Chapter 40 The Little Fat Man in Front of the Mountain Gate

Seeing this scene, Mo Hansheng's eyes were strange, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a smile.

Li Hongmei glanced at him and said depressedly: "What are you laughing at, go quickly." ”

In order to avoid contact between Mo Hansheng and the people of the sect as much as possible, Li Hongmei deliberately chose a relatively remote path.

The scenery along the way is pleasant, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but unfortunately neither of them is in the mood to stop and watch.

Maybe it's because Li Hongmei is too familiar with the Sunset Sect, but she really didn't meet anyone along the way.

It wasn't until I arrived at the mountain gate that I saw a disciple dressed in orange and red, sitting cross-legged on a stone pier covered with futons.

"I thought I would have to waste my lips and tongue to get out of the mountain gate, but I didn't expect that the person guarding the door was actually him, so it's easy to do." Li Hongmei muttered to herself and shouted at the man, "Hey, little fat man." ”

On the stone pier was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with small eyes and a naked nose and fat round cheeks.

Originally, the young man was meditating with his eyes closed, but when he heard the shout, his face immediately showed a panicked look, and his body shook and almost fell off the stone pier.

He clung to the stone pier underneath in embarrassment, twisting his slightly bloated figure, and swaying from side to side a few times before narrowly settling down, looking quite funny.

The young man exhaled, wiped his slightly sweaty forehead, carefully jumped off the stone pier, came to Li Hongmei in a hurry, and saluted respectfully: "I've seen senior sister." ”

Mo Hansheng was a little surprised when he saw this, and couldn't help but glance at Li Hongmei.

She was in the same way as herself in the door, she was clearly a miscellaneous servant, why did this young man treat her so respectfully?

Is it because she started early, or maybe she has some hidden identity?

Mo Hansheng was thinking like this, when the young man suddenly raised his head, glanced at him quietly, and then turned slightly and saluted him in the same way: "I've seen senior brother." His look and tone were as respectful as those of Fang Cai.

Mo Hansheng was stunned and looked at Li Hongmei again.

Li Hongmei ignored him and asked the young man, "Why are you on duty again this month, and they are bullying again?" ”

The young man hurriedly waved his hand, looking a little nervous: "No, no, no one bullied me, I volunteered." ”

Li Hongmei asked, "Then why are you here alone?" ”

The young man explained in a low voice: "The senior brother who is on duty with me has an uncomfortable stomach, so it is convenient to go. ”

"Don't lie to me." Li Hongmei turned her head and glanced at the other stone pier, and said, "I practice the fire method, and I am very sensitive to heat, and that futon has no temperature at all, and no one has sat on it for at least three or four hours." ”

The little fat man suddenly panicked: "No, no, the senior brother is really convenient, and the other senior brothers didn't bully me." They didn't force me to come to guard the mountain gate, nor did they threaten me to beat me, I did it all voluntarily. ”

"Not even lying." Li Hongmei shook her head and said, "The two of us were ordered by Immortal Master Lu to go down the mountain to do errands, do you need a routine inspection if you open the mountain gate and let us pass?" ”

"No, I don't have to, Senior Sister has been in the business for so many years, where will there be any problems." The little fat man waved his hand again and again, and then took out a ruler-shaped magic weapon and rushed a little farther away at the mountain gate, and a red light flew away.

"Senior brother and sister, have a good trip." The little fat man hugged his fists and bowed to see him off.

Mo Hansheng and Li Hongmei walked into the cave together and walked out of the arch formed by the waterfall in front of the mountain gate.

The golden wind is cool, the autumn is getting stronger, and the maple leaf forest waved countless palms, so ashamed that the cheeks of the clouds on the horizon were crimson.

The two of them did not say a word, and their feet rustled with gravel and dead grass.

When he walked out of the maple forest, Li Hongmei Hu suddenly spoke: "His name is Yuelongmen, originally he was just a young master of a small family in the mundane, and he was accidentally tested to have the qualification of cultivating immortals, but unfortunately his talent is average. I heard that his mother had some blood relationship with a deacon of Xizhao Peak, and with this relationship and some price, he asked for a place as an official disciple of Xizhao Peak. ”

"You mean, he's a full-fledged disciple?" Mo Hansheng became more and more puzzled, why the young man, as an official disciple of Xizhao Peak, would be so respectful to the two of them who were miscellaneous servants.

