After explaining the next step clearly, Zhao Linger subconsciously looked here.

He was still standing alone on the night of the funeral, he didn't have his own team, and he couldn't find his own organization.

I heard that the great monk and him were all the way, but the big monk was now standing beside the white-clothed scholar and the old man, and the three of them were talking softly, as if they were talking about something.

"Leaving the ruins, where are you going!" Zhao Ling'er asked.

Funeral Night shook his head: "I don't know!"

"Do you want to go along?"

The funeral night still shook his head, these people in front of him are not simple, at least in the martial arts of the Linqu District, their background is very mysterious, and they seem to be very powerful.

Funeral Night doesn't like to get too close to this kind of organization, and I don't like to be involved in their interests.

The funeral night felt that he was a small profit, and he couldn't get on a broader stage, and he also didn't want his hard work to be imperceptibly affected by other forces.

He regards the great monk and Wang Xiaosong as friends in the sense, and at least for now, this relationship is quite good.

It's a friend, so it's better not to have any interests to play, otherwise sometimes you don't even have to be a friend.

Business partners and friends should be treated differently.

Zhao Linger is a person with them, and only he is an outsider, so he doesn't want to go along, he doesn't want to get too close, and he doesn't want to be treated as a rival by many male animals.

The silver fox came to Zhao Ling'er's side, and he was as sticky as kraft candy.

But when I look at myself, my eyes are not so friendly!

The sprouts are already sprouting, and I just want to stay away from the funeral night, not get close.

The great monk came down from the ruins, but not jumping, because the ruins were very high and easy to fall to death.

After all, he is not a veteran, nor is he a scholar in white, and his methods cannot do it to this extent.

"Funeral night, you come with me! Don't leave the others for the time being, the situation has changed!"

The Great Monk was very serious, more serious than usual.

I knew that the funeral night must be because of the formation diagram, otherwise it would not affect the white-clothed scholar and the old man.

Compared with the clumsiness of the great monk, the funeral night is obviously much more flexible, although it is not as light as the old Tao and the white-clothed scholar to jump up, but the wonderful movements are relatively more standardized and graceful.

"You call it Funeral Night?" asked the scholar in white.

His gaze was very flat, and he couldn't see the slightest sharpness, but his aura was extremely powerful, even if he had no face or skin at the funeral night, or even no heart or lungs, he still felt depressed and still felt very uncomfortable.

He nodded, not speaking, nor bothering to, for he found that the other seemed to be questioning, at least in that tone.

The great monk also stood in the rear, looking careless, but it felt as if he was guarding against something?

Maybe it's because he's afraid that outsiders will hear it, or maybe he's afraid that he'll run away.

"Where did you get this drawing?" the white-clothed scholar asked again.

Funeral Night smiled: "If I say I made it, do you believe it?"

"Hehe!" The white-clothed scholar shook his head: "I don't believe it!"

"Yes, you don't believe it, I don't believe it myself, but I made it!"

The funeral night was peaceful, neither humble nor arrogant.

Of course, this is all an appearance, in fact, he is afraid of death in his heart, an old Taoist, a scholar in white, any one of them stands up and gives you a slap casually, it is estimated that it can make your head displace.

But he is persistent at night, he is stubborn!

The higher you are, the more he will bird you.

After all, everyone is in the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are systematic, and there is also a reincarnation gate.

In terms of personality, everyone is on an equal footing, and there is no interest to play, I'm afraid of you as a hammer.

After standing in my heart and reciting the "Courage Sutra", the whole person was a lot more relaxed, not depressed before, but felt very cool.

The great monk frowned, "Brother, the stakes are very high, don't joke, didn't you grab this drawing." ”

"No! I made it!"

The big monk glanced at Lao Dao twice, the other party was still very calm, he looked at the white-clothed scholar twice, and the other party was still smiling.

There were a total of four people on the ruins platform, but the great monk found that only he was nervous.

It's not fair! Why isn't he nervous when he came for the night of the funeral? Why should I be nervous for him?

"Layman, my brother has been killing a lot of people recently, he hasn't slept well, he is probably talking in his sleep, I will talk to him alone. The great monk found that his head was sweating again, a dense layer.

Half because of nervousness, and generally because of fear!

He knows who the white-clothed scholar is, he is gentle and elegant on the outside, decisive on the inside, and he was smiling a moment ago, but he can go under the knife at the moment.

Lao Tao doesn't say much, he likes to solve problems with his mouth, and of course he is not good at it.

He likes to solve problems with a sword blade, because blood is easier to communicate than mouth.

The white-clothed scholar and the old Taoist glanced at each other, but they were still very bland, and there was no autumn wave lightning or anything.

But the glance at each other seemed to communicate a lot, and there was a lot of clarity in the heart.

It's as if they can hear more from Mr. Hu's erhu than they can tell from themselves.

"No need!" the white-clothed scholar shook his head at the great monk, still smiling, and couldn't see any mood swings.

"Lay ......"

What else did the great monk want to say, the content was also very simple, he wanted to explain it for the funeral night.

This is not blind, because the great monk feels that he knows the funeral night very well, and he will not be the kind of night rat, or chameleon.

"Very good! their skills are in demand!" the white-clothed scholar patted Funeral Night's shoulder.

The strength is not great, but it seems to be able to move people's hearts, just like the peasants and chiefs, very excited.

But the funeral night is now excited, because he feels a little small, even if he looks at the other party, he has to raise his head hard!

On the night of the funeral, the white-clothed scholar and the old Taoist were classified among the people of the Dragon King, and his heart was blocked.

"But I'm not in the mood!" Funeral Night said bluntly, expressing an undisguised refusal!

"The mood can be adjusted, you just have to do what you have to do. ”

"All I have to do is get out of here and go back to farming his fields. "The words of the funeral night are powerful, neither humble nor arrogant, and they are very confident.

As for what he said about farming, that is also a modest statement, he actually wants to go back to be the head of the house.

When one day I am in a high position and has a great influence, I will be able to respond to it in the rivers and lakes.

Scholar in white, can you still talk to him in this posture?

Old Taoist, can you still look at me with this posture?

Great monk, can you still guard against me with this kind of behavior?

I was just a low-level small farmer, I had no background and no network.

I'm just me, a different fireworks.

"Well, then I won't force you, if you get in touch one day, tell me. The white-clothed scholar was silent for a moment, smiled, and said: "This time to enter Ziyun Mountain, is there a chance, but whether you can get it or not, it depends on yourself, and we can be regarded as paying you!"

On the night of the funeral, his heart was relieved, he almost couldn't hold back the sweat on his forehead, he was very nervous, he was also scared, and he also regretted it.

In case the other party didn't hold back and made a move, wouldn't it be a wrongful death.

(End of chapter)