Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

  Dengyinghe Back Street, outside the dilapidated hut.

  Cheng Ling leaned on his side and used his eyesight. Through the slit by the small window, he finally could see the wrist of the old woman in the room vaguely.

   On the inside of the old woman's raised wrist, the lines were twisted and intertwined, and it looked like it had a grimace tattooed!

  Cheng Ling moved slightly, while memorizing this somewhat vague pattern, he speculated: A'an smelled of sea water, the old woman had a grimace tattooed on her hand, and the two of them spoke a language that no one could understand—

   Dongsang Islands, Guiying Tribe, this group of pirates are clearly eyeing at sea, ready to **** the iron ore island, who would have thought that they had already sent someone to sneak into Yongzhou City.

   It’s a pity that I don’t understand what they are saying and what exactly these two people are going to do!

  Cheng Ling calmed down, stood outside the door and listened for a while, but the two people in the room suddenly fell silent after the argument.

  The old woman let go of the hand that grabbed A'an, A'an lowered his head, went to the corner of the room and took out a clay pot. Holding the clay pot, he opened the rice jar, scooped up a handful of rice, and seemed to be about to push the door out.

   Cheng Ling, who was outside the house, immediately moved, and lightly climbed to the roof next door, and then landed lightly like a feather along the wall of the house.

  Dengyinghe Back Street area is full of dark cramped and dilapidated small houses, no neat alleys, no transparent routes.

  This place is so good for Tibetans, broken houses are everywhere, crowded and built everywhere. Sewage flows on the ground, garbage can be seen everywhere, people walk on the ground, and even no mice can walk smoothly.

   After Cheng Ling landed lightly, he used his ears to listen to the movement over there.

   Only the sound of washing rice, lighting a fire, and cooking porridge can be heard.

  Cheng Lingsui stopped staying too long, and with a slight movement of her feet, she quickly and secretly left the land.

   What she didn't know was that shortly after she left, A'an cooked porridge under the porch. He brought the porridge into the house with clear soup and little water. At this time, the old woman spoke to him again.

  “*&%￥#…”

  If someone who understands Dongsang language is here at this time, you can understand that what the old woman said is: "Is the person gone?"

A'an pretended to be listening. After listening for a while, he replied with a faint reply: "It's probably gone... Hua Li, is there anyone following me? Can I still know? I'm extremely careful, why are you so unreasonable? To say that someone is following?"

   "Besides, what if someone comes? That person doesn't understand what we're saying."

   As soon as she said those words, Hua Qiu suddenly looked stern.

   Her cloudy eyes shone brightly, and her thin body suddenly sat up straight from the bed.

Hua Er sternly said: "Tu'an, has half a year of comfortable life made you forget all the basic vigilance of our Guiying? I said that someone is someone, even if you don't see someone, it doesn't mean that no one will follow! "

   A'an immediately shrank his head, but replied, "Then you still ask me if I'm gone? It's all in your feelings, I don't know..."

  Hua Li was so angry that she pointed her finger at the person: "You, you are a dead wood!"

  A'an shrank his head again, this time he didn't dare to speak back loudly, but he still muttered: "I tried it before, and the one surnamed Cheng doesn't look very good, Hua Er, you are too careful..."

  Hua Li was sitting on the bed with a thin body, withdrew the hand she just pointed high, hummed, and then fell silent for a long time.

   A'an felt uncomfortable with the silence, and his feet moved slightly. At this time, Hua Ni finally spoke.

   "That's it!" she said, "You have hard wings, and you always feel that you are very capable. If you don't give you a chance to prove yourself, you always think that I am preventing you from making meritorious deeds. Since that's the case..."

   A'an raised his head suddenly and said in surprise, "Hua, do you agree with me to do that?"

  Hua Li was silent with gloomy eyes, but her silence seemed to be a kind of acquiescence.

  After Cheng Ling left the Dengying River area, he went straight to the Fuyang Palace again.

   She had written down the conversation between A'an and the old woman that she heard just now. Although she didn't know what it meant, she felt that it was necessary to talk to Xiao Man.

  Two quarters of an hour later, Cheng Ling arrived at the Fuyang Palace.

  Xiao Man was surprised by her leaving and returning, so he asked, "Brother Cheng, what happened?"

  Cheng Ling opened his mouth and said, "The low-spirited past couple goes to...%￥#@&*..."

   Xiao Man was stunned for a moment, then said in surprise, "Brother Cheng, you actually know Dongsang?"

   It turned out that Cheng Ling had actually overheard the conversation between A'an and the old woman before, without a single syllable, and directly recited it!

  Cheng Lingdao: "It turns out that this is indeed Dongsang. I don't know Dongsang, but I heard two Dongsang people talking before, and I was worried that there was some important information, so I wrote it down."

  Xiao Man looked at Cheng Ling with a particularly magical look, and asked, "You don't understand Dongsang, but you can forcefully memorize the syllables they speak and repeat them word for word?"

While    questioning, Xiao Man looked at Cheng Ling, full of admiration.

   This matter may not seem difficult to say, but it is actually very difficult. Those who can do it are extraordinary people.

   Xiao Man couldn't help but said: "Brother Cheng, I thought you were amazing, but your amazingness is still beyond my expectations."

  Looking at this bragging, Cheng Ling felt embarrassed.

   She smiled subtly, and was about to say a few words of modesty when Xiao Man said again: "I don't understand Dongsang, but there are people here who do."

   said, he stretched out his palm and patted it, calling out, "Qi Qi!"

   The voice fell, and a gray figure flickered, as if it appeared out of thin air, and came to the room.

   Of course, in fact, this person can't appear out of thin air, he is just extremely light and fast, so fast that Cheng Ling's eyesight only feels like a flower in front of him.

   The man in gray knelt down on one knee and saluted Xiao Man.

   Xiao Man waved his hand and said, "Get up and translate this Dongsang language." He looked at Cheng Ling.

  Cheng Ling then repeated the conversation he had just heard, sentence by sentence.

  Qiqi was like an inconspicuous shadow, standing quietly aside, Cheng Ling said something, and he translated it.

   "Hua, I received news from the sea today. Lord Si Ming ordered me to assassinate Luo's eldest son."

   "What? The eldest son of the Luo family? Let you assassinate? No, I won't let you go!"

"Why? Hua Li! We stay in Yongzhou City, isn't it just to listen to orders from the sea at any time? Assassinating Luo's eldest son, this is my graduation mission. If I can complete it, I will be the most amazing ghost hero of the new generation. !"

   "You are so naive. Do you think the eldest son of the Luo family is so easy to assassinate? Be careful that there is no return!"

   "Huagie, I've already reached the third rank in my hidden art..."

   "No, wait! Ah An, did you, did you come back with a tail?"

   Conversation stops abruptly here.