"Sister Zhen Zhen, this senior is so good at cultivation, I feel a little stronger than my grandfather, look at his scholarly dress, do you know that you Confucianism has ever produced such a saint?"

"Nope. Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, "My Confucian sect but all those who have become holy will leave portraits of saints in my Confucian Church's Keli Pavilion, such as Confucius, who is known as the 'most holy', Mencius, who is known as the 'sub-sage', in addition to the 'Hou Sheng' Xun Qing, the 'Fu Sheng' Yanzi, the 'Zongsheng' Zengzi, the 'Shusheng' Zisi and so on. The portrait of a saint can be perceived by the soul and can be manifested in front of a person like a 3D image. I have entered the Kaili Pavilion to worship, but among the dozen or twenty saints, I have never seen a person who looks like the predecessors of today. ”

Chen Xinyan silently followed Mu Songbai and the others all the way, and remained silent until he heard them discuss, then he sighed and said, "Sister Zhenzhen, maybe I know who he is." ”

"Who?" Ye Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows.

"I don't know what his name is, so I can't tell my seniors who he is. But I know that he is the sleepless man who betrayed Confucianism nine hundred years ago, that is, the demon you mentioned before. Chen Xinyan reasoned.

"Demon Dao Demon, how do you know?" asked Ye Zhenzhen with a frown.

"Because he left me alone just now, and he passed me this on. ”

Chen Xinyan silently mobilized the arrow qi in his body, and an arrow intent that was absolutely angry, absolutely sad, and absolutely unhappy suddenly enveloped the surroundings.

"Sad little arrow? Senior doesn't look like a demon demon. Sister Zhenzhen, you ......" Mu Songbai quickly reacted.

"Well, this arrow intent can help me cultivate this arrow technique. Chen Xinyan said dryly.

Ye Zhenzhen was shrouded in this arrow intent and was silent, she knew that Chen Xinyan was ostensibly revealing the identity of the white-haired scholar, but in fact he was confessing to her.

Because of her, she hated the demon Dao demon the most in her life.

So he didn't want to break her heart.

Sad little arrow, but not sad.

"The evil of weapons is not in itself, but in the person who uses it. Ye Zhenzhen said softly, "I've seen it." You are lacking in effective means of killing. ”

There was no village before the three sentences, and there was no store after, but Chen Xinyan understood what Ye Zhenzhen said. Chen Xinyan silently put away the arrow, he knew how much sacrifice Ye Zhenzhen had paid.

Just because you can see it doesn't mean you can let it go. We all understand the truth, but it is difficult to do. Chen Xinyan knew that the opinions, feelings, and reasons given by Ye Zhenzhen were just an excuse, an excuse to abandon part of her insistence.

Slash the demons of the world with one sword.

"Let's go, Brother Eyes must be waiting for us in a hurry. Seeing that the atmosphere was a little gloomy, the fat ball monk immediately changed the topic.

"Good. The three of them said in unison.

Seeing this, Ye Zhenzhen looked at Chen Xinyan and Mu Songbai and smiled, but the mustard in her heart had disappeared with this "good".

You don't have to memorize good things, they will leave a deep impression. A good friend doesn't want you to sacrifice because the other person is also thinking about making a sacrifice. Chen Xinyan didn't want to practice this sad little arrow, because he didn't want to break Ye Zhenzhen's heart. Ye Zhenzhen felt that just giving up her little insistence could exchange Chen Xinyan for a powerful means of killing.

It's all worth it.

The fat ball monk saw that the three of them were all smiling, although they didn't know what to do, but when they saw that everyone was happy, they also laughed together. For Monk Wuneng, the boss he recognizes is happy, and the two sisters are happy, and he is happy, which is even happier than he has eaten sugar for a year. Monk Fat Qiu recalled that when he didn't want to memorize Buddhist scriptures in the past, he would secretly pick up books from the outside world to read, and the happiness at that time was the same as at this time, it was easy to satisfy, but it was also precious. He still vaguely remembers a sentence in one of the books he read: We don't know if pigs can be happy like people, but people can be easily satisfied like pigs, as we often see.

