第八章 师父的藏钱罐丢了

林风刚把云梦安顿在破庙里，自己找了个角落啃了口干硬的干粮，就听见外面传来云梦尖锐的嗓门：“林风！你给我过来！”

林风头也不抬，嘴里嚼着东西含糊道：“干嘛？嫌我法力低，不够给你当靠山是吧？”

“你胡说什么！”云梦气冲冲跑进来，揪住林风的衣领就晃，“师父我早就说了，你这种糙汉肯定没安好心！”

林风被晃得头晕眼花， reclaimed the food from her grasp, grumbled, "It's not that I'm malicious, it's just that I really can't afford it. Down the mountain, I only took out a few catties of rice and some silver ingots."

云梦's eyes widened, her expression shifting from anger to disbelief. She quickly rummaged through the small bamboo basket she had, which was supposed to contain her meager belongings. To her horror, it was empty. The silver ingots and the bag of rice were gone.

"Where... where did it all go?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Lin Wind, who had finished his meal, casually scratched his chin. "That's right. I told you I'm broke, didn't I? How did you think I could feed you?"

云梦's face turned deathly pale. She had trusted him, had believed in his lies about being a powerful cultivator. But now, she realized he was nothing but a liar and a scoundrel.