Sister, you miss me

Da da da.

Until all the bullets were used up and the empty warehouse hung up, Mingguang flexed his knees and knelt on the ground weakly, the red light slowly dissipating in his eyes.

"Father, fellow seniors, Mingguang has revenge for you, so I'll go all the way."

Mingguang cast his five bodies to the ground, crying bitterly.

After a long while, Yang Feng helped him up.

Mingguang said with red and swollen eye circles, "Brother, thank you."

Yang Feng nodded and sighed softly, "What are your plans for the future."

"I don't know." Mingguang shook his head.

Although his Dharma is profound, he hasn't been involved in the world, and he doesn't know anything about the outside world. In addition, at a young age, he has suddenly undergone major changes, so he is completely ignorant of the future.

"Do you want to continue practicing, or..."

"I want to follow brother." Mingguang said eagerly, pulling his empty sleeves.

Yang Feng thought for a while and said, "Also, joining the world is also a kind of practice."

Burial is individual labor.

The fragmented bodies of the three explorers were thrown directly into the ice cracks, but the Great Monk Hongri and the fellow mentors would always go into the soil for safety.

In fact, Tibetans have the custom of celestial burial. However, the Xuankong Temple is in the belly of an iceberg. It is difficult to fly birds, celestial burials, and the year of the monkey.

It is said that it is safe to go into the soil, but it is safe to go into the ice.

Although Yang Feng cracked the ice palm and burst into more than fifty pits, it was almost collapsed.

Heaven, white and black.

Junko Yanagi made dinner tonight.

Lamb in a copper pot.

The whole piece of Tibetan antelope meat is frozen on ice and then sliced ​​into thin slices with an explorer's dagger.

Junko adjusted three bowls of vinegar sauce, Yang Feng consumed too much physical strength, and his internal strength was almost exhausted, so he started to eat.

Ming Guang was unhappy and barely moved his chopsticks.

Chunzi touched Yang Feng with his elbow, and shook his mouth.

Yang Feng took a look, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Chunzi, serve wine."

It is a milk wine made from yak milk. Yang Feng has only drank it once. If you evaluate it, it will taste like a knife cut without any taste.

However, it's okay to use wine to pour your sorrows.

Yang Feng poured two sea bowls, and one of them was pushed in front of Mingguang.

"Brother..."

"Did it."

After Yang Feng said, he took the lead and brightened the bottom of the bowl.

Mingguang gritted his teeth and dried his mouth, then coughed desperately, tearing down.

Yang Feng quickly slapped him on the back, but he hugged Yang Feng's waist and cried bitterly.

"It's okay, it's all over, don't be afraid, there are seniors in everything."

Yang Feng patted and spoke softly, slowly, Mingguang fell asleep like this.

Yang Feng sighed softly, returned his eyes to the room, returned to the kitchen, and continued to eat and drink.

"Sir, Junko has a drink with you."

Yang Feng glanced at her beautiful face and nodded: "Okay."

Junko filled the two with wine, and she said, "Sir..."

Yang Feng waved his hand: "Call your name!"

Junko shook her lips, "Yang... Feng."

"If you have anything, let's talk."

Just now, Junko Liu Sheng's words came to her lips and interrupted. At this moment, she was a little embarrassed. After a long time of courage, she said, "Thank you, Yang Feng."

"Thank me? Thank me for what?" Yang Feng asked as he cooked a piece of meat in the tumbling soup pot.

"If it weren't for you, I would have become a cold corpse in the glacier."

"It turned out to be this." Yang Feng shook his head: "Don't mention the past, okay?"

"Ok."

"Speaking of which, I should thank you. Without you, wouldn't I have had a boring life for these three years?"

"I can really bring you joy to Mr.... to Yang Feng," Junko Liu said excitedly.

"of course."

"I respect you." Junko Liu Sheng held up the wine bowl.

With a bang, Yang Feng drank a mouthful, and Junko Liu took a sip and coughed gently while covering her mouth. She didn't expect that the wine made from milk could be so strong.

"The taste is not very good, it is harder to drink than sake, you can't drink it, don’t force it.

"It's okay." Junko Liu Sheng frowned and did.

Yang Feng shook his head, saying that he was still a stubborn girl.

After a while, Junko Liu brought a bowl again and invited him to drink, and Yang Feng couldn't laugh or cry: "Drink slowly, this drink has great stamina."

Junko Yanagi shook his head: "Are we going to leave here soon?"

Yang Feng nodded: "The three-year period I promised to Master Sang Ma has come, and it's time to go down the mountain."

"After going down the mountain, will I be separated from you?" She looked down at the wine bowl and said softly.

"Yes, each has its own life, each has its own concerns, and we are going to separate, but we should be regarded as friends and can be contacted."

"You..." Liu Shengchunzi raised a pretty face, with two rows of teardrops hanging on, "Yang Feng, do you know, you are my life and my concern."

"What..." Yang Feng was stunned.

"You can bring the light, there is not much more, and I will follow you."

"This..." Yang Feng drank a big sip of wine, not looking at Junko Liu's fiery gaze, and said: "Thank you for your love to me, but you should remember that I told you that I have a girlfriend, a child It's all there, so..."

"Stop talking," Junko Yanu interrupted him, "drinking."

"it is good."

A bucket of almost five liters of milk and wine was divided between the two, both of them drank a bit too much. The two leaned back out of the kitchen. When the cold wind blew, Yang Feng suddenly became sober.

The room where you look at is lit. Is he awake?After turning this thought in his mind, Yang Feng didn't care too much.

Send Junko Yanagyu back to the room, shake back to his room with one step at a time.