If you ask me if I'm happy, I'll say, I'm happy. The fat ball monk felt that there was nothing wrong with being a pig.

In the distance, on the edge of the Shennongjia Divine Pillar, the white-haired scholar looked at the smiles on the faces of the four young people in the distance, and soon fell into thinking again.

"More than 900 years of betrayal of Confucianism, is it me?" muttered the white-haired scholar.

Soon, he stopped paying attention to Chen's side and devoted himself to his mourning and contemplation. What have you forgotten? What is important? Is it happiness?

The white-haired scholar grinned awkwardly, but found that he couldn't laugh at all. It turned out that he had long forgotten how to laugh.

It is not happy for someone else's happiness to drip on my shoulder.

Flooding is inevitable, and sadness is inevitable.

As the night grew thicker, Chen Xinyan and his party had untied their knots, so they quickened their pace and quickly swept in the direction of their glasses brother Liu Ji'an. However, the four of them had just walked dozens of miles when they suddenly heard the noise of people and the noise of cars and horses not far away.

"What's the situation??" Chen asked in amazement.

Mu Songbai shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be, I haven't heard of the habit of sleepless people participating in the assessment and holding bonfire parties." ”

"But it's a good bonfire, and there's something delicious to keep it. The fat ball monk quickly drooled.

"I think we should be cautious, and when I met the white-haired scholar today, I realized that we were too big before. Even if we have the Resurrection Stone in our bodies, if we encounter powerful people, they will have a way to deal with even our souls. If the body is gone, it can be resurrected in the headquarters, and if the soul is gone, it means complete death, and you can't even enter the realm of sleeplessness. Ye Zhenzhen said calmly.

"Everyone, since you're here, why don't you take a look and leave?" Everyone only felt that a voice sounded behind them, gloomy and compassionate, as sad as an owl.

When the four of them looked back, they saw a woman dressed in a loose white shirt, with long and dense black hair dragged straight to the ground behind her, and her hair was scattered, so that Chen Xinyan and the others could not see her face clearly. The white shirt covered her feet, only her hands were exposed, and her fingers were curved like hooks.

"Damn! Is it a human or a ghost?" Chen Xinyan was startled.

"Nature is a ghost. The female ghost laughed gloomily, and then waved her sleeves, "Among the three sects, I only welcome Confucianism, you monk go." As for the three of you, this little girl is from Confucianism, and the two of you, well, not from the Three Sects, come with me. ”

As soon as the female ghost's voice fell, the fat ball monk left as if he was enchanted. Chen Xinyan, Ye Zhenzhen, and Mu Songbai wanted to wake up Bajie, but found that they couldn't speak or move their hands.

The fat ball monk flew all the way, and it didn't take long to arrive at the place he had agreed with his glasses brother Liu Ji'an.

"Senior Brother Wuneng, what's wrong with you, why did you come back alone. Father's light, oh no, what about Chen Xinyan and them?" asked Liu Ji'an with a puzzled expression.

The fat ball monk cried and said anxiously: "Brother glasses, something is wrong, the eldest brother and the two sisters have been captured by the female savage!"

Liu Ji'an suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was a little familiar, he seemed to have seen it on TV, and when he watched it, it seemed that a sand monk hurriedly told Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Xiaobailong: "Senior brother, Master has been captured by monsters." Second Senior Brother, the master has been captured by the monsters! Little White Dragon, the master has been captured by the monsters! The master has been captured by the monsters again!"

But Nima, I, Liu Ji'an, are not the senior brother, not the second senior brother, and not the little white dragon! You are the second senior brother, right?

Liu Ji'an thought for a long time, so he had to hold his eyes and comforted: "Brother Wuneng, don't worry, Shennongjia is located in Hubei, and the female savage is not from Guangdong, even if your eldest brother is from Fujian, he will not be eaten." ”