At this moment, it was getting late, and it was drizzling in the sky, and I couldn't see the face of this white-clothed Wenqing clearly, but I saw that the complexion on his side was extremely fair, like a dream in the hazy smoke and rain, reflecting the green waves in the river, the cold water was lonely, and it was like a fairy, and it didn't look like a person from the world at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"666666, this person is too good at pretending!"

"It's better than Anchor Shen!"

"No, no, no, as far as I can see, in terms of pretending, our Shen anchor is still better."

"What about you? Am I so good at pretending? Rao was depressed, but Shen Cheng was still entertained by this group of unscrupulous fans, and his mood was a lot more comfortable.

"Yes!" This time, the live broadcast room answered neatly.

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As the boat got closer and closer, everyone could clearly see that the white-clothed Wenqing, who looked lonely as snow, was actually a bald monk.

In the smoke and rain like a dream, this monk's eyes are like stars, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his face is as bright as a girl, and his expression is gentle and his demeanor is chic, but it is not comparable to any woman in the world.

Rao is Shen Cheng has seen a lot of beautiful men with plastic surgery in later generations, and no one can compare with this monk.

Look at this outfit, is this monk a wonderful monk without flowers?

"Ahem, don't make a fuss, in terms of pretending, this is the leader." Shen Cheng laughed dryly, but saw the white-clothed monk plucking the strings three times, then he raised his head, put away the yaoqin, stretched out his hand to wash his hands in the river water, and a boat at the stern of the boat sat up, swung his oars, and rowed the boat close to the shore.

The white-clothed monk jumped lightly, landed on the shore lightly, saw Shen Cheng looking at him, folded his hands, smiled slightly, and gave a salute: "The little monk has no flowers, I have seen the donor." ”

Plain clothes and white socks, spotless, sure enough, it is a wonderful monk without flowers.

Shen Cheng also gave a salute: "In Xiafuzhou, Shen Cheng has seen Master Wuhua." ”

Wuhua was a little stunned, and said with a smile: "Could it be that Your Excellency is Shen Cheng Shen Xie Yuan who lists candles in the high hall on New Year's Eve, and a glass of wine and a song?" ”

I didn't expect this plagiarized verse to spread so far, Shen Cheng secretly screamed ashamed, and said with a wry smile: "It's exactly below." ”

Wuhua said: "When the little monk came, he had seen Yang Minggong, and his old man was also full of praise for Shen Jun's poems and praised Shen Jun's talent. ”

Shen Cheng smiled bitterly and said: "Master Wuhua, can you stop touting me, I can listen to the seven wonderful monks who can play chess, play the piano, chant poetry, and make paintings that are the best in the world, praise me so much, I am really sweating." ”

Wuhua smiled and said: "Shen Jun said that he laughed, hey, look at this day, if we continue to be polite here, we will definitely become a soup chicken." ”

Shen Cheng looked at the sky in amazement, only to see that the sky was just drizzling, and there were gloomy dark clouds.

Turned over and said, "When I came, I saw an inn nearby, I wonder if Master Wuhua is willing to go with Shen and find a place to have a drink?" ”

"I don't dare to ask for ears if I want to, and the little monk is also trying to find an inn to meet with my uncle." With a smile of grace and elegance, the force under his feet and his figure shot out.

In Shen Cheng's view, Wuhua's light skills are by no means inferior to picking stars, walking leisurely under his feet, and keeping up with the galloping horse easily. Even when he walked in the rain, there was not a drop of water on his snow-white monk's robe.

When he was halfway through, it finally rained heavily in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Cheng was drenched in soup, and when he looked at Wuhua again, he saw that his snow-white monk's robe was inevitably stained with many wet marks, and the two looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and they invariably accelerated their speed and walked towards the inn.

Not far away, it is the Yuelai Inn that Sikong Xingxing wants to report on behalf of him.

