"Believe it or not, I killed him!"

Zhen Yuanzi swallowed the words that were about to be exported.

What if there is an enemy who wants to take hostages? Beat the hostages to death in advance, and you will not be threatened.

Although Yang Que didn't do this directly, it was not much worse than the Russian-style rescue.

Directly ask for hostages and "kidnappers" to gamble for their lives.

The life of the hostages is not their own life, and the kidnapper's is not their own, so how can they not be lost.

Yang Que does not need to be responsible for anyone, and he does not need to think about the issue of war damage.

Even the Buddhas of Lingshan don't seem to care about Tang Seng's life and death.

It was Sun Wukong's master who died, what does it have to do with my descendants Yang Jian?

Pi Lian stopped in front of Tang Seng, and Zhu Bajie, who was put on a table, was very angry, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

"What do you want?" After a while, Zhen Yuanzi spoke.

His face was covered in cold sweat.

There was a burst of "tingling" from the center of the eyebrows, but in fact, Yang Que's fingers were still a little bit away from the center of Zhen Yuanzi's eyebrows.

However, Zhen Yuanzi seemed to have a knife pierced directly into the center of his eyebrows, and the plausible, plausible pain kept coming.

It was a threat of death.

It's as if one finger of the opponent is enough to kill himself.

"You told us to come down, didn't you? The mayor of the town? Yang Que said with a smile.

Zhen Yuanzi's hand was raised slightly, as if he wanted to fight back, but it was more likely that he wanted to slap himself.

It's okay, what is the mouth and the hand?

On the other side, Qingfeng Mingyue's two Dao children who exceeded the standard hugged each other and trembled, and they didn't dare to escape.

After a while, with a sigh, Zhen Yuanzi retracted his practice: "This matter is my fault, what do you want, let's draw the line." ”

There is a breath of rivers and lakes, which is not the same as the appearance of the fairy wind bones

Yang Que put down his hand and asked casually: "You Wuzhuang view is so big, just the three of you?" ”

The commotion just now was not small, whether it was the light of the formation or Yang Que's kick, logically speaking, it would attract people in the Taoist temple.

Even if the speed is slower, shouldn't you come to "watch" at this time?

But the surroundings were empty, and there were no people.

"Yes, there are only three of us in Wuzhuangguan." Zhen Yuanzi said truthfully.

"There are so few people, but the Taoist temple is so big." Yang Que said, "What a waste." ”

"You know a fart, and you can show the extraordinaryness of my Wuzhuang view." Zhen Yuanzi naturally put this sentence in his heart.

He doesn't pay attention to the five villages, and he doesn't pay attention to who is prosperous and the incense is vigorous.

When a layman comes to visit, he may not be happy.

But if he doesn't have a reputation at all, Zhen Yuanzi is not happy, and what he wants is that kind of feeling of pretending to be forced.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't reply, and Yang Que didn't care: "Do you have a ginseng fruit tree here?" ”

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, with a hint of pride in his tone: "Naturally, there is." ”

"Did it turn out?"

“…… It's over. Zhen Yuanzi basically guessed what the other party wanted.

But fortunately, three people, three fruits, even if you add the strange-looking winged tiger, there are only four at most.

Four ginseng fruits, can withstand.

"Take us to see it." Yang Que's words reached Zhen Yuanzi's ears.

Zhen Yuanzi and the three of them led the way in front and came to the center of the Taoist temple, which was also a courtyard.

In the middle of the courtyard is a large tree.

With Yang Que's lack of plant knowledge, he feels that this big tree is a bit like a willow tree.

The leaves that drooped down were wide and large, like plantain leaves.

In the middle of these leaves, there are faint white jade-colored fruits, which are about the size of apples, and they do look a bit like "golden boys" in a clump of flowers.

And that's just a little bit.

If it weren't for careful observation, or preconceived notions, it wouldn't have felt this way.

"This is the ginseng fruit tree of my Wuzhuang view." Zhen Yuanzi's tone was proud, "When you encounter gold and wood, it will disappear, and you must use 'wood' to knock it down, place it on a wooden plate, and treat it with piety before you are eligible to eat it." ”

"Oh, go pick one." Yang Que said casually.

