Chapter 271: Something was stolen

A few of the people who talked have come in over the past few years, and two of them, like Qian Mian, were lay disciples who were arranged by their parents to exercise here.

Qian Miao patted each of their heads: "If you have time, go for training. Don't be curious and don't let things go until late."

The younger brothers felt pain and touched the top of their heads.

At this moment, there was the sound of the door opening.

Qian Miao turned his head and looked over, first froze and then lowered his head, then slowly rolled up the corners of his lips.

Can't help but laugh.

Two seconds later, he couldn't help but glanced forward, and then smiled again.

The gray robe was wrapped around him. It was two yards full, the hem that should have reached the ankle. At this time, it only reached the middle of his legs. The sleeves were longer than the hands, so they looked suitable on him. The loose robe became a slim fit on him, so he simply didn’t fold it up, let it spread out, and only wear it as a coat. Inside, the top was a white bottom shirt, and the bottom was gray trousers and waist. There was a black belt tied in between, and when he walked steadily, he had the temperament of an ancient warrior.

The inappropriate outer robe weakened his natural awe-inspiring aura, forming a kind of contrast.

This dress reminded her of the samurai in the Warring States Period of R Kingdom, and she couldn't help but make up for him wearing a "moon generation" hairstyle-the kind of samurai hairstyle with shaved middle hair.

It was this brain supplement that made her laugh.

Looking at it again, I couldn't help but imagine the appearance of a bunch of beards in others.

Now, it's a sword.

She pursed her lips and held back her smile, but she didn't succeed.

"Yeah, why did you take that?" A monk accused him of just now

The monk scratched his head: "I took the wrong robe, I took mine..."

"Brother, take it off, I'll get you another one."

Feng Xian looked at the girl who lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes soft: "No, it's good."

It doesn't matter if she can laugh and be funny.

Qian Miao noticed his gaze, smiled a little, and stood up: "Let's go eat first."

Although the fast food in the temple was light, she missed it for so long without eating.

Feng Xian followed her to the place where she was eating-Wuguantang.

Monks have rules for eating. They cannot speak or waste food. They must sit in a correct posture and have a serious attitude.

Under such rules, rice is used very quickly.

The abbot seemed to be very interested in Fengxian. After dinner, he left him to chat alone for a while.

Qian Miao leaned on the big red pillar and occasionally glanced into the hall.

In a calm moment, suddenly a monk ran up, his face hurried.

"Senior Sister, it's not good, your things have been stolen."

Qianmiao's eyelids sank: "It was stolen?"

She glanced at the Fengxian inside, and then stepped forward.

When she came to the room where Feng Xian put her things, she glanced at the table, and she saw that Feng Xian's backpack was taken apart, and it was empty. The snacks and gifts to Master were gone.

"Senior Sister, I just came over and saw the man escaping in the direction of the back mountain. He was wearing a red gown and jeans. He was short, but his back was very wide. He should be a man. Wow, he ran well. So fast, I can't see people after running over. The problem is that the road can only be walked over the wall. The wall is three meters high. This stealing skill is really good."

Qian Miao walked over and twisted a pinch of hair from the table, his expression was like this: ▼_▼