"Hmm." Li Hongmei nodded and continued, "His family has high hopes for him, as can be seen from the name changed after entering the school. Because of this pressure, coupled with his original timidity, he behaved respectfully when he saw anyone in the door, and he didn't dare to speak up even if he was bullied. ”

Mo Hansheng turned his head to look at her, waiting for the next step.

"It's nothing, just find a topic to talk about." Li Hongmei felt his gaze and explained casually.

After a while, she spoke again and muttered, "Isn't it ridiculous that I cross the river with mud bodhisattvas, but I still have the leisure to pity others?" ”

Mo Hansheng looked ahead and said expressionlessly: "It's not ridiculous to pity the weak, it's ridiculous that the so-called compassion doesn't treat everyone equally." ”

Li Hongmei stopped and said inexplicably: "What do you mean?" ”

"Nothing, let's go." Mo Hansheng said coldly, and then quickened his pace, leaving her far behind.

Li Hongmei stood in place, looking at his back in a daze, and was stunned for a while before catching up again.

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The Devil's Cry Forest is located a hundred miles east of Sunset Mountain, and it is a dangerous place that is rarely visited.

Every late at night, there will be all kinds of strange and terrifying cries, and the evil spirits of the legendary underworld will cry when they hear it.

The forest was filled with the stench of rotting leaves and the corpses and excrement of wild animals.

Ordinary people only need to stay in it for a moment to feel breathless and dizzy, and such a sinister and filthy place is rarely set foot in.

Today, there are two rare figures in the forest, one foot deep and one foot shallow, struggling to walk on the uneven and muddy road.

One of the men in Tsing Yi couldn't help but complain: "What the hell is this place, the boss doesn't know what crazy he wants us to come here?" ”

He carried a bag of marijuana on his shoulder, and he didn't know what it contained.

The other person was a short, thin and lame old man: "Don't complain, maybe it's because the wind has been too tight recently, so the boss chose such a hidden location to facilitate the joint, and be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years." ”

The man in Tsing Yi threw the sack to the ground, splashing a little mud: "Hmph, the hidden location is not only suitable for joints, but also for killing people." ”

The lame old man reprimanded: "Young crow's mouth! The boss is coming soon, and you kind of say it to his face. ”

In the distance, a man said, "Oh, what do you want to say to my face?" ”

When the two of them heard the voice, they saw a white-clothed figure faintly walking slowly between the messy and intertwined shadows of the trees.

The two of them shouted respectfully at the visitor from afar: "Boss." ”

"No, you're not the boss!"

When the man got closer, the lame old man's eyes lit up, and he said sharply: "Who are you!" ”

Mo Hansheng stopped and looked at the two from a distance: "How do you know that I am not?" ”

"Your voice is not right, the boss's voice is not so young. In addition, the boss is extremely cautious, and every time he contacts us, he will cover his face with a mask, where will he show his true face. ”

As soon as the words fell, both of them looked like they were facing a great enemy.

Mo Hansheng said without changing his face: "Changing the voice is just a small trick, and many actors who go to the rivers and lakes will do it." As for not wearing a mask, of course, I have my reasons. ”

The two looked at each other and asked in unison, "What reason?" ”

Mo Hansheng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said, "For the two people who are about to die, even if you see my appearance, can you still remember it in the next life?" ”

As soon as the two heard this, they immediately exchanged a look and put on a posture to meet the enemy.

"Don't be so vigilant about me, it's not me who wants to do it." Mo Hansheng shook his head and said, "Someone wants to kill you more than me, otherwise, why would I talk so much nonsense with you." ”

"You're trying to distract the two of us and take advantage of the opportunity to sneak up. I have already seen through your tricks. The lame old man said this, but his eyes were drifting.

He was looking around for another man, but there was a rush of footsteps behind him, and the sound of dead leaves crushing added to the tension.

Li Hongmei rushed towards the two like a red blood shadow.

"Divine Walk! Cast the rocky wall quickly. The lame old man's face changed greatly, and he shouted at the big man in green clothes beside him, but he had already quietly retreated two steps and was ready to escape.

The man in Tsing Yi was in a hurry, and he even made a mistake in the gesture of pinching the trick in a hurry.

At this time, Li Hongmei had already deceived her, and the sharp blade in her hand slashed quickly in the air.

Before the man in Tsing Yi could react, a crack appeared in his throat.

The wound was red, but there was not a trace of blood flowing out, and if you looked closely, you could see a faint red light flickering in the two-inch-deep wound.

It's the flame of revenge burning!