A bowl of noodles in itself loses the taste, and it is even more uncomfortable to eat under the gaze of others.

I want to eat or not, and I am hungry.

When I was eating, I suddenly heard the sound of a whip beating.

Crisp and sweet.

What followed was a woman's babble.

"drive!"

The carriage galloped past, dusty.

Ling Luoyu and others covered their noses with their hands one after another, but decided to cover the bowl with their hands.

The dust entrance made him cough.

Everyone: "..."

After the dust passed, Dingmiao's face turned gray, and a bowl of noodles turned gray.

Dingmiao: "..."

Xiao Er was savvy and walked over quickly: "Guest, look at this...or else, let me change you a bowl?"

"No, I deserve it!"

Dingmiao got up angrily, dumped the money, and walked towards Lijiazhai first.

Feng Chenglin leaned close to Ling Luoyu: "San Young Master, does our Young Master Miao have a grudge against Li Family Village? How come you have a face of bitterness and hatred when you mention something inside?"

"You haven't heard, did he come here often when he was a child?" Zhou Yan said with a solemn eyes: "Perhaps, there are people he doesn't want to know, or something he doesn't want to remember!"

Ling Luoyu then got up: "Since he said he wants to go straight through, let's not stay. Anyway, if the mountain does not open, it has nothing to do with us!"

That Xiaoer was right, there was a lot of traffic and people in Li's village.

Not to mention riding in a car, riding a horse is difficult.

The four looked at each other, dismounted, and led the horse forward.

Dingmiao walked in the forefront, not squinting, it seemed that he wanted to pass through the city and leave this place at the fastest speed.

It was the first time Feng Chenglin saw a market with so many people and walked slowly.

When he recovered, Ling Luoyu and others had disappeared.

"These few people are leaving really fast... as if a ghost is urging their lives!"

He wrapped the candied haws and bought some small snacks. He flew up to the roof, glanced around, and found Ling Luoyu's direction.

Leading the horse to chase the past: "Three Young Masters..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes must be on Dingmiao, indifferent to Feng Chenglin's disappearance: "What did you do?"

"I bought something delicious..." took out the candied haws and distributed them to Zhou Yan, only to find that Dingmiao was gone: "Where is the young master Miao?"

"What about it!" Zhou Yan took the rock candy fox, ate one, and frowned sourly: "I've been standing there for a long time, and I don't know what to look at."

Following his instructions, Feng Chenglin discovered that Dingmiao was surrounded by a group of people in a corner, seeming to be reading a notice.

"Isn't he in a hurry to leave? Why is there still something wrong?" Feng Chenglin threw the thing to Zhou Yan and squeezed into the crowd.

"Announcement... Open the mountains to worship the gods, the tower gods shake the spirit, open the heavens, follow the heart, and succeed!"

Glancing at the temple, he found that he was still staring at the notice and couldn't help but be speechless.

"What's there to read about these few words?"

Moreover, looking at it for a long time, there was no response.

Dingmiao didn't seem to notice what he was talking about, and looked at the notice without blinking.

"Set the temple?"

Feng Chenglin found that something was wrong with him, so he suppressed his joke and shook his hand in front of his eyes.

"what happened to you?"

Dingmiao's eyes blinked eagerly, and he took a breath, as if he had just recovered, and suddenly turned to Fengchenglin.

"what happened?"

"What's wrong? I asked you what's wrong?"

Feng Chenglin's worried right hand shook in front of him a few more times.

"You just lost your mind. Did something happen?"