Story
The purpose of the three people's trip is Qin Ke'er's hometown, a large mountain village located in the southwest of the Huojiao clan's territory - Qin's Village.

In this itinerary, there is no arrangement to go to Mu Qianhe's hometown.Because the Mu family is one of the six major families of the Golden Horn Clan, and Mu Qianhe's family is a small branch of it. Although it is not a famous family, the family rules are extremely strict.If she goes back, she will face the problem of how to introduce Tie Slag to her tribe.

If they were just friends, no one would believe them, but if they were boyfriends, they would attract criticism.It's not that her people dislike Tie Slag, it's precisely because Tie Slag's status is too high, so high that their family can't reach it.For Song Haohe back then, he could barely be said to be climbing the dragon and attaching the phoenix, but for Iron Slag, it was obviously not a high climb, but a lover.Today's iron scum, even the daughter of the main line of the Mu family may not be worthy of it, let alone a small branch of her.

But Qin Keer's family is a bit different. Although her father is the village head, the Qin family village is located on the edge of the mountains, deep in the mountains and old forests, and the news is very closed.If he went there, probably not many people would know the identity of Iron Slag.

Not long after, the three of them got into an old taxi led by the Far East man.Judging from the appearance, this car has a history of at least ten years. Not only is most of the paint peeled off, but it is also full of potholes. The only advantage is that it is still clean.

"Master, is this your first visit to the Far East?" the driver asked enthusiastically after the car started.In his opinion, since the other party is taking the sky train and has two beautiful girls beside him, he must be a big shot.And the other party doesn't seem to have the philistine spirit of a businessman. He is generous in his actions, standing upright, and serious in speech. With such a temperament, he can only be a high-ranking official.

"Drive your car well, don't ask so many questions!" Qin Ke'er said forcefully.Ever since she set foot on the land of the Far East, her aura has soared, and she is not at all like the timid and cute girl she used to be.

"I said my aunt, her mouth is too strong, she won't be able to marry in the future." The driver said with a wry smile.

"Whether my aunt gets married or not, it has nothing to do with you. Drive hard, or your money will be deducted!" Qin Ke'er said vehemently.This place is not like the Western Continent. You have to be careful about what you say and do.

"Look, look~" Mu Qianhe whispered against Tie Slag's ear, "You're so arrogant before you get home, your little butt is almost up to the sky, if you get home, it's fine."

"En." Tie Slag glanced sideways at Qin Ke'er, and nodded in response.After returning to the Far East, she seemed to be alive, and her temper also increased a lot.

"What are you talking about? Are you secretly speaking ill of me?" Qin Ke'er raised her brows and asked Mu Qianhe.

"We're talking bad things about you little ass, what's wrong?" Mu Qianhe provocatively raised his chin with one hand on his hip.

Qin Ke'er suddenly wrinkled her small nose, snorted, and then said: "I'm ignoring you!" Then she turned her head and looked out of the car window without saying a word.

"Boss leader~ Before going back to Qin's Village, I need to find a place to teach this little girl a lesson, otherwise she will almost forget her position." Mu Qianhe suggested in a low voice, stretching out his hand to pinch Qin Kerr's loin.While teasing, I saw her skillfully pinching two taels of tender meat and twisting it lightly.

"Ah!" Qin Ke'er was in pain, turned around instinctively, slapped off the hands on her waist vigorously, and scolded at the same time: "I hate it!"

"Master, you are really lucky." Hearing the noise behind the car, the driver couldn't help sighing.

"Huh?" Tie Slag asked casually.

"Our girls in the Far East are all beautiful and beautiful. They can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. If they marry, they will be happy for a lifetime." The driver said.It has to be said that his level of flattery is superb.

"Uncle, no matter how nicely you speak, there is no tip." Qin Ke'er, the logistics officer, reminded.

"This..." the driver said sincerely, "I'm telling the truth, not for a tip."

