"Is this the bamboo tube you cut?" Cheng Yun picked up a piece of bamboo tube that was extremely close to the length and size in one hand, staring at the little mage incredibly.

These two pieces of bamboo tubes are not only similar, but also have extremely smooth sections on both sides, which are even smoother than those sawed with a saw, like polished bamboo products. They are like chopsticks.

"Yes!" the little mage replied happily, as if waiting for Cheng Yun to praise him.

"You cut it?"

"yes!"

"Was it chopped with this broken scimitar?" Cheng Yun threw down the bamboo tube, picked up the broken scimitar again, and stared at him in surprise.

"Yes, right, don't believe me, ask Yin...hey? Where did the person go?" The little mage turned his head to see Yin, but found that Yin had already run down the top of the mountain. He couldn't help but buckle his head in confusion - this guy is really stupid. He actually ran away when he was praised! Well, that, everyone saw it. I, Cai Zhifei, didn't mean to take the credit on his own!

Cheng Yan also stared at the bamboo tube on the ground for a long time, then looked up at the little mage, full of confusion.

Cheng Yun was silent for a while and felt that his IQ was insulted. But the webmaster was the webmaster after all. He quickly looked at the little mage again, even gave him a wink, and then threw out the steps: "Are you sure that you didn't pick it up?"

The little mage stared at him blankly without saying a word.

He was a little confused.

He didn't know why the webmaster asked him repeatedly, but it was like the teacher sucking him up in class to answer questions. After he said the answer, the teacher asked him to confirm repeatedly... Even if he didn't understand where the problem was, he wouldn't dare to say anything casually. If Yin's wife stood beside him, he might be able to secretly look at Yin's wife's reaction from the corner of his eyes, but unfortunately, Yin's wife had already run away.

The little mage glanced at Zhu Jiayan, but found that this guy was staring at him without blinking, as if he was waiting for his answer.

At this time, he saw the stationmaster quickly stand up, which scared him so much that he panicked.

"That." Cheng Yun pointed to a pile of bamboo tubes on the ground, picked up a machete, and said to him, "There is a small spring outlet over there. You and I will carry the bamboo tube to wash it."

"Oh, oh..." The little mage quickly obeyed the order.

Sure enough, when he was walking on the road, he was scolded by the stationmaster.

Only then did he know what was wrong.

The little mage cut the bamboo tube open and cleaned it according to the instructions of the stationmaster, while gritting his teeth with hatred.

That short guy! He is so loyal and powerful that he is not afraid of heaven or earth. As a result, he runs away silently when he encounters something and makes him scolded alone!

It's over. Now in the mind of the webmaster, he must have become an unreliable idiot.

The little mage is filled with sorrow.

After washing the bamboo tube, he returned to the top of the mountain, and all the firewood pickers had returned. The little mage noticed that in addition to the small bags made of dead branches, there was also a whole dry tree on the ground, as thick as an arm, and the trunk seemed to be broken by something. The others were staring at Yin Nuxia.

The little mage couldn't help but throw a gloating expression towards the female hero Yin.

Sure enough, his eyes caught a headache when he glanced at the stationmaster. Thinking that Female Yin might be scolded later, he remained calm and his heart was instantly balanced.

At this time, the female hero Yin said as if she was seeking credit: "Webmaster, I just found a dead tree. Then Tang Yaoyao and I rushed up and kicked, and it broke. Then I dragged it back. Can you see it be used to burn it?"

Cheng Yun was stunned for a moment and nodded and said, "It's best to cut it into small pieces for barbecue."

Little wizard: "???"

This is actually the operation!

Cheng Yun seemed to hear the sound of the academic master's IQ being crushed and broken by the second fool, very crisp.

Shaking his head, he handed the iron stickers for skewers to everyone, saying, "Each person is a skewer, and it depends on everyone's skills to bake the batter. The seasonings are placed here, and they also put them on their own. They can put whatever taste they like, and they will blame themselves if they are not delicious."

He had no intention of baking it for everyone, because he came out for fun and didn't really have to eat. The most important thing was the fun of doing it yourself, and eating it wasn't that important.

After the division was finished, he took out the lighter and started lighting it.

He lit a total of two fires, which were close together, and there were two pits on the ground. A group of people sat around the fire, each holding a long iron stick in his hand, and the sausage more than ten centimeters long swayed at the top of the iron stick, and was smoked by the fire.

Cheng Yun handed his sausage to Cheng Yan to help roast it, and then put the roasted chicken and the roasted rabbit on a branch stand.

Then he started making bamboo tube pea tips again.

The method is also very simple. Put the pea tip into the bamboo tube, put the seasoning and half a piece of sausage on the fire. As long as the bamboo tube is not burned, you basically don’t have to worry about overheating.

With bamboo tubes on the fire and chickens and rabbits on it, it would be much easier for everyone to grill sausages. At least they didn’t have to hold them all the time. They could borrow some force on the branches or bamboo tubes, or put them directly on them. Then the group of people started to chat and laugh easily.

Tang Qingying put the sausage on the bamboo tube. She freed her hands, smiled sweetly, then moved to the side and sat down bent against a big stone, took out a small notebook and a pencil, and started painting at the people who were barbecuing.

