Pope System of Rebirth

Qin Lang knew that today's matter was definitely not that simple. He looked up and saw Wang Tingting standing outside the tent, with a face full of anxiety. He was afraid that she would take the initiative to admit that she had caught the fish. Qin Lang quietly winked at her and stared at the old man.

Sartre said: "Uncle Sartre, why are you so sure that we stole the sacred fish? Look at the things on the table. Do we look like fish stealers?"

There were six kinds of pastries on the table, as well as the best sweet soup with bean paste filling. Old Sartre frowned and his aura did not weaken but said angrily: "You must have done it on purpose, deliberately taking away the sacred fish so that Moon Lake

The water dried up, causing the Daxi tribe to go into exile again. You must be undercover agents, undercover agents from Donglong City."

Qin Lang was furious. Although he had a good temper, he couldn't let others ride on his head like this again and again. He stared at the old Sartre sideways and said coldly: "You can show me the evidence first."

Old Sartre raised his crutch and hit it hard on the ground and said: "Okay, let me show you the evidence." After saying that, he turned around and was about to pull Wang Tingting who was standing at the door. Qin Lang quickly took the lead and blocked Wang Tingting from behind and Old Sartre.

He said tit for tat: "Tell me something if you have something to say." He held Wang Tingting's hand tightly and tried to comfort her not to worry. The fish was already eaten, and the only way to solve it was to think again.

Old Sartre knew that Qin Lang was very good at martial arts. When he met those sharp and bright eyes, his aging body was shocked by his aura. He took a step back and did not dare to lower the crutch he raised.

"It was this damn girl who caught the divine fish that day while I was away." Old Sartre said in a trembling voice, holding the hands of brothers Luda and Lu Xi: "You two have to make the decision for the Darxi tribe. Is the divine fish gone?"

I’m afraid Moon Lake can’t be saved either.”

Luda looked serious, looked at Qin Lang and said: "Brother Qin Lang, you have to give us an explanation for this matter."

Lu Xi said: "Brother Qin Lang, what's going on?"

Wang Xiang and Yan Liu had already heard the commotion inside, and rushed out of the tent carrying the guy. Yan Liu was holding a big spoon in his hand, and Wang Xiang was holding the kitchen knife just now.

The two parties are very angry and are likely to explode soon.

Qin Lang raised his hand to block the two of them and cursed: "Get out, don't come here to cause trouble." He turned to look at Luda and Lu Xi: "My sister, I have never stolen the divine fish. Five days, give me five days."

Time. I will find out the truth."

Old Sartre said: "Two days. I'm afraid you will escape with them."

Qin Lang grabbed an earthen bowl on the table. He looked at Luda and the Luxi brothers threw the bowl to the ground. The earthen bowl fell into pieces.

"I, Qin Lang, will keep my word. If I escape, I will end up like this. My body will be broken to pieces."

Old Sartre was still about to have an attack. Lu Xi held him back. Luda said: "Brother Qin Lang, we are friends, and I will give you two days. I just hope that Uncle Sartre has recognized the wrong person."

After that, he took Old Sartre and left the tent.

Qin Lang and his party watched the three of them go away. Wang Xiang slammed the kitchen knife on the table and said bitterly: "Boss, I have told you that they are not good people. It doesn't matter what they do. If the Daxi tribe doesn't keep us, we will have nothing to do with it."

Other places to go.”

Yan Liu didn't know what happened so he couldn't speak. Wang Tingting, the person involved, had tears in her eyes and whispered: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have gone to Moon Lake."

Qin Lang said with relief: "What are you afraid of? It's just two fishes. I have my own way. Trust me!" He looked at Wang Tingting and winked at her. This kind of thing will always happen. Old Sartre's conspiracy will definitely come true.

It’s just that the time is sooner or later.

"Besides, the divine fish must not have been stolen."

Wang Tingting said: "But what was that we ate a few days ago?"

Qin Lang smiled mysteriously and asked Yan Liu to put down the tent, and then motioned for the three of them to sit down. He walked to where he was sitting, picked up a piece of pastry, put it in his mouth and tasted it. It was a little glutinous, not as wrinkled as the ones on earth.

He frowned and didn't look at the three people standing there stupidly: "Sit down and eat. If you eat it when it's cold, you'll get upset. They won't eat, but we have to eat."

It seemed as if what just happened never happened at all.

