As the sun sets, crimson light shines on the sea, and the originally blue sea instantly dims a lot. Zi Yang and Hua Yao walk side by side and stroll along the coast.
Hua Yao's two small hands were behind her back, her thin fingers stretched irregularly, her cunning eyes turned rapidly, she suddenly turned her head, her nose wrinkled slightly, and she stared at Zi Yang with half-lidded eyes.
This sudden change caught Zi Yang off guard. He stopped and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"I always feel that this matter is a bit fishy." Hua Yao turned around, stood on tiptoes, and hung her two pink fists by her side. She looked down at him and reprimanded loudly: "Tell me! Are you causing trouble? Otherwise I won’t lose.”
Zi Yang leaned back, put his hands on his chest, palms facing outward, slowly shook his head, and said innocently: "No! Absolutely not! The disappearance of the beast's palm has nothing to do with me."
Hua Yao covered her mouth with her small hand, smiled, and asked pretending to be confused: "Then who do you think won this bet?"
"Of course I won!" Ziyang straightened his back and said confidently.
"What?!" Hua Yao gave him a cold look with a straight face and asked again.
After Zi Yang saw her unkind eyes, he lowered his head and whispered: "I... I won."
Hua Yao snorted coldly, turned around and climbed up the steep slope, turned her back to him, and said with side eyes, "Forget it! If you win, you win. As for the bet..."
When Hua Yao mentioned the bet, the corners of her mouth rose slightly but she said nothing.
Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief and said understandingly: "Let's pay for it first."
Hua Yao turned around with a smile, immediately spread her hands, put on a blank expression, and said slightly: "You said this, I didn't say it."
"It's faster to turn a page than to turn a book." Zi Yang stood at the foot of the steep slope and muttered.
Hua Yao's face changed slightly, she pinched her waist with one hand, pointed at him with the other, and said angrily: "What did you say?!"
Zi Yang immediately changed his mind and said with a smile: "I said you owe me, so I owe you first."
"That's pretty much it, let's go!" After saying that, she ran along the path towards the town.
Ziyang hurriedly climbed up the steep slope, looked at her back, and shouted loudly: "Don't forget, come and play with me whenever you have time."
Hua Yao waved her hand without looking back and said in annoyance: "I feel bad when I lose the bet. I get annoyed when I see you. Let's wait until I am in a better mood."
Ziyang smiled and didn't leave slowly until she entered the town.
Inside Fenglan's room at the foot of the mountain
Feng Lan sat on the bed, holding the quilt with both hands, staring at the unusually haggard man in white with wide eyes.
The man in white stood outside the barrel, all wet, with water dripping from the cloak behind him and from his trouser legs, falling drop by drop to the ground.
The two of them looked at me and I looked at you, and they were in a stalemate for a long time.
Uh-huh!
In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, the man in white coughed forcefully. Feng Lan also shouted back at the top of his voice. Compared to the former, the latter's voice was louder.
The man in white realized that something was wrong. If this continued, the two of them might start fighting.
He raised his hands slightly and was about to speak when Feng Lan lifted the quilt and stood up suddenly, making fists with both hands, left hand in front and right hand behind, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Upon seeing this, the man in white immediately put his unraised hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else."
"What else do you mean?" Feng Lan clenched her fists and asked.
"I don't want to fight with you, so you don't need to be so nervous." The man in white lowered his head to show his good will, and said with a smile that did not diminish.
Feng Lan looked at him closely and saw that he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a humble attitude. He didn't look like a despicable person, so he naturally lowered his guard a lot.
Gu Gu! Gu Gu!
The man in white covered his abdomen with his palms, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was extremely embarrassed.
Feng Lan took out a white steamed bun from the bag and threw it to him. The man in white took the bun with both hands and after a few bites, his cheeks bulged up.
His eyes were wide open, he clenched his fists and beat his chest rapidly, looking anxious.
Feng Lan pointed to the door and said, "There is water in the big tank at the door."
The man in white nodded and rushed out without paying attention to his steps. He accidentally tripped over the threshold and stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
Although the threshold did not trip him down, it also caused an old injury on his left knee, a scar that remained with him throughout his life and could not be healed.
I saw him holding the knee of his left leg with both hands, lifting his left foot, and jumping down the stone steps with his right leg. Maybe because he was too anxious, he crossed an extra step and accidentally fell down at the foot of the step.
Zi Yang happened to push open the fence door at this moment, looked at the man in white lying on the ground, and walked over with some curiosity.
When the man in white saw him, he felt like he was seeing a savior. He first pointed at his cheeks, then pointed at the big vat in front of him, and pointed his inverted fist at his mouth.
Zi Yang walked towards the vat, scooped out a ladle of water and handed it to him.
The man in white took the wooden ladle and drank like a whale sucking a cow's drink.
"Zi Yang, what's going on with this fish? Where did you get it from?" Feng Lan walked out of the room with the fish basket, confused.
"Picked it up at the beach."
"Picked it up?"
Zi Yang nodded and said, "Yes, I picked it up."
