Zhou Fei twisted his fingers, and the woman's soul condensed into a snow-white bead at his fingertips, which he gently put into his sleeve, looked up at the old monk of King Kong Temple, lost the previous clear talk, and said straightforwardly: "Speaking of that dress, I know it has something to do with you, and Chongqiu also came to the temple to find you for this." ”

But the old monk still didn't want to talk about the matter, his eyes were full of remembrance, looking at the green forest outside the house, "The poor monk has a junior brother, when he was young, he practiced Buddhism together, saying that he can't see the sad story of the world, when he sees it, he will inevitably think, there is a Buddha in the world, the world is still like this, even if he cultivates a Buddha, what can he do? Later, I left the small temple in my hometown, I don't know ...... that junior brother now."

"Have you become a Buddha?"

Zhou Fei suppressed the anger in his heart, shook his head lightly, and sneered: "In such a small place, what kind of true Buddha has become a Buddha, old monk, you think too much." ”

The old monk shook his head and said, "I just want to know if my junior brother is still alive, for so many years, I miss the rice porridge made by my junior brother very much." ”

Zhou Fei was about to stand up, "I won't accompany you around, I'll give you a ride, and I'll ask your junior brother if he can make porridge below." ”

The old monk's face was indifferent, and he smiled: "The Arhat golden body in the palace, if I help you get Zhou Fei, can you promise me one thing?"

Zhou Fei sat down again, feeling amused, "'I'?"

The old monk stretched out his palm, touched his bald head, and said with emotion: "I don't plan to be a monk anymore, I was left at the door of the temple since I was a child, and I was kindly taken in by the master. ”

Zhou Fei laughed heartily.

The old monk took off the outer robe, folded it neatly, put it aside, and said softly: "Please help her find a way to get out, and don't be confined in this 'small place' anymore." ”

A cyan dress with large sleeves fluttering appeared in a corner of the room.

The beauties outside the house have served Zhou Fei for many years and are well-informed, but they still feel amazing when they see this fluttering dress in the air with their own eyes.

The skirt floated to the old monk's side, and the corners of the skirt slowly fell to the ground, and finally it was vaguely visible that it was a kneeling posture.

After the old monk took off his robe, his words were no longer so exquisite, "For so many years, as the monk and the monk who preached the scriptures of this King Kong Temple, day after day, year after year, he said thousands of scriptures and Buddhism and listened to them, all kinds of characters, three religions and nine streams, they just listened to it, the battle on the battlefield is still fighting, the vendetta in the rivers and lakes is still the same, is it possible that I am a monk, pick up a knife to remove the violence and peace, and stop killing with killing?

One sleeve of the dress was lifted and covered above the neckline, making a smile to cover her mouth.

The old monk stared at Zhou Fei, "Can you do it?"

Zhou Fei was not in a hurry to give an answer, the old monk of King Kong Temple in front of him was a Buddhist saint in this world, good at books, words like a vajra, magnificent.

Zhou Fei sighed, "Traders still have to talk about a little integrity, you old monk, you really don't know that you can leave this place with this kind of recognized blessing?"

The old monk turned his head to look at the cyan dress, and said helplessly: "She's different." ”

Although Zhou Fei is an immortal who has opened his mind very early, he does not dare to claim to know all the rules, after all, before coming down, it is indispensable to be imprisoned by some true immortal secrets.

Jingxinzhai, Kongo Temple, worship building.

The leaders of these three places, after many catastrophes and accumulations, may not know less than him.

The old monk smiled, "If Master Zhou can ask this question, I will be completely relieved." ”

Zhou Fei said to himself: "For me, the best situation is, of course, to leave with Zhou Shi." But what if there is an accident, such as the current one, Zhou Shi is seriously injured, and there is almost no chance of sneaking into the ten people by fishing in troubled waters, I need to ensure that after I leave, sixty years later, Zhou Shi can have more certainty. Zhou Shi, Ya'er, Fan Wan'er, these people, no matter who they are, have gone to a bigger world, as long as someone is willing to take care of them, they will definitely be able to shine. ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Fei couldn't hide his indignation, "Lu Fang, this stupid person, obviously saw through it, but he never really broke it. Where is Lao Tzu going to find him some junior sister and sister! I was embarrassed to poke me with a sword back then......