To be precise, it was against Cheng Yun and Cheng Yan.

Feng Han and his group were a little surprised and said, "The little girls nowadays are so versatile!"

Tang Qingying was still focused on painting, looking up at Cheng Yun from time to time, but a curve appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Cheng Yun also smiled and said, "She studies art."

"Oh! So that's it!"

"I feel that girls who can draw are all very elegant." Peng Manxuan glanced at Tang Qingying. The girl sitting with her legs bent and had a very good figure, a very beautiful face, and a full of youthful atmosphere. She leaned the painting on her slender thighs and painted it intently. Between the green mountains and blue sky, it happened to be a good weather, and it was as beautiful as a beautiful painting.

"The brainless girl, how can she have any temperament?" Cheng Yun shook his head, but smiled happily.

"Hey!" Peng Manxuan glanced at Zhu Jiayan, the youngest among them, and squeezed his eyes and said, "Jiayan, aren't you also a talented boy?"

"Ah...ah?" Zhu Jiayan looked confused.

"This kid has been absent-minded since he started." Feng Han frowned and said with a confused look on his face.

"No... nothing." Zhu Jiayan shook his head repeatedly.

After pausing, he turned to look at the female hero Yin and the little mage: "That, let's ask, that... the bamboo tube was really not cut by you?"

"I picked it up." The little mage replied trunkly.

"Then...you cut the bamboo...so brush it..."

"I'm very strong." said Yin Female Hero seriously.

"This... is too big!" Zhu Jiayan looked at the narrow scar on the face of the Female Yin, and quickly withdrew his gaze. He felt that this was impolite. Thinking of the little mage's previous title of Female Yin, he still felt that it was too unreal.

"Ahem!" Peng Manxuan coughed dryly and winked at him again, "I'm asking if you have any talent, take it out and perform, and give you a chance to perform!"

"No...no talent." Zhu Jiayan was absent-minded.

"No?"

"No, let's call Sister Qiuya perform. It can sing and dance, and always like to show off." Zhu Jiayan said.

"Okay! Sister, I'll sing a song for you to cheer you up!" Cheng Qiuya seemed to have finally found an opportunity, and as soon as she turned over, she took out the guitar from behind, stood up and held it and played it.

After the song was finished, everyone applauded.

Cheng Qiuya then smiled and pretended to be modest and said repeatedly: "I'm offering ugly things."

Cheng Yun took a small brush and brushed a layer of oil on the roasted chicken and rabbit, and quickly said, "There are also people here who know how to be talented!"

"who?"

"Come one! Come one!"

"Ahem." Cheng Yun glanced at the little mage.

The little mage chuckled, stood up immediately, and said to Cheng Qiuya: "Borrow the piano and use it!"

Everyone quickly applauded.

Lin Yuanwu stared at the little mage even more.

Soon, the little mage's white fingers plucked the strings, and the gentle sound of the piano began to sound.

The group immediately became quiet and gradually became involved as if they were listening to a classical concert.

After a long prelude, the little mage started singing, and then everyone realized that this was not pure music, but songs.

But no one questioned them, nor did they have the heart to question them.

The moment the voice of the young mage sounded, their souls were already tightly grasped.

Tang Qingying stopped the pen in her hand, Cheng Yan was motionless with the iron sign, and the female hero Yin stared at him with a eager eye. The little girl Yu Di lowered her head. Even the little luoli, who was sitting next to Cheng Yun, looked at the little mage with her head in front of her.

Cheng Qiuya and her group's expressions also frozen.

Lin Yuanwu's eyes were shining, as if he had been caught in a soul.

Cheng Qiuya herself is in the entertainment industry and she can sing, so she understands more clearly what status this song will have if it appears in the entertainment industry, and how difficult it is to sing it as a little wizard.

The little mage's voice is very neutral, but it sounds very nice. This song seems to be a low voice and sings into everyone's hearts.

After a while, he played the last note, put down the guitar and looked at everyone, blinking his eyes twice.

“…Is it ugly?”

Everyone then realized and quickly applauded.

Lin Yuanwu said immediately: "It sounds so good. I didn't expect you to be so beautiful and sing so nicely. Will you give others a way to live!"

Feng Han and Peng Manxuan echoed one after another.

The little mage simply wanted to curse.

Cheng Qiuya hurriedly asked: "Who wrote this song? Why have I never heard it?"

Little wizard: "…"

Cheng Yan added lightly: "He wrote it himself."

"Written by yourself?"

"Written by yourself?"

Everyone's eyes widened.

Lin Yuanwu's eyes lit up at the little mage and said, "The talent is so good! I have to say that God is indeed unfair sometimes!"

The little mage tried hard to hold his breath.

If the stationmaster hadn't been next to him, he would have picked up a branch and rushed up, and let the foolish one feel the mage's combat power!

The most surprising thing was Cheng Qiuya.

The gold medal songwriter in the industry is unattainable to her, but she never expected that she now has a person with good singing skills and talent in front of her, willing to work as a cashier in a small hotel.
Chapter completed!