Mo Wunian has never said these words to anyone.

But if you don't talk about it now, you probably won't talk about it in the future, looking at Wu Mu and saying, "Let's go." Let's go straight after eating the hot pot...... No more resting. ”。

Not to mention that his cultivation was sealed, his body was actually no different from those sick scholars, and every time he walked on a section of the road these days, he had to stop in place and go to a store to rest for a few days.

Wu Mu was a little surprised, but in the end he didn't say anything.

She would have liked to hear him continue with his long and lengthy remarks about spiritual practice, because there was a bit of tiredness in those words.

He was obviously an indifferent person, but when she listened to it, she heard melancholy from a little tiredness. Was it a delusion? She didn't know.

She may not understand his tiredness, but what she can do well is to listen carefully and carefully to his tiredness. When one day, when he is willing to really tell her, she will share it for him.

But she also had a hunch that with his quiet nature, if it was good, he would say every word, and if it was bad, he wouldn't say half a word.

Walking up to the inn, the two did not communicate with each other, but in fact, there was no need to communicate, all the words, a few glances were enough, and silence was better than sound.

After eating the hot pot, they set off and continued to rush in the direction of the 100,000 Great Mountain.

......

Xiao Sanzhu's red clothes have always been very conspicuous, and when a group of three people walked, he would always be cast indecent glances.

Don't say that he doesn't care about it, even Mo Wunian and Wu Mu, who are traveling with him, don't care.

It's just that he has a stinky problem, but it will always be criticized. Whenever he walked to a crowded market or bazaar, and saw a young woman in red with a decent appearance, he couldn't help but step forward and shout in a frivolous voice: "Little lady, you look so handsome...... Would you like to be my daughter-in-law?".

When you meet a good personality, seeing that his appearance is also romantic, you will have a few words with him, flirt and scold for a while, if it is a lai, crying and not talking, but also provoke a few young people with a temperament, holding him by the collar and punching and kicking!

It's true that he is a monk, but he will not put any mortal stakes on some mortals, and he is often beaten as embarrassed as he is.

Every now and then, Wu Mu gritted her teeth and wanted to beat him up, but fortunately, although his words were frivolous, she hadn't done anything out of line, so she gave up.

Mo Wunian also asked Xiao Sanzhu why he did this, and he grinned greatly: "I don't want to either! But since I can remember, when I see someone in red, I want to carry it back......."

When he said this, his eyes were often red, and he changed his usual frivolity, as if he could become tall and tall in his mouth if he was ashamed of it.

Mo Wunian couldn't tell the truth from the falsehood, but he couldn't deceive people with the paranoia in his red eyes. is also a paranoid person, and he can still see this.

In fact, his words are indeed true, in the crowd of people coming and going, there will always be one or two handsome ladies with amazing appearances, but as long as they are not wearing red clothes, he will not even look at them!

Perhaps, he was really looking for someone......

Simply, Wu Mu only regarded him as a lascivious weirdo and no longer cared about him.

Finally, they walked all the way to the border of Luoshan Country, and after walking for ten miles, they would go to 100,000 mountains.

And the closer you get to the gathering place of the demon clan, the corresponding population will also become scarce, in addition to the wormwood that can be seen in front of the crazy body, it is the howl of beasts that sound from time to time in the four fields, and some are just full of depression.

However, all three of them are monks, so they are naturally not afraid of these.

But on a raised hill in front, there was a copywriter, and in front of the case sat an old gentleman wearing plain linen clothes and an elegant temperament.

I don't know if he wants to write a few big characters or paint a landscape, but I saw that his hand holding the pen had just swam a few times, and he yawned three times in a row, and his expression was full of fatigue.

The presence of such a person in the wilderness is always doubtful.

After the three of them looked at it for a while, they couldn't see his fairy wind bones, nor did they feel ghostly, no matter how they looked, they looked like a sour and rotten old Xiucai who made a living by selling calligraphy and paintings in the mortal world.

"Do you want to buy paintings?" As if he heard Siye's voice, he raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Mo Wunian and them.

"Is the old gentleman selling paintings?" Mo Wunian glanced at him with a little meaning, and was a little vigilant in his heart.

The aura on the person in front of him is too peaceful, so peaceful that it is no different from mortals, but this place is located at the junction of the 100,000 Mountains and Qingzhou, which is considered a three-way zone, and some of them are evil demons and ghosts hidden here, if it is really a mortal, how can he stay here safe and sound?

"Or else?" Old first

There was a little seriousness in his eyes, and then he clenched the pen in his hand and walked up and down the paper laid out in front of him.

Soon, a superb landscape painting came to life.

Then, with a few more strokes, vivid characters appeared on the paper again.

As soon as the painting was completed, Wu Mu looked shocked, and called it incredible, even Mo Wunian stared at this painting for a long time, just because the content in this painting was too familiar, and he had just seen it not long ago......

"Old man, let me ask you, what do you think about the issue of humans and demons?" Mo Wunian, who should have had questions, said it first, but it was the old gentleman who asked first.

also suppressed the many doubts in his heart first, Mo Wunian said lightly: "Since the old gentleman can draw such a picture, I think my words these days should also be clear." ”。

On that painting, the scene of Xiaohu and Lao Yuan's village is depicted.

In the painting, Xiaohu is picking fruits in a fruit forest, and Lao Yuan and Mo Wunian are drinking wine......

"There is not much difference between humans and demons, but there is no heart that can distinguish between good and evil, people are demons, and demons are humans. It's not the original words, but the meaning should still be the same, right?" The old gentleman yawned, and then said: "The world is very big, except for a few places that the old man has never been, he has also walked back and forth more than a dozen times in other places...... This painting is for you. ”。

After saying that, he got up and took out the painting in his hand, and threw it into the sky at will, and it turned into a streamer of light and headed towards the direction of the 100,000 Great Mountain.

To be impartial, the painting happened to fall on the part of the village where the little fox and the others lived.

"Those demons...... I like it when I look at it. It's much stronger than that Qingtian Sword Sect. And those who deserve to die must die cleanly, and those who deserve to live must live well......"

As he spoke, a purple flame rose from the place where the painting had fallen.

In the raging flames, the trees that had been destroyed by the Heavenly Thunder and later burned to ashes by Mo Wunian's magic were slowly growing out.

All the vitality is brewing, and it seems that Lao Yuan and Xiaohu have also been resurrected by him.

"The old gentleman is also clever. But what is fake is fake...... If you want to kill someone, but you can't even hide the murderous atmosphere?" But there was no old gentleman waiting for words to thank, and what he was waiting for was Mo Wunian's words that were as faint as a soup.

Mo Wunian felt that there was probably another person like Feng Pingxuan.