Journey to the heavens starting from the fox demon

What should I do? Why do I feel that he is excited? Is he ready to do something?

Time passed by every minute and every second, and half an hour had passed in the blink of an eye.

One of them sat cross-legged on the bed, the other knelt on the ground, neither of them moved, and the scene was very strange for a while.

Zhang Zhiwei: "┗(T﹏T)┛"

It's no good, the muscles have been tensed for a long time, and the legs have been pressed to the point of numbness.He was still kneeling, master, but he didn't expect that Ye Xing was really a master hiding on Longhu Mountain.

If Yexing heard what the old heavenly master was thinking, he might cry on the spot.

Because it was quite painful for him to kneel, his legs were already numb, and the clothes on his back were already wet a lot.

God, when will the test of the old heavenly master end!

1 minute, 2 minutes...

After another half an hour, Zhang Zhiwei's whole body was tense, and his legs sitting cross-legged had no feeling.Because of the tightness of the legs, coupled with sitting cross-legged, the legs are originally stacked up and down.

The blood in the legs that are compressed will not flow smoothly, and the nerves of the legs will naturally be compressed and numb.

His eyes widened, and a trace of sweat appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's forehead.

And Ye Xing himself was dying. If he raised his head now, he would find that his face was pale and his eyes were dull.

Keeping this posture for a long time, he was almost desperate.

This is more painful than practicing meditation. The key is that Ye Xing dare not use qi. Who knows if this is also the test of the old celestial master.

In this way, both of them are able to speak to each other.

The scene was very quiet for a while.

Finally, Ye Xing couldn't hold it up first, and his already fat body fell to the wooden board with a bang.

People have passed out.

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

Could it be that he guessed wrong?

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it's here to kill.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of walking in Zhang Zhiwei's ear.

Then I heard a few knocks on the door, "Old Heavenly Master, we are disciples on patrol, did something happen?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced down at Ye Xing who was unconscious, and confirmed that the other party really didn't bring any murder weapon.

"It's okay, it's just that the stool fell down accidentally." Zhang Zhiwei said nonsense seriously.

A few patrolling disciples outside the door believed it when they heard it.After all, it is what the old celestial master said, so can it be false?

Then he was ready to say goodbye and continue patrolling.

But Zhang Zhiwei's eyes moved, as if he remembered something, and asked a few disciples outside the door: "Do you know anything unusual about your brother Ye Xing in the past few days?"

"No, the disciple didn't find any difference between Senior Brother Ye Xing and the usual."

"Did you find anything?" The leading patrolling disciple asked the rest.

"I didn't find out either."

"No."

Several people shook their heads with unclear expressions.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned secretly, and without saying anything else, he was about to send them away.

Unexpectedly, a disciple said casually at this time: "If you want to say something different, I remember that during the daytime today, Senior Brother Ye Xing said that you hit him on the back of the head, Master Tian, ​​to tell him to go to the The room of the old celestial master, teaching him peerless magic skills."

Zhang Zhiwei's eyelids twitched, feeling that he had grasped some key point, "Then you know, why does your brother Ye Xing think so?"

"I remember Senior Brother Ye Xing had a book of Journey to the West on his bedside. Today Senior Brother Ye Xing asked me how much time I had for one night. He also said that Monkey King's master Bodhi Patriarch used this method to open a small stove for Monkey King."

Zhang Zhiwei understood immediately after hearing this, his face was gloomy, and he said in a somewhat unfriendly tone: "Okay, it's none of your business, you go to patrol."

"Yes!"

Until a few patrolling disciples walked away, Zhang Zhiwei slowly moved his numb legs a few times, thinking about how to punish Ye Xing who made him fearful.

corporal punishment?

No, as a respected old heavenly master, he absolutely cannot punish his disciples physically.

To convince people with virtue...

Doesn't he like to watch Journey to the West? Let him enjoy it.He copied the original text of Journey to the West ten times. This is not corporal punishment, but education of love.

Zhang Zhiwei turned around, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

……

Compared with the next period of time, the Yexing Taoist priest who will be forced to work harder.Ji Yun, his fellow countryman and good friend, chatted and laughed with Zhang Chulan in front of a bonfire.

It's just that Zhang Chulan didn't listen to what he said most of the time. Instead, his eyes kept drifting towards the opposite side of the campfire.

On the opposite side, Wang Yu closed his eyes expressionlessly.

A few beauties around him, headed by Lu Linglong, kept chirping around him.

"Brother Wang, you are so handsome during the day! That Jia Zhengliang was knocked out by you with one punch."

"Brother Wang, can you add me as a friend, I want to discuss the style of that punch with you."

"Brother Wang..."

Wang Yu resisted the urge to leave, what was the situation, why so many hands took the opportunity to anoint him.

If a beautiful woman oils her, he will bear it.

But why are those beauties acting so reserved, while the ones anointed are ugly girls who are obsessed with their looks and are as confident as they are.

He put up with the fat head and big ear sausage mouth, but...

Wang Yu carefully opened a slit in his eyes, and in his eyes was a scumbag girl with thick black hair on her legs and beard.

He almost spit out the overnight meal.