"The breeze and the moon are the utensils for picking fruits." Zhen Yuanzi shook the dust lightly and said.

“…… This old Taoist priest. Zhu Bajie had an urge to give Zhen Yuanzi a look.

Such a pretentious person, the last time he saw him, he was still in the heavenly court.

That's right, it's the Jade Emperor who was unlucky, and his daughter and niece were all slept with by mortals.

Qingfeng Mingyue trotted away, and when she came back, she already had a wooden plate and a delicate wooden knife in her hand.

The wooden knife is the size of a dagger, with a thin edge, and although it is made of wood, it is certainly as sharp as a metal prop.

Zhen Yuanzi took matters into his own hands and "hit" the next fruit on the wooden plate: "Come on." ”

It's just a "whoop".

It seems that I have forgotten what I just saw.

"You come first." Yang Que gestured to Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi was stunned for a moment, and then showed an angry face, actually suspecting that his ginseng fruit was poisonous?

Grabbing the ginseng fruit on the wooden plate, Zhen Yuanzi took a hard bite and chewed it before swallowing: "This is a ginseng fruit!" ”

"Bajie, you first." Zhen Yuanzi finished eating, and after a while, Yang Que asked Zhu Bajie to eat first.

"......" Zhu Bajie suddenly realized the feeling of Tang Seng just now.

The life of the junior brother is also the life.

However, there is Zhen Yuanzi who eats one by himself first.

And as Zhen Yuanzi bit through the ginseng fruit, the fragrance overflowed, and Zhu Bajie's own gluttony was also aroused.

Even if Yang Que didn't let him eat it, he probably wouldn't be able to help it later.

picked up the second ginseng fruit that Qingfeng Mingyue "hit" down, Zhu Bajie swallowed it in one bite, "smash it, smash it" mouth: "It's okay, it's very fragrant and sweet." ”

"The effect? What kind of feeling of living for a hundred more years and greatly increasing your skills? Yang Que asked.

Zhu Bajie felt it carefully: "I definitely don't have anything to live for a hundred more years, but it seems to have increased my magic (demon) power, probably about thirty days of my cultivation......"

"It's only been a month?"

Yang Que frowned.

This monkey version is too monkey, right?

This kind of natural treasure, rare and exotic fruits, not to mention the Xianxia worldview, even if it is a martial arts worldview, it is often a Jiazi skill.

As a result, this ginseng fruit is only a month?

Sure enough, it doesn't grow under the cliff, and its strength is a little lacking.

"Master, come on." Yang Que picked up the fruit in the wooden plate and handed it to Tang Seng.

Tang Seng opened his mouth to refuse, which was not kind.

As a result, Yang Que directly plugged Tang Seng's mouth with ginseng fruit.

Tang Seng was startled and instinctively took a bite.

"Wu ......" The slurred voice came out of Tang Seng's mouth.

"Master, you won't waste it, will you? This ginseng fruit is good for you, and it will be more convenient to go to the west to learn scriptures in the future. Yang Que directly used the "Avenue of Learning Scriptures" to oppress people.

Tang Seng swallowed the piece he had bitten, "Amitabha", and began to eat it as if resigned to his fate.

At the same time, he closed his eyes and didn't look at the expression of the bitter lord Zhen Motoko.

"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell" is all about obtaining the scriptures.

Yang Que picked up another fruit and threw it at Qiqi.

Qiqi was not so poor, so he swallowed it directly, and licked his mouth unsatisfied.

"Alright." Yang Que didn't go to get the last fruit.

Holding the fruit bowl, the Taoist boy who didn't know whether it was Qingfeng or Mingyue was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

Zhen Yuanzi snorted lightly, even if this person still knows some rules, he knows how to keep one.

"It's already for you." His tone was arrogant, those who lose do not lose the battle, and there is no need to take back the fruit that has been picked.

"Keep it for yourself." Yang Que picked up the fruit and threw it to Zhen Yuanzi, and then looked at Zhu Bajie, "Bajie, you are full of food and work, your nail rake is useful."

"Let's transplant this ginseng tree."