Shen Zhixian patted the Pegasus and landed first, standing a meter away, and first looked around.
In the uninhabited wilderness, there is only this abrupt flower bush swaying in the wind.
It really looks like the flower on the wrist of Mrs. Meng, the little thrush.
The moon-white petals are slightly whitened at the bottom, half-open and half-closed, as if to blend in with the moonlight in the night.
only…
Shen Zhixian sniffed the strange smell in the air, and frowned: "Why... the smell of steamed buns?"
Yan Jin nodded silently, raised his hand slightly, and raised his sword.
Shen Zhixian took a few steps back, watching Yan Jin's sword unsheathed, just swept it lightly, a piece of flower petals fell to the ground like a gust of wind swept away.
No, it was a piece of steamed bun that fell on the ground.
Shen Zhixian was stunned as he watched countless flower petals fall to the ground and became steamed buns, and fell into deep thought: "In the ground... can we still grow steamed buns?"
Yan Jin suddenly cast his gaze behind a boulder not far away, and a few jumped over to force a person out from behind the stone.
It was a fat, bald monk with narrow eyes. He was forced by Yan Jin with his sword, yelling ooh ooh, and scrambling out: "What are you doing, what are you doing!"
When he saw the steamed buns on the ground, he immediately gasped and rushed over with heartache: "My steamed buns! You just look at the flowers when you look at the flowers, why are you trying to destroy the flowers!"
He casually pinched a flower that remained on the flower stalk, and when the flower fell into his hand, it became a piece of steamed bun, which he stuffed into his mouth and chewed and swallowed.
Shen Zhixian asked, "Who are you?"
The bald monk's movement of picking up flowers was almost invisible, and after a while, he smiled nonchalantly: "No name and no surname, a bald monk."
Shen Zhixian glanced at his chilly forehead, noncommittal: "What are you doing here with a large piece of steamed buns?"
The bald monk stuffed the last surviving steamed bun flower into his mouth, rubbed his hands together, and said, "I just like this flower. Tonight, the air is fresh and the moonlight is just right. Isn't it wonderful that the moon falls before the flower?"
Shen Zhixian glanced at Yan Jin, who pushed the blade out a little bit knowingly.
Jianguang Lingling immediately exuded an icy aura.
The bald monk wiped his face, swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth, and quickly changed his words: "Actually, I have done something wrong, which is to atone for my sins. This flower is dedicated to God..."
Shen Zhixian dragged his voice long and subtly snorted. The bald monk was full of nonsense at first sight. He didn't bother to play any more lip service, and only said: "A Jin, beat him."
Before Yan Jin could do anything, the bald monk shouted again when he heard the words, "Aiya! What are you doing! You don't respect the old man at all!"
He was chased around by Yan Jin and wanted to slip away, but he couldn't get around Yan Jin. After a quarter of an hour, he finally couldn't take it anymore. He stomped his feet in place, breathless, and scratched his bald head helplessly: "Okay. Come on, come on, stop chasing, I said it's not enough..."
The bald monk sighed: "I'm really just passing by, and the atonement is also true. This flower is my favorite flower..."
Shen Zhixian said casually, "This flower should only be seen in one place, right?"
The bald monk glanced at them suspiciously: "Do you recognize this flower? This is a flower outside the city of undead. Have you ever been to the city of undead?"
Shen Zhixian smiled and said, "Never."
"Then how did you find out?"
Shen Zhixian followed his words and exchanged with him half-truths, and he came up with a lot of words.
This bald monk is a wandering cultivator with no family and no sect. By coincidence, he has been to the city of immortality. Recently, he has nothing to do to walk around. When he was bored, he used a bag of steamed buns to squeeze out such a forgotten flower. Phantom play.
He muttered: "I'm admiring the flowers here, who will provoke who..."
Shen Zhixian turned his thoughts silently, with a calm expression on his face: "We are planning to go to the City of Immortality. If you know the way, you might as well do a good deed and lead the way for us."
The bald monk frowned and thought for a while, then categorically refused: "No, that place is not something you can go to casually. What if something happens to you when you go there and you blame me?"
"What's going to happen there?"