Feng Lan weighed the dead fish in his palm and said with a smile, "I'll have fish soup again tonight."
Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!
The man in white lying on the ground choked on the water and coughed dozens of times before he regained his composure.
He held the wooden ladle in one hand and pulled Ziyang's trouser leg with the other. He slowly raised his head and said, "You guys will talk later. Can you help me up first? Hiccup~"
Only then did Feng Lan notice the man in white, and was attracted by the patterns on his white cloak. She couldn't help but walk out of the threshold and stopped to observe carefully.
The pattern can be roughly divided into three parts. The first part is shown in the lower right corner of the cloak. There are three black dots. The tallest one is on the upper left side and is penetrated by a black line.
In the second part, three black dots are located in the middle of the cloak, and the tallest one is also on the upper left.
The third part, the three black dots located at the top left of the cloak, are also divided into high and low, and the height between the last two is particularly obvious.
A long line runs through nine black dots, like a mountain peak. The lower right corner is the foot of the mountain, the three in the middle are the mountainside, and the upper left corner of the cloak is the top of the mountain.
After being helped up by Zi Yang, the man in white nodded and said several words of thanks, then reached out and patted the dust on his clothes.
Feng Lan dropped the fish basket and came to the bottom of the steps. She held her chin in her hand and stood behind the man in white. She couldn't help but say, "The pattern on this cloak is quite nice."
After hearing what he said, Ziyang took a few steps forward and looked at the white cloak carefully, "Could this be the formation cloak that Hua Yao said?"
The man in white stretched out his palm and waved it back a few times. His other hand was still patting the dust around him, and he casually replied: "It's just a cloak with array patterns."
As soon as he heard about the array pattern cloak, Zi Yang immediately became interested. He stood in front of the man in white and said excitedly: "Are you really an array master?"
The man in white nodded slightly and said modestly and kindly: "I understand a little, I understand a little."
"Then are you willing to be my friend and go on adventures with me?" Ziyang stared at him expectantly.
Feng Lan paused, slowly walked up the steps, and took the fish basket outside the door back into the room.
The man in white opened his mouth slightly, thought for a while, and pretended not to understand: "I can be your friend, but what do you mean by adventure?"
Zi Yang first glanced at Feng Lan's room, then asked the man in white to squat down, put his little hand next to his ear, and whispered: "To take risks, be my team member and practice together."
The man in white hesitated and said: "Well... I may have to live here for a long time. As for being your team member, I have to seriously consider it."
"Ah? Do you think that my level is lower than yours, so you look down on me?" Ziyang pouted, as if he was angry.
The man in white hurriedly explained: "No, no, I have an injury to my knee and it is difficult to move around. I'm afraid it will drag you down."
Zi Yang said oh, feeling a little depressed, unwilling to let go of the formation master who came to his door.
Then he thought about it again and felt that it was indeed a bit too hasty to ask someone to be his team member as soon as they met. This matter needed to be considered in the long run.
"That's right! How long did you say you wanted to live here for a long time?" Zi Yang asked, looking for another topic.
The man in white looked around at the surrounding mountains and said with concern: "As for this, I will have to observe it carefully. If this place meets my requirements, I will live there for at least two or three years."
Ziyang's anxious heart suddenly became calmer.
The man in white asked quietly: "You seem to need an array master very much. Can you tell me why?"
Zi Yang clapped his fingers and said in detail: "In this world, there are physical arts, swordsmen, formation masters, doctors, poison sorcerers, divination prophets, alchemists, and corpse controllers."
"I want to find eight people with different combat abilities to explore this continent with me."
The man in white thought that he was very strong in physical skills, so he corrected him: "You are wrong, there are seven people, not eight."
Zi Yang's expression changed and he retorted: "That's right! I need eight team members. Counting myself, there are exactly nine."
"You are from the outside world. You should have heard of who is the strongest physical practitioner in the world, right?"
The man in white said with a faint smile: "You don't want to tell me that you want to replace the God of War, right? This joke is not funny at all."
"Martial God? Okay!" Zi Yang nodded firmly, jumped up on the stone table under the peach tree, raised his right fist above his head, and shouted loudly: "I want..."
Crunch!
At this moment, Feng Lan's door suddenly opened, and he immediately closed his mouth without saying the remaining four words.
"What are you going to do?" Feng Lan asked casually as she walked down the steps with the big fish in hand.
Zi Yang jumped off the stone table and said with a smile, "I want to drink fish soup."
Feng Lan didn't hear the conversation between the two, so naturally she couldn't guess what Zi Yang would say, but the man in white standing in the courtyard had a clear mind.
Judging from his posture just now, it was clear that he wanted to say "I want to defeat the God of War." He dared to say such crazy things.
Defeat the God of War? How is this possible?
Although the man in white didn't say it explicitly, he admired his courage in his heart because he said what most people wanted to say but didn't dare to say.
But on the other hand, if you think about it, ignorant people are not timid and move forward without hesitation. This may also be a sign of ignorance.