Now, the room in the Xuankong Temple is more than enough for one man.

After washing and falling on the bed, Yang Feng had many thoughts.

The Xuankong Temple is a good place to escape from the world. However, staying here to escape forever is no way after all. Some things, some people, will eventually have to be faced, and some cause and effect will eventually come to an end.

It is absolutely impossible to say that you don't hate Nie Qing, but can you cut off her arm to vent your anger?Yang Feng asked himself, he couldn't do it at all.

Sang Ma's words are still in my ears: There is nothing wrong with loving someone, everyone has the right to love.

The reason why Nie Qing faced each other with swords and swords, he did not handle this feeling well, and had to bear part of the reason.

But, is it to let her go like this, let go of the woman who turned herself into a crippled woman?

Yang Feng asked himself, and absolutely couldn't do it.

Leaving this aside, there are two small problems.

One, how to hand over the statue of Tiansha Ming to the country.

Second, how to explain your injury to people who care about yourself.As of now, most people are still kept in the dark.

Today, both physical strength and internal strength were in short supply, and he drank a little too high. After thinking about it, Yang Feng's eyelids started fighting.

At this moment, a fiery body hugged him from behind, and Yang Feng's body was shocked, and he asked how his alertness was so low.

Of course it was Junko Yanagi. She was young and perfect because her body was close to her, she was obviously not touched, and she was obviously shivering.

"Chunzi, don't do this." Yang Feng didn't dare to look back.

"Yang Feng, we are leaving soon. I know that after leaving here, you will deliberately avoid me. It will be difficult for us to meet again. Couldn't you leave a little memory for Junko?"

It's for this reason.

Yang Feng turned over and cast his eyes into Liu Shengchunzi's sincere, affectionate and hot eyes.

Finally sighed and reluctantly acquiesced.

"Thank you." Junko Yanagi knelt on the bed and bowed, then happily blew out the oil lamp.

Early the next morning.

Yang Feng opened his eyes, feeling refreshed, no one beside his pillow, only a faint fragrance.

The messy sheets prove the madness of last night.

Yang Feng rubbed his head, draped and got out of bed, Liu Shengchunzi brought wash water, and towels were placed on the copper basin. The bright and pretty face was covered with a faint blush, which was a little more mature.

"Wash your face and eat." Junko Yanu said weakly.

Yang Feng nodded and looked at the back of Junko Liu Sheng's departure. He remembered that he had heard someone say "take an American salary and marry a Japanese wife", but I can't remember the others.

Now it seems that Japanese wives are really good at serving men.

After sighing and washing, Yang Feng walked into the kitchen, and Junko Liu and Mingguang were there.

Breakfast is goat's milk, corn paste, wowotou, and pickles.

There are three bowls on the table, only the ones left to Yang Feng are obviously different, like the texture of sapphire, and they are irregular.

"This is..." Yang Feng's heart was shocked, as if thinking of something, he turned his head and ran to a skating coffin. As expected, Sang Ma had already been replaced by Yumu's head.

Yang Feng staggered, Mingguang supported him from behind.

Ming Guang said, "Brother, Ming Guang has been busy all night, and fortunately he has not insulted his life, and finally completed his teacher's death."

"That bone bowl..." Yang Feng swallowed, unable to speak.

"It's called Gabala." Mingguang corrected it. "Only the bone bowl made of the skull of an eminent monk who has attained the Tao and died of life is called Gabala. It is used to serve rice and soup to avoid evil. It is a treasure that countless Tibetans dream of. "

"Serve rice, drink soup?" Yang Feng's face turned green.

Sang Ma is an eminent monk, and Yang Feng respects him very much. Yes, but he wants to use his skull as a rice bowl. This...this...who knows if there are any leftovers of Master Sang Ma in it.

His eyes seemed to possess mind-reading skills, and he could directly see Yang Feng's heart. He said, "Brother, Mingguang uses unique tantric craftsmanship. In terms of hygiene, seniors don't have to worry at all."

Yang Feng smiled bitterly, not only in terms of hygiene, but also in psychological aspects.

To eat with Gabala requires not only a strong stomach but also a strong heart.

"Mingguang!" Yang Feng squeezed out a smile, "Brother discuss with you."

"Brother, please speak."

"Our brothers don't distinguish each other, or that... you use that Gabala first."

"How can it be done, absolutely not." Ming Guangyi is stern, "That is something appointed by your teacher to leave you. I can't covet it, let alone overstep it."

"Then you carry the head office." This is the only compromise that Yang Feng can think of.

"This is fine." Mingguang nodded.

He is a younger brother, and he will follow his brother to travel around the world. Of course, he will carry the luggage.

Yang Feng gritted his teeth, his nerves strained, and he used Gabala to drink a bowl of corn paste, like fighting a battle and almost collapsed.

Then, Mingguang cleaned up the softness, and Junko Yanagi probably packed up the things of the two of them, and was about to leave.

In fact, they did not know how to leave.

Junko Yanagi remembers the place where he fell from the Khumbu Glacier last time, not far from the Hanging Temple, but the intersection in the iceberg is complex and changeable, who knows if there is a way out.

However, the three of them all have one mind, let's take one step at a time.

Yang Feng knelt down and bowed to the ice coffin of Sangma and Hongri, and Junko Liu stood behind him for a while.

Mingguang shed tears again: "My teacher, father, fellow brothers, Mingguang is leaving, I hope you can rest in peace, and I hope you bless brothers and Mingguang."

In the voice, there was a long mutter, and a dark shadow slowly fell from the crack in the ice, and it became bigger.