The old monk looked up.

Zhou Fei suddenly raised his hand, and an extra letter appeared between his fingers.

Looking down at the content, Zhou Fei laughed loudly, "God help me." ”

He turned his head to look at those stunning beauties with their own merits, Zhou Fei sighed in his heart, his heart was full of regrets, not to mention the peer Tong Qingqing who did not have extravagant expectations, only said that compared to Zhou Shuzhen, the queen of Nanyuan Kingdom, Jing Xinzhai Fan Wan'er and Demon Sect Ya'er, their martial arts qualifications in front of them were still too far behind.

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Wei Yan, the prince of Nanyuan Kingdom, who was wearing civilian clothes, took the two of them through the corridor and aisle of the prince's mansion, one of them was Wei Yan's mentor, the old man was short and thin like a monkey, but he was a veritable martial arts master today.

The other person is Fan Wan'er, who was worshiped as a goddess by the children of the rivers and lakes of Nanyuan Kingdom, and the fairy who came out of Jingxinzhai, the holy land of martial arts.

Wei Yan looked strange and a little embarrassed, but he was more glad that he was just because of his teacher's side, so it was difficult to show it.

The old man who taught Wei Yanyi a high level of profound martial arts exclaimed: "Good guy, just hide under my nose, for so many years, I haven't been able to find out, when I meet, I want to ask for advice and learn the true skills of ten people in the world, the national teacher is a rare hero in the world, I have always been convinced, but I don't believe that a cook who cooks on a fire can be so powerful!"

The old man scolded.

It turned out that Jingyanglou had freshly baked a list of the latest ten people in the world, naming and saying their surnames, where they were, and the level of martial arts, all of which had concise descriptions, Ding Yingyu and his ilk, all of whom were old faces, but one of them seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and the hiding place was in the prince's mansion in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, and his identity turned out to be a cook.

There was a tall old man who was full of smoke and fire, oil and salt, and was busy squatting outside the orderly and spotless stove, holding a handful of golden fried soybeans and throwing them into his mouth one by one. The disciples and grandchildren he brought out were busy with today's lunch.

The old cook saw the figure of the crown prince Wei Yan, sighed, wrinkled his old face, and was very clean.

Wei Yan ordered the cook, miscellaneous servants and maids to disperse, and the old cook did not make a sound to stop him, and squatted in place in resignation, sighing for a long time.

The short old man who was menacing before, really met this grandmaster on the list, and suddenly lost the arrogance of the master to ask for guilt, and he was silent, staring at this old guy who was hidden in the court.

The old cook kept squinting at Fan Wan'er, took a quick look, and immediately retracted his gaze, as if he couldn't help it, and when he looked at it again, Fan Wan'er was a little strange.

Wei Yan muttered a little, could it be that he was still an old man?

Ten people in the world in the past dynasties, except for Zhou Fei of the Spring Tide Palace and Tong Qingqing, who is a woman, in fact, no one cares about the beauty of the world for a long time.

The old cook's first sentence was very capable of bluffing, "Do you know how many kinds of immortals there are?"

Wei Yan and the thin monkey old man looked at each other.

Fan Waner knew some inside stories because he was born in Jingxinzhai.

The old chef twisted a fried soybean into his mouth, "There is only food left in the world, and I have never lived up to it." If I want to take this away, then I'm ...... I'm going to be an alcoholic!"

The old cook didn't look at Fan Wan'er anymore, threw half of the fried soybeans into his mouth, clapped his hands and stood up, "The immortals went down to earth and experienced Hongchen, one is like Zhou Fei and Feng Qingbai, who knew early on what they wanted when they came to this world." Therefore, the style of acting is shocking in our eyes, but in their eyes, it is a matter of course. However, this kind of immortal will not ask for too deep things. There is also your mirror heart patriarch, Tong Qingqing, who seems to be hiding something. ”

"The second is like Lu Fang, who opens his mind relatively late, but he will definitely wake up at a certain juncture. ”

"There is another kind, it's just my guess, they have fulfilled their wishes all their lives, so they have never been able to wake up, and they have lived one life after another, and over time, their hometown has become their hometown, and a foreign land has become their hometown. This kind of person will be more special, often with brilliant skin and high martial arts talent, but in the eyes of outsiders, the achievement is always the highest, and every time it is a little worse. ”

The old cook stared at Fan Wan'er again, "But sometimes this kind of person will inevitably have the smell of 'non-compliance', and there are a handful of so-called 'devils' and 'ghosts' in the market, which have something to do with this." You little girl, have you felt anything strange about you lately?"

