Sword comes

Zhou Fei twisted his fingers, and the woman's soul condensed into a snow-white bead at his fingertips. He gently put it into his sleeve, looked up at the old monk in Jingang Temple, and said bluntly: "Speak back I know that the matter of that dress is related to you, and Zhong Qiu came to the temple to look for you because of this."

But the old monk still refused to talk about the business, his eyes were full of nostalgia, and he looked towards the lush green forest outside the house, "The poor monk has a younger brother who practiced Buddhism together when he was young. , Seeing it, he would inevitably think, there is a Buddha in the world, and the world is still like this, even if he becomes a Buddha, so what? Later I left the small temple in my hometown.

"Have you become a Buddha?"

Zhou Fei suppressed the anger in his heart, shook his head lightly, and said with a sneer, "How can such a small place become a true Buddha, old monk, you think too much."

The old monk shook his head and said, "I just want to know if the younger brother is still alive. After all these years, I miss the rice porridge made by the younger brother very much."

Zhou Fei was about to stand up, "I won't accompany you around, I'll give you a ride, and ask your junior brother if he'll make porridge down there."

The old monk's expression was indifferent, and he smiled and said, "If I get that golden Arhat body in the palace for you, Zhou Fei, can you promise me something?"

Zhou Fei sat down again, finding it interesting, "I"

The old monk stretched out his palm, touched his bald head, and said with emotion: "I don't plan to be a monk anymore. I was thrown at the gate of the temple since I was a child, and was kindly taken in by the master. At the beginning, I and my younger brother were thinking about things all day long. I want a comb."

Zhou Fei laughed out loud.

The old monk took off the outer cassock, folded it neatly, put it aside, and said softly: "Please help her find a way to escape, and don't be imprisoned in this small place anymore."

A blue dress with fluttering sleeves appeared in a corner of the room.

The beauties outside the house have served Zhou Fei for many years and have seen a lot, but they still feel amazing when they see this dress fluttering in the air with their own eyes.

The dress floated to the side of the old monk, and the corners of the skirt slowly fell to the ground, and finally it was in a kneeling position.

After the old monk took off his cassock, he was no longer so particular about his words, "For so many years, I have been the lamp monk and sutra preaching monk of this King Kong Temple. Day after day, year after year, I have said thousands of scriptures about Buddhism and They listen, all kinds of people, three teachings and nine streams, they just listen to it, the battle is still going on in the battlefield, the vendettas in the rivers and lakes are still going on as usual, is it possible that I am a monk, pick up a knife to get rid of violence, and put a knife around the neck to stop killing on, forcing them to be good and Buddha.”

One sleeve of the dress was raised, covering the neckline, with a coquettish smile covering her mouth.

The old monk stared at Zhou Fei, "Can it be done?"

Zhou Fei was not in a hurry to give an answer. The old monk in the King Kong Temple in front of him is a Buddhist sage in this world.

Zhou Fei sighed, "Businessmen still have to be honest. You old monk, you really don't know that you can leave this place because you have such a recognized blessing."

The old monk turned his head to look at the blue dress, and said helplessly, "She is different."

Although Zhou Fei was an exiled immortal who had enlightened very early, he didn't dare to claim to know all the rules. After all, before he came down, it was necessary to experience some real immortal family secrets that imprisoned the soul.

Jingxinzhai, King Kong Temple, and Admiration Building.

The heads of these three places, after many catastrophes and accumulations, may not know less than him.

The old monk smiled, "I am completely relieved that Master Zhou can ask this question."

Zhou Fei said to himself: "For me, the best situation is of course to leave with Zhou Shi. But what if there is an accident, such as the current situation, Zhou Shi was seriously injured, almost no If there is an opportunity to fish in troubled waters and sneak into the top ten, I need to ensure that after I leave, Zhou Shi can be more confident in 60 years. Zhou Shi, Ya'er, Fan Guan'er, these people, no matter who they are, go to They have opened up a bigger world, as long as someone is willing to take care of them, they will definitely be able to shine."

