Han Chuang said: "What kind of martial soul can be called absolute?"

Nie Yuxin didn't speak, stretched out his hand, and pointed at Han Chuang.

"Me?" Han Chuang showed an incredulous expression. Although he was a little expected, he still couldn't believe it when it really came.

Nie Yuxin smiled and said, "Yes, it's you." After a pause, he explained: "The old man has never seen a martial soul similar to you, nor has he ever seen a martial soul with a devouring effect in any book or legend, and your martial soul is unique in the old man's opinion." ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "I don't understand. ”

He had a feeling that Nie Yuxin had bad intentions to say this to him, trying to lead him down a wrong path, he could clearly feel that the ambition in his heart was quietly breeding, but he was unwilling to disturb, let alone extinguish the fire of ambition.

- He took it for granted, as a time-traveler.

Nie Delusion was blind and couldn't see the flickering of Han Chuang's eyes at this moment, but it was precisely because he was blind that he could feel Han Chuang's vacillation, the blind man always "sees" clearly than the clear-eyed person, it is a kind of undetectable shake of faith, it may be a little bit at first, but it is like a seed breaking out of the ground, and it will eventually grow into a towering tree.

Nie Yuxin smiled: "You will understand, one day you will understand your own specialness, which is a unique gift from God." ”

Han Chuang couldn't see the eyes behind the sunglasses, but he could feel that even if he was blind, these eyes still revealed a different kind of light.

He felt a little upset, inexplicably upset.

"Let's go first. ”

He pulled Nie Qingqing away.

In the dark tunnel, the footsteps were so clear, and Han Chuang's heartbeat was equally clear, today's events had caused him too many waves, and he needed to calm his heart.

Nie Qingqing held Han Chuang's hand and said softly, "Don't listen to my father, he just said it casually, the avenue is too far away from us." ”

Feeling the temperature coming from his palm, Han Chuang suddenly felt a sense of happiness, but this feeling flashed away, and his heart was once again occupied by panic.

"You don't know, you don't understand, I'm really special, very special. ”

Crossing a very special thing is also a thing that cannot be said to anyone, even the closest people.

The panic in Han Chuang's heart was not only due to the temptation of the Great Dao, but also because of the crossing. This matter was first a thorn in his throat.

He has always deliberately avoided it, but this time, he can't avoid it.

Nie Qingqing hugged Han Chuang's waist from behind and said softly: "I know, I understand, I really know, I really understand your specialness, from the first time we met, I felt your specialness." You defeated me with swordsmanship, on the chain bridge, I would have died, but you saved me regardless of yourself, you were injured for me, you were born and died for me, and finally you were even expelled from the sect for me, I know all of this, and I understand it. Don't doubt yourself, really don't. ”

Maybe it was because of Nie Qingqing's sincere words, or maybe it was because he was far away from the person who stirred his soul, Han Chuang gradually calmed down.

He smiled slightly, turned around and held Nie Qingqing's face, and said gently, "Don't worry, Qingqing." I don't doubt myself, I know my ability and my limits, I understand that those unrealistic things should not be what I can pursue at this moment, rest assured, I have neither high nor low self, I have a ruler in my heart to measure myself. ”

"Don't worry. ”

Han Chuang didn't know if he was really what he said, but he had to reassure Nie Qingqing, he didn't want to see Nie Qingqing worry about him.

Nie Qingqing stared into his eyes, and after a while, he spoke: "Okay, I understand, let's go and join City Lord Wei and them first." ”

Han Chuang nodded.

The city that never sleeps in the desert is called the city that never sleeps because there is no quiet night here.

When the sky is dark, the life of the city that never sleeps has just begun, the girls of the Qinglou stand on the top of the building in groups of three or five, throwing winks at the warriors downstairs, and the sound of warblers and swallows continues; there is a sound of staggering in the restaurant, and in the music workshop, the sound of silk and bamboo continues; there are also women's laughter and men's shouts, intertwined in their ears, forming a row of different notes.

Wei Zhenye and the others walked all the way east, ignoring these sounds as nothing, and came to an inn that had been agreed in advance. This inn has a cheesy name, Joy Inn.

Yuelai Inn is in the downtown area, but it is not a part of the downtown area, it is a rare quiet place in the whole downtown area, like a pure land in the flashy world, and like a quiet temple in the noisy city.

In fact, Panda Inn is a temple.

Because the shopkeeper is a monk, he is not called a monk if he is not bald, but he must be a monk if he is bald, has a ring scar on the top of his head, and wears a gray monk's robe.

Not to mention that after Wei Zhenye and others came in, the first thing that this shopkeeper greeted was Amitabha.

Well, if the Buddha name is exhaled, then it must be a monk.

Standing in front of Wei Zhenye was a young monk, older than the monks they passed by, but he was still young, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and kept fiddling.

Seeing this, Wei Zhenye hurriedly relieved and said, "Master, we are staying overnight. His tone was a little puzzled, which was normal, after all, this Yuelai Inn was not worthy of its name.

The monk smiled slightly, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Amitabha, donors. ”

Wei Zhenye was stunned for a moment, and said uncertainly: "Master, is this really an inn?"

The monk smiled again, maybe he would encounter the same problem every day, so he replied very quickly: "Amitabha, since the signboard is 'Yuelai Inn', it is naturally an inn." ”

Wei Zhenye said: "But you?"

The monk smiled: "This is also a monk temple, where there are monks, there is a monk temple, and the inn signboard is the inn, so this is both a monk temple and an inn." ”

Wei Zhenye had seen a lot of strange things, but since he had seen the monk temple and the inn as one, he was stunned and said, "Dare to ask the master's number?"

