She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

"Hey, it would be outrageous if you two little guys don't get married in the future."

Huo Guang, who was watching the excitement, was not afraid of the trouble and started teasing him directly.

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

"Sin, sin!"

Before Nangong Qingyu could speak, the young monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and silently recited the Buddha's name with an extremely flustered expression.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"You brat! You just have to show everything on your face!"

Seeing this, Chen Pingan and Huo Guang laughed loudly at the same time.

"It's your sister's fault!"

Nangong Qingyu also blushed with embarrassment and put her foot on the young monk's body.

"Ouch!"

The little monk who received this kick fell to the ground.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Looking at the little monk lying on the ground, Nangong Qingyu asked casually.

"it's okay no problem."

"But, next time you kick me, remember to hold back a little harder."

"After the training given by Benefactor Chen and Benefactor Jiang, my physical fitness is no longer what it used to be. If you still use so much strength, it will hurt your legs."

The little monk chuckled, got up from the ground, and reminded him while patting the dirt on his big butt.

After being polished by Chen Pingan and Jiang Mi, the young monk's body has become very powerful.

The reason why he fell just now was that the young monk was worried that the power would reverberate to Nangong Qingyu, so he took the initiative to fall down to relieve his strength.

"Stinky monk! Silly monk!"

Hearing what the young monk said, Nangong Qingyu frowned and cursed pretending to be angry.

"Hehe, that's not me. I'm very good at it."

The little monk touched his bald head and showed an innocent smile.

"You bastard! You're so naughty!"

Not far away, Chen Pingan, who saw this scene, couldn't help but complain, and then raised the wine jar in front of him.

"If nothing else, he is much smarter than Jiang Mi when it comes to picking up girls."

"Aren't you also a single person, where are you qualified to talk to me?"

Huo Guang and Jiang Mia were bickering and raising the wine jar at the same time.

With a crisp sound, three wine jars collided together.

In this way, the next time was spent by the three of them clinking glasses or clinking glasses one after another, until the three of them got drunk one after another and fell asleep on the floor.

The next morning.

The three sleeping people were awakened by the holy monk Wu Zen.

After checking the time again, Chen Ping'an and the other three people did not bother to wash up, and just set foot on the road to the Qingshui River with the holy monk Wu Zen in unkempt appearance.

Qingshui River is located in the southernmost part of Jiangnan, separated from Nanshan Temple by mountains, so everyone is not in a hurry because they will definitely be able to arrive before dusk.

However, at this time, Chen Pingan and others did not expect that Hua Yingwu had arrived as early as last night.

And after he arrived at the Qingshui River, he sat on the ground with his eyes closed.

He even turned a blind eye to the observations of the Jiangnan Alliance masters.

Moreover, not long after Chen Pingan and others set off, the little monk's senior phone suddenly rang.

Monk Wu Chan used his savings to buy the mobile phone for the young monk. As for why he chose to buy the mobile phone for the elderly, the reason given by Monk Wu Chan was that he did not want the young monk to be misled by the mobile phone, but in fact it was because he had no money.

Fortunately, the little monk was not interested in mobile phones at all. The reason why he kept this old mobile phone was because his cheap master could not learn to use mobile phones, so he asked him to help convey some messages.

Just like now.

"Master, here it is."

The young monk handed the old machine to the holy monk Wuchan without even looking at it.

"These people really don't let people live in peace."

After seeing the content of the text message on the elderly man's phone, Monk Wuchan sighed.

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to ask, he saw Holy Monk Wuchan shaking his head at him.

"let's go."

"All causes and effects have already been determined, so there is no need to ask any more questions."

The holy monk Wu Zen murmured softly and led everyone to continue towards the Qingshui River.

The so-called Qingshui River, as the name suggests, there is this river here, a crystal clear river, so it is called Qingshui. It was once the most famous and beautiful place in the south of the Yangtze River.

In addition, because the Qingshui River is extremely wide, with long water veins and wide branches, the flowers, plants and trees here are particularly strong due to the blessings of the Qingshui River. No matter which direction you are in, you can see an endless horizon. Grassland and flowers.

Coupled with the gentle breeze from the south of the Yangtze River, being here can only be described with four words: relaxed and happy.

Therefore, this place was a favorite place for literati in the past.

Even in modern times, people who come and go here are self-proclaimed masters and so-called artists.

Because of the unique scenery along the Qingshui River, it is one of the few well-preserved water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

However, this place, today, is about to become a battlefield.

A battlefield that gathers the most powerful people in Jiangnan.

A battlefield that determines the future situation of Jiangnan.

at dusk.

By the Qingshui River.

sunset.

The 12 old people walked side by side and came slowly.

At the same time, in the middle of the Qingshui River, Hua Yingwu suddenly opened his eyes.

Just when their eyes met, the entire Qingshui River was filled with a chilling air, and the atmosphere was even more unusually heavy.

Unconsciously, the air in this area seemed to freeze, and the countless birds and insects around them also stopped chirping.

"Amitabha."

"I shouldn't be late, right?"

Long and distant sounds sounded from all directions.

The holy monk Wu Zen tapped his toes, rode the wind and stepped on the water, and arrived gracefully.