Although he is not interested in parchment books, he has long developed the habit of reading books, and he still let Meng Chen habitually read them one by one.

After meditating for a moment, I thought to myself, this should be a certain literati who wants to write a Xianxia novel that surpasses the scum immortals, and left a remnant.

It's just that this person was too unlucky, and he had just written the cultivation when he was caught here by Mo Jiao.

As for the cave, why there are no bones of him, I think most of them were swallowed by Mo Jiao, or they couldn't bear the torment at the moment, jumped from the door of the cave, and were already buried in the river.

However, Meng Chen admired this person's imagination very much, and he was able to divide the novel into divisions and write it so meticulously.

For example, it is written in this line that the cultivation of the true realm is divided into levels: condensing qi, building a foundation, forming a pill, yuan infant, crossing the tribulation, turning into a god, asking questions, and seven levels.

There is also this line: if the cultivation reaches the foundation, it will be scored, the beginning, middle, and last three periods.

In other words, if the early foundation building monk and the middle foundation building monk fight against the middle foundation building monk, if the early foundation building monk does not have extraordinary means, then he will definitely lose, because the middle stage of foundation building is a cut above the early stage.

Meng Chen threw the parchment book aside, and now he was still wandering at the intersection of Huangquan Road, he didn't have the heart to study the Xianxia novels of the literati.

Shifting his gaze to the black pouch to the side, Meng Chen exclaimed in surprise.

Storage bags?

Although it was the first time he had seen it, it was not unfamiliar.

Because it is written in the slag fairy that the storage bag has a large space and can stack many items. It is a must-have thing for monks, and it is usually hung around the waist so that when fighting with others, the spear and short sword can be taken out of it.

Meng Chen held the black pouch in his hand, he couldn't tell what kind of fabric it was made of, he pulled it a few times, there was no trace, and the quality was very good.

"Admire, in order to be able to write a good Xianxia novel in the play, even the props are so complete?"

Meng Chen stared at the pouch in his hand, and he could be said to be in awe of the literati who left these two items.

In front of the cave door, the clouds and mist were extremely thick, but they were rapidly dissipating at this moment.

Although Meng Chen had been standing at the stone table, he would glance out of the cave from time to time.

"Could it be that the black loach went and came back?"

Meng Chen put the two items back on the stone table, restored them to their original appearance, and hurriedly ran to the door of the cave, leaned on the ground, and looked down.

I saw that below the peak, about a thousand meters, Baizhang Mojiao was flying towards the top of the peak, and there seemed to be a person sitting cross-legged above his head.

"Is it?" Meng Chen rubbed his eyes confidently and exclaimed. "Is it really him?"

Despite the distance, Meng Chen could see that the thin old man on Mo Jiao's back was the boatman.

"What is this old immortal playing?"

Meng Chen's heart was pounding, and he slowly retracted his body back into the cave, his mind in chaos.

On Mo Jiao's back, the Tianli Daoist grinned, and the little head in front of the cave door just now, stretched and shrunk, like a king eight, with his fiery eyes, he could see it clearly.

"Boy, do you know that the old man is here?" Tianli Daoist smiled, and slapped Mo Jiao's head with his right hand. "The old man sped up, and the little one woke up. “

Mo Jiao's blue eyes suddenly lit up, he didn't have a good impression of Meng Chen, listening to his awakening at this moment, his body rushed, and he approached the door of the cave in the blink of an eye.

Tianli Taoist hung a black package on his right shoulder, jumped down from the dragon head, walked into the cave, sat down at the stone table, took out a Chang'an Liu Ji roast chicken from the package, a pot of Longquan wine, and drank it by himself.

As for Meng Chen, who was lying not far away with his eyes closed and pretending to be dead, he would sometimes glance at him with a smile.

Because Mo Jiao's body was too large, he had to transform at this moment, changing his body to the size of a few zhang, and then flew to Meng Chen's side and kept observing.

If it has an expression, it will become extremely strange at the moment, this person is obviously awake, why should he pretend to be dead?