Yan Liu and Wang Xiang looked at each other, and Wang Tingting stood nervously and did not dare to sit down.

"Hey!" Qin Lang looked up at the three of them and sighed: "You have to smile more in life. Smiling often is good for your health. Do you understand? Why do you have to be sad about big things? When things happen, you have to solve them instead of going to them.

If you are sad or have a sad time, why not use these things to solve the problem and have a smile." He started to demonstrate, raised his head, smiled happily and sunnyly, showing his neat and white teeth, but unfortunately there were big cakes on his teeth.

It affected his image and made him look like a clown.

Wang Tingting burst out laughing when she saw his appearance.

Qin Lang took out his teeth, clapped his hands and said, "That's right. Think about it. The divine fish is so important. How could a shrewd person like Old Sartre let us catch the fish? Besides, we didn't steal it at all, right!"

"But!" Wang Tingting had something to say. Qin Lang raised his hand to signal her not to say anything. He stared at her and said, "We didn't steal it. We definitely didn't steal the divine fish. Do you believe me?"

Yan Liu nodded, Wang Xiang and Tingting hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"So, starting tomorrow, we are going to do one thing, and only one thing." Qin Lang looked at the three of them happily, with the dimple on his left face exposed.

The three of them looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what the mysterious Qin Lang was going to do.

Qin Lang said to Wang Xiang: "Let's make preparations tonight and find me three slender poles." Wang Xiang nodded and was about to go out. Qin Lang shouted again: "Why are you in a hurry? Eat first, such a good pastry.

It’s not good to waste it.” He said and called the three of them to sit together and eat dessert, as if old Sartre and the Lu brothers had never been here.

But Wang Tingting didn't know what to eat and was always brooding about things. Qin Lang saw that Wang Xiang's sister might do something stupid because of her personality, so he decided to enlighten her alone for a while, as well as Yan Liu and Ruda.

Lu Xi took over the handover with Donglong City according to the plan he said. Yan Liu was the biggest flaw. Recently, he was afraid that he would have to avoid the limelight and show as little publicity as possible. This matter also needs to be talked about.

Fishing rods, Qin Lang made three fishing rods early the next morning, one for Wang Xiang, one for Wang Tingting, and one for himself. As for the fat cook Yan Liu, Qin Lang talked to him at night and he tried not to talk to him too much during this period.

It's better to keep in touch with people until the incident with the Bloody Cavalry is over. It's not too late to show up, so Yan Liu needs to be an invisible person in the remaining time, hiding as deeply as possible.

Walk.

fishing……

After eating breakfast early in the morning, Qin Lang strode to Old Sartre's tent by Moon Lake, sat on the wooden pile he had moved, winked at Wang Tingting, swung the pole, and started fishing.

Wang Xiang and Wang Tingting both heard what Qin Lang was going to do, so they felt a lot more relieved. Wang Xiang even cleared his throat and shouted a few times. Wang Tingting covered her mouth and snickered. She also started fishing seriously.

Qin Lang squinted at the old Sartre's tent and saw that there was no movement. Thinking that the old man was sleeping very well, he winked at Wang Xiang, who opened his throat and began to recite poetry.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight,

The sun sets over the long river.

…

Then he looked at Qin Lang. He couldn't remember the rest of it. Wang Xiang was a bumpkin who couldn't read a single Chinese character. Qin Lang moved his lips to remind him, and he sighed and continued mumbling.

Xiao Guan chooses to ride,

They are all protected by Yan Ran.

…

This voice shouted loud and clear. Although there was a pause in the middle, it was enough to wake up old Sartre from his sleep.

There was a movement in the tent, and old Sartre walked out wearing a blanket. The wrinkles on his face were tightly squeezed together, as if he had not yet adapted to the fact that he was awake and relaxed in time.

"You, what are you doing?" When he saw Qin Lang and the others fishing at his door, he was so frightened that he suddenly woke up.

"There is a fishing rod, and there is the truth." Qin Lang grinned and said, "It's not necessarily true that the big fish in Moon Lake ate the sacred fish. I fished it out and dug it up to take a look. I'm sorry for disturbing Uncle Sartre.

Forgive me."

"Get out of here, no fishing is allowed in Moon Lake." Old Sartre was very nervous and shouted.

