In the Tianshan Inn, Meishan and Mengjiu have been worriedly guarding the sleeping streamer.

"Brother Xiaoshan, who do you say will wake up first?" Meng Jiu broke the silence and asked Xiang Meishan.

Meishan handed her a helpless look of "I wish I could know", and said, "No matter who wakes up, don't let him out of your sight again." ”

"Hmm. Meng Jiu nodded firmly.

......

After more than two hours, the streamer finally slowly opened his eyes that were comparable to thousands of bright stars.

After waking up, he immediately reached into his front placket in shock, feeling that the ancient book was still in his arms, but he had never touched the pendant that had never left his body.

He jumped to his feet in shock, only to realize the next moment that the pendant was intact in his other hand.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and hold the pendant tightly in his palm again.

Immediately, he began to be stunned again, still very stunned!

He found that he was not lying in the square of Luohua City, but on a bed......

Bed! Bed with futon! Warm and soft bed!

How many years has he not slept in a bed? 500 years, 800 years?

He stretched out a dirty, black hand and gently stroked the bed beneath him, feeling the softness and warmth with great care......

Meishan and Mengjiu glanced at each other with complicated expressions, and the moment the streamer opened his eyes, the pure color in his eyes made the two of them instantly relieved. It's just that this kind of reaction after he woke up really made the two of them puzzled for a while.

From the moment the streamer woke up to this moment, he hadn't even looked at the two of them, as if the sense of existence of the two of them was far lower than that of the humble bed......

No, the two of them had no presence in front of him.

"Ahem......"

Meng Jiu couldn't help it anymore, and coughed to find a sense of existence.

Streamer really raised his head and looked at the wrinkled mother-in-law in front of him dissatisfied, as if he hated her for disturbing his intimacy with the bed.

Glancing at Meng Jiu in a hurry, he continued to rub his head down and rub the futon.

“......”

Meishan and Mengjiu glanced at each other again.

Finally, Meishan opened his mouth: "Streamer, I haven't seen you for many years, are you okay?"

Streamer paused his hand gently rubbing the futon, looked up at Meishan, who was still a middle-aged man with white hair and white robes, and said in shock: "How do you know my name?"

For thousands of years, the world has called him "Qingming Ancestor", and no one has long remembered his real name.

Meng Jiu "snapped" and patted his dirty hand that was still rubbing the futon, and the light-colored futon was black when he rubbed it.

"He is your second brother, and I am your third sister!"

"Second brother, third sister?"

The streamer looked at Meishan, and then at Meng Jiu, who had already recovered his purity, and in his eyes, there were doubts and vigilance.

After a while, he shook his head in disgust and said, "Don't lie to me! How can my second brother and third sister be as ugly as you?"

As he shook his head, Meng Jiu saw the dirty things on his head and body falling straight to the bed with a "whoosh......

Mei Shan wiped the disguise on his face and said, "Look at it, I'm your second brother?"

"Oh! It's really my second brother!"

When the streamer saw Meishan's true face, his eyes smiled like two crescent moons......

Meishan was about to take a step closer to recognize his brother, but he didn't think that the next moment, the streamer's smile disappeared:

"Don't be stupid for me, back then, the disguise technique was my third sister's unique skill, and I can see that I have a lot of knowledge......"

As he spoke, he stretched out a black hand to ruffle Meishan's hair: "This white hair is easy to get real, like a real ......"

When Meishan heard him say this, he was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to communicate with him.

On the other hand, Meng Jiu, who was watching the streamer's reaction, was thoughtful. Just grabbed the streamer before Meishan's white hair and opened his arm.

"I can't hide it, I am the owner of this inn, and I saw you faint on the side of the road today, so I brought you back. ”

Meng Jiu said this, but the streamer didn't question it, looked at the bed under him tangledly, rubbed the futon again, and finally stood up and walked out the door.

"Stop!" Meishan hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm penniless and can't afford to live in an inn, so naturally I go to Luohuacheng Square. ”

Meng Jiu looked at Meishan with a "You stand aside, I'll do this", walked up to the streamer and said:

"Since we have saved you, you should repay us. ”

As soon as the streamer heard this, the hand holding the pendant clenched it again, and quickly hid behind him: "I'm penniless...... I can't repay you. ”

"Isn't that easy?"

The wrinkles on Meng Jiu's face immediately jumped: "I am short of a guy in this inn, so you will work for us here as a guy to pay off the debt." ”

"This ......" Streamer frowned and hesitated: "Do you know who I am? I am the famous Qingming Ancestor! I'm afraid it's not appropriate to be your buddy, right?"

Meng Jiu looked at this "Qingming Ancestor" who was covered with rags, and sneered: "I don't care where you are, you have to pay me back if you owe me a favor!"

Then she pointed to the stained bed behind the streamer and said, "Be a buddy here, eat and live! That bed will be yours in the future!"

"Deal!"

Hearing that the bed belonged to him, Streamer agreed immediately without thinking about it.

What kind of ancestor is not an ancestor, that is a false name that he doesn't want, how can a comfortable bed come to be real?

"You go and clean it first, the Tianshan Inn can't tolerate a dirty guy like you. ”

Meng Jiu looked at him with disgust: "The bath room is opposite, after you clean yourself, clean this futon too!"

"Okay!

Promised to have a comfortable bed, the streamer happily went out to the bathroom.

Mei Shan saw him walk into the bath room, so he turned around and looked at Meng Jiu, and said with a worried face:

"Little light he...... He doesn't seem to be the same as he used to be. ”

Thousands of years ago, the streamer not only had a peerless appearance, but also was extremely smart, loved beauty and clean......

If it weren't for the fact that he cast the Great Fa of Soul Dementoring today, how could Meishan recognize the dirty, smelly and stupid person in front of him, who was the streamer?

"Brother Xiaoshan, he has lost a soul and a soul, and people will naturally become stupid......"

Meng Jiu thought about the streamer of joy just because of a bed, and there was pity and sorrow in his eyes.

The former Taoist Zun, the "Qingming Ancestor" who has been admired by the world for thousands of years, has long been stupid because he has lost his soul and soul.

"Perhaps, he's good now......"

Meishan pondered for a moment and sighed.

Meng Jiu knew where Meishan meant, but he shook his head lightly and said:

"Brother Xiaoshan, why do you deceive yourself? The scene that happened in the square today, you should understand that even if he loses his soul and soul, that demon will still appear at any time. ”

Mei Shan frowned, his expression was extremely solemn, and he asked after a while, "Jiu'er, ...... you Is there really no way to cure him?"