Zhou Jinru listened to a storytelling, which was indeed a little interesting, but the storyteller's tone was too delicate and euphemistic, like a woman.

He turned his head and found that the audience in the teahouse was fascinated, as if they were immersed in a fantasy and experienced a completely different life situation.

"Is this storyteller eccentric?"

Zhou Jinru subconsciously used emotional perception to bypass the screen and observe the storyteller's situation, he knew that he could not be affected by the spiritual source stone technique, let alone fall into an illusion and could not extricate himself, so his body feeling was not as good as others.

After investigation, the storyteller has a normal source of emotions and does not seem to be aware of emotional perception, so there is nothing abnormal.

Just when he was puzzled, the strange Ruper sitting on the right hand side opened his confused eyes, and his consciousness gradually returned to clarity, he turned his head to look at Zhou Jinru, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, you don't feel nothing, do you?" ”

"No, I didn't find anything."

Ruper showed a look of regret: "That's a pity, you should have enjoyed a different life experience, and now it seems that you have no fate with this teahouse?" ”

Zhou Jinru raised his eyebrows: "How do you say this?" ”

"Do you know, this storyteller has a unique source stone technique, the story told from his mouth has a magical power, which will make the listener have an immersive hallucination, but in fact, there is no negative impact, it is simply to experience the journey of a story character, the story just told is called Xi'e Running to the Moon, it is very interesting, I still want to listen to it again."

Looking at Ruper's unfinished expression, Zhou Jinru knew that it was his mountain that blocked the storyteller's special ability, so that he didn't find anything.

"In that case, there's no point in me staying here."

Zhou Jinru got up to leave, and when he walked out of the teahouse door, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and when he turned back, the alley behind him disappeared and became a wall.

He touched the hard wall, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and kicked his legs hard, easily turning over the wall, and on the other side of the wall was an empty abandoned factory area, and there was nothing.

"Interesting."

He was an anomaly, so the owner of the teahouse did not welcome him, and not only closed the door, but also blocked the road.

The dragon gate under the night is really strange, and all kinds of strange things are strange.

The teahouse was nowhere to be found, and Zhou Jinru turned it over again, and when he landed on the ground, he saw a monk walking from the other end of the street with a scroll on his back.

"Hello donor."

"You're okay too."

The monk crossed Zhou Jinru and continued to walk forward, and just after a few steps, he found a man in a black coat following him.

"Is there anything else going on with the donor?"

"It's okay, I just want to follow you for a few steps."

The monk was silent and turned to ignore it, but from the street to the end of the street, the man always followed him, never leaving five meters behind him.

Zhou Jinru saw it really, the monk who appeared in front of him was definitely the two oral painting idiot monks in the school palace, he had time, and he definitely couldn't let go of such a strange person, and he also had an intuition that this monk had a certain connection with the teahouse.

If he hadn't alarmed the teahouse, maybe the painting idiot monk would have gone straight in.

"Why does the donor keep following the little monk?"

"I see that you and I are destined to walk together for a while, could it be that you have something unsightly to do with you, monk, and you are afraid that I will watch from the sidelines?"

The painting idiot monk said: "The donor has earth-shattering power, why bother the little monk?" ”

Seeing this, Zhou Jinru sighed and said: "The blessings and misfortunes here are unknown, why are you embarrassed?" ”

The two of them were talking, and a fog blew from nowhere, enveloping them in it, and they couldn't see each other clearly when they met each other.

In this way, it is almost certain that there is a problem with the teahouse, and it has a lot to do with the painting of the obsessive monk.

Zhou Jinru suddenly reached out his hand, pierced through the mist, grabbed the monk's shoulder, and the two people who were close at hand but getting farther and farther were instantly connected, the fog gradually dissipated, and the teahouse appeared in front of them again.

The monk said in a low voice: "Is the donor satisfied?" ”

"Okay."

The man in black stretched out his hand to push open the door of the teahouse, and after more than ten minutes, the lively lobby was empty, only the melon seeds and husks scattered everywhere proved that there were many customers here.

The painting monk followed behind, and when he entered the door, his hands folded, his expression extremely reverent, as if facing his faith.

By this time, the screen had been removed, and the storyteller, dressed in classical robes, sat behind the podium, quietly watching the two guests.