Speaking of this, Zhou Fei couldn't hide his anger, "Lu Fang, an idiot, clearly saw through it, but he never really found it out. Where can I go to find a teacher, wife and sister for him, and he would have the nerve to stab me with a sword back then."

The old monk looked up.

Zhou Fei suddenly raised his hand, and there was an extra letter between his fingers.

Looking down at the content, Zhou Fei burst out laughing, "God help me too."

He turned his head and glanced at those stunning beauties with their own merits. Zhou Fei sighed in his heart, and his heart was full of regrets. He didn't mention Tong Qingqing, a fellow who didn't have extravagant expectations. The three of you and the Demon Sect Ya'er, their martial arts qualifications are still far behind.

Wearing casual clothes, Wei Yan, the crown prince of Nanyuan Kingdom, led two people through the corridors of the Prince's Mansion. One of them was Wei Yan's benefactor. The old man was short in stature and looked like a thin monkey, but he was a veritable master of martial arts in today's world. .

The other person is Fan Guan'er, who was worshiped as a goddess by the disciples of Nanyuan Kingdom, a fairy who walked out of Jingxinzhai, a holy place of martial arts.

Wei Yan's expression was strange and a little embarrassed, but he was more fortunate, but it was hard to show it because of his mentor.

The old man who taught Wei Yanyi a high degree of martial arts exclaimed angrily: "Good guy, you are hiding under my nose. I haven't been able to find it for so many years. When I meet you, I would like to ask you about the true skills of the ten people in the world." , Zhong Guoshi is a rare hero in the world, I have always admired it, but I don’t believe that a cook who cooks and cooks can be so good.”

The old man cursed.

It turns out that the Jingyang Building has freshly released a copy of the latest Top Ten People in the World, with names, surnames, where they are, and martial arts level, all with concise descriptions. Ding Yingyu Zhenyi and others are all old faces, but one of them, It seems to have popped up out of nowhere, and the hiding place is in the Prince's Mansion in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, and his identity is actually a cook.

There was a tall old man who smelled of smoke, oil and salt, squatting in the well

Outside the orderly and spotless kitchen, he held a handful of golden fried soybeans and threw them into his mouth one by one.The apprentices and grandchildren brought out by him inside are busy with today's lunch.

Seeing the figure of Prince Wei Yan, the old cook sighed and wrinkled his old face, looking extremely clean.

Wei Yan ordered the cooks, handymen, and maids to disperse, but the old cook didn't make a sound to stop him, and squatted on the spot as if resigned to his fate, sighing.

The little old man who had been aggressive before really met this master on the list, and suddenly lost his arrogance to ask questions.

The old cook kept squinting at Fan Wan'er, took a quick look, and immediately looked away, as if he couldn't help it, and when he took another look, even Fan Wan'er was a little strange.

Wei Yan murmured a little, could it be that he is still an old and dishonest person?

Among the ten people in the world in the past dynasties, except Zhou Fei of the Spring Tide Palace and Tong Qingqing who is a woman, in fact, no one has cared about the beauty of the world for a long time.

The old cook can bluff people with his first sentence, "Do you know how many kinds of immortals there are?"

Wei Yan and the thin monkey old man looked at each other in blank dismay.

Because of her background in Jingxinzhai, Fan Guaner knew some inside stories.

The old cook twisted a fried soybean into his mouth, "There is only delicious food left in the world, and I have never let it down. If I want to take this away, then I can only be a drunkard."

The old cook stopped looking at Fan Wan'er any more, threw half of the fried soybeans into his mouth, clapped his hands and stood up, "The exiled immortals descended to earth and experienced the world of mortals. In the world, what do you want. Therefore, in our eyes, the style of behavior is shocking to the world, but in their eyes, it is justified. But this kind of immortal, what you want is not too deep. And there is your mirror heart The patriarch, Tong Qingqing, seems to be hiding from something."

"The second type is people like Lu Fang, who wake up relatively late, but will definitely wake up at a certain point."

