Dressed as a cannon fodder

On a sunny day, the dry fields cracked, and the vegetation on the ground was almost withered, and fell limply to the ground.

The simple inn sells big bowls of tea, and there are many people sitting under the built-up sheds, all of whom are tourists, carrying parcels on their backs, holding a big bowl of tea worth a penny in their hands, joking and chatting with each other.

The monks passing by saw this scene, shook their heads, disdain to share the table with a group of mortal porters, put away their swords and walked towards the inner hall.

The waiter at the shop saw several people dressed in extraordinary clothes, and greeted them with a smile, "Three guests, please sit here, please sit inside."

The three of them sat down, took the kettle on the table and poured it into the cup. After a round of washing, they filled the cup to [-]% full, took a sip, frowned, and put it aside.

The long-faced monk said: "I heard that two villages in the southern border were attacked by monsters again."

"Damn," the slightly shorter monk poured water slowly, "Isn't this kind of thing rare? Isn't our trip related to this?"

The long-faced monk lowered his eyebrows, "There are always some monsters who don't know good and evil, and want to cross the border from the devil world and come to us." He spat, "Aside from doing evil, they are doing evil. What else is there in their bones besides barbarism?"

The remaining chubby monk said, "Yomao is our side with ample aura, so let's lure them here. After all, not everything can stay in a place like the Devil Realm."

"So what," the long-faced monk said with some disgust, "Things that come out of that kind of place should stay there properly."

The chubby monk shrugged, "I don't know how they are. Anyway, if I was born in that kind of place, I would just try my best to leave and find a better place."

The long-faced monk joked: "Then I will be the first to drive you back."

Several people laughed and took a sip of strong wine, "It's good to go back, although the devil world is barren, but there are treasures."

"What treasure?"

The long-faced monk whispered two words: "Keel."

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and the chubby cultivator set up a small barrier around without any trace, to ensure that the conversation of the few people would not be heard by others: "That kind of thing can't be obtained casually."

"I know that too," the long-faced monk shook his head slightly, "you can't ask for it, doesn't Master Ming have a dragon bone sword in his hand?"

"I have heard that Master Ming slaughtered a demon dragon under the sword and dug out the spine, and practiced it as a heavenly magic weapon."

"That's right, when the magic weapon was born, it even attracted thunder from the sky. Ming Zun held it to block them all. It can be said that he can break through thousands of mountains with a single sword, and he will never be disadvantaged. This heavenly magic weapon is rare in the world."

"Why, if you are greedy, go and get some?"

"Ham, who can have the cultivation base of Ming Zun."

"Tsk tsk tsk," the long-faced monk drank several sips of wine, but obviously he didn't hold much alcohol, and his cheeks flushed: "You are just greedy."

"Okay, okay," said the short man, "don't drink so much, you have to go on the road later."

The long-faced monk clicked his tongue twice and put down his wine glass.

None of them noticed a handsome young man with a sword on his back passing by behind him. He frowned slightly and walked past a crowd of chattering people, and found a remote and quiet corner to sit down. Xiao Er came up to entertain.

No one noticed him.

The boy stretched out his jade-white fingers and tapped on the table, feeling a little annoyed.

He has traveled all the way so far, and he has read all the vulgarity of the human world and the ugliness of monks. He is already bored and does not want to continue.

Just to see these people?

All beings are full of phenomena, the joys and sorrows of the floating world hinder the way of cultivating the Tao, the seven emotions and six desires drag people's hearts and waste time indulging in mazes, and the road of cultivation is blocked. In the end, they will only become mediocre people who come to this world in vain.

He looked around those cultivators in the world and porters in the mortal world, with indifference in his eyes, like a heartless immortal looking down on all living beings, with a coldness coming from his bones.

The young man put down his teacup and got up with his sword on his back. Knowing from the words of those people that the southern border was attacked by a monster, he simply pulled out the flying sword on his back, rose against the wind, and headed south.

Nanjing is not considered prosperous, and the sparse villages are separated by such a county.

The young man retracted his flying sword and stepped into the city. He saw the rippling spring water, the willow trees beside the small bridge curled up in the wind, and the catkins fluttered. The city was full of spring in March, which was warm and pleasant.

He walked alone, looking at the simple faces of people coming and going, suddenly he was lightly patted on the back of the shoulder.

He turned his head and met the gaze of the other party, only to see the young man in long gown, who was so beautiful that he was not like a mortal figure, looking at him with a smile, as bright as a spring flower, with a tall body: "Little friend, I see that you have a kind face." Very, how about making friends?"

The author has something to say: High-end ingredients often require the simplest cooking method. The stupid author who has been busy for a day chooses Gu Gu Gu?

I can’t move anymore, I’m so sleepy that my eyelids are fighting, I’ll make more tomorrow (whisper)

——感谢在2020-10-2822:22:34~2020-10-2923:08:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 drunk beauty;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!