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Leng Zhenqing planned to travel around, but after much deliberation, she couldn't find a good place.

While he was thinking, Xiao Shiqi came, bringing the meal he cooked.

Leng Zhenqing waved his hand, motioned him to sit down, and asked, "Moshui, where is your hometown?"

When An Moshui heard this, his expression darkened, as if he didn't want to mention his hometown.

Leng Zhenqing also saw it, and said, "It's fine if you don't want to say it."

An Moshui didn't say much, and after a while, he slowly said: "Master must not want to know my hometown." For him, the word hometown is nothing to recall, even... it is his nightmare.

"Uh... why don't you travel together as a teacher." Leng Zhenqing hurriedly changed the topic.

An Moshui raised her eyes and said, "Yunyou?"

"Well, it's boring to be a teacher alone, so it's better to have one more person. Chenxiu has gone down the mountain to practice, and he wants to watch the door. The only thing he can think of as a teacher is you." Leng Zhenqing said.

An Moshui didn't know what his expression was like, and the word "together with others" hadn't appeared in his life for a long time.

Leng Zhenqing clapped his hands and said: "That's the decision, we will leave tomorrow!"

This matter was settled so suddenly.

Before leaving, Jiang Ziran stopped An Moshui, and he was very upset that Master went on a cloud tour with this trash!

When An Moshui saw him, his expression was a little scared, and he wanted to avoid him, but he still couldn't dodge, he said: "Senior brother."

Jiang Ziran patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Little Seventeen, I heard that you are going to travel with Master."

An Moshui shook his shoulders and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Jiang Ziran didn't dare to hit him in front of so many people, at most he just pushed him a few times, An Moshui comforted himself in his heart, it's good to get over it, it's good to get over it...

"Then you have to serve Master well..." Jiang Ziran slapped him on the shoulder fiercely, and walked away in a hurry.

Finally left... An Moshui sighed, he always did this, trying to hide himself, for fear that he would be seen.

An Moshui summoned the accompanying sword "Liuyun", and he protected the sword Leng Zhenqing gave him very well.

Leng Zhenqing has a lot of silver, is it Yunyou? If there is no money, then how can it be called Yunyou!

After dismissing the disciples, he ordered to set off. An Moshui Yujian is really stable, even more stable than Leng Zhenqing, with a fluttering white forehead and full of immortality.

"Master, where are we going?" An Moshui asked.

Leng Zhenqing actually didn't know where he was going, he was just a little tired of Zi Qingfeng's stereotyped life, and wanted to come out to have fun, he said: "Go wherever you want."

An Moshui stopped talking and concentrated on controlling the sword.

The two finally landed in a big city, Huancheng, Huancheng was much bigger than Pingling last time, and there were a lot of people. Anmoshui seemed to be afraid of crowded places, and always went to places with few people. Leng Zhenqing pulled him over and said, "Walk well."

An Moshui gave a "hmm" and followed Leng Zhenqing closely.

Huancheng has everything you can buy, and the dazzling array of trinkets made Leng Zhenqing so distracted that he wanted to buy everything, but An Moshui was different, he was always taciturn, all the way down, Leng Zhenqing asked him if he had any He only said "No" for anything he wanted to buy, and Leng Zhenqing asked him if there was anything he wanted to eat, and he only said "No".

Leng Zhenqing took a fancy to a face, the mask was made vividly and vividly, he waved his hand and said, "Money."

But after recruiting for a long time, he didn't see anyone handing him the money. He turned around and followed An Moshui's eyes to see that it was a man who bought candied haws.

The peddler took the candied haws and yelled, "Candied haws...a bunch of pennies..."

Leng Zhenqing looked at An Moshui in a daze, raised his eyebrows, this kid finally had something he wanted to buy, he put down his mask, dragged An Moshui to the place where he bought candied haws, and saw An Moshui's surprised expression Xia took out three Wen coins from his sleeve and gave them to the vendor: "Three skewers."

"Okay, here, guest officer." The peddler handed over three bunches of candied haws, turned around and continued to shout.

"Master..." An Moshui said.

Leng Zhenqing took a bunch by himself, handed the remaining two to him, and said, "Finally, I see that you have what you want."

An Moshui stayed there for a long time before he finally produced candied haws. He held a bunch of candied haws and said, "I used to like eating candied haws, but it's a pity that mother didn't have the money to buy them for me..." His eyes dimmed.

Leng Zhenqing paused for a while biting the hand of the candied haws, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Now that you have money, you can buy what you want."

An Moshui raised her eyes, and there was something extra at the bottom of her eyes.

After a while, Leng Zhenqing finished eating a whole bunch, and then he started to eat slowly, his mouth was full of sugar residue, Leng Zhenqing couldn't help laughing, stretched out his sleeve to help him wipe it clean, who Knowing that just after wiping it, An Moshui jumped up and said, "Master's sleeve!"