"Uncle, keep talking, if she doesn't give it, I will~" Mu Qianhe encouraged.

"Oh, you don't need to give any more money, a golden coin, that's enough~" the driver said while holding the steering wheel with one hand and waving it with the other.Then, he boasted again, "Speaking of which, my ancestors were fortune-tellers. I saw this high-ranking official today. The heavens are full and the ground is round. There seems to be a purple aura coming from the east. ..."

"What did you say!" All of a sudden, the two women shouted in unison.

"Uh...wrong, wrong..." The driver quickly slapped his mouth and corrected, "He is a lucky star in the world. In this life, he will have endless glory and wealth, golden mountains and silver mountains. In time, he will definitely add yellow robes and wives and concubines. , full of children and grandchildren..."

"What did you say!" The two women protested again.

"Wives and concubines make a pair, children and grandchildren are full, generations to come, awesome..." The quick-thinking driver immediately corrected him.

About an hour later, the taxi drove through the bustling street, passing through ancient Far Eastern buildings with vermilion green tiles and cornices, past ancient Far Eastern houses with blue bricks and white tiles, five ridges and six beasts on the roof, and a road There are carved dragons and phoenixes, simple and honest stone bridges, and passing by water pavilions and pavilions carved with jade railings and flying phoenixes, and finally came to the center of the capital - Yujing Railway Station.

The crowds here are turbulent and noisy, and people of all kinds are crowded shoulder to shoulder, stretching as far as the eye can see.

After getting out of the taxi, the three of them went straight to the ticket hall. Before buying the tickets, Qin Keer obediently asked Tie Slag what type of train ticket to buy.Tie Slag asked what tickets were available, Qin Ke'er counted his fingers and said: "Hard seat, soft seat, hard sleeper, soft sleeper, box."

"Hard seat."

Tie Slag didn't understand much, so he chose the cheapest one, but after getting in the car, he felt extremely painful.First of all, it is noisy. All Far Eastern people speak very loudly. They don’t seem to be chatting, but more like arguing or shouting, especially those Far Eastern aunts, whose voices are thick and wild. Stop, the noise is so loud that people are about to lose their minds; secondly, the smell is unbearable, let alone the smell of sweat and feet, and some people take poultry and livestock in the car, and the smell of feces and urine permeates the car, which makes people feel nauseous; and there is, People from the Far East are overly enthusiastic and like to chat with people.Not long after getting in the car, an old lady became interested in Tie Slag, and asked like a cannonball: "Young man, where are you from? How old are you this year? Who is your wife? They are all so handsome. When will you be?" Giving birth to a baby? It’s not good to be old, for an advanced mother, she will be admitted to the hospital and undergo surgery..."

"Auntie, he can't talk." Seeing Tie Slag sitting silently, Qin Ke'er quickly made a relief.

"Oh..." The enthusiastic Aunt Yuandong nodded her head a few times suddenly, and then said, "It turns out that he is dumb. Tell me earlier. I wonder why he doesn't speak?" Then, she comforted, "Young man, don't I'm afraid, find an old military doctor and eat some herbs..."

In the end, Tie Slag couldn't take it anymore, so he asked Mu Qianhe to call the conductor and change to a box.

A few minutes later, Tie Slag and the two girls sat on the spacious sofa and drank Siren red wine.Although the vintage is not very good, the siren is a siren after all, with a comfortable taste and pleasant fragrance.Looking around, the box is luxuriously decorated, the floor is covered with a dark red gilded carpet, the wall is leaning against a simple wooden cabinet, there is a big bed and a bathroom.

After drinking for a while, the three of them took a comfortable hot bath respectively.After changing into dry clothes, in this leisurely and comfortable environment, during the unrestrained journey, accompanied by beautiful girls and big beds, naturally a hearty battle is inevitable...