Qin Lang still smiled calmly and said: "That was before, the divine fish was stolen by others. There are no divine fish in this lake anymore. Fishing is a matter of course. The blame for the divine fish's loss is on me. I'm close to him."

At the scene, investigating the truth, fishing is also serious

There are hundreds of things to do. Besides, isn’t Uncle Sart eager to find the divine fish? The divine fish is related to the safety of the Darcy tribe. Naturally, I have to work harder and bring my friends to catch all the fish in the lake to find out.

It is said that they may not know where the sacred fish went."

What he said was so reasonable and well-founded that it made old Sartre so angry that his face turned blue and his mouth twitched: "You are talking nonsense. How can a fish tell you anything?"

"Oh!" Qin Lang looked at him with wide eyes: "This is different, I can listen to the fish. If Old Sartre wants to find the fish thief quickly, don't bother him anymore." In this sentence

No honorifics used at all.

Old Sartre was so angry that he could not speak. He knew that he could not defeat Qin Lang, so he picked up his crutch and rushed to the camp of the two Lu brothers, planning to bring in reinforcements.

Qin Lang waved to him and said: "Go slowly, don't send it away. There are three of us guarding your house, no one can steal it."

Wang Tingting looked worried at the old Sartre who left angrily: "Brother Qin Lang, this is not good!"

"What's wrong? I'm telling the truth. Come fishing, fishing, and concentrate on it." Qin Lang sat upright, his arms motionless, the pole slightly bent, and the float wandered with the water, like a fisherman.

Wang Xiang originally thought that the boss's martial arts skills were amazing. Today he discovered that the boss was not only great in martial arts, but his eloquence was also unmatched. There was no room for others to reply to what he said. He was really curious about where the boss came from, so he spoke

Asked: "Boss, where did you come from?"

Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders and looked at Moon Lake, which was so pure that there was no impurity in it. He thought that he would not know where he came from if I told you. He smiled and said: "You must be smarter. I told you in the abyss of death that you can sleep well."

I have a bed in heaven and earth, and I have food for hundreds of families, but I am a homeless man in Longteng Continent."

"I don't believe it." Wang Xiang shook his head and said, "How can a homeless man have such a powerful ability?"

"You have such a classy outlook." Qin Lang said the words of a great man in his hometown.

Wang Tingting suddenly shouted: "Brother Qin Lang, the fish is hooked..."

"Wow." Qin Lang cheered happily. After the fish floated three times, he pulled hard and a golden carp rolled in the air. The golden scales reflected the unusual beauty of the early morning sun.

"Wow, a good start! A good sign." Qin Lang put the golden carp in the barrel and laughed: "You two have to hurry up, I have taken the lead, and tonight's fish feast depends on you two..."

The angry old Sartre rushed into the camp of the two Lu brothers early in the morning and told them everything. However, the Daxi tribe did not stipulate that other fish in the lake except the sacred fish could not be caught. Luda comforted the old man.

Sartre said he promised to give Qin Lang five days. These five days

He was left to do his own thing for the first time. After five days, he would have no reason to find anything. Old Sartre left the camp. The two Lu brothers were not in a hurry, but he was very anxious, so they came in a hurry.

We arrived outside a tent near the desert to the west of the Daxi tribe.

This tent is also gray and patched like the surrounding area, but there is a very green small lawn in front of the tent.

Planting lawns in the desert is very atmospheric.

"Master Zhao is having a good time." Old Sartre, who spoke loudly and loudly, was whispering in a low voice at this moment, which was completely different from usual.

"Old Sartre is here." The tent was raised. A middle-aged man with his head tied high and a blue gown came out with a faint smile on his face and a pair of clear and bright eyes under his thick eyebrows.

"Come in quickly." He stretched out his hand to lift the tarpaulin and let old Sartre go in first. Everything seemed polite.

In the tent, there is a table and a painting. Several weapons are neatly arranged on the left side. There is a screen on the right side of the table. Behind the screen is a sleeping place. Old Sartre seems to come to this place often. He walks to the right side to sit there very familiarly.

Sit cross-legged where you sleep.

Zhao Jushi folded his long sleeves, set up a small wooden table, came out and sat down, and poured a glass of water for Old Sartre. Although the teapot on the small table was just an ordinary earthen teapot, it had sketches of birds on it, which made the ordinary

The earthen pot looks a bit more elegant in its simplicity.

"Hey!" Old Sartre sighed and took a sip of water: "The baby is disobedient, give Sangmenxing five days."