"Don't worry about me, just treat me as air, you can say whatever you want."

Zhou Jinru found a place to sit down, not caring about the storyteller's gaze at all.

The painting idiot monk stared at the storyteller and said softly: "Please don't blame this benefactor, he has a sincere heart, because he is worried about the little monk to make this decision." ”

The storyteller snorted, "You want to be a good person." ”

Zhou Jinru said with a smile: "Longmen is now in ruins, and there are many unstable factors, the charm and the ghosts are infested, the demons and spirits are outcropping, I have a relationship with the monk, I am afraid that he will be shallow, and he accidentally fell on the road, and was painted and dissected to drink, you see my ancient road is hot, why am I not a good person?" ”

"Hey, donor, you can't talk nonsense, if the little monk is blessed and shallow, he died thirty years ago, how can he still stand here today?"

The storyteller ignored Zhou Jinru at all, and turned to the painting idiot monk: "You and I have been separated for 30 years, and now you are looking for me, why?" ”

The painting monk opened his lips, but he didn't know what to say, he sighed silently in his heart, as if he had made up his mind, and reached out to hold the rope wrapped around him.

"Donor, thirty years have passed in a hurry, and the little monk has been like a day for decades, just to participate in the Zen machine, but fortunately, he succeeded by chance, and wanted to repay a favor back then."

"When did you owe me a favor?"

"The grace of a meal will never be forgotten."

Crash.

The huge painting scroll behind the painting monk flew horizontally in mid-air, and in a trance, the fiery red maple leaves flew in the teahouse, like a ball of fire.

The slightly yellowed painting paper unfolds slowly, in the picture scroll, there are the sun and the moon, there are mountains and rivers, there are birds and beasts, there are green pines and green grass, and there is more cooking smoke.

"The little monk has spent thirty years, barely understanding a trace of mystery, and I dare not say that he has a lot of ability, at least he can help the donor."

At the same time as the scroll unfolded, the painting idiot monk aged at a speed visible to the naked eye by nearly twenty years, from a man in the prime of life to a gray-haired drooping old man.

"What's the name of this painting?"

"Nameless, let's call it the world."

The storyteller chewed on the name, his expression became extremely complicated, a faint mist diffused out, and he said helplessly: "Why are you suffering?" ”

"In order to repay the kindness of a meal, if there was no bowl of rice from the benefactor, the little monk would have died long ago, how could he enter."

"That's fine."

There was a faint hint of the soft groan of the giant beast, and the scroll suspended in the air was upside down by a terrifying force, and a paintbrush appeared out of thin air, adding a few strokes to all the original pictures, and a small monk with a bag on his back could be vaguely seen walking in the painting.

The storyteller said lightly: "I have accepted your love, if there is something important in the future, you can come to me again with this painting, and I can help you once within the scope of my ability, you can go back." ”

The scroll rolled up again, and a light breeze held the body of the obsessive monk and pushed him out of the door.

But there was still a person in the teahouse who did not leave, and even watched what happened with great interest.

"You're not leaving?"

"I'm getting more and more curious about your identity."

"Please come back, you're not welcome here!"

The storyteller had a straight face and was about to start driving people away, but he heard a loud bang, and saw a flash of fire break through the door and rush in from the outside!

"It's ...... years, how could she be here?! ”

The storyteller was taken aback, and hurriedly closed the teahouse, with his strength, it was not a problem to transfer before the year, but in this way, he took it away with the man in black.

On the street corner, the white-haired woman gently stroked the exploded brick wall and muttered: "I ran so fast, I didn't catch up with it in a hurry, it seems that I have to think of another way to hide it." ”

She turned her head to look at the painting idiot monk: "Hey, little monk, is there anyone else besides you just now?" ”

……

The beautiful girl in Tsing Yi and black hair sighed, no matter where she lived in seclusion, her sister always stuck to it like a dog skin plaster, how could she not shake it off, this time she also borrowed someone else's hand to break her door, fortunately she ran fast and was not caught.

The dragon gate is no longer safe, and she must leave quickly.

But before that, there is one more important thing to deal with.

"Well, is this what you are?"

Zhou Jinru supported her head with one hand, staring at the woman in Tsing Yi who was in a daze, she seemed to be distracted most of the time.

I used to look like a male storyteller, could it be to experience life?