You can pretend to be decent, can't you pretend to be decent? I obviously smelled the smell of roast chicken, and my tongue kept licking my lips.

And the rumbling sound in your stomach, doesn't it prove that your kid is playing dead?

Tianli Daoist mixed a chicken leg and put it in his mouth, and he said. "Old man, most of this boy is dead, and it is a waste to rot his body, so it is better to let you have a good meal. “

When Mo Jiao heard this, it naturally knew that the owner was letting it scare this person.

But in order to retaliate against Meng Chen for calling it a black loach, he did not hesitate to look up to the sky and roar at this moment, opened his mouth, and made a gesture to swallow it in one gulp.

Its mouthful, both in terms of momentum and tone, was extremely ferocious, and even before it approached Meng Chen's body, it had already blown his clothes and hair with a rattle.

In Mo Jiao's mind, under this fright, Meng Chen would definitely babble and kneel on the ground to beg for mercy.

But to its surprise, when its big mouth approached this person's facial features, Meng Chen, who was lying on the ground, just opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at it, but let it freeze in place.

Meng Chen glanced at Mo Jiao coldly, got up and walked in front of Tianli Daoren, looked at the roast chicken on the stone table, and swallowed his saliva.

Although he is confused now, it doesn't matter, even if this person and a dragon are embarrassed and murderous monsters, he also admits it.

He is now at the peak, even if he wants to escape, there is no possibility, this old man can ride Mojiao to find him, it already shows that this person is not idle.

However, Meng Chen didn't feel nervous, although he failed to make the list three times, it definitely had nothing to do with his IQ.

When he closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, he had already analyzed the cause of the matter several times, and finally came to the conclusion that this old man could not be found because of his own unkindness last night.

If the old man didn't like it because he used him as bait last night and escaped alone, then when this person was in the valley, he could have killed him, and there was no need to wait until now.

Since the old man had something else to do, Meng Chen naturally wouldn't take the initiative to mention the incident of last night's boat.

After all, pushing the old man back to the river, dragging Mo Jiao, and escaping alone, such a thing, no matter how thick-skinned he is, it doesn't feel very glorious.

"Senior, how does the roast chicken in Chang'an City taste?" Meng Chen swallowed his saliva and pointed to the fat roast chicken on the stone table.

"It is rumored that this Liu Ji roast chicken is made according to the secret recipe of his ancestors, and the taste can only be described as wonderful. Tianli Daoist licked the chicken leg in his hand, bit off a trace, and swallowed it carefully.

Meng Chen secretly scolded the old man for his lack of virtue in his heart, this action was obviously to see that he was hungry and deliberately teasing.

"Since it's so delicious, you can't eat it by yourself. “

Meng Chen took advantage of the old man's pouring wine into his mouth, snatched the roast chicken, ran to the corner, and devoured it in a big gulp.

"You ....... The wine jug in Tianli Daoren's hand flickered, and he squirted out a large mouthful of wine, obviously not expecting the young man in front of him to be so shameless.

If Meng Chen had no use value, he really wanted to step forward and slap the old man to death with a slap to death by using this deceived old man as bait, escaping alone, and robbing him of roast chicken.

"Just a person like you, or a young scholar? Tricking the old man as a bait and escaping alone, and at the moment he is robbing me of roast chicken, this is the style that you scholars should have?"

Tianli Daoist pointed at Meng Chen and scolded, but the latter just buried his head in the chicken and completely ignored his scolding, which made the old man even more annoyed.

"The old man has survived so far, and he has seen countless people, and he has never seen such a shameless person as you, fortunately, you have fallen off the list three times, otherwise you will let people like you enter the court as officials, and you Tang Dynasty will be killed by your family and country sooner or later. “

Meng Chen turned a deaf ear to the old man who scolded righteously and red-faced, Mo said that this old guy just scolded him a few words, even if he rushed up and killed him, he would finish this roast chicken.

It wasn't until only a skeleton was left that Meng Chen let go, wiped his mouth full of oil, and turned his head to look at the old man who was still scolding.