"Oh!" Zhao Jushi was a little surprised, added a little more water to old Sartre's small cup, and said slowly: "Uncle Sartre did everything as I told him."

"Jun Zhao, you are a great sage. How dare I change the method you told me? It's just that the Sangmen Xingya has a sharp mouth and really good martial arts. I thought I couldn't get out of the Donglong City, but I didn't expect it."

He came out and seemed to be doing much better than when he first came here."

"Oh! He was trapped in Donglong City?" Zhao Jushi put down the small cup in his hand and asked curiously.

Old Sartre said: "Master Zhao didn't know something. A few days ago, Sangmenxing went to Donglong City and heard that the cavalry he let go last time found him. Wang Xiang escaped and took away one of the blood-stricken cavalry.

That’s how he was rescued.”

Zhao Jushi pondered for a moment, then tapped his fingers lightly on the table to make a ticking sound: "Uncle Sart hates him to the core, why don't you borrow the power of Donglong City from there?"

"Hey, it's all Ruda's fault. I didn't know until Wang Xiang, the two dead boys from Luxi, took him away. Now the two brothers have been completely blinded by Qin Lang, thinking that he is a good person."

"Things are not easy to handle now." Master Zhao stopped tapping, and there was no sound in the tent again. Old Sartre saw that the only smile on his face had faded, and his heart tightened: "Master Zhao

Why do you say this?"

"One member of the Bloody Cavalry has left, and the remaining ones cannot be retained. I'm afraid that within ten days, Donglong City will definitely send heavy troops." Zhao Jushi's eyes were bright, and he saw the matter clearly.

"This." Old Sartre was shocked: "Zhao Jushi, you must save the Darcy tribe with your clever plan."

Zhao Jushi thought for a moment and said calmly: "Things can only be done step by step. Let's take a look at Qin Lang's affairs first. What is he doing now?"

"I can't drive them away when I'm fishing at Moon Lake." Old Sartre coughed, extremely angry, because Qin Lang had brought great danger to the Daxi tribe.

"Fishing... is interesting."

Jushi Zhao seems to be very interested in Qin Lang.

"Take me to see it."

…

Here, Old Sartre took Master Zhao to watch Qin Lang fishing. Qin Lang had good luck. He caught four fish in a row and felt very happy. Wang Tingting also caught two. Only Wang Xiang was unlucky and none of the fish took the bait.

, which made him very depressed.

"The consequences of not sitting still." Qin Lang gave him a very intuitive evaluation. He kept talking about it while fishing, and even the fish were scared away.

"Let's go, this morning was good, let's continue during the day." Qin Lang stretched and looked at the fish that were still alive and kicking in the barrel. He felt comfortable and even seemed to have forgotten some of the troubles of finding the thief.

There were two pairs of eyes looking at him from a distance, one from the old Sartre and one from the mysterious layman Zhao.

"That's him. He said he was a refugee and appeared in the Daxi tribe for no reason."

"This son must be a dragon or a phoenix among men." Zhao Jushi was slightly surprised when he saw Qin Lang's appearance. He is proficient in hexagrams and arithmetic. It can be said that he knows astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom. When he saw Qin Lang, his eyes were plump and his face was red.

There was a faint sign of power in the light. A hint of surprise finally appeared on the indifferent face.

"Among men are dragons and phoenixes? Didn't Master Zhao say that my Luda and Lu Xi are born to be the leader of the party? Is it possible that this lost star has a better life than them?" Old Sartre was shocked, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows relaxed slightly.

Like a piece of crumpled linen being constantly rubbed.

"Wait a minute." Zhao Jushi asked Old Sartre to stay where he was, but he did not hide anymore. He walked slowly towards Qin Lang, picked up three fishing rods and prepared to leave. Qin Lang, who was full of joy and was about to leave, looked up and saw a man.

The stranger walked towards him with a smile on his face and ignored him. He just thought he was looking for old Sartre.

The road between the two of them was very wide. The three of them were laughing and planning to go back, but the stranger happened to take the middle spot and came towards Qin Lang. Qin Lang saw that this man was wearing a green shirt and a square scarf on his head, just like an ancient man.

The scholar walked straight towards him as if he didn't see him at all, so he took the initiative to move to the left.

