"Golden Cicada, there are two traversers, what should I do?" Yuan Xing called Jin Cicada in his heart, could it be that he had to send both of them away to complete the task, but what if Fang Qiwu was unwilling to leave? He can't beat people.

"This, in the past, at most I couldn't find someone who was destined, and this situation has never happened." Jin Cicada's words slowly emerged, and Yuan Xing actually saw the hesitation in it: "How about the other party's willingness?" ”

At this time, Fang Qiwu suddenly stood up and leaned out, almost face to face with Yuan Xing, staring at him tightly: "Who is the little monk communicating with?" A pair of watery, bright black eyes flashed with light, and there was a sense of coldness.

In the past many years, Yuanxing has never been so close to the opposite sex. Being forced to look at me like this, coupled with the faint fragrance that poured into the tip of my nose, I felt like I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't speak.

......Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fang Qiwu seemed to have lost interest in talking, so he didn't care about it, and straightened up: "I'm hungry, I'll let Xiao Er serve wine and food." With that, he paced out the door in a chic manner.

"The aura on this woman's body is extremely mysterious, and I'm afraid the origin is not simple. People can suppress you with one hand, her murderous aura is very heavy, you should be careful yourself. The golden cicada popped out these two sentences, and it automatically disappeared.

Yuan Xing is speechless, so you are also cowardly, right?

After a while, the innkeeper brought some vegetarian steamed buns, and Yuan Xing stood up and walked to the side of the bed and sat cross-legged, not looking at the food. After some tossing and turning, it was almost evening, and he had eaten at noon.

"Don't eat for lunch?" Fang Qiwu looked at him with a smile: "Chinese monks work a lot of self-cultivation and self-eating, and the Tang Dynasty changed the rules and had to eat four or five meals a day. In the next generation, only a very small number of monasteries have this habit, so where do you practice? "This is Chi Guoguo asking about the origin.

"The poor monk has been practicing in Qingzhou Tianchan Temple since he was a child." The eyelids were half closed, and Yuan Xing replied lightly.

"Qingzhou?" Zhou Mo, who was munching on steamed buns on the side, looked up strangely, this place name is quite ancient.

"The poor monk is just a wild monk in modern times." Perhaps sympathetic to the same disease, Yuan Xing did not hide the fact that he had crossed: "Tianchan Temple is in the other world, and the poor monks have lived there for sixteen years. The tone was a little erratic, and after leaving for a few months, I actually missed my master and brother a little again.

"It's rare that you can still practice sincerely when you leave the monastery, no wonder I see that you have a clean temperament and a dusty appearance." Fang Qiwu sighed: "It turned out to be a true cultivator. ”

"The Taoist praises falsely. It's just a habit for many years, and I'm too lazy to change it. ”

Fang Qiwu stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled, took a mouthful of food and put it in his mouth: "I'm the oldest here, and the next itinerary will be arranged by me, you two have no opinion, right?" ”

"I hear the sermon." Zhou Mo replied quickly.

"Do as I am told." Gassho of the edge line. Although the age and origin of the family were not disclosed, according to Zhou Mo's description, he was obviously half a landlord, and it was much better to listen to her than to be blind in both eyes. Three months is still very easy to mix. But at this time, he didn't know that the other party was a local snake, but it was also a trouble-inducing physique, and the future itinerary would be very exciting.

"Let's go south tomorrow, at least enter the land of the Great Song Dynasty." Fang Qiwu clapped his hands and made a decision.

"Why? It's almost summer, how cool is the north? Zhou Mo was puzzled.

"Because there will be a big war in Song Liao this year, and the consequence of this war is to conclude the Tanyuan Alliance." Yuan Xing explained, but sighed in his heart, this guy still claims to be a writer, and he doesn't know about such a famous war.

"We can't afford to provoke either party, and we have to hide far away, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble." Fang Qiwu nodded, but his tone was extremely complicated.

Yuan Xing sighed, knowing the end, but he could only watch the war happen, which was not a good feeling. Have the heart to change? The armies on both sides will not listen to him, and they are really powerless.

The atmosphere froze for a long time, Yuan Xing patted his bald head, took out two cans of Coke from his baggage and placed them on the table: "This is the last stock of the poor monk." "Actually, this cola is also the last link used to verify the identity of the traverser, but the other two directly revealed their identities, and they didn't use it, and it was definitely not carried by him. As for whether archaeologists in the future of this world will dig up something that does not belong to antiquity in a certain tomb, this is not something he should consider.