There was no one in the inn at this time, Shen Cheng handed over the horse to the shopkeeper who was waiting diligently, and walked into the inn one after the other with Wuhua.

Wuhua brushed the water droplets on her body, put her hands together and said, "This shopkeeper, please open a clean upper room and let the poor monk wash up." ”

Shen Cheng knew that this monk was pretending to be forced, so he didn't care, and took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and carved the mark of Sikong Xing's instructions on the wall.

Then I found a place by the window and drank my wine.

At this time, a monk on the opposite road strode over, a washed gray monk's robe was drenched, walked into the inn, put his hands together, and said respectfully: "Donors, the little monk is thirsty on the road, and it is raining heavily on the road, so he wants to rest in the store and beg for a bowl of water to drink." ”

The shopkeeper didn't care, invited the monk in, poured him another bowl of water, and when he passed by the store wall, he caught a glimpse of the picture on the wall, and was slightly stunned, then glanced at Shen Cheng, lowered his head, and pondered silently.

This monk was twenty-two or three years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a big nose that was flat and collapsed, according to Shen Cheng, he was somewhat similar to Yue Yunpeng. He folded his hands, thanked the shopkeeper, and then held the clay bowl with both hands, lowered his eyes, and said respectfully: "The Buddha views a bowl of water, 84,000 insects, if you don't hold this mantra, it will be like eating the flesh of all living beings. Om Si Bo Lo Manisa Ha. ”

After reading it, he picked up the bowl and began to drink water.

Shen Cheng saw that he was quite reverent, and couldn't help but glance at him more.

There was nothing to do, and I was about to come forward to talk, when I suddenly heard the bell outside the door, and my heart moved, it must be the yellow and white duo I met on the road. Speaking of which, the girl in white was born unusually beautiful......

After a while, when they did not come in, they were outside the door, and they began to make noise, and in curiosity, they went out to see the excitement.

I saw the young man in yellow, holding a long sword, pointing at a young man in ragged clothes and a thin body. The young man was about fourteen or fifteen years old, his face was full of black coal, and he had long been unable to see his true face.

Shen Cheng couldn't see anyone being bullied the most, and persuaded: "This brother, if you have something to say, why bother this little brother so much?" ”

The young man in yellow said angrily: "Before meddling, you have to find out first, is it he who is embarrassing me, or am I embarrassing him? Didn't you accidentally bump into him on the road? First stole my and Shengmei's purses, and then gave my two fonies a croton, do you know how much this foal is worth? I'm afraid he can't afford to lose it if he sells it! It's really unbearable, if I don't teach him a good lesson today, I won't be called Wang Xiaofeng! ”

Hearing what happened to the young man in yellow, Shen Cheng almost burst out laughing...... Wang Xiaofeng, sure enough, it is him, in fact, his identity can already be seen from this outfit, it seems that the beauty in white is naturally called the Lingjian Shuangxia with him, and the best beauty Shui Sheng in the city.

However, this dirty-looking young man can be regarded as capable of turning this famous, rich and handsome man like this.

"Hee-hee, you deserve it." The young man listened to Wang Xiaofeng's cry, wiped away his tears, and burst into laughter.

"At this time, you dare to be angry with him, don't you think you are a clever little and don't understand?" Shen Cheng looked at the little beggar with black lines on his face, only to see that he was grinning at the moment, revealing two rows of shiny snow-white fine teeth, but they were extremely incommensurate with his whole body. The eyes are dark and very smart.

Suddenly, my heart moved, naughty little beggar, could it be that this little beggar is...... Huang Rong?

Insight was activated.

Name: Rong Huang

Age: 14

Martial arts: Luoying Divine Sword Palm

Talents: Lan Xinhui, exquisite Xuanji

Qualification: 95

Opinion of you: 15

Sure enough, it's Huang Rong's sister, but something is wrong...... Since Huang Rong's sister is so young, where did Miss Guo Er, who is so young, who is controlling her heart and mind, come from?