Mixed Miners

The two of them managed to squeeze into the ticket gate. The staff member’s temper was very bad. He pointed to the sign that the ticket had been sold out and said, “I didn’t see it! Today’s tickets are sold out.”

Sure enough, Yang Ling turned helplessly and shrugged at the clouds. This is what he hoped. After all, he didn’t want to take this girl up the mountain. She was like a drag bottle. She opened the door in the morning and kept the box in her room. The door is gone.

"Ah~? What should I do if I do?" The cloud screamed with his hair.

Just when Yang Ling was ready to persuade the girl to give up the mountain, a black and skinny young man was pushed next to him, and they were next to them. Mysteriously said: "Is the two bought a ticket? I can help you not buy it. The ticket goes up the mountain?"

“Really?” Yunxiao grabbed the young man’s arm.

The young man looked at the cloud and his saliva was coming down. He smiled and nodded and said, "Of course it is true. I am a leader here. It is a little problem to bring you in!"

It seems that this is the legendary scenic pangolin. Yang Ling also has some intentions. After all, I don’t know when to wait until I can start the check-in again. So I ask, “How much is it?”

The black and thin young man stretched out one hand and opened five fingers. The cloud said happily, "Fifty fifty, let us in!"

The young man sucked a few times and his face was darker.

Yang Ling also pumped his face a few times, full of black lines.

This Shantou monk is a unit of 10,000 yuan. Spending money is all about the ten units. It really is foreign, and it is not in line with the Chinese market.

The young man turned his head and looked at Yang Ling. He saw that he had a subjective obstacle to communicating with this beautiful woman, which would lead to emotional allergies.

Yang Ling touched his chin and said, "Well, fifty pieces are expensive, but they still accept..."

The young man shook his body slightly, then his face was a little gray, and he turned his chest and turned away. Yang Ling quickly grabbed him and said with a smile: "Just kidding, five hundred and five hundred, take us in!"

The young man was relieved, and the two men crowded out the crowd and walked about 50 meters along the fence of the scenic spot. They saw a small wall behind the big trees and a small door. A middle-aged woman wearing a scenic management girdle.

The young man turned to Yang Ling and said, "You will go in from here and give me the money!"

Yang Ling was too lazy to care about it. He took out five hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it to him. The young man randomly counted the middle-aged woman and nodded. Then he was ready to turn and leave, and Yang Ling grabbed him again.

The young man snorted and said, "I can safely go in, I have already said hello!"

Yang Ling’s ticket to a scenic spot on his hand showed: “I have a ticket, it’s useless to go in, you can’t recycle it?”

The young man took the ticket and looked at it. "The original price is one hundred and eight. Anyway, if you lose it or lose it, I will not marry you. Give you a hundred dollars?"

"Yes ~!" Yang Ling nodded.

The young man took a piece from the money he had just handed it to him and then went to the ticket gate.

Yang Ling turned around and did not step into the small door. He only heard the voice of young people coming from behind the big tree: "There is an extra ticket, three hundred and eighty, three hundred and eight, who wants..."

Yang Ling’s foot was awkward and almost slammed into the door frame.

The two entered the small door. Inside, there was a yard. The middle-aged women took two plastic bags from the side and handed them to them. They said with a blank expression: "This is the passage for the Taoist priests to go down the mountain. Tourists are not allowed to leave. You put this suit. Put it on, one hundred per person.

"噗~!"

Yang Ling felt that he had broken a small hole in his forehead and kept bleeding outside.

However, he still took out two hundred dollars, then took the plastic bag, opened it and saw it as a gray long blouse worn by Taoist priests. The quality is not flattering, thin and transparent, so good to wear in summer clothes. Less, he put on a blouse, a hat, and put it on the way, then looked up at the clouds, and suddenly could not help but stay, this girl has already put on the GI, at this time, the body is slender, chest Full, eyebrows, long hair, shoulders, semi-transparent robes close to the body, a little bit of elegant and dusty taste.

"I don't wear it well?" Yunxiao twisted his body and asked him.

Yang Ling couldn't help but nod, and the beautiful girl with long legs looked at it. Suddenly she saw such a beautiful girl in Taoist costume. It was a little different. Is this the temptation of ancient uniforms? He felt a little dry and dry, and the heart could not help but smash.

Both of them packed up, and it was only two or three minutes. Yang Ling and the middle-aged woman in the goalkeeper negotiated a few words and threw her fifty dollars. Let Yunxiao put the trolley case here to help look after it. Going up the hill.

This is a small road. The curved area has always been through the mountains. Along the road, you can see some Taoist priests wearing GIs passing by. Seeing them both, and showing no expression, it is estimated that it is no strange.

Besides, they are Taoist priests, not managers of scenic spots, and they have no right to control the activities of these secular people to make money.

Yang Ling was a little embarrassed. Every time he saw the Taoist who had walked by, he always shy and let him go to the side. Yunxiao also followed the roadside and buried his head and dared not speak.

Stop and go in the mountain valley, and turn around. This road has never passed any scenic spot. Even if you hear the voices in front of you, you can only see a few spots from a distance. Qingwa Feiliang ~www.readwn.com~ Nima, really fooled, fortunately, I am not specifically to travel, or not vomiting blood.

Yang Ling cursed the black and thin guy in his heart countless times.

However, Yunxiao obviously enjoys the fun of this kind of play. He holds a full-frame SLR camera in his hand and keeps clicking around. Many times, he even asks Yang Ling to set up a position with her and take a few photos with delayed shooting.

After the photo, Yang Ling looked at the photos and felt good. The young men and women in the robe were in the wind between the steep mountains. The men’s hands were handsome and handsome, and the women’s posture was beautiful. Fluttering, like a fairy monk.

Yang Ling can't help but have a slight regret to pout. If you carry a sword on your back, it will be even more forceful.

I have been walking for more than ten miles, and there are many roads in the middle, but there are no signs at all, so they can only go up all the way, the path is getting narrower and narrower, the steps are getting steeper and steeper, and the curves are folded. On the top, many places rely on the wall to hang the beam, and the foot is the abyss. Even Yang Ling feels a little scared. I really don't know if those Taoists are running around every day and no one has fallen. (To be continued.)