The bald monk looked at Shen Zhixian: "There are countless big and small monsters and ghosts in the city of undead, with different shapes, and countless terrifying people. Among them, there are many who have done a lot of evil..." He paused, "Monster."
Shen Zhixian was slightly taken aback.
It seems that the bald monk knows far more than the painted skin demon, and these are things that the painted skin demon has not mentioned before.
The city of immortality... is it such a place
Seeing that he seemed hesitant, the bald monk waved his hand: "Forget it, you are unreasonable, what are you doing in that kind of place, if you also like this flower, I will show it to you."
Shen Zhixian said, "No, we're going."
The bald monk still wanted to refuse, but in the end, under the coercion of Yan Jin and the enticement of Shen Zhixian, the bald monk reluctantly nodded and agreed: "You can go to the city of immortality, but if you go, if something happens, you can Can't blame me!"
The bald monk pinched his fingers and calculated, looked up at the sky for a while, and finally chose a direction that was far from their original route: "Go this way."
The bald monk had no mount, so Shen Zhixian rode with Yan Jin and gave him the civet cat. Considering the Pegasus' ability to bear, the three of them did not walk fast, and they arrived at a town only after dawn.
It was not boring along the way. The bald monk opened his mouth and closed his mouth, and he did not stop. As he talked, he mentioned fortune-telling.
"Do you even tell people's fortunes?"
The bald monk tugged at the civet cat's fur, his eyes narrowed with laughter, and he couldn't help but puff out his chest: "I'm pretty sure about fortune-telling, I've counted it three times in my life, and it's fulfilled every time."
"What?" Shen Zhixian asked casually.
The bald monk was silent for a while, only rubbing the cat's fur, as if he was recalling something, and after a while he said slowly, "Actually, I regret it, it shouldn't be considered that trigram."
He sighed, feeling a little melancholy, "The first time, I ruined a child; the second time, my only best friend, the third time, it ruined the whole world."
The bald monk was smiling all the way, but suddenly he became so serious, Shen Zhixian was stunned for a while, thinking about his words carefully, and feeling ridiculous: "... Ruining the whole world?"
Shen Zhixian still wanted to ask in detail, but the bald monk laughed again and bypassed the topic with a gag. No matter how much Shen Zhixian tried, he would never mention it.
Seeing this, Shen Zhixian didn't ask any further questions, but silently made a note in his heart.
Dinner in a restaurant in the town at noon.
The bald monk tentatively said: "This meal money..."
Shen Zhixian glanced at him and put a piece of silver on the table.
The bald monk laughed immediately, and called out to Xiao Er in a familiar manner: "Three cages of meat buns—ah no, four cages!"
He rubbed his hands excitedly: "I haven't eaten meat buns for a long time, and I can't even eat steamed buns... Well, I have nothing to repay you, why don't I make a fortune for you?"
"You can't even eat steamed buns... I don't feel bad about you turning into a steamed bun."
The bald monk just pretended that he couldn't hear the teasing in Shen Zhixian's words, and winked at Shen Zhixian: "You want to fortune-telling? You can't count the big ones. I see that you two are a good match, why not count them as a peach blossom?"
Peach blossom, marriage.
The two didn't hide their close relationship with each other, and the bald monk didn't know whether it was a big deal or too open-minded.
Shen Zhixian glanced at him, he didn't come up to eat, he also wanted to see what medicine was sold in the bald monk's gourd, so he didn't refuse, just took a sip of tea with a smile.
He thought that monk bald fortune-telling was the same as Xuanjilou, and he wanted to draw a lottery or something. Who knew that monk bald didn't come up with anything. He just looked at them carefully, pinched his fingers and counted, and whispered in his mouth. He muttered, chanted for a long time, and then looked at the faces of the two again.
It seems to be counting.
Shen Zhixian was still wearing a face fabricated by illusion. But he didn't mention it, he wanted to see what the bald monk could figure out.
The bald monk talked for a long time, and suddenly gave a short sigh, showing a happy look, and said loudly: "Okay! It's good!"
His voice was so loud that everyone around him looked at him. The bald monk waved his hands around, lowered his voice