Chapter 11011: The wind and lightning speed, the great luck motorcycle


    There is no hope of turning stones into gold and hiding beautiful women in the golden house.


    Although Chen Tang was disappointed, he did not dare to take risks with his life.


    As time passes by bit by bit, the ink blue clouds are dyed with a light red and orange halo until the night is over.


    When a naughty ray of sunshine kisses on the eyelid, pray for goodness to wake up from sleep.


    He looked at the sun and rubbed his right eye sleepyly while muttering softly.


    "How can I be the first to be honest?"


    Chen Tang said, "It''s getting late."


    Qi Shan looked at him and saw Xiaolangjun Chen sitting in a campfire and roasting things.


    "You didn''t sleep all night last night?"


    The thick numb prison uniform was wet with dew, and it was wilted against the skin, without the wrinkles pressed out of sleep.


    Chen Tang didn''t raise his head: "I didn''t sleep. There were too many things yesterday that I couldn''t sleep at all. Does Mr. Qi want to **** skills?"


    As he said that, he handed the tree branch in his hand to pray for good.


    Only then did Qi Shan see clearly what was roasting in Chen Tang''s hands.


    Three cakes skewed by tree branches,


    The cake is about the size of an adult''s palm, and it is roasted until both sides are browned, silently exuding a scorching aroma of food.


    Where do you get the cake from the wilderness?


    You don’t need to guess.


    He wasn''t very polite to Chen Tang: "Thank you."


    Qishan is a person who is particular about food. He has a "preparation activity" before eating. He wet the veil with the water in the water bag, wiped away the remaining sleepiness on his face, then took out the tooth wood from the bag, sprinkled with some mint green powder, and wiped his teeth and rinsed his mouth with the remaining water in the water bag.


    After cleaning, I picked up the roasted pancakes.


    "Huh? Why is it sweet?"


    Although the sweetness is not strong and it is covered by burnt crispy, you can still taste it after careful taste.


    Chen Tang revealed the secret: "The cauldron is as sweet as you can, and you can''t find it."


    After hearing this, Qi Shan''s expression immediately became hard to describe, and even the cake in his mouth was no longer fragrant.


    He said helplessly: "…''The cauldron is like a candy'' originated from the song of righteousness, and also belongs to the spirit of morale that is encouraging, and has extremely high requirements for literary heart..."


    Is it true that I can’t get along with these words?


    No matter what the effect is, it is eaten in Shen Xiaolangjun''s hands?


    How can I look at the "cauldron and pot" in the future?


    "No matter what kind of Yan Ling it is, in my opinion, only the Yan Ling can fill my stomach is useful." Chen Tang blew the hot cake and tasted it carefully. As the fragrance of the food spreads in his mouth, he suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction with happiness. "The malt sugar on the cake is not just obtained by ''the cauldron is sweet''. I found that this Yan Ling had consumed a lot of money and abandoned it..."


    Qi Shan: “…”


    Well, she also harmed other Yan Lings for a piece of malt sugar?


    "Then which sentence did you choose?"


    Chen Tang calmly stretched out his right hand: "Zhou Yuan''s rooster, the rooster is as sweet as candy."


    A piece of malt sugar the size of a thumb appeared.


    Qi Shan frowned suddenly: "This sentence is so powerful..."


    Chen Tang threw malt sugar into his mouth and chewed it, squinted his eyes while chewing it, "What''s wrong with this word of spiritual power?"


    “No one has ever used it.”


    Chen Tang: “…Ha?”


    "The words we use now all come from those seals, or from the thief star. The words recorded on it are as vast as smoke, and there are countless ordinary people. From the appearance of the thief star to the present for more than two hundred years, more and more words have been used by capable people and strangers, but compared with the words that cannot be used, they are still the tip of the iceberg. This sentence "Zhou Yuan''s rooster, rooster is like yam" was just copied by chance..."


    He wrote it down if he thought it was interesting.


    Chen Tang: “…”


    Qi Shan asked her: "How effective is this sentence of spiritual expression?"


    Just transforming a piece of malt sugar?


    Chen Tang asked back without answering: "Didn''t Mr. Qi see it?"