Fan Wan'er hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Twice." ”

The old cook nodded, and said with a smile: "Old Demon Ding is amazing, there is no one in the world who cannot be killed." There is no one who cannot be forgiven. It's no worse than the madman back then, and he's smarter, and I think he's probably going to get what he wants this time. Yu really wants to protect this world, in my opinion, it is naturally powerful, but in the eyes of some people, it is estimated that the pattern is still smaller. On the contrary, it is the national teacher Chongqiu, who has been suppressed by Yu Zhenyi, a few years ago, alone, traveling all over the mountains and rivers of the four countries and the land of the Eight Winds Barbarians, I can see that the breath will be relatively large. ”

The old cook sighed, "As for me, if you say that you will do more mistakes, you will do more, and you will die if you ignore it." I used to think about tossing and turning, but the more I got to the end, the more I watched, the more I lost my heart, this time in chaos, Ding Motou and Yu Zhenyi are rivals, there are two of them staring, this time as long as it is on the list, no one can escape, what about me, what is the immortal, I am no longer curious, I just want to live for twenty or thirty more years, I am very satisfied, so ......"

The old chef suddenly made a move, put his fingers together to make a sword trick, pierced several of his key tricks, and suddenly drenched in blood, and fell into the eyes of Yu Zhenyi or "Immortal" Chen Ping'an, almost "Hedao" breath, instantly broke the gong, from the world's top grandmaster, all the way down, reduced to a master who was inferior to the thin monkey, and chose to take the initiative to withdraw from this turbulent chaos.

The old cook's face turned pale, but he smiled with relief, and asked the crown prince Wei Yan: "With such a big prince's mansion, it should be no problem to raise a bad old man for another twenty or thirty years, right?" Of course, when I really need to help, His Royal Highness can also speak." ”

Wei Yan nodded, "Mr. just recuperates in the mansion, I will never disturb Mr.'s cultivation at will." ”

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At the top of Guniu Mountain, Zhou Shuzhen, who had just walked to the foot of the mountain and returned, took a secret letter, smiled bitterly, and handed it to Yu Zhenyi.

After Yu Zhenyi took it, he read the content of the letter, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Shuzhen said helplessly: "It must be from Jingyanglou, but it is definitely not our Jingyanglou's handiwork." ”

Yu Zhenyi looked up at the sky.

When standing high enough, the gods and men look at the mountains and rivers, and the world is a spectacular scene of stars, but it is difficult to stare at a person carefully.

Yu Zhenyi has a deep understanding of this.

For example, in his eyes, he could see Ding Laomo, Chen Ping'an, and Lu Fang on the other side of Zhuangyuan Lane, and the three people's points of light were particularly dazzling.

Farther away, for example, there are two points in the King Kong Temple and four points in the Prince's Mansion, and the brightest point suddenly dimmed.

This kind of distant view does not need to consume Yu Zhenyi's aura accumulated for many years, but if Yu Zhenyi wants to carefully "close" a person, he will have to pay a lot of price.

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In the house near Zhuangyuan Lane, Ding Lao Mo, who was wearing a silver lotus crown, suddenly received a secret letter from Jingyanglou.

Seeing the end, the old man's eyes lit up.

And such a good thing?

It's Ding Ying, who is a little moved.

He glanced at Cao Qinglang and said, "Little baby, you are lucky!"

As for the foreigner, he was definitely cheated by someone, otherwise he would never have caused such a big suppression.

In the history known to Ding Ying, every time in the Jiazi period, there was almost no such upright intervention, and no immortal was beaten like this.