On top of a blue and black stone pier, a monk holding a wine jug poured wine into his mouth without a match.

The chubby face is full of sorrow, and the drink is naturally stuffy.

As for the side, what dome lonely moon, the beautiful woman on the side, and the short monk with a slightly chubby face didn't care much.

When he held the wine in his hand again, the slightly chubby monk faintly felt a slight glint in his eyes.

The chubby-faced monk put down the jar in his hand and looked around with suspicion.

What's the matter, is it possible that there is a ferry in another country to meet the old friend?

No, a strange face appeared in the chubby monk's eyes, smiling, looking particularly strange.

When you go out on a long trip, you can't do it without a sense of vigilance, so the chubby monk doesn't look over.

I thought to myself, I can't see it.

Just as the chubby monk felt strange, there was a sound of footsteps walking towards him from the noisy footsteps behind him.

The chubby monk was sure that he was going to himself.

In desperation, he had to turn his head to look behind.

A plain face appeared in his eyes, and before the chubby monk could speak, the owner of that face took the lead in speaking: "What, fellow Daoist, why is this boring?"

The chubby monk was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that this voice was somewhat familiar. ”

Wu Chen on the side really wanted to slap up, but he didn't know each other after a few days of separation?

The chubby monk was the one who wanted to buy the spirit pot in the Four Seas Mystery Pavilion.

Jiang Huan, who pretended to be a shopkeeper at that time, naturally looked down on the slightly chubby monk with a small belly.

According to Jiang Huan's words at that time, Lao Tzu has become the upper three realms, and he still cares about your mere 2,000 or so purple crystals?

But he didn't care, Wu Chen naturally cared a lot, only after living a poor life, Fang Zhi's Xuanjing was not easy to come by.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have picked up the pot at that time.

After thinking about the incident at that time, he looked for an opportunity to turn around and sell it to the little chubby monk with a belly who shouted for more than 2,000 Xuanjing at that time, but who knew that Jiang Huan at that time was broken off and cut off his financial route, didn't he?

Isn't that spirit pot completely useless in your own hands?

Looking so-so, it is even more so-so to use, it is better to replace it with a pot of nepeta wine that is not worth a single amethyst.

So seeing how the little belly monk on the deck of this ferry didn't make Wu Chen happy, this was simply seeing a bunch of dazzling purple crystals.

The chubby monk with a small belly looked at this plain-looking young man who came to talk to him with suspicion, and his mind was full of doubts.

The chubby monk was puzzled, and Wu Chen was even more so, thinking about it step by step, step by step, and finally letting the other party think about my spirit pot, it seemed that it was no fun.

Straight to the point, he said bluntly: "Do you still remember this?"

Shaking the round spirit pot in his hand, the slightly chubby monk was stunned, and the drunkenness in his brain suddenly woke up for most of the time, and after staring at the spirit pot for a while, he suddenly remembered why this voice was so familiar.

It turned out to be him, but it wasn't him!

The chubby monk with a happy face hurriedly got up and let go of the stone pier under him, and said with a smile on his face: "It turned out to be a fellow Daoist! What Daoist friends did in the Four Seas Xuanqi Pavilion stunned me. ”

Only then did he secretly praise the chubby monk in his heart, and then sat down on the stone pier with peace of mind.

Wu Chen, who was on the stone pier, felt a burst of softness.

It turned out that this stone pier was actually a stone barbarian.

Between the barbarian barbarian cultivation and the Xuan Beast, the appearance resembles a mountain rock, but the epidermis has an unusual flexibility, and nine out of ten of the stone barbarian cultivation are all that kind of weaker, basically just the lower three realms of Xuan Xiu.

However, Shi Man has a place that makes the monks of the other tribes envious in vain, that is, Shi Man's lifespan is very long, if it is left to nature, it is difficult to have less than four hundred years.

Wu Chen shook his head and pretended, "Good luck, good luck." ”

The slightly chubby monk with a small belly hurriedly laughed and said: "Daoyou is modest, presumably Daoyou must be the children of those big families in Zhongzhou." ”

This can stump Wu Chen, if he shakes his head and says that he is from the Heavenly Dao Academy in Beizhou, the other party may not know, because in the eyes of the Zhongzhou monks, Beizhou is still the Beiban Prefecture.

If you let the amethyst that you are about to get fly because of this, it will not be cost-effective.

Therefore, Wu Chen hummed lightly, that is, it was not a nod in agreement, nor was it a shake of his head in opposition.

Guess, think.

Seeing this, the little belly monk became more and more determined, even if it was not a super sect like the Litian Sect, it had to be a famous sect, a sect like Zhongman Mountain.

I wanted to further inquire about whether the other party was from Hezong, but the little belly monk thought about it or forget it, the other party was willing to say that it was okay, if he deliberately concealed his identity, it would not be a bad thing to go down the mountain to experience himself, then the spirit pot that was about to reach his mouth was not his own?

Isn't it a thing that hasn't been scored, but it's a thing that has no score at all.

The more he thought about it, the more impatient the monk became, and hurriedly went straight to the point: "I don't know if this spirit pot can be cut off from you, of course, if the Taoist friend is useless or idle." ”

The more Wu Chen looked at the slightly chubby monk with a belly, the more he felt that the other party was pleasing to the eye.

rushed to send Xuanjing into his pocket, but it was not pleasing to the eye, or the kind that was pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it.

Wu Chen cleared his throat and pretended to hesitate.

This can raise the heart of the slightly chubby monk with a small belly to his throat, for fear that this mortal monk, who is sure to be from the children of the great sect, will say that word.

Wu Chen didn't show any waves, pretending to be embarrassed, as if he was making a trade-off, and then slowly nodded after chasing.

Only then did the little belly monk breathe a sigh of relief, and his palm involuntarily touched the spirit pot that he was thinking about.

Wu Chen coughed.

The little belly monk was stunned for a moment.

What's the matter, is it difficult to regret it?

Wu Chen looked at the other party and suddenly became so unreasonable, so he had to remind kindly: "This price." ”

Only then did the little belly monk come back to his senses, and withdrew his half-outstretched hand with a little embarrassment.

Secretly said twice, anxious, anxious.

It's just that suddenly, the little belly monk looked embarrassed.

Seeing this, Wu Chen asked with particular concern, "Fellow Daoist, is this?"

The little belly monk sighed lightly and said: "Daoist friends don't know, the cost in the Four Seas City is a bit bigger, so there are at most two thousand purple crystals in your pocket, as for the remaining purple crystals, if Daoyou can trust them......"

This stunned Wu Chen, and hurriedly waved his hand, pretending to be magnificent: "No need, depending on the fate of Taoist friends, two thousand is two thousand." ”

The little belly monk was stunned for a moment, he was really a disciple of the great sect, his conscience!