Wang Ke sank his jaw and said nothing more.

Ling Luoyu also lowered his eyes and chuckled, then turned and left.

The eyes of the two did not meet again.

It was not until Ling Luoyu's back disappeared that he turned his head to look at the place where she disappeared.

"good luck!"

When disembarking from the ship, Bian Liangcheng and others did not find Ling Luoyu, but they were not too surprised.

Their suzerain gave them too many different cognitions.

The group packed up their bags, bid farewell to Wang Ke, and headed to Yaoshan Sect.

In the dim and deserted tavern, Ling Luoyu drew something on the paper with the light of the fire, while Feng Chenglin used an iron hook to pull the firewood and added two more.

"This **** weather, it's really cold..."

Ling Luoyu didn't look up: "No matter where you are, you always have to go all the year round, but the winter here is relatively cold!"

"Three young masters, didn't you mean to go..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped, glanced at the cycle alertly, and leaned forward in a low voice.

"Isn't it about going to the Miaojia Castle to find the temple? Why is it still lingering, how good would we just kill it?"

"Are you in a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry, I am in a hurry for you..."

Feng Chenglin really couldn't understand Ling Luoyu.

They should have been in Miao's ancient city a month ago, but now they are fine, they don't know where they are swaying.

"Three young masters, can you tell me something?"

Feng Chenglin sat down beside Ling Luoyu, leaning close to his ear.

"Where are we going?"

"do not know!"

"Yes, I didn't ask!"

Feng Chenglin picked up the jug on the table angrily. When he was about to pour the wine, he realized that there was no wine, so he immediately patted the table impatiently.

"The shopkeeper, where's your wine? Are you afraid that we don't have enough money?"

"I'm coming"

A fifteen-sixteen-year-old boy hurried forward holding the wine jar, chatting and laughing.

"Sorry to the guest officer, my father is out, he is not at home, I am alone... if there is something wrong with the care..."

"Forget it, forget it, you are busy and you go..." Feng Chenglin didn't want to embarrass a child, took the wine jar with one hand and started making it directly.

Ling Luoyu took the paper and pen on the table and returned the pen to the boy, but the paper was taken into the chaos.

In the chaotic environment, nothingness is basking in the sun.

Perceiving the piece of paper, he took it with a smile: "I said, Master...What do you mean by sending a piece of paper in this day? And there are still unintelligible lines..."

For nearly a month, Ling Luoyu would bring in a piece of paper every day.

And every piece of paper will be drawn with confusing lines.

Ling Luoyu didn't bother to pay attention to him, got up and walked out the door.

With the cold wind blowing, Ling Luoyu raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky.

Flip your fingertips, and the ball fan falls in your hand.

"Star map..."

She raised the fan high above her head, corresponding to the constellations in the sky, her eyes sinking slightly.

"Another..."

In the distance, there was the sound of horses hoof treading on the ground.

Ling Luoyu closed the fan and stood calmly to the side of the road.

The tavern they were in was a wine store that lived alone at the foot of the mountain. There was no village in front of them, no town behind, but this one.

In the moonlight, three fast horses galloped past the tavern.

But after a while, he turned back.

The head of the man wore a hat covering his body, almost covering the entire upper body.

But judging from the outline, she is a woman of good figure.

"Little brother, do you stay in your tavern?"

Ling Luoyu stepped aside: "Live! As long as you have money!"