    Her eyes were too open and clear, as if a clear spring could be seen at one glance. Qi Shan couldn''t tell whether she had concealed it, but she knew that she was not as simple as it was. They stopped talking, and the two ate quietly, ate the baked cakes into their stomachs, and then processed the campfire after eating and drinking.


    Pack up and prepare to go on the road.


    Because Chen Tang''s thick prison uniform was too eye-catching, Qi Shan contributed a clean old clothes. When Chen Xiaolangjun changed his clothes, he accidentally stepped on a relatively soft piece of soil. “Huh?”


    Squat and push away the weeds and find out.


    Twisted a pinch of loose and soft soil with your fingers carefully, and found that it was completely different from the barren sand that could rise ashes in three steps.


    Not knowing what he thought of, he pulled out his sword from his waist with a whistle and stabbed in the soil. The sword edge was penetrated into the soil, and it was soft and easy to enter at first, without any obstacles. It was six inches into the soil, and it was a little difficult to move. The sword edge was wrapped around some sticky soil.


    He pulled out the long sword from the soil again.


    The soil stained with the sword body responded truthfully.


    Qi Shan twisted the soil on the sword''s edge and murmured thoughtfully: "Zhou Yuan''s pussy, the **** is as sweet as candy..."


    The general meaning of this sentence is that the land of Zhouyuan is fertile, and even the corsage bitter herbs can be as sweet as malt sugar.


    Chen Xiaolangjun''s words are so spiritual...


    What is the focus on "malt sugar"?


    Or is it the "Zhou Yuan''s pity"?


    Qi Shan lowered his eyelids and wiped his sword body clean, took back his scabbard, got up as if nothing had happened, rubbed the clogs on his feet to cover up the sword marks. After a while, Chen Tang came out of the dense forest.


    The adult man''s clothes were too wide when he was wearing eleventh teenagers. She had to use a long strap to put the sleeves around her wrist, change the wide sleeves to narrow sleeves, then lift the too long hem, flush with the ankles, and then wrap around her waist with a waist rope to fix the clothes.


    With that pretty face with a pretty girl with a bit of wild temperament, it feels a bit romantic and teenager.


    Qi Shan called out, "Mr. Chen, leave, follow."


    Chen Tang trotted a few steps: "Sir, come here."


    As the sun rose, the scorching sun became hotter. Chen Tang wiped his sweat with his sleeve: "Mr. Qi, have you not become a high-headed and big horse here? Last night, the third-class hairpin was a sword, gun, sword, halberd, and a high-headed big horse, so it was so convenient to travel."


    Qi Shan asked her indifferently: "My little brother Chen has the courage to do military affairs?"


    Chen Tang shook his head: "This...no..."


    "Because I don''t have a bravery, I don''t have a horse."


    Chen Tang was sentenced to death with a light sentence.


    Chen Tang almost vomited his soul smoke: "Why? Are not all literary, martial, and courage equal? ??Can''t this kind of spiritual spirit be shared?"


    She felt that her literary heart was despised!


    He looked down at his two legs like thin bamboo poles, and was speechless. Although the wound on her feet has been treated simply and she has worn the soft-soled straw sandals that Qishan lent her, the road is rugged, and I rely on my legs to go to the nearest village and town. I don’t know what year to go…


    Qi Shan Yu Guang glanced at Chen Tang''s little husband who seemed to be out of his body and laughed silently.


    "There is no need to share this kind of spiritual spirit."


    "How could it be unnecessary?"


    What is the equivalent of a tall horse in ancient times?


    Equivalent to a luxury sports car!


    "Generally speaking, literary scholars will have carriages and horses when they go on vacation. Why do you need to be self-reliant with those reckless men?"


    Chen Tang: “…”


    After walking for a while, Qi Shan vaguely heard the little husband Chen following him murmur weakly.


    "Sky-sky-"


    He was about to be surprised that Chen Xiaolangjun had a superb understanding and could even be such a high-level spirit who could improve the speed of the army.


    Who knew that her next sentence was-


    “Dayun Motorcycle!”


    Qishan: "???"


    This chapter is not easy to write and then it is revised


    ??It is the update on the 24th, and there is another chapter during the day.


    ??The wind outside the window was so strong that I couldn’t sleep.


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    (This chapter ends)