01

It was indeed quiet in the carriage.

Ning'er slept quietly on the bed, a smile appeared on her face, she must have had a good dream, this is a girl's dream, no one knows.

The door of the carriage was gently pushed open again, and a tall man walked in, wearing a white ghost mask on his face, he came to the side of the bed and looked at Ning Er who was asleep.

The man sighed softly, his hand seemed to caress Ning Er's face, but he quickly retracted it, and he saw that there was a sword beside Ning Er, which was Li Qing's sword.

A smile immediately appeared on the man's face, and his hand immediately picked up the sword, and he smiled with satisfaction, and his hand slowly drew the sword.

The man's eyes widened so wide, and he saw a strange sword, a sword he had never seen in his life.

A footstep had already been heard from a distance, and the man immediately put down his sword, he looked at Ning'er, who was asleep on the big bed, and looked at the window of the room.

A figure disappeared from the window of the room on the carriage, and the night was quiet again.

Ah Chen's voice sounded outside the carriage.

02

It was still a morning when Li woke up.

Only this large sedan chair-like bed remained in the open space, and the people on the big bed had disappeared.

The empty wine jug was placed beside him, and Li Qing showed a wry smile.

Wine is sometimes very misguided! The aftertaste of osmanthus wine remains on the big bed.

The sensible Ah Chen saw Li Qing walking out of the woods, Li Qing's body had a strong smell of wine, this kind of wine Ah Chen had never drunk.

The sensible Ah Chen doesn't like to drink, he likes to sing, but he never sings in the morning, and the sensible Ah Chen looked at Li Qing who came out with curious eyes.

He didn't see his young master go out of the house in this carriage, he only saw Young Master Li walking back, and the sensible Ah Chen didn't say a word.

"Didn't you see where he went?" Li Qing shook his head and said.

"Young master, his light skills are very high, Ah Chen didn't catch up with him," Ah Chen blamed himself a little.

"Girl, Miss Ning'er hasn't gotten up yet?" When Li Qing spoke, he remembered that there should be two girls today.

The girl in the woods, Ah Chen definitely didn't know, and he couldn't let him know, this was a very unexpected encounter, and this purple butterfly girl was very strange every time she came.

This girl likes to come and go in a hurry, she always likes to leave a riddle for Li Qing to guess, such a girl is very fascinating.

"I don't know!" The sensible Ah Chen really didn't know, because he didn't walk into this house.

It is impossible for the sensible Ah Chen to walk into this house, this is the place of Young Master Li Qing, and there is a girl here.

"Young master, a monk has just come here. Ah Chen said.

"Monk?" Li Qing remembered that he didn't know a monk, and none of his friends were monks.

"He was driving a carriage, and he was holding a string of rosaries in his hands, black prayer beads," Ah Chen said.

"This is a flower monk," Li Qing smiled, he remembered this big bald head who could drill chimneys, this person must be a monk in the eyes of others.

"Young master, this monk left a word, see you in the temple. Ah Chen jumped into the carriage.

The sensible Ah Chen had already driven the carriage, and Li Qing walked into the big house on the carriage.

The sensible Ah Chen immediately heard the voice of Miss Ning'er coming from the carriage, this voice was very loud, this girl must be losing her temper with the girls.

"Damn elm pimple, you went wild all night?"

03

Monk Hua is not a monk, he is a big shopkeeper in Wanhua Building.

But now the flower monk is staying in a temple, this is a temple that there are no monks, today not only came to the flower monk, but also many monks dressed as monks.

The monks carefully cleaned the temple, which was quickly brought back to life, and a strong monk swept the cobwebs from the last wooden rafters.

Monk Hua came to the man's side, "Checked very carefully?"

"Very carefully, even a cricket can't jump in here," the man said. The man's tone was confident, and he looked around with confident eyes.

"Hey!" the man heard a sigh from Monk Hua, whose eyes looked at a wooden rafter.

When the man saw the gaze of the flower monk, beads of sweat were immediately left on his head, and the beads of sweat began to seep out continuously on his bald head.

His eyes saw a small insect-eaten hole on it, and his eyes immediately burst into a fierce light, as if a person could be hidden in this small hole.

The man's hand immediately turned into a claw, and this claw was deeply inserted into the small hole, and the man caught a small white insect from the small hole.

"This spy is very hidden," Monk Hua looked at the insect, as if the insect could conjure a sword or a knife in an instant.

"I'll kill it right away," the man said viciously. The bugs landed in his palms, and his palms began to redden.

From time to time, the man clapped his hands, and a fine powder disappeared into the air, and the man lowered his head, he didn't dare to look at the flower monk.

"Be careful in the future," Monk Hua didn't get angry, he walked to the door of the temple with his hands behind his back, and he saw that outside the temple at the moment, it was quiet.

A small bird suddenly flew out of an old tree outside the temple, and this bird must be an early bird, and the early bird has insects to eat.