"There is another kind, which is just my guess. They have fulfilled their wishes all their lives, so they have never been able to wake up, and they have lived life after life in a daze. Over time, their hometown has become their hometown, and a foreign land has become their hometown instead. This kind of people will be more special. , often have a brilliant skin and a high talent in martial arts, but in the eyes of outsiders, the achievement is always the highest, and every time it is a little bit worse."

The old cook stared at Fan Wan'er again, "But sometimes this kind of people will inevitably have an unruly smell on them. There are a small group of so-called demons in the market, and this has something to do with it. You Little girl, do you feel weird about yourself recently?"

Fan Guan'er hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Twice."

The old cook nodded and said with a smile: "Old Devil Ding is powerful. There is no one who cannot be killed in the world. There is no one who cannot be forgiven. He is no worse than that lunatic back then, and he is even smarter. I think he will probably get his reward this time." Wish. Yu Zhenyi wants to protect this world. In my opinion, it is naturally powerful, but in the eyes of some people, it is estimated that the situation is still a bit small. Instead, it is the national teacher Zhongqiu who has been dominated by Yu Zhenyi. For a few years, I traveled alone through the mountains and rivers of the four countries and the barbarians of the eight winds, and I see that the interest will be relatively large."

The old cook sighed, "As for me, the more I say, the more I do and the more I make mistakes, I just ignore it and wait for death. I used to think about it, but later on, the more I saw it, the more frustrated I became. In this chaos, Ding Motou and Yu Zhenyi are deadly enemies. With them two watching, as long as it is on the list this time, no one can escape. As for me, I am no longer curious about what the Banished Immortal is. I just want to live another 30 or [-] years, and I am very satisfied, so”

The old cook made a sudden move, and put his fingers together to make a sword art, piercing through several key acupoints of himself, immediately dripping with blood, and fell into the eyes of Yu Zhenyi or the "banished immortal" Chen Pingan, with an aura that was almost "harmonious", Breaking through in an instant, he fell all the way from the top grandmaster in the world, and became a master inferior to the skinny monkey. He chose to actively withdraw from this turbulent chaos.

The old cook's face was pale, but his smile was relieved, and he asked the prince Wei Yan: "In such a big prince's mansion, it should be no problem to raise another bad old man for another 30 years. Of course, when I really need my help, your highness can also speak up. "

Wei Yan nodded, "Sir, just rest in the mansion, and I will never disturb Mr. Qingxiu at will."

On the top of Guniu Mountain, Zhou Shuzhen, who had just walked to the foot of the mountain and then returned, held a secret letter, smiled wryly, and handed it to Yu Zhenyi.

After Yu Zhenyi took it, she read the contents of the letter, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhou Shuzhen said helplessly: "It must be from Jingyanglou, but it is definitely not from our Jingyanglou."

Yu Zhenyi looked up at the sky.

When standing at a high enough place, the gods and men can see the mountains and rivers, and the human world is a spectacle of dots and stars, but it is difficult to stare at a certain person carefully.

Yu Zhenyi has a deep understanding of this.

For example, in his eyes, he could see Ding Laomo, Chen Pingan, and Lu Fang on the other side of Zhuangyuan Lane, and the light of the three of them was particularly dazzling.

Farther away, for example, there are two points in the King Kong Temple and four points in the Prince's Mansion, the brightest point of which suddenly dimmed.

This kind of far-sighted view does not need to consume Yu Zhenyi's spiritual energy accumulated over the years, but if Yu Zhenyi wants to "close up" a certain person carefully, he will have to pay a considerable price.

In the house near Zhuangyuan Lane, Ding Laomo, who was wearing a silver lotus crown, suddenly received a secret letter from the Admiration Building.

Seeing the end, the old man's eyes lit up.

and other good things

Even Ding Ying was a little moved.

He glanced at Cao Qinglang, tut-tsk said: "Little baby, you are lucky."

As for the foreigner, he must have been tricked by someone, otherwise he would never have provoked such a big suppression.

In the history that Ding Ying knew, in every period of Jiazi, there was almost no such upright intervention, and no exiled immortal was beaten like this.