Leng Zhenqing smiled and said, "It's all right."

The two found an inn, booked two rooms, and went back to their respective rooms to rest.

An Moshui was lying on the bed with his eyes open. He couldn't help but think of his hometown. It wasn't his hometown. His eyes were deep, as if they could hold everything in them. In fact, he was very envious of Master, who always smiled Facing everything, not afraid of anyone, nor inferior...

An Moshui's thoughts suddenly wandered. He didn't know why he wanted to be with Master. He just felt that when he was with Master, he would throw away his inferiority complex. Master made him feel very safe.

With a "creak", the door suddenly rang, and An Moshui came back to his senses, and said, "Who?"

At this time, it couldn't be Shizun. He lit a talisman and looked at it by the light of the fire. It was indeed not Shizun, but a man, lifeless like a walking corpse.

He got out of bed quickly, and firmly held the "Liuyun" on the table. Could this be the corpse puppet?It's not that An Moshui has never heard of anything. Leng Zhenqing taught him a lot before, and he remembered everything.

The man staggered towards him, his black palm stretched out towards him, An Moshui drew his sword, a three-foot blue light, and the man suddenly fell to the ground.

"Master!" An Moshui took a few steps out and pushed open the door of Leng Zhenqing's room. Leng Zhenqing was sleeping and didn't notice anything. An Moshui checked carefully to confirm that there was no corpse puppet. After that, he quietly exited the door.

The next day, there was a commotion in the inn. It was heard that a waiter had died, and he died in An Moshui's room. , found out that it was a corpse puppet, he told the real reason of the man's death, but everyone still didn't believe it.

"We are Zi Qingfeng's disciples." Leng Zhenqing could only use the last blow, and sure enough, everyone shut their mouths after seeing the white forehead on An Moshui's wrist, and An Moshui was caught The crowd stared very uncomfortable, and they took small steps to retreat behind Leng Zhenqing.

One said: "Shangxian, do we have more than one corpse here?"

Everyone he asked this question looked at Leng Zhenqing, and asked aloud.

"No, the corpse puppet will only act alone." As soon as Leng Zhenqing said this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then what about this corpse?" One person pointed at the corpse.

"Burn." Leng Zhenqing replied decisively.

As soon as he said this, everyone gasped, and a woman rushed out from the crowd and threw herself on the corpse.Said: "Immortal, I beg you, little girl, leave a whole body for my husband."

Leng Zhenqing pursed her lips, her request was not too much, just leave a whole body, but Leng Zhenqing couldn't make a decision, if he didn't burn the body, he couldn't guarantee that the body would not rebound.

"Get up first." Leng Zhenqing stretched out his hand to help her up.

But the woman just lay on it and refused to get up, crying and begging for Leng Zhenqing.

Suddenly a little man came by, and he asked, "Immortal, if this corpse is not burned, what will happen?"

"The corpse may rise up again to harm people." Leng Zhenqing replied simply and clearly.

The little man suddenly became frightened, and in the next second he stepped forward and tried to pull the woman up, and cursed: "Get up! I don't want to die because of you alone!"

The woman was already weak, but this little man was so strong, the woman was pulled aside immediately.

The little man said: "Pull the corpse out and burn it!" The woman cried and wanted to go forward to protect the corpse, but was stopped by the people next to her.

Several people stepped forward to lift up the corpse, Leng Zhenqing looked at this scene and didn't know what to say, people's hearts...

An Moshui noticed Leng Zhenqing's gaze, tugged at his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Master, let's go."

Leng Zhenqing pursed her lips, did not reply him, but stepped forward to stop the person who wanted to drag the corpse out, and said: "Actually, there is another way."

Everyone looked at him, and the little man said: "What else can I do? Is there any danger?"

"Give me the corpse, and I'll put him away in a spirit-locking bag, so there won't be any danger." This was completely on his mind, he just couldn't understand the selfishness of the little man.

"Okay, okay!" The little man nodded quickly, his life was not in danger, how could he be unhappy.

Leng Zhenqing asked An Moshui to put the body in a spirit-locking bag, and said to the woman, "I will leave your husband with a whole body."

The woman cried to him.

Leng Zhenqing left the inn with An Moshui, and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.

"Master, has this corpse been kept in the spirit lock bag all this time?" An Moshui asked.

Leng Zhenqing thought for a while and said, "No, let's burn it."

"Burn it?" An Moshui was a little surprised, "Didn't Master just leave his whole body?"

"It's just a lie." Leng Zhenqing said: "Leave some memories for that woman, so that when she thinks of her husband in the future, she will only have a pile of ashes."

An Moshui didn't talk too much, he burned the body according to his instructions, put the ashes in a jade bottle, and handed them over to the Zen master after returning to Ziqing Peak.

Leng Zhenqing looked at the corpse being burnt with a pile of ashes, and only said one sentence: "Life and death have fate."