The monk smiled: "The donor can call me Zizhu Monk." ”

"Purple Bamboo Monk?"

Wei Zhenye whispered the name in his mouth, and filtered it in his heart at the same time, he was sure that it was an unfamiliar name, and it even appeared in his ears for the first time.

He thought, thinking about it, he glanced at the monk: thick eyebrows, big eyes, kind eyebrows, young face looked unusually calm and serene, a gray monk's robe spotless, the most eye-catching thing is his eyes, just like the two brightest stars in the inky sky.

Wei Zhenye laughed and said, "There are six of us, please ask Master Zizhu to arrange a room for us." ”

"Okay, okay," Monk Zizhu laughed, and this smile suddenly did not want to be a monk, but like a businessman.

"There is still a small courtyard left in the Tianzi Suite, and there are exactly six rooms in the courtyard, how about it?" said Monk Zizhu after flipping through the account book.

Before Wei Zhenye could speak, Wei Hongqiong took the lead and said, "Monk Zizhu, is the room clean?"

"Clean, clean," Monk Zizhu hurriedly said, "the bedding is all fresh, and the room is cleaned every day to ensure that it is clean." ”

Wei Hongqiong still wanted to speak, but was stopped by Wei Zhenye, only to see Wei Zhenye glaring at her, and then said to Monk Zizhu: "Master Zizhu, the little girl is rude, and you can bear with me." ”

Monk Zizhu said with a smile: "Where did the donor say, an inn run by a monk, it is natural for people to be suspicious - I will show you the room first, and if you are not satisfied, you can change it." ”

"Then please. Wei Zhenye showed a clear smile on his face and made a gesture of please.

When the group walked through the lobby, they saw a purple bamboo forest, and the edges and corners of the courtyard were faintly visible behind the forest.

A courtyard with a bamboo forest is always very elegant, especially at dusk, when the wind blows the bamboo leaves and the sound is like ocean waves.

Monk Zizhu wandered in front of the Zizhu Forest, smiled at Wei Zhenye and the others, and said, "The room is in the Zizhu Forest, I'll take you there." ”

Wei Zhenye nodded.

Monk Zizhu led the way in front and asked, "The donor is a martial artist participating in the Linglong Festival?" ”

Wei Zhenye said with a smile: "How does Master Zizhu know? I'm afraid most of the martial artists who come here are not the ones who want to compete, right?"

Monk Zizhu smiled and replied: "When I meet a donor in a group of five, I always ask this question, and it is a lot wrong, is it right once." ”

I see.

Wei Zhenye shook his head and said with a smile: "Master, you are wrong, a group of five should be a martial artist participating in the competition, but no one wants to tell the truth." ”

Monk Zizhu brushed aside a group of bamboo branches hanging down in front of him, and said with a smile: "Whether it's a lie or a truth, the monk treats it as true - but why did you admit it in one bite." ”

Wei Zhenye said with a smile: "Master Zizhu is not like a person with ulterior motives. ”

Monk Zizhu smiled: "How can you see that I am not a person with ulterior motives?"

Wei Zhenye raised the corner of his eye, glanced at Monk Zizhu, and said, "If the master had ulterior motives, he would not have dressed up in this special outfit and pretended to be a shopkeeper, so as not to arouse suspicion." ”

Monk Zizhu laughed and said, "Isn't the donor afraid that I am a pretending monk?"

"Don't be afraid, not afraid. Wei Zhenye smiled, "Of course I'm not afraid." After a pause, he said, "Because you are a real monk, am I right?"

Monk Zizhu didn't answer, just laughed, but Wei Zhenye felt that he was more pleasant than at the beginning.

The purple bamboo forest is not big, and it didn't take long to arrive at the small courtyard of the Son of Heaven, and the small building in front of it has a total of two floors, with three rooms on each floor.

Monk Zizhu led everyone into a room on the first floor, which was very large and had very little furniture, except for a window, a table for guests, and a small round table, and a few chairs and a wooden bedside table.

There was an oil lamp on the round table, the oil was slow, and there was no trace of the wick being lit, it was a new oil lamp, and the bedding was also brand new, at least it looked like this, and the room was clean and tidy as the monk said.

Overall, there are no drawbacks other than a slight emptiness.

The monk's right hand is a pair of wicks, and the lights are suddenly bright.

"All rooms are the same, are you satisfied?" he said, holding the lamp.

Wei Zhenye looked around, nodded and said: "Not bad, not bad, clean enough, it just looks empty, but it doesn't matter, we don't pay attention to these when we go out, we want this small building." ”

Monk Zizhu squinted and smiled, and said, "Ten taels of silver a day, how long do you want to stay." ”

Wei Zhenye said: "Let's stay for a month first." ”

Counting the time, a month should be enough.

Monk Zizhu said: "You have to pay a deposit for half a month first." ”

This was an unreasonable request, but Wei Zhenye didn't refute it, and threw a gold ingot to the monk, and said at the same time: "Trouble the master to prepare some wine and food for us." ”

As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong, and asked a monk to prepare wine and food, isn't it disrespectful to people?

So he hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean that, master—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the monk: "Donor, don't get in the way, since the monk has opened an inn, all the food is the same as the inn, I will go to Zhang Luo wine and food immediately, and you can eat in the hall in half an hour." ”

As he spoke, Monk Zizhu's figure flashed, and he walked to the door, and when he turned around, he said, "By the way, donor, there is also a pair of warriors who participated in the Linglong Festival in the inn, and the temper of that pair is not very good, so——"

Wei Zhenye understood what the monk meant, and hurriedly said, "Master, we know. ”

The monk bowed slightly and left with a smile.