Monk Hua shook his big bald head, he found a stone and sat down, he waited for someone, this person should come.

Monk Hua heard a sudden cough from inside the temple, and his body immediately stood up, his figure like a hungry and anxious bird.

The shadow of Monk Hua appeared in a neat room, and Monk Hua saw that a person had risen on the bed in the room.

It was a burly man, he stood up and stretched out his arms, turned around to get the clothes on the bed, and the flower monk clearly saw it.

This man had a big skull tattooed on his back, and the skull's eyes stared straight at Monk Hua, which made his back chill.

"Old ghost, you should paint a pair of eyes on your skull," Monk Hua felt a little uncomfortable as he looked at it.

"It looks good with eyes?" the man turned around and said with a smile, this is Xiao Tear, he put his clothes on his body.

"It's beautiful!" said the flower monk.

"How pretty?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

Monk Hua closed his mouth, he had no way to describe the problem, there was a pair of eyes painted on the skull, he had never seen it.

These eyes must be like the eyes of a dead man, the eyes of a dead man are closed, and the eyes that are opened must be able to scare a living person to death.

Monk Hua saw a living person walking into the temple at this moment, holding a person's head in his hand, which was now open in his eyes.

The living man was not frightened to death, he held this open-eyed head in his hands, his steps were steady, and he stood at the door of the room.

"Door master, this person should be damned," outside the door was lonely, there was no expression on the lonely sallow face, there was only Xiao tears and blood in his eyes, and he didn't look at the flower monk standing in the room.

"So you killed him," Xiao Tear didn't ask for a reason.

"Hmm!" said Lonely.

After speaking, Loneliness turned around, he was ready to leave, Loneliness never seemed to want to stay, he only appeared when he needed to.

"Why doesn't this person close his eyes?" Monk Hua couldn't help but ask.

"When I killed him, he had big eyes," Lonely said.

"What does it matter?" Monk Hua is still very strange, people should close their eyes when they die, but now he just keeps his eyes open.

"A guy who was eavesdropping, he was curious, he must have widened his eyes to eavesdrop," Lonely said.

Monk Hua understood a truth, and also knew the reason for killing alone, he looked at the sword in Lonely's hand, this sword was slender, and the scabbard of this sword was just two pieces of bamboo.

Can such a sword kill people? Can such a sword also cut off a person's head? Monk Hua didn't believe it a little, but looked at the head in his hand.

Monk Hua believes that anything is possible.

But he was also very strange, all the monks he saw here were monks, all new monks who came overnight, how could there be a person with long hair? The head in the lonely hand has long hair.

"He's in the tree trying to eavesdrop, and I happen to be in the tree too," said Lonely.

"You're in a tree?" Monk Hua didn't understand.

"Yes, he is on a big tree, and he is lonely and doesn't like to sleep in the monk's pile," Xiao took over the topic with tears and blood, and he saw that Lonely had walked out of the temple.

The loneliness of going out, no one was willing to stop him, the monks in the temple were busy with their own work, and no one went to see the loneliness of coming in.

Monk Hua remembered the bird he had just seen, this bird must have found the person on the tree, and there were actually two people hiding in this ancient tree.

"This is a fool, he should have hidden it more hidden," Monk Hua smiled, he was laughing at the dead man.

"This person is not stupid, but he has been lonely for too long, he has been hiding all night, and there is still half a day," Xiao Tears understood the lonely temper.

He knew that Lonely had come here since he left the Drunken Immortal Tower yesterday, and he had already hidden in this dense ancient tree, and he hid it so well that even the birds that came home at night did not notice him.

What's more, a person, this person will not find a lonely figure, people's sense of hearing is not as smart as the birds that go home, this person is not a fool, but he is not good enough to hide.

This is a person's mistake, and mistakes must be paid, so his head is left in the lonely hand, and we all understand this truth.

Unfortunately, now there is one who does not seem to understand, this man is lying on the big bed of the carriage, his eyes are closed, but his mouth is open, and he is eating grapes in his mouth.

A beautiful girl sat on the edge of the bed, feeding him grapes, this girl looked at Li Qing seriously, Li Qing was intoxicated with the most beautiful morning, at this moment he forgot everything last night.

"Is it delicious?" Ning'er asked. Ning'er felt that Li Qing in front of him was a weirdo, this person would only speak when he was gentle, maybe he was born with a donkey temper.

Ning'er didn't hear Li Qing's answer, Li Qing still had his mouth open, he had already finished eating the grapes in his mouth, and he was waiting for the next grape.

"Young master, where are we going?" the sensible Ah Chen asked outside the carriage.

"Since the monk has come to us. Let's go to the place where there are the most monks," Li Qing finally spoke, and only Ah Chen could understand his words.

The sensible Ah Chen immediately fired the horsewhip in his hand.