said that it was a fortune telling, but the young monk didn't make any moves, but just stared at Wang Ning from beginning to end, as if he wanted to see a flower on his face.

After a long time, Wang Ning also felt a little unbearable, and coughed twice, "Monk, are you telling hexagrams or looking at faces?" ”

The monk ignored his meaning, the corners of his mouth hooked, but it looked a little gentler, and most of the original dead meaning in his eyes was dispersed.

The monk opened his mouth: "The donor is tired of looking for someone?"

Wang Ning was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "The master is really a master, I didn't expect this to be seen by you?"

The monk shook his head: "The donor's eyes are full of anxiety, if he is not looking for someone, how can he have this kind of look, if I can't even see such a simple thing, wouldn't the Zen of the past few years be sitting in vain."

After that, he glanced at Wang Ning with great disdain, that look a little funny, Wang Ning was stunned for a moment, and then continued the previous topic: "So since the master has seen it, can you show me, can I find it?"

The monk shook his head and showed a mysterious smile, Wang Ning was obviously immune to the expression of every old monk, and he didn't feel anything strange about it, of course, he was no longer curious about the follow-up answer.

Sure enough, the monk pretended to be for a long time and said, "Don't say."

Wang Ning sneered, but he was not angry, and after talking to the monk for a long time, his originally anxious mood was quieter, and he didn't know if the monk's words of Amitabha Buddha played a role.

Speaking of which, of course, the topic is no longer on such an inconsequential matter, but the two themselves have nothing to do with each other, and they must not be able to say intimate words.

And so it soon became such a scene.

A stone bridge, under the mottled stone lion at the head of the bridge, a monk folded his hands and squinted at the young man opposite, and the young man also looked at the monk quietly, which was very beautiful.

I don't know where the wind came from, and the row of withered willows swayed like the graceful women in the Qinglou Chu Pavilion in Jiangning City.

Wang Ning exhaled and stood up: "Monk, what you said is not right, I won't give this money." After a pause, he added rather mischievously, "I don't have any money anyway." Before leaving, I will give you a piece of advice, this place is not peaceful, and it will not be resolved. ”

The monk ignored him, and apparently didn't take his advice to heart, but he still smiled kindly, arguably the sweetest smile so far.

Yes, Wang Ning used the word sweetest, but he didn't even notice it.

Because he has always believed that he is not as good as Longyang.

Then, like the light autumn wind, he walked with the same light steps to the other side of the bridge.

On the green lawn, the fresh autumn rain has stopped for a long time, but the air does not make people feel comfortable, but feels dull, full of fishy smell.

Not only is it the smell of ordinary earth, but it is also mixed with the smell of decay, but for Wang Ning, it is much more comfortable than the inexplicable scorching in the north.

Just because he doesn't like the smell of rot doesn't mean he doesn't like the smell of rot either.

After Wang Ning left, the monk also got up, squinted at the direction in which Wang Ning left, closed the stall and went in the opposite direction to Wang Ning.

When passing by the inn, the monk stopped, glanced into the room, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking thoughtful.

But no one knew what he was thinking.

After the monk left, the old shopkeeper behind the counter in the inn who had been bowing his head and dialing the abacus raised his head, looked outside seemingly indifferently, and then continued his previous movements.

Shiqiao Town has returned to the same quiet as ever, some people come and go, and parting is staged all the time, but some people are used to parting, and more people don't know how to part.

Everything is happening according to the individual ideas of each participant, the court side, the Qingxi side, although the two parties on the front have not yet met, what should happen in private has not stopped for a moment, mutual temptation, infiltration has already been staged countless times in this land.

The young swordsman named You Wenyi also played an extremely important role in this wave of events.

Since the last time he met that person in Jiangpu and suffered a loss, You Wenyi has changed a lot, and something has appeared in him.

You Wenyi has been doing really well recently, since that person died, he has given up a lot of things, and now he is still in Qingxi, but even he doesn't understand what the reason is.

He was the only one left in that team, and the others either died or left, and sometimes he felt that he should do something too.

Maitreya's religion has now become strange to him, and the group of old people back then also have their own ideas, and they are no longer the pure people they used to be, and now he no longer knows this situation.

There was once a swordsman, but now there is only one living dead left.

After several attempts, You Wenyi finally gave up his plan to assassinate that guy. This time, he acted alone out of anger at first, but now it is a different idea.

He's tired.

With a breath of turbidity, he laughed, and the inch-long scar on his young face looked very hideous.

Time was enough to change many things, including the thought he had at the beginning, and as familiar people died and new faces joined, everything now seemed foreign to him.

He occasionally heard the news brought by people from the north before, and thought that he would find a time to take a look later, Sister Lu was working hard over there, if he passed, he could do the fighting, killing and killing.

Thinking of this, he laughed, very seriously, because he was serious, so he seemed deliberate, so he looked hideous again.

Fortunately, the road was empty, except for a few crows passing by, so no one would laugh at him.

But no matter what, what should be met will still be met.

So in that rainy dusk, the two men met, and then smiled at each other several feet apart.

In the next second, both of them smiled consciously, and there was a murderous look in their eyes.

Wang Ning suddenly laughed, "This is the momentum of the overlord." ”

You Wen's eyes also looked very calm, although they were full of murderous intent.

The wind rose, the rain fell, and the two afterimages collided together, and the battle like a landslide finally kicked off at this time.

This battle may not have anything to do with life and death, there may be life and death, but everything is not important.

For Wang Ning, it doesn't matter if you are a friend.

They have all found something more important.

Fighting, that's just a small thing.

(End of chapter)