Unexpectedly, the scholar also walked to the left. Qin Lang returned to his original position. The scholar came over again. Qin Lang smiled helplessly at him, thinking that he was also letting himself compete for the seat. So he made a gesture of invitation.

, stood still and wanted to let him pass first.

The scholar didn't say a word and still stood opposite him.

"You, the boss, took the initiative to let you go." Wang Xiang put down the barrel in his hand to fight Qin Lang's injustice.

"Friends, please come over first!" Qin Lang was not angry. Young people in the new era are very well-educated.

The scholar looked at him motionless.

Qin Lang was very curious and waved his hand in front of him, wondering if this man was a fool.

"You took my place." The scholar spoke up.

"Didn't I let you go?" Wang Xiang put his hands on his hips and took a breath of air, feeling that this person was too slow.

Qin Lang shook his head and moved to the left again, for him

Wang Tingting looked at the scholar curiously: "Sir, brother Qin Lang has given you a place, please leave quickly."

"Block, he's blocking me." The scholar's tone was dull.

With a smile on his face, Qin Lang stretched out his hand to let Wang Xiang and Wang Tingting pass first. He carried the fishing rod and looked at the scholar in front of him, only thinking that this person was very interesting.

"The road is at your feet. Just go straight forward and you will get to where you want to go. No matter what is blocking the way."

"It's indeed blocked." The scholar still maintained his original tone and said extremely seriously.

"The road is already long enough for you to walk, why do you say I'm blocking it." Qin Lang had a smile on his face but was still not angry enough to ask the scholar why.

"The road is here." The scholar pointed to his chest and then to his eyes: "I saw you blocking the road, so you blocked it. This road is mine."

Qin Lang's heart was moved, how could he meet an idealist? He didn't understand this, so he stared at the scholar with squinted eyes and said: "There is no way in this world. The more people walk, the more people will find the way."

He borrowed a quote from a certain scholar. The scholar was stunned for a moment, and he could naturally understand the meaning of the words. The road belongs to everyone, but not to you alone. One person cannot walk the same road.

"Can you give way now?" Qin Lang admired his appearance. How could the thousands-year-old culture of his hometown be surpassed by a scholar?

The scholar immediately returned to his previous expression, turned his head and looked at Qin Lang: "But I feel that the road is still blocked, how can the image of all living beings be compared to the image of me alone."

"Ha." Qin Lang felt very funny after hearing this sentence and laughed repeatedly.

Wang Xiang and Wang Tingting couldn't understand what they were doing now, they just felt that they were talking nonsense.

"Is the image of all living beings not as good as yours?" Qin Lang's smile faded and he asked the scholar for advice.

The scholar raised his head proudly, the answer was already determined.

"Hit." Qin Lang suddenly raised his hand and shouted, throwing a fishing rod to Wang Xiang who was standing behind the scholar.

"Dare, I am a scholar."

"Fight." Qin Lang didn't care whether he was a scholar or a top pick. He was still the top pick in his hometown, which was much higher than him.

Wang Xiang hesitated for a moment and then heard Qin Lang's shout, picked up the fishing rod, and the two of them attacked up and down, one after the other.

There was only a pounding sound, dust was flying, and the scholar fell to the ground and begged for mercy, in great embarrassment.

Qin Lang sneered and said: "After reading a book for a few years, you have forgotten the book. What path should you take? It's your fault? Why are there such big differences between the same scholars? They are pedantic, pedantic!"

Mr. Zhao was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he could not speak.

"Let's go." Qin Lang resisted the fishing rod and walked back in the direction, leaving behind a sentence.

"A scholar cannot explain clearly when he encounters a soldier. What's more, you are full of nonsense, do you understand?"

"A bunch of barbarians are nothing to worry about."

After Zhao Jushi was beaten, he came to this conclusion. The bruises on his face prevented him from expressing too much, but the twinkling light in his clear eyes showed that he felt that it was worthwhile to test out the opponent's reality. He

These remarks made old Sartre admire him even more.

"Don't think too much, the divine fish incident will definitely drive him out of the Darcy tribe. Monitor his every move."

It was a shame that he could come up with this conclusion that was almost yy to the extreme. But Old Sartre believed in him so much that he went back to monitor Qin Lang's every move with peace of mind.

…

The next day, Qin Lang was fishing.

Continuing to observe, Master Zhao did not come to a conclusion.