In the evening, the three woke up one by one, not because they didn't want to sleep, but because they were too hungry.They haven't eaten anything since driving this morning.After a simple wash, Tie Slag took the two girls to the high-end dining car, and ordered a piece of fried pork with green pepper, a piece of fried egg with bitter gourd, a piece of fried beef with parsley, a piece of stewed chicken with mountain mushroom, and a piece of fried fungus with yam , three servings of pear and lotus seed soup with rock sugar, and three bowls of lotus-flavored white rice.

Thanks to the various skills of the cook at the Atlantic Mansion, Tie Slag is now very good at eating, and he can taste all kinds of Western, Central, and Far Eastern dishes.However, strictly speaking, the cooking skills of the cook You Ge chose for Tie Slag can only be considered average.Otherwise, she wouldn't be working in the canteen on Zhucage Street.However, the reason why You Ge chose her was because she had worked in the dining hall and knew enough dishes.The iron slag comes from the bottom of the Northern Wilderness, and the way to deal with food is simple and rough, basically it is cooked and eaten.You Ge wanted him to learn to taste a variety of dishes first, and after confirming his preferences, he would be replaced with a senior chef. The delicacy of his intentions was not easily understood by Tie Slag.

After dinner, on the way back to the box, when passing by the ordinary dining car, Tie Zha heard someone telling a story, so he took the two girls and walked there.When he was a child, he liked to go to the pubs in the town and listen to the stories told by travelers in the past.Even though I'm an adult now, I still have this hobby.It's just that, now, he won't squat down and listen foolishly, but will just stay in the corner, drinking a little wine and listening attentively.

At this time, in the aisle from the ordinary dining car to the soft-seat car, an old man dressed in rags and with a wooden bowl in front of him was sitting cross-legged, surrounded by a group of half-sized children.

"Grandpa, do you think the most powerful in this world is the Seraphim of the Templar Crusaders?" a child asked.

"Hmm..." the old man said with his greasy beard, "It's great, but it's not the most powerful."

"Is there anything more powerful?" the child asked.

"Of course, Seraphim is the title of mother, and Archangel with the sword is the title of grandfather." The old man boasted.

"Wow, that's amazing!" "I'll be an archangel with a sword when I grow up." "I don't want to worship the temple anymore, I'm going to the temple." "Yeah, yeah, I'm going to be a templar." "I'm going to marry the Templar Princess when I grow up." The children shouted excitedly.

"Is there anything more powerful?" The child just now did not tell his dreams like other children, but continued to ask.

"Of course, there are also light-winged holy angels." The old man said.

"So there are more powerful ones..." "I won't be an archangel holding a sword anymore, I will be a holy angel with light wings." "I want to be a holy angel with light wings too," the children shouted out in unison.

"Is there anything more powerful?" the calm child asked.

"Of course, as the saying goes, there are strong hands among the strong, and there are still mountains high..." the old man said with a slight smile, stroking his beard.But halfway through the speech, he pretended not to continue, causing the children to shout.

"What is that?" "Say it quickly." "Grandpa, tell me." "Say it~"

"I can't tell you..." The old man put away his smile and put on a mysterious look.

"Why?" "Tell me~" "Grandpa, tell me~" "Please, tell me~" the children begged.

"It's okay to tell you, but you have to promise grandpa one thing. If you can't do it, grandpa won't say anything..." The old man said seriously with a serious face.There was even a bit more seriousness on that dirty face.

"What's the matter?" "We promise you." "We're obedient." "Mmmmmm~"

"You have to promise grandpa, you can't tell the story grandpa is telling now to the adults at home." The old man said.

"We won't tell." "Hmmmm~" "We swear, we will never betray grandpa!" "Yes, we swear." The children promised solemnly.

"Okay, then I'll say it..." The old man stroked his beard and said slowly, "In this world, the most powerful and powerful person is..."

"The Guardian of the Holy Wolf of the Glory Temple!" When he said these ten words, his tone suddenly became sonorous and powerful, as if full of endless power.

In an instant, Tie Slag felt a rush of blood rushing to his heart, and clenched his fists involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)