Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound when he looked at her, but he couldn't help but think of the conversation between those people when he was in the car. Then he whispered: "you try to keep up with me, don't leave the list."

Chen Xingyan didn't know what she meant, but she nodded.

Zhao Siqing looked up the mountain and thought that if she went on like this, Chen Xingyan would not be in danger.

But I'm afraid that when I have a rest in the middle, someone will have a bad idea about her.

As time went by, Chen Xingyan was already walking more and more slowly, and a group of strong men began to lose their strength.

Midnight is the time when people are most tired. After a long day, most of them are tired.

But Zhao Siqing slept well during the day, with clear eyes.

"Take a rest, brother long. I'm so tired!" Someone couldn't help shouting.

"Yes, brother long, we've been climbing for two hours, haven't we?"

The first man hesitated for a while, then said: "the next gentle slope brothers rest for a while, to add strength."

Ten minutes later, the group stopped slowly and found a place to sit down.

Chen Xingyan remembers Zhao Siqing's words and sits next to her. She is thirsty, but smart.

Zhao Siqing took advantage of the rest of the crowd, gently took out the mold at his waist, and continued to polish the rope on his hand.

The light in the mountain is dim, and she is not afraid to be found.

At this time, some people can't help complaining: "this little girl really can toss and turn, Chen Lao is also a ghost who believes her!"

"That peddler just said that there was a wise monk. I'm not sure that there was something true in her words." Said the other.

Then, the man sitting opposite Zhao Siqing looked at Zhao Siqing and said, "Hey, that monk is really as powerful as you said?"

Zhao Siqing looked at him and said slowly: "naturally."

"Then when we get to the mountain, can the elder brothers find him to calculate?" Men are a little excited, with a touch of curiosity and expectation.

Zhao Siqing knew that since ancient times, Chinese people have always had a complex feeling for the eight character fate. half-believe in.

Zhao Siqing looked at man Wen and said, "if you want to find him, you are afraid that it will not be possible."

"Why?" The man couldn't help asking questions, and other people's eyes fell on Zhao Siqing.

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and said slowly, "because we are all small people. If we were not born with strange or noble life, wise monks would not speak easily."

A group of people are silent, although no one is willing to admit that she is a mole ant, but Zhao Siqing's words include her own, it does not make these lives uncomfortable.

"You don't look at me, do you look at me?" \B a man looks at Zhao Siqing.

Zhao Siqing couldn't help but feel funny, but he also looked at the man carefully.

"Courage comes from lack of wisdom, loyalty comes from lack of justice. Young people are often ill - behaved. They are like a gram mother. Their father and son are thin Zhao Siqing spoke slowly.

The man was stupefied for a few seconds, turning to look at some of his companions who were waiting for him to speak and said, "it's a real hit!"

What Zhao Siqing didn't say was that the man's life was also short in appearance.

But she is not really proficient in it. At the beginning, she just thought it interesting and studied more, but in the final analysis, what she can do is just to coax people, which may not be accurate.

"All right, let's go!" Long Ge, who hasn't been making a sound, speaks in a deep voice.