In the morning, I was basking in Siya, and Helan said it was so hot, and in the evening, the five-person group was blowing in Siberia.

Can you believe it?

I believe you say you are magical realism.

"Ah Yeh."

Helan rubbed his nose through thick gloves and mask, although it was useless.

It was wearing a big hat at this time and could hardly hold up the mink fur. After all, it was not as tall as its robe when it stood up.

"Hahahahaha!" Ning pointed at it and started laughing in the face of the wind.

Although she is a head taller than Helan now, she clearly cannot support a mink coat.

Everyone is the eldest brother, don’t laugh at the second brother. Somehow she is so happy.

Seeing this, Helan also scratched his head through Lei Feng's hat stupidly.

"This is Inner Mongolia, and it does not exceed national borders, so you can rest assured." On this side, the organizer Xiao Wang is still explaining conscientiously.

"I'm talking to you about national borders now?" Yi Ruchang pulled off his mask and wanted to curse in Wang Shixu's ear.

"Isn't it?" Wang Shixu was a little confused.

"Have your IQ been blown away by the strong wind?"

"Hahaha, blow, blow, my pride and indulge!" Yi Ruchang turned his head and knocked a chestnut on Ning's head.

"Ning, please be quiet! Don't sing in my ears." Perhaps because the wind was too strong, Wang Shixu took his face out of the mask and shouted loudly at Yi Ruchang's ears.

"You guys stop arguing, hurry up and think about how to solve it! Tell me, don't yell loudly with Ruru, just shout loudly with me?" Ning didn't care whether he could stand it or not, and kicked Wang Shixu on the calves.

"The wind is so strong." Helan murmured softly.

Originally, this sentence was about to dissipate in the wind, but Mo Li was standing downstream.

Mo Li turned his head and immediately grabbed Wang Shixu's calves that were about to ascend to heaven, shouting: "So did you hear it?"

"Arranging, make arrangements now!" Wang Shixu, who was covered in tears, hugged Mo Li's hand and compared it to ok.

It's really messy. It's easy to shake your head as often as you want.

Fortunately, the person who objected first was not someone else, he was him. He sighed and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, I know your intentions, don't mess with me! Isn't want to vomit twice in a day, okay?

Let's sleep for a night first. Isn't this yurt ready for us...the yurt?

Feel the yurt, don’t run away!”

Turn your head and jump up and chase the yurt that is gradually moving away in the wind.

The remaining four people looked at each other and followed with a look of bitterness.

After running for ten minutes, the five people stood in front of a big river panting.

The yurt himself is sleeping in the water gorgeously.

The fact of despair is that the whips that hit people's faces are nothing more powerful than the wind knife.

Finally, because of lack of physical strength, the five people fell down one after another, twisting and twisting.

"What a yurt for tofu project?" Ning Ning threw her shoes out of anger.

"I can't do it anymore. I ran too fast just now and didn't leave the strength to complain."

Mo Li, who had no strength to complain, sighed.

I don’t know who took the lead, but suddenly laughed. The rest of the people couldn’t hold it in, and they started to laugh wildly while covering their stomachs. In this wilderness, the laughter followed the wind, and that little bit of mystery, and at a loss, and I don’t know where it was blown.

It took them a long time to finally stop. The arrogant wind, somehow, stopped. There was only a little coldness that could be tolerated, but it was also refreshing.

Without the wind, the five people took off their hats and lay quietly like this.

"Hey, the stars are really obvious." Mo Li looked at the sky seriously and was first amazed.

"I haven't seen such a starry sky for a long time."

Wang Shixu also agreed: "I can only see it a few times when I was studying abroad. Only when I could see it in the city of Yanjing."

"You can see it in Vietnam. I miss my dad."

The first and last two sentences seem inconsistent, but they express all Ningning’s thoughts.

"Dad..." Mo Li followed Ningning and read this somewhat unfamiliar title.

"You guys are very noisy. I want to look at Xingxing carefully." Yi Ruchang suddenly interrupted, but there was no harshness in his tone.

But everyone still calmed down, and they were still smiling.

After the wind stopped, several people used their coats to make mats, making it a natural large bunk bed, and they actually felt very comfortable.

Not long after, Wang Shixu actually started to snore frequently.

Yi Ruchang had been lying down for a long time, but couldn't squeeze out a trace of sleepiness, so he took out a lollipop from his bag in the dark, stuffed it into his mouth, and took out his cell phone.

"Sir, you still have the signal." Mo Li was lying beside him. Seeing this, he knew that he was not sleeping either.

"..." Yi Ruchang didn't answer.

In fact, the phone really has no signal. What he saw was the message he received last night, a brief reminder from Bai Qiaoren.

He is back.

He is back...

So are you still back? Xiao Xiao Cai.

At that time, you cried and left quietly. I knew that you would come back one day.

How old were you at that time? Why did you still refuse to let go and cannot forgive you after ten years?

Even I have let go, right?

The lollipop was held in the air by him, and it seemed that it had been forgotten.

"Mr. Yi?" Mo Li thought Yi Ruchang fell asleep, and after calling him softly, there was no other movement.

Ningning hugged Helan and put her legs on her body, sleeping very boldly. Mo Li couldn't take her off Helan, and Mo Li gradually felt sleepy.

"I'm not asleep." Yi Ruchang's voice came.

"Mr. Yi, what are you thinking?" Mo Limu asked vaguely.

"I want to pee, but I'm afraid that the birds will fly away with the wind." Yi Ruchang yawned.

"Can Mr. Yi not always speak slutty!" This sentence called Mo Li back from his dream. He sighed and complained quietly. Mr. Yi is always unwilling to open his heart.

In such a quiet night, Mo Li was a little depressed for a moment.

Knowing what he was thinking, Yi Ruchang gently raised his hand and placed it on Mo Li's eyes.

Mo Li immediately fell into a coma. When he woke up again, he had already entered the dream of Shanhaitan and was with Yi Ruchang.

In the fifty years of the world, China has changed drastically.

Looking at the people who are not full of food or clothing and are worried every day, Wang Chengzhi's heart is in harmony.

At this time, He Lan, who was already an adult, touched the brow of the old man Wang Chengzhi. It frowned and said, "You are like this again."

The old man shook his head and gently pressed its shoulder: "Helan, Master, I'm sorry for you."

"Master, I said don't say sorry. What you said is that all Chinese children can do 'I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood', why can't Helan do it? Isn't the spirit of the weapon worthy of being Chinese children?" Helan smiled and said.

Old Man Wang Chengzhi was stunned for a moment, touched Helan's head, his eyes full of admiration and kindness: "Helan, I only realized today that you are not stupid at all."

"Three, please lead the way and go to the last altar!" Old man Wang Chengzhi turned his head and said to the monk behind him.

"gentlemen!"

The man named Lao San looked so immoral. In the world, he was a famous monk all over the world, but perhaps because he was less than his age, he seemed to be less gentle than Wang Chengzhi.

Of course he knew what the sir agreed to.

Seeing Li Laosan's slight hesitation, Wang Chengzhi shook his head. He was already in his octogenarian at this time, and stroked his long golden beard and smiled slightly: "You found the place where I buried the altar according to the will of our ancestors and woke me and Helan up. Isn't it just for today's altar? My Yushan Sect has long been awakened, so sir, don't you."

Helan turned his head and looked at Wang Chengzhi, and raised the corners of his mouth calmly.

One old and one young, so calm that it seemed like they were just going out for a trip.

However, Li Yuantong knew that this was not the case...

"Mr. Wang, Helan, the great kindness of the Yishan School, I, the descendants of the third generation of Chinese descendants, thank you here."
Chapter completed!