Zhou Mo didn't think this was a good thing, and took the lead in taking a breath of Mengguan, drank it in two sips, and burped with satisfaction.

Fang Qiwu stared at it for a long time, and then took out a booklet from his arms and threw it to Yuan Xing: "Poor Dao is not drinking your things in vain, I see that your internal strength and external skills are not bad, but your body method is less flexible, this is my self-created light skill, take it and learn it." ”

Seeing that the other party answered, she knocked open and took a sip, her movements were very slow, she couldn't see her expression clearly when she covered her face with a mask, but her eyes were rippling, obviously not calm in her heart......

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This night, Yuan Xing and Zhou Mo were in a room.

"Master, why don't you sleep in a bed?" Zhou Mo looked at the monk who was laying on the floor, a little embarrassed.

"Poor monks meditate instead of sleep on weekdays, and there is a place to do it, and the donor doesn't have to care." Yuan Xing smiled, sat directly on the mattress, but did not settle down, but took out the booklet given by Fang Qiwu and read it by the candlelight.

This exercise, called "Light Water Flowing Waves", not only has a nice name, but also has a very profound content, which is obviously an extremely clever body and light exercise.

Zhou Mo said with some envy: "I also begged Daoist Fang to learn some kung fu, and Daoist said that I was old and only taught some fists and feet." ”

Yuan Xing glanced at him and comforted: "Fang Daochang's strength is unfathomable, and it is also a great fate to only learn some fists and feet." When I go back in the future, I will definitely be of great use. ”

"Yes!" Zhou Mo nodded approvingly: "I can see that the Dao Commander is powerful, we have encountered several waves of savage bandits before, and the Dao Chief is too lazy to deal with it, and he flies up with such a big person as me, and the other party can't catch up on horseback." I could only feel the wind blowing in my ears, it was really exciting. After a pause, he shook his shoulders again and sighed: "It's just that every time I come down, it's either my arm hurts or my shoulder hurts." ”

Yuanxing: "......"

On the second day, this strange combination of a monk and a layman began to go south, and after five days they arrived in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, and the way was smooth sailing, only delayed at the checkpoint for some time, and finally Fang Daochang spent some money to clear the customs safely.

After crossing the customs, several people did not stop, but continued to walk south. And after these days of getting along, several people have become very familiar.

On this day, when they walked to a village, it was already evening, and several people settled in a dilapidated land temple outside the village.

Since the dry food had been exhausted at noon, the monks began to discuss who would pay for the food, one said that the toll for entering the customs before was paid by himself, and the other said that the dry food at noon was bought by himself, anyway, no one wanted to pay, let alone move.

I don't know if it's a conflict of beliefs or a personality problem, there will be an argument during the break along the way, and it is rare that although the two are arguing, the tone is unhurried and unhurried, without a trace of anger. Anyway, these two people just talked about it, and they never really fought, so Zhou Mo should watch cross talk to relieve his boredom. It's just that after a day's walk today, he is hungry.

"I said, since you don't want to pay, then turn your fate! One of you is a Taoist and the other is a monk, and you are not familiar with this business? Zhou Mo couldn't cry or laugh, these two people had a lot of money, and no one was the master who lacked silver, and now saying this was obviously raising each other's bars, and he couldn't help but say his own solution.

As soon as his voice fell, the scene was immediately quiet.

A monk looked at each other for a while, Fang Qiwu coughed, looked up at the sky, and said leisurely; "Poor Dao has always only been with benefactors who are pleasing to the eye, and there is no one who is destined for me here." After that, he squinted and glanced at the other side: "Unlike Buddhist disciples, people have to eat whatever they give, as if they want to eat." ”

"......" Yuan Xing was speechless, it was too heart-wrenching, eldest sister, even if you really wanted food, we didn't want your family?

I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who can enter your eyes, right? Zhou Mo complained in his heart, and looked at the monk again.

Yuan Xing scratched his bald head, and said with some embarrassment: "It's not a bad meal, the poor monk has already eaten lunch, and then turning into a fate is a violation of the precepts." He couldn't help but think of his only experience of incarnation, alas, not to mention it.

"Gotcha." Zhou Mo slapped his forehead, sighed and said: "I'm not as successful as you in cultivation, I'm hungry all the way, who of you two can give some silver and 20%, can't I, a layman, buy it?" As he spoke, he extended his hand to the two......