The middle-aged man looks like Zhong Kui, with a messy beard and a long sword, and his first impression is that he is sloppy, without any special temperament, but with a trace of the freedom of the Jianghu people.

Mu Qingxiao was still sitting cross-legged on the wooden board, as if he was not aware of the comers, calming his mind, like an old monk in his meditation, without missing a trace of breath.

"Today's young people really don't care about their lives, and they don't live in the inns in the town, but they want to live in this haunt's nest."

Seeing Mu Qingxiao wearing a white shirt, wearing jade ornaments on his waist, and his face was like a crown of jade, looking forward to Gu Shenghui, he didn't look like an ordinary person at all, but traveled like a son of a family.

It's a lot of money, and it doesn't look like you have no money, but you actually live in this kind of place, is it possible to have a special fetish?

In his eyes, among the children of the family, who is not an arrogant and domineering personality, is willing to live in such a dirty and gloomy place.

Shaking his head slightly, he closed the door of the monk's house, found a clean place and sat down, and put the long sword and package he was carrying aside.

Take out a few pieces of pancake and a pot of wine, and stuff them into the sea.

After a while, the middle-aged man saw that Mu Qingxiao was still like a rock, and couldn't help but ask: "Little brother, in Xia Yan Chixia, dare to ask the name of the honorable person." ”

Mu Qingxiao raised his eyebrows, and gradually opened his eyes, in which the luster flowed, and glanced at Yan Chixia.

"Didn't your master tell you that it was very impolite to interfere with others when they were cultivating?"

The two looked at each other, Yan Chixia trembled violently, quickly looked away, held her eyes with both hands, and the corners of her eyes twitched fiercely.

The moment his eyes met just now, his eyes seemed to have been stabbed by a sharp sword, and tears of pain were about to come out.

Although his eyes stinged, it was not enough to make him scream, but there was already a storm in his heart.

Originally, he thought that the latter was just a child of a family who didn't know the height of the sky, but he didn't expect that he didn't know Taishan with eyes.

The young man in front of him, where is the child of a family, his cultivation is simply terrifying, just by that glance, the gap between the two is reflected.

"Thank you for the mercy of the seniors, the juniors Yan Chixia, I don't know that the seniors are here, how offended."

Coming back to her senses, Yan Chixia hurriedly apologized, the aura of the youth in front of her was restrained freely, and her every move revealed a certain artistic conception, I am afraid that even his mentor is inferior.

What's more, he really took the lead in the first place, broke into the monk's house without asking, and drank and ate by himself.

He is also a monk, and he knows very well what an idiot he was just doing, and it is absolutely taboo for a monk to be disturbed in his cultivation.

If you go crazy, you will go crazy, and if you are serious, you will die and die!

Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao waved his hand and said in a calm tone: "There is no need to apologize, there is a monk's house opposite, you can go next door." ”

"Yes, the juniors will say goodbye first."

Respectfully ordered the package and the long sword, exited the monk's house and closed the door, Yan Chixia was still confused.

He has been practicing for a long time, so he naturally knows that there are people outside the human world, and there is a truth outside the sky.

There are not only mountain spirits and lonely ghosts in the world, but also powerful monks, and his master is one of them.

But the young man in the monastic house gave him an extremely terrifying feeling.

I can't see a clue at all, he looks like an ordinary person, but just a glance stings his eyes, this terrifying strength is simply incredible.

What happened just now told him a truth, don't judge people by their appearance.

A seemingly ordinary young man may be a demon, a ghost, or a powerful monk with a good face.

Seeing the closed door of the monk's house, Mu Qingxiao rolled it casually, and the ever-bright lamps on the four walls lit up strangely, shining brightly on the entire monk's house.

Looking at the closed wooden door, Mu Qingxiao closed his eyes and instantly entered a state of cultivation.

Yan Chixia's arrival didn't mean anything to him at all.

For a powerless scholar like Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia is a good bodyguard, but for him, he is not even as good as an ant.

Climbing relationships is simply an international joke, and a monk who has built a ninefold foundation is also worth him to climb relationships?

As for making friends, he didn't have time to waste on this kind of thing now, so he might as well use it on refining Burning Silence and Jade Heng.

In this way, his strength will also improve much faster.

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In the middle of the night, the bright moonlight was obscured by the dark clouds, and a black curtain covered the land.

Outside Lanruo Temple, the wind is blowing, the branches and weeds sound the sound of rustling, and then a pair of white and tender hands open the bushes and come to the gate of Lanruo Temple.

The person who came was a young man, dressed in a white shirt, wearing a scarf, with a delicate face, and he looked like a weak scholar.

The young scholar looked at the Lanruo Temple, which was covered with dust and cobwebs, and felt a little cold in his heart.

But when he saw that there was light in the two monks' houses, his eyes lit up, obviously someone lived here, and he was overjoyed, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and walked forward.

"Knock knock..."

On a gloomy night, there was a loud knock on the door, and the wooden door of the monk's house opened, and a middle-aged man with a messy beard on his face was greeted by a fierce and vicious look, which startled the young man.

"In Xia Ning Caichen, I was looking for a place to stay, but I didn't know that it was inconvenient here."

Glancing at Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia glanced at her mouth disdainfully, and said, "Boy, do you want to die, you actually came to this kind of ghost den." ”

Although he looked away just now, he didn't believe that the scholar with fine skin and tender flesh in front of him was a high-ranking senior, and he didn't give him a good look at the moment.

"Haunted den? There are no ghosts in this world, they are all nonsense made up by you people. ”

Glancing at his mouth, Ning Caichen's face was full of disdain, and he was about to go to the monk's house next door, but he was hurriedly stopped by Yan Chixia.

"Boy, what do you want to do?"

Hearing this, Ning Caichen said: "If you don't let me live here, you can't drive me away, can't I go to other monks' houses?" ”

"Wait...... This monastic house is big enough, you can live in it, don't go next door, you know? ”

Glancing at Yan Chixia strangely, and then glancing at the monk's house next door, Ning Caichen nodded slightly, and then walked into the monk's house in front of him, but said in his mouth: "Inexplicable." ”

Ignoring Ning Caichen no more, Yan Chixia took off the long sword she was carrying, looked at the dark woods, her eyes were solemn, she looked back at the monk's house, and slowly walked into it.

It's not that he wants to stop Ning Caichen, but he has to stop it.

The seniors in the monastic house have already been disturbed once just now, and if they are disturbed once, I am afraid that anyone else will be angry.

He just didn't want to be implicated by an ignorant hairy boy like Ning Caichen.

The night was getting dark, the wind was whistling and whining, the dilapidated temple was standing, and Yan Chixia was holding a long sword and disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

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(End of chapter)