On the third day, Qin Lang continued fishing and then had a fish banquet. By the way, he also called many refugees from the Daxi tribe.

There is no use in buying people's hearts, Zhao Jushi came to the conclusion this time.

On the fourth day, Qin Lang finished his morning exercise and went fishing alone. Wang Xiang slept in the tent. Wang Tingting did housework.

It was already the fourth day, and Qin Lang seemed to have completely forgotten about looking for the divine fish. Master Zhao was a little confused. He walked around the tent, guessing what he was going to do.

Continue to monitor...

At noon on the fourth day, Wang Xiang left the Daxi tribe on horseback. As soon as the news came, Zhao Jushi showed a smile on his red and swollen face and said to old Sartre: "Congratulations, I'm afraid that Sangmenxing is afraid, so prepare

Escaped."

Old Sartre was very happy, and the tension in his heart finally relaxed.

On the fifth day, Old Sartre and Master Zhao firmly believed that Qin Lang would definitely escape.

Unexpectedly, in the early morning of the fifth day, Qin Lang suddenly shouted in the Daxi tribe, everyone, come and see, I have found the lost divine fish. Apart from Old Sartre and the Lu brothers, I have found the lost divine fish.

Except for Zhao Jushi and Qin Lang, no one else knew about it.

This was shouted out to him, and most of the refugees in the Darcy tribe knew about it. The news spread from ten to ten, and in a short time all the refugees in the Darcy tribe gathered outside the old Sutter's door to seek the truth.

Qin Lang, Wang Xiang and Tingting stood outside the old Sartre's tent. Old Sartre comforted everyone and said: "We can only ask the new Qin Lang about the divine fish. Someone saw him next to him a few days ago.

The woman stole the sacred fish from the old man and cooked it for him to eat."

When everyone heard this, there was a great uproar. In their eyes, the divine fish was the hope of the Daxi tribe. How could it be cooked and eaten by two outsiders? Everyone looked at Qin Lang and the others angrily.

At this time, the two brothers Lu Da and Lu Xi also came, squeezed into the crowd and said to everyone: "Quiet, quiet, let's listen to Qin Lang say a few words."

Qin Lang didn't care about the eyes of everyone, with a warm smile on his face: "Dear friends, Qin Lang did not steal the divine fish. I am afraid that someone is secretly trying to destroy the Daxi tribe, so I have been doing this every day for the past five days.

I was looking for the truth, and I finally found it this morning."

"Nonsense, when did you look for it? You have been fishing all day for the past five days. Everyone has seen this." The person who spoke was none other than Zhao Jushi, who beat Qin Lang that day. He was still dressed in green.

However, the bruises on his face were still swollen and were as swollen as two steamed buns, making Qin Lang almost unrecognizable. Listening to the meaning of his words, it was obvious that this person was with the old Sartre.

.

Wang Xiang was a little nervous and asked quietly: "Boss, will this method work?"

"Don't worry." Qin Lang comforted Wang Xiang and winked at Wang Tingting beside him. Wang Tingting stood up and said, "I haven't seen any magic fish, and I haven't stolen any magic fish. Someone is deliberately causing trouble. Now Qin

Brother Lang has found out everything." The voice was clear and sweet, and it was very useful to listen to.

"That's nonsense. Master Zhao, please tell me what you saw that day to save them from making excuses." Old Sartre looked like he had a chance to win. For Luda's sake, Lu Xi could sit firmly as the leader of the Daxi tribe.

In his position, he is willing to pay any price to get rid of people who can influence them both.

Now, Qin Lang is one.

He saved Luda and Lu Xi twice, saved the Darcy tribe from fire and water twice, and single-handedly captured the Blood Cavalry alive. The legendary events in a short period of time filled the Darcy tribe with praise for him.

.

Zhao Jushi walked out from the crowd, cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone knows Mr. Zhao's character."

Some of the refugees responded one after another.

Jushi Zhao is a great sage of the Daxi tribe, and he always keeps his word.

That's right. What Jushi Zhao said must be true.

…

Practitioner Zhao was quite impressed by these calls and stretched out his hand to press down on the leader.

"A few days ago, someone from Zhao came to play chess with Old Sartre. He didn't want Old Sartre to be away, so when he was about to leave, he accidentally saw a panicked woman leaving Moon Lake with her body naked. At first, I thought it was just

I accidentally fell into the Moon Lake and unexpectedly stole the sacred fish. It’s just that Mr. Zhao has poor eyesight. By the time he saw clearly that the woman was holding a sacred fish, he couldn’t catch up.”

