Alien Snack Bar

Early the next morning, the snake-catchers in Xiagou Village assembled the Snake King Temple. Amin’s leg injury has recovered, and he is going to help, and once again, thank Qin Fei.

But everyone came, the building of the out-of-town snack bar was missing, as if it had never existed before, the original place was overgrown.

"Speaking of this, the snack shop's house was suddenly abrupt, and now disappears overnight, and the Qin boss raises his hand to kill the snake king. It is a land god!"

The more the more and more evil, the latter, many people in the original snack bar shop incense to pray: "The gods greatly bless me to make a fortune."

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Thirty miles of road, with Qin Fei's footsteps, arrived in the morning.

The Hanging Pot Mountain, like the rumors, is like a big kettle, a spout flying spring, a waterfall roaring, and you can hear the movement.

This era is good, no one suddenly stuck you saying that you have to collect a few hundred tickets, Qin Fei along the Yangchangshan Road, ready to climb the mountain to see the scenery.

Blowing the mountain wind, listening to the birds singing, and occasionally a few wild monkeys peek into the trees, this feeling is very comfortable.

But this kind of ambiguity did not last long. There was a group of people on the mountainside. It seemed that the students of a certain college had accompanied the autumn tour, and there was a lot of noise, and the dandruff was thrown all over the floor.

Qin Fei sighed: "Trouble let."

The mountain road is not spacious. Qin Fei wants to climb and must pass through them.

These students were disturbed and not very happy, but they were still careful to make way.

Qin Fei passed through them and found that the students were stuck in the middle of the mountain to chisel the poems on the mountain wall.

The ancient literati had this point. It is not good to go anywhere. If you go anywhere, you like to sculpt your work on the stone. If it is really a famous article, it will be as annoying as the posterior psoriasis advertisement and destroy the environment.

Qin Feishun took a look at the poems they carved.

""You Hu Shan" - look at the pot mountain is dark, the top is thin and the head is thick. If the pot mountain is turned upside down, the bottom is fine and thick."

Qin Fei did not hold back and laughed.

"What smile do you laugh at?" A student felt insulted and stopped Qin Fei.

"Oh... I think this poem is really good, very good!" The other party is not afraid of many people, but Qin Fei laughed after all.

"Lessly add garlic, you are clearly ridiculed!" This student's IQ is barely passing, not being fooled.

Qin Fei thinks for a moment: "Do you want me to laugh again?"

The student’s fist creaked: “Either you make a poem to look at it, or eat me a punch!”

This is forcing me to copy poetry. I really just want to be a quiet beauty chef.

Qin Fei didn't want to intensify the contradictions and had to think for a moment: "Well, I will simply say one."

"Rizhao Hushan is a purple smoke, and the waterfall is hanging in front of the waterfall.

The flow is three thousand feet straight down, and it is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days. ”

This is the "Wangyu Mountain Waterfall" by Shi Xian Li Bai. When reading the text, Qin Fei slightly changed it. The heart can shake your group of young bastards.

Unexpectedly, the student stunned and grabbed Qin Fei’s collar and shouted: "Well, how do you know that I am Zhao Hushan, why should I be?"

Qin Fei looked awkward, what a ghost?

Fortunately, other students persuaded people to explain it for a long time. This Zhao Hushan only understood that it was the meaning of the sun shining over the pot.

"It turns out that good poetry, good poetry!"

The students became polite, asked Qin Fei’s surname, and said that he would help to engrave the poem.

Qin Fei slightly hesitated, copying Li Bai's poem itself is not good, and copying his name is even more excessive, so he said: "My name is Qin Fei, Qin Shihuang's Qin, flying flying, don't be wrong."

After resigning from this group of students, Qin Fei finally boarded the top of the Hushan Mountain. Everything was at his feet, and his heart was full of pride.

Can not help but think of Du Fu's Deng Taishan that year, the last sentence will be the top of the summit, the list of mountains is small, it is magnificent.

Qin Fei wants to sigh a little differently, and for a long time: "I am jealous."

In the afternoon, Qin Fei came to the deep pool where the waterfall under the mountain fell. The pool was very deep, and it was not until the end. Some large white fish with a white body occasionally surfaced.

When Qin Fei went down the mountain, he was already starved. He didn’t catch two fish to bake.

However, these fish have been subjected to waterfall erosion all the year round, tough and healthy, and it is impossible to grasp by hand. The reason why human beings are human beings, not monkeys, is the key to using tools.

Qin Fei was close to the cliff, pulled some vines, and prepared to make a large net fish.

Just pulled down a vine, the rock wall reveals a personal face, and scared Qin Fei.

"Young people, I am sorry to scare you."

Still a big living person can talk, it looks like fifty or sixty years old, that is, some moss on the body, it seems wolf.

"Old man, what are you doing inside the vine?" Qin Fei’s heart is not peekaboo, people forgot to come to you?

The old man said: "I am retreating, and in a few days I will become a land god."

Qin Fei mouth corner, land gods? Terrestrial neuropathy.

I stopped paying attention to it. Qin Fei took the vines and made a big net to go fishing.

After fishing a few times, Qin Fei has captured three fat fish, one by one, one cat and one cat, and one left, I am afraid I can’t finish it.

"Old man, do you eat fish?" Qin Fei asked.

The land **** said: "No, I am in the valley, and I will give up before eating."

Pull, Qin Fei will leave him alone, handle a few fish, bring firewood, and roast.

Because the terrain under the waterfall was not spacious enough, and I was afraid of scaring the old man, Qin Fei did not change the snack bar~www.wuxiahere.com~ but the pot and bowl can still be taken.

During the small fire slow roasting, Qin Fei went to pick some wild mushrooms, and luckily encountered a heatstroke bamboo rat, and chose some wild vegetables.

After a while, Qin Fei stewed a pot of mushroom and bamboo rat soup, and made grilled fish with spicy, cardamom and pickled pepper flavors.

The sky is dark, the bonfire is shining, the fish is fragrant...

The land gods looked at this scene, and the saliva swallowed and swallowed, and the eyes were resentful.

In the past few days, he was in a whim, and there will be a disaster today.

Whether it is a landslide or a ground crack, the land gods are not afraid, but never imagined that the robbery was brought by this young man.

The way to the valley, it is all these dusts, only to fade away the mortal nature, in order to become a fairy.

Qin Fei ate his mouth full of oil and light, and saw that the land gods had swallowed water, and they greeted one sentence: "The old man, you really don't eat?"

"I...I..." The old man struggled and suddenly burst out of the vines. "I eat."

The old man is not afraid of hot, just holding a grilled fish from the iron plate and opening it, while he shed tears: "My way."

"His mother, really incense."

The old man will cry for a while and laugh, Qin Fei is a little dumb, really so delicious?

The old man ate a whole round of pickled peppers and grilled fish, and drank a few bowls of mushroom and bamboo rat soup. He didn't cry and didn't make a fuss. He said: "Go to his goddess, don't do it."

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