Yan Qingrui said, "Who is that woman?"

Zhen Zidemon glanced at Yan Qingrui with disdain, and said, "You are so careless when you listen to people's words? Didn't the poor monk say that this woman is wearing a veil!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

Zhen Zidemon said: "Later, the poor monk ...... Later, the Void Cloud Monk ...... Later, the poor monk asked the monk Xuyun to give the woman a divination. The hexagram www.biquge.info of pen & fun & pavilion shows that this woman has a thin face and a long life. When the woman heard this, she just smiled faintly and said, "The body is like a wanderer, why fear life and death?"

Yan Qingrui's mind unconsciously appeared in the woman's demeanor and tone, and there was some anger in her heart.

Zhen Zidemon said: "When the poor monk saw that this woman could play this qin, he naturally wanted to give this qin away, but the woman just shook her head slightly and left. Hey, the poor monk only met a person who could play this piano for seven years, so he naturally paid attention to it. More than two years later, that is, more than half a year ago, the poor monk learned that this woman was in love with a young man, but her family used her as a pawn and forced her to marry another man......

Hearing this, Yan Qingrui jumped up violently and looked at Zhen Zidemon with a ghost-like expression.

Her voice was unsteady, "Who are you?"

Zhen Zidemon showed a smile like a dumping being, touched Guangguang's chin, and said, "Please call the poor monk demon god!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

She remembered something and couldn't help but say, "How old are you this year?" Looking at his appearance, he was only twenty-two or three, but he said that when he saw his grandfather beheaded ten years ago, he sent a song of transcendence, which could not be what a twelve or thirteen-year-old monk would do.

Zhen Zidemon turned her face white and said, "Don't you know that it's very rude to ask someone's age?"

Yan Qingrui: "......" is not a woman, what is there to ask about his age?

Zhen Zidemon said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing to tell you, brother is eighteen this year!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

This guy is like a ruffian, like a magic stick, whether he is a prodigal son who wanders the rivers and lakes, or a hidden man who plays Hongchen, there is always a little similarity, but he is not like a monk, but this guy is a monk.

Yan Qingrui felt that it was too discordant.

Where in this world is there a monk who drinks?

Where in this world is there a monk who calls himself a brother?

How can there be a monk in this world who opens his mouth and doesn't tell the truth? Isn't it that he doesn't say that his family doesn't speak?

Yan Qingrui ignored him.

Although he is divine, he seems to have a bit of Taoism, but she is not afraid. She is not the first time she has come to this world, even if this identity is exposed? With her ability, she can still mix chic and wanton in the rivers and lakes.

Seeing that she rolled her eyes and didn't speak, Zhen Zidemon pushed the piano in front of her very attentively, and said seductively: "Play it!"

Yan Qingrui said: "Don't play!"

Zhen Zidemon said: "Try it, are you afraid that you won't be able to play?"

Yan Qingrui sneered: "It's originally a dumb piano, you can't play it, and I'm not ashamed if I can't play it!"

"So what are you afraid of?" Zhen Zidemon smiled like a fox.

Yan Qingrui pouted, yes, she was not afraid of anything. What if it doesn't hit?

She moved the piano in front of her, stretched out her fingers, and gently hooked the strings.

"Zheng ......" a clear and melodious piano sound, and it spread far away.

Zhen Zidemon seemed to be frightened, and the whole person took four or five steps back, but suddenly smiled, and said, "Playing is nothing, play a tune and listen!"