After hearing this, everyone was in chaos, and what Zhao Jushi saw was naturally true.

Qin Lang smiled and said: "Jun Zhao is really a great sage. He has poor eyesight but can clearly see that a woman who is walking far away has a fish in her hand. If she is too close, she cannot see it. If she is far enough, she can see it clearly. I admire her even more. I admire her."

"

Qin Lang caught the loophole in Zhao Jushi's words, but he was a thick-skinned person. He said unhurriedly: "Thank you for the compliment."

Qin Lang didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned. He bowed his hands in admiration and returned the favor. Then he looked at the crowd and said, "In the past five days, I have not been fishing again, but I have been asking the fish in the lake where the sacred fish have gone.

.”

People can talk to fish...

This is the first time that the refugees of the Daxi tribe have heard of it.

Jushi Zhao's expression changed slightly: "That's nonsense. How can a fish talk to a human being?"

Qin Lang laughed and looked at Old Sartre: "Uncle Sartre, tell me whether fish can talk to people. If not, how does Uncle Sartre communicate with the divine fish?"

"Uncle Sartre is a prophet. He is favored by the God of Light. How can he be like us?" Someone in the crowd answered for Old Sartre. Old Sartre was very prestigious in the Darcy tribe. He was the one who led a group of thirty

One person found this oasis at the most critical moment.

"I believe this. It's just a coincidence that when Zaixia was traveling in Longteng Continent, I met a priest from the Holy See. He saw that Zaixia was poor and had no skills, so he quietly taught Zaixia how to eavesdrop on the fish, so that Zaixia could eavesdrop on the fish.

I can use this method to find fish to fill my stomach." Qin Lang kept telling lies, and the refugees began to believe him.

"There is no basis for what you say. How do we know whether what you say is true or false?" someone among the refugees asked again.

Qin Lang smiled and said: "Don't worry, if everyone wants to see it, I will let everyone see it."

Please take a look.

Qin Lang walked to the lake with a smile on his face. He raised his hand like a performer and showed the back and front of his hand to everyone.

Empty, nothing.

He stood on the lake, took a deep breath, and raised his hands.

"rise."

As his voice sounded, two fish suddenly jumped out of the water near the shore of Moon Lake. The refugees could really see that they were two fish.

He turned around and looked at old Sartre and said: "I can overhear the fish talking, and naturally I can track their whereabouts."

Old Sartre snorted and said: "It's just luck that a fish happened to jump up."

"Then try something else." Qin Lang turned around, his hands floating in the air, as if he was holding a heavy object in his palms.

"rise."

The water rippled, and five or six fish jumped up accurately and uniformly.

"How about this?" he asked old Sartre and layman Zhao.

Wang Xiang stared at this scene with wide eyes, his admiration for Qin Lang completely shattered. Wang Tingting covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Luda and Lu Xi looked at each other and could not hide their shock.

Old Sartre's face changed slightly, but his temper was as smelly and hard as the stones in the toilet. He argued: "What's the point of making fish jump?"

Zhao Jushi didn't say a word and stared at Qin Lang's hands carefully, hoping to find some speed limit in his hands. Qin Lang deliberately raised his hands to give him a clear look.

"Believe it or not, they will come up in a while and swim neatly on the shore."

Qin Lang is very confident that this is purely a magic trick. The magic was performed seven years ago during the 2010 Spring Festival Gala. The secret of it has been thoroughly revealed online. As long as the conditions are sufficient, everyone can perform it.

, how can anyone not be fooled by using this to deceive compatriots from other worlds with backward science and technology?

Everyone waited quietly without saying a word.

"Wave!" The water rippled and three carp surfaced. Qin Lang tilted his head to listen to their conversation, then straightened up and said, "The fish said that the water was too stuffy today, so he wanted to come up and take a walk." As soon as he finished speaking.

Another seven or eight fish surfaced in succession.

"Let's go." Qin Lang waved his hand with a confident smile on his face, and eleven fish lined up neatly and swam back and forth by the lake.

"Come again."

Yu'er seemed to be able to understand what Qin Lang said.

Following his orders, they turned eastward and westward. Sometimes they lined up in two rows, sometimes in three rows, sometimes they were turning in circles, sometimes they were jumping.