This guy ......

The woman in Tsing Yi was not angry, if it weren't for this guy, she wouldn't have failed to find her sister's traces in time.

"I'll open a door, you go out by yourself, don't force me to invite you out."

"I bet you won't want me to leave as long as you have three words."

"What nonsense you have!"

Dengzi, how can this be reasonable!

The woman in Tsing Yi waved her sleeves, the paintbrush splashed ink in the air, and a classical wooden door stood in front of the man in black, and she could leave here as long as she took a step forward.

Zhou Jinru said softly: "You are not a human being, if I guess correctly, you should be a concept." ”

A crack opened in the wooden door.

"The painting of the obsessive monk is useful to you, but it is not very useful, he does understand something, but you basically can't use it because of the realm."

The wooden door was halfway open.

"You've been trying to stabilize your state, but the effect is not good, you're very conflicted, because if you can't stabilize the state, you will eventually become an irrational monster, or become no longer what you are now, but to stabilize the state means to pay more, so you want to close yourself off, even if you wait for death, you would rather bear it alone."

The wooden door was completely open.

Zhou Jinru stepped out.

Bang!

The wooden door slammed shut, and the panel hit his nose hard, and the man in black fell to the floor.

The woman in Tsing Yi had an ugly face: "Who are you, what is your relationship with my sister, or who are you from Dayan?!" ”

"No, I'm nothing, I don't know your sister, who is she? I basically have nothing to do with Da Yan, and I'm not a Da Yan person. ”

Zhou Jinru got up from the ground with a serious expression: "With your ingenuity, can't you think of why I know this?" ”

There are some things that only the same kind can empathize with, and the woman in Tsing Yi stared at the man's face: "You'd better not lie to me." ”

"I never lie."

"Then tell me, who are you?"

"I'm a wanderer, and I've been wandering this land for a long, long time."

In the past forty years, the main reason why Zhou Jinru has not opened the void to travel through time is that he cannot effectively stabilize his state, and every time he uses a point of strength, the coldness from the depths of his heart will increase, and it will take him a long time to counteract.

If you continue to travel through the void and go directly to 1098, the final result is likely to be that the person who actually arrived at that year is already another Zhou Jinru.

He thought of a lot of ways, but he could only use day after day, with long years to stabilize his state, and even then, there were several fluctuations.

When the nymphomaniac monk took out the painting, Zhou Jinru realized his true purpose and used the power in the painting to stabilize and reinforce.

It's enough for ordinary humans, but the woman in front of her can't be stabilized by a painting, otherwise she wouldn't have made such a decision.

"We are the same kind, and only the same kind know each other's difficulties."

The woman in Tsing Yi stared at Zhou Jinru's face, as if confirming something, she shook her head: "Impossible, it is impossible to give birth to an existence like us in this era, you must be lying to me!" ”

"Believe it or not, it's true."

Zhou Jinru looked around, and the enclosed space where the woman in Tsing Yi was hiding seemed to be an attic, full of large and small shelves, as well as various books and picture scrolls, and even a lot of bamboo slips.

"You're still a hole of your own here."

"You are not allowed to slash!"

"Okay, I'm not going to mess around, you like painting very much, I once did a wrong thing and led a good painter Miaozi astray, and I will never come back."

The woman in Tsing Yi had a stunned expression: "What did you do?" ”

"I opened the door to a new world for that artist."

Zhou Jinru's smile was more ugly than crying.

"What is the gateway to the new world?"

He quickly closed his mouth, refusing to say another word.

Just kidding, it's enough for this kind of thing to happen once, and if you do it again, he'd rather die.

"Look, we know everything now, can you tell me what your name is?"

"Who knows you all about it?!"

"Well, in that case, you open the door and let me go back."

The woman in Tsing Yi thought for a moment and decisively refused: "No, unless you tell me the answer to the question just now." ”

She has closed herself off for many years, so long that she has forgotten what the real earth is like, and now that she has the opportunity, how can she let it go?

Zhou Jinru shook his head again and again: "Then you tell me what your name is first." ”

“…… Evening. ”

"What?"

"Eve!"

The paintbrush smeared the name of the woman in Tsing Yi in front of Zhou Jinru.

Zhou Jinru exclaimed: "Are you Xi?!" And your sister is the year?! ”