Chen Sheng suddenly realized that the village was not big, and it was easy to guess where Chen Shisan's temperament would go, and as for the woman who could blurt out, most of them had been searched for many times.

The woman confessed softly and was about to leave, but Chen Sheng told her that the kid was not only at Chen Wang's house, but also that the two sat at the same table and got along very well.

The woman listened silently, and said suspiciously: "What the Taoist chief said is true?"

Because he was wearing a Taoist robe, the people in the village called Chen Shengdao to distinguish him from King Chen, otherwise the two Mr. Chen would not be good.

Chen Sheng smiled lightly, made an unfathomable statement, and said: "Madame, don't worry, he will go to King Chen more in the past few days, and he may stay overnight, which is a good thing." ”

The woman bowed slightly, and walked away three times in a step, and when Chen Sheng turned around, he saw the woman poking her head out of the street corner, sneaky, quite similar to the red plate.

Inside the gate of the low courtyard, Chen Sheng drank alone to the moon.

The two of them sat opposite each other in the room, King Chen was full of energy, and the story was endless, and soon a hill of melon seeds was piled up in front of Chen Shisan.

The little guy went from being full of interest, to being dazed later, and then to being asleep now, and was woken up by a strange breeze, looking at the candle flame on the table.

Chen Shisan was no longer sleepy, but his eyes were misty and he was holding his mouth.

Chen Wang was puzzled, "What's the matter, my story is too moving?

Chen Sheng's voice came, "Don't, I'm happy to listen to this, if you change it, I'll send the little guy back immediately." ”

King Chen really didn't say more, and continued to talk about what the noble son of the noble family who had no father and mother and was abandoned in the snow field, and what he saw after returning to the majestic imperial city.

"Can you tell me about the murderous demon's flat body?" Chen Sheng suddenly spoke up halfway through.

King Chen glanced at Chen Shisan, who was sleepy, and began to tell the story of the murderer surnamed Wu in a soft voice.

A person who is easy to kill, most of them are unfortunate in childhood, even if King Chen has beautified him as much as possible, but the bloody and murderous aura in it still makes Chen Shisan's face turn blue.

Time passed slowly, Chen Sheng looked up at the sky, and the night before it was whitened was the most eerie and terrifying.

Chen Sheng suddenly got up, stood in front of the young man whose face had turned purple, and gestured slightly.

Chen Wang said angrily: "Do you have to leave at this time?"

Chen Sheng sneered: "If you don't leave, let him stay with you? Orphans and widows are not afraid of gossiping?"

Even though the little guy was terrified, he still wiped his sweat, stretched his neck and said, "That's it, I thought you were a good person, but now it seems that you have a bad plan, damn it!"

King Chen raised his hand to bother him, and asked Chen Sheng to send him back.

Chen Shisan suddenly remembered how he had come here, his heart was terrified, and he immediately shook his head.

Chen Sheng spread his hands with a smile, happy to be idle, kicked the little guy out of the hospital with one kick, and then wrapped it with a soft True Yuan force so that he would not be too seriously injured.

The child, who had almost eaten the dirt, did not notice this, gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, and ran away without patting the dust.

The Taoist priest surnamed Chen is even more terrifying than ghosts and gods.

King Chen had a dark face and said in an unkind tone: "If you act like this, will that kid come to listen to books again?"

Chen Sheng didn't look back, he followed the child who was walking slowly, looking at the little back that turned back three times in one step, and turned around several times, pursed his lips slightly, and laughed silently.

Listen carefully, and you can still hear the words in the child's mouth, "Uncles, aunts, grandparents, bless Thirteen to arrive home safely, otherwise my Chen family's only seedlings will be cut off from the incense......"

Most of them were words that I didn't know where to learn, and Chen Shisan used them regardless of it, so after walking out for a while and not noticing any changes, he became bolder.

The little guy straightened up, raised his head and chest, and shouted loudly: "What bullshit, demons, monsters, not afraid yet!"

As he spoke, as if to strengthen his courage, the child spat heavily on the ground.

Chen Sheng smiled bitterly when he saw it, fortunately he kept up, otherwise today's game would be in vain.

In an instant, the wind gusted on the deserted street, and there were pieces of paper flying on the road, and occasionally there was the sound of sparse talking.

"Who!" Chen 13 shouted, looking at an upside-down basket on the side of the road, and clearly heard a voice inside.

Courageously walking over, the little one reached out and flipped the basket, covering his eyes with one hand, and after a while he could see clearly through his fingers.

A wild cat curls up in a basket with a salted fish in its mouth.

Chen Shisan was sweating profusely, reached out and rubbed the wild cat's head, and then buckled the basket again.

"I'll just say, there are no demons and monsters in this world, they are all bluffing. ”

The little one walked briskly, but he didn't notice that after he left, the wild cat disappeared with the basket.

So after walking dozens of steps, Chen Shisan and the wild cat met unexpectedly again.

This time, Chen Shisan had experience, and he listened to it on the basket for a while, and said worriedly: "Recently, there are a lot of wild cats." ”

The child sighed, and Chen Sheng quietly followed, repeating the old trick every other way.

Before entering the house, Chen Shisan was already covered in cold sweat, his legs and stomach were weak, and he fell headlong outside the courtyard gate.

Chen Sheng appeared, picked up the little child, knocked on the courtyard door gently, did not say anything to the woman, handed Chen 13 over and drifted away.

A Taoist robe fluttered under the moonlight, a proper immortal method, the woman just smiled, changed her son's clean clothes and let him sleep.

After Chen Sheng went back, he found that Chen Wang was guarding the door of the house, wearing a robe and holding a long sword, and his face was not good.

"What? Are you going to do it to me?" Chen Sheng brushed aside his sword, walked directly to the stone table, picked up the wine jug and shook it, and asked, "Why is it gone?"

King Chen took the long sword, did not change his moon robe, sat opposite Chen Sheng, and said coldly: "Do you really want to eat and drink for nothing here with me?"

Chen Sheng raised his head, "No?"

Chen Sheng stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the faint white sunlight, and said slowly: "The ghost body at the entrance of the village should be good, and you are guarding here for him?"

The disciples of Zangyue Mountain who can wear the Seven Stars Moon Sweeping Robe, Chen Sheng has not seen them, but most of these people are disciples of the Mountain Gate on the bright side, and as hidden vein disciples who generally exist in the background, they will not be allocated.

If it weren't for the fact that the ghost thing touched the vision of the magic robe, Chen Sheng really didn't notice this, so he was sure that Chen Wang was not just as simple as he said.

"So what?" King Chen shrugged his shoulders and said calmly: "Even if I used to have a good status, now I haven't abandoned the Natal Spirit Sword and done that water grinding kung fu here?"

Chen Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Thinking of using your strength alone to resolve the resentment of that ghost?"

"Why don't you want to look for Zangyue Mountain to make a move, it's not difficult to do this with your status. ”

After hearing this, King Chen laughed to himself, "This matter is what I owe to that person, why bother to involve the sect, besides, even if the elders in the sect know about it, they will directly kill that ghost thing." ”

Chen Sheng frowned, "There is no room for negotiation?"

"No!" Chen Wang Zhengse, taking off his robe, revealing the scars on his body, it was a unique punishment method of the Zangyue Mountain Palm Law Hall, and the traces that fell on his body could not be eliminated unless he was a monk above the golden pill.

"In order to keep him from dying, I have exhausted the friendship in the door, and it is very rewarding to have a moon robe to support me, and I still have a demanding face. ”

Chen Sheng rubbed his eyebrows, it seemed that it was another old bad debt, at least before he took over the sect, he had never heard of it.

"What was the realm of that ghost creature when it was alive?" Chen Sheng suddenly asked, a long sword appeared in his hand, but it was a disciple of Zangyue Mountain.

King Chen bent slightly, "I've seen Senior Brother." ”

"Answer my question. ”

Then King Chen told the ghost creature's cultivation in front of him, his grievances after death, and the frequency and number of impacts on the spirit sword in recent years, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly at the end: "It's funny, his talent was far inferior to mine back then, and now if it weren't for the breaking power of the natal spirit sword, I'm afraid it would be difficult to suppress." ”

Chen Sheng stepped forward lightly, patted the young man on the shoulder, and joked with a smile: "Do you regret it?" Senior brother can help you intercede." ”

Chen Sheng said this very sincerely, because he guessed that everything in front of him was transformed by knocking on the door, so everything went well.

King Chen shook his head, no less than a hundred people had said these words in the decades since he came down the mountain, and even a certain high-ranking elder had personally walked down the Zangyue Mountain.

The elder who had exhausted his longevity was willing to put down his face and go to the head of the house to ask for the best of both worlds for the sake of him King Chen, but Wang Chen rejected them one by one.

Bearing his own misfortune, this stubborn young man sent the old man all the way back to the foot of Zangyue Mountain, bowed down to the majestic mountain, and bid farewell to this elder who would never be seen again in this life.

Chen Sheng suddenly sighed, grabbed King Chen and stepped to the entrance of the village, and the two stood side by side on the stone tablet.

The Taoist robe and robe danced in the wind, Chen Sheng looked down at a drop of black ink under his feet, and muttered: "If it goes on like this, it won't take a hundred years for that ghost thing to get out of trouble." ”

King Chen's expression remained unchanged, he already knew this result and was prepared.

Chen Sheng said again: "But thinking that at that time, I will fight to the death, and I will stop him, and if I am not at the worst, I will die together?"

King Chen was still speechless, this is the best ending.

Chen Sheng stepped on the stone tablet and said coldly: "Then I will continue your life for twenty years today, so that you have more time to think about the gains and losses.

It depends on whether the living people in the village are important, or the poor incense between you and the ghost who is hundreds of miles away. ”

Chen Sheng jumped off the stone tablet, completely dissipated the mark hidden in the ghost thing before stopping, clutched his cuffs, and the long sword fell out and stood on the ground.

Looking at the sword weapon that only the sect master's descendants could wear, King Chen's face changed.

As for the identity of the ghost, he and Chen Sheng already knew it by heart, and they were both in the story they had told before.

The disciple who asked Zangyue Mountain to change the rules for accepting apprentices, and now he has forced a disciple of Zangyue Mountain who has a smooth path, wasting his cultivation for years, just waiting for one day to die outside the village.

"Preferably right in front of this monument. King Chen muttered in a low voice, rubbing the stone tablet under him, his eyes sad.