The refugees were stunned and amazed.

Old Sartre was so shocked that his face turned ashen.

Jushi Zhao was so frightened that he shook his head and muttered that it was impossible.

"Do you believe it now?" Qin Lang was very satisfied with today's performance, took back his hand, and a bunch of fish returned to the lake.

this……

This is simply a miracle.

miracle!

This time, some of the refugees had time to breathe and calm their trembling hearts.

The God of Light is always there!

I don't know who shouted, and the refugees chanted one after another. The belief in the God of Light is always firm and very deep in their hearts.

Faith is really a good thing sometimes.

Qin Lang sighed as he looked at the enthusiastic performance of the refugees and smiled at Old Sartre. He also glanced at Master Zhao: "Uncle Sartre. Now do you believe that I have found the divine fish?"

Old Sartre had nothing to say. The methods Qin Lang showed just now were beyond his understanding. He even had the illusion of being pious to the God of Light. There was no such thing in the Darcy tribe.

One could compare to him. What Qin Lang had just done could only be described as a miracle. Only God could do it.

Everything was according to plan. Qin Lang smiled and said: "The divine fish was not stolen by anyone. The fish in Moon Lake told me this news."

"Where is Qin Lang's brother, the divine fish?" Luda woke up from the shock and asked. Qin Lang's existence is really incredible. From the first meeting to now, so many impossible things have been realized for him.

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Qin Lang said to everyone: "The divine fish is beside us." He whispered a few words in Lu Xi's ear. Lu Xi was slightly startled and walked into Old Sartre's tent. After a while, he was holding a soil

Jar came out and looked at old Sartre with an inexplicable expression on his face, as if he was doubtful and disappointed.

Old Sartre was shocked, his face turned pale. He realized that the prestige he had established in the Daxi tribe would soon cease to exist. He looked at the earthen altar in Lu Xi's hand and saw the look in Lu Xi's eyes. Maybe it was connected to Ruda.

The status in the hearts of the two brothers Lu and Xi will no longer exist. He side

Looking at Qin Lang, looking at this enigmatic young man, this young man who could talk to fish and had been guided by a priest, he knew that he should not think of him as a spy, let alone treat him as a spy.

The enemy of his own child, he has deviated from the teachings of the God of Light from the very beginning.

May goodness and holy light be with you.

All consequences are self-inflicted. If you deviate from the teachings of the God of Light, there is only one result.

Perhaps this young man was sent by the God of Light to punish him. Old Sartre's stubborn head lowered and he no longer had any thoughts of resistance.

Qin Lang had been quietly paying attention to old Sartre's changing expression, took the earth altar from Lu Xi's hand, and placed it on a tall wooden stake beside the tent.

"The divine fish is here, not lost."

The refugees all looked at Old Sartre in disbelief. The divine fish had always been in his room. Why did the respected old Sartre say it was stolen? They couldn't figure it out and couldn't figure it out.

"Everyone must be curious why the magic fish is in old Sartre's tent."

Old Sartre trembled. He didn't know how to answer. Master Zhao took advantage of the confusion and quietly withdrew from the crowd.

All the residents of the Darxi tribe looked at Old Sartre, hoping to get the answer from him. Qin Lang also looked at him, with a trace of ridicule on Wang Xiang's face. Wang Tingting's face was blushing, and her blood was congested with excitement. Her excitement was completely

Qin Lang's handsomeness and perfect performance made old Sartre reveal his true colors.

"Old Sartre must have been too excited because he found the divine fish. Let's listen to what the divine fish said." Qin Lang pretended to tilt his ear to the earth altar, and the two red carps in the jar were swimming quietly.

Everyone fell silent. After a "miracle" appeared, Qin Lang's status in the Daxi tribe had reached a very high position. In the eyes of some people, he was even higher than Luda, Lu Xi, and even Qin Lang.

Old Sartre.

Old Sartre's head was spinning. He knew that Qin Lang would never let him go. If not everyone was there, he would have fainted this time.

After "listening" for a long time, Qin Lang glanced at Old Sartre for the last time with a strange look in his eyes, and then said to everyone: "The divine fish said that Old Sartre prayed for the future of the Darxi tribe day and night, so they hid in Old Sartre's house."

In the house, I plan to test whether what Old Sartre said is true. If it is a prayer, it will be carried out." (To be continued...)