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The old man ignored Qin Jihuan's doubts, and as he spoke, he got up and put away the fishing gear, handed it over to the pigtail to take care of, silently propped up a bamboo pole, and rowed to the shore with great effort.

Qin Jihuan tilted his head, watching the movements of this pair of strange grandfathers and grandsons, but he suddenly exerted force under his feet and silently followed.

Walking to the shore, the old man and the pigtail put away the bamboo raft, picked up today's harvest and left, but after a long time, seeing that Qin Jihuan was still following him unhurriedly, the old man couldn't help but ask helplessly,

"Why is this hero following us?"

"Hehe, I've been walking alone for so long, and I finally met someone who interests me, so I naturally want to go and have a look."

Qin Jihuan did not deny that he was following, but admitted his curiosity with a smile.

It's no wonder that along the way, Qin Jihuan has seen a lot of martial arts people, but he has never been able to make him interested, and the strange grandson in front of him gives him the feeling, well, it's amazing.

"Alas, pigtails, do you see that? Don't talk nonsense anymore. ”

When the old man heard this, he gently touched the head of the pigtail and said with kindness.

"Uh, I said uncle, you keep saying that pigtails talk nonsense, what did she say?"

Qin Jihuan saw that the old man was educating the pigtails like this, and couldn't help but ask with doubts.

"If she hadn't spoken, how would she have attracted the hero to follow?"

"Huh? Uh,"

Qin Jihuan wanted to refute, but he reluctantly found that it seemed to be the case, if the pigtail didn't speak, the old man wouldn't explain out loud, and he naturally wouldn't care about the pair of ordinary grandchildren fishing on the lake.

"But grandpa, why are we hiding in Tibet? The pigtails are so scary. ”

At this time, the pigtail, which had been sullen, suddenly spoke, and with a thick crying voice, seeing that the big tears were about to fall.

"Alas, it's grandpa who is sorry for you."

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly squatted down, hugged the pigtail into his arms in distress, and said gloomily.

"What kind of enemy did you meet, uncle?"

When Qin Jihuan heard this, he seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but say kindly,

"If that's the case, I still have some connections in the capital, and if you two want, I can introduce you there."

"Big brother, is the capital big?"

Hearing Qin Jihuan's words, the old man hadn't spoken yet, his pigtails were already flashing with a pair of cute big eyes, and he asked curiously.

"Big, really big."

Qin Jihuan looked at the little pigtail that he had never seen the world, and his heart was also inexplicably sad, he stepped forward and touched the little head of the pigtail, but said to the old man,

"Old man, what kind of enemy do you have? Are you going to hide in Tibet with pigtails all the time? ”

"Ugh."

Seeing that this old man could only sigh all the time, Qin Jihuan couldn't help frowning again, and was about to open his mouth to reprimand, but he didn't expect the pigtail to suddenly speak,

"Grandpa, big brother is a good person."

"Huh?"

Seeing the pigtail's serious appearance, Qin Jihuan was about to speak, but he heard the old man say,

"Little pigtail, you have to remember that people's hearts are sinister, and you can't believe in a person unconditionally just because you think he is a good person."

"You!"

Qin Jihuan saw that this old man was so ignorant, and he couldn't help but say,

"You old man really don't know what to do! If I hadn't seen the pigtails as pitiful, who would care about you? I see that she is following you, and her life is going to be ruined!! ”

"Yes, pigtails really can't follow me all the time."

"Grandpa! Don't you want me? ”

"I said, old man, what the hell do you want to say?"

Qin Jihuan, who was covered by this strange old man, asked in confusion.

"I want to ask the hero to take the pigtails as an apprentice."

"What!?"

Qin Jihuan, who was taken aback by this strange old man's astonishing words, instantly exclaimed, this old man, can't he have a nervous disorder?

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

Just as he was about to listen to the old man explain the reason, Qin Jihuan suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves not far away, depending on the situation, there were a lot of people!

When I looked up, I saw a large group of knights with weapons in their hands, chasing a monk dressed in a red monk's robe and carrying a black tripod on his back!

"I'll go! This is Shi Wuzun!! ”

Qin Jihuan saw the monk's appearance clearly, and his eyes widened suddenly, obviously he didn't expect to meet Shi Wuzun so soon!

"Alas,"

Qin Jihuan didn't notice that the strange old man beside him sighed softly again when he saw this, caressing the pigtail's head with love, but his eyes were full of sadness.

"Shi Wuzun!! I respect you for a generation of monks! Hand over the fire monkey to me! Our Peerless City will never treat you badly! ”

"Amitabha, good, good."

Shi Wuzun? Fire monkeys? Matchless City? Why is this scene so familiar?

Qin Jihuan suddenly looked back in shock at this time, and looked at the pair of grandchildren behind him with calm faces, if he didn't know the identity of this old man at this time, it would be too idiotic.

Mud Bodhisattva!

I really didn't expect that the weird old man I met by chance turned out to be the world-famous mud bodhisattva!

No wonder, thinking of the conversation between him and the pigtail before, Qin Jihuan knew in his heart that the mud bodhisattva who didn't want to reveal his identity and didn't want the pigtail to learn to lie could only ask her not to talk nonsense.

"The predecessor is the mud bodhisattva?"

Qin Jihuan didn't pay attention to Dugu Ming, Shi Wuzun and the others in front of him, but looked at the strange person in front of him with great interest, who claimed to be able to understand the heavens.

I don't know how this mud bodhisattva compares with the fate of the Republic of China world?

This thought suddenly popped out of Qin Jihuan's mind, and then he shook his head secretly, it should be inferior, right?

You must know that even he is not a person from that world, and even instructed Hua Yingying to use outsiders like them to change his life against the sky, this kind of calculation ability is simply against the sky.

In comparison, the mud bodhisattva only calculated the life of the hero, and it may not even be accurate, and it is naturally much inferior to fate.

After all, if it weren't for his two criticisms, who knows if Xiongba would turn against Fengyun?

Especially Nie Feng, in terms of his character, if it weren't for Xiongba taking the lead in dealing with him, he should never resist his master for the rest of his life, right?

So from the perspective of a bystander, I don't know if it was the superstition of the Bodhisattva that made the Bodhisattva of Mud, or the criticism of the Bodhisattva that manipulated the life of the Bodhisattva?

"Yes, the old man is indeed a mud bodhisattva, a hero who breaks the army, I want you to take pigtails as an apprentice, I don't know what you think?"

"If you take in the apprentices, I'm now, wait!"

Qin Jihuan was talking, but he reacted suddenly, and asked with wide eyes,

"How do you know I'm a broken army?"

Without waiting for the mud bodhisattva to speak, Qin Jihuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and asked with a shocked face,

"You brought me here on purpose?"

By now, he finally understood it all.

It turned out that from the moment they met in the lake, he had already fallen into the calculations of the mud bodhisattva, first aroused his interest with strange words and actions, and then led him all the way to this place, so that he could use his hand to deal with these people who were not good for them!

Good calculation!

What a calculation!

Qin Jihuan looked at the mud bodhisattva who still had a calm face, and he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at this time, was it the anger that was calculated? Or was it shocked by the count? Or is it just a curiosity about this person?

Anyway, after realizing that he might be calculated, his impression of the mud bodhisattva has dropped to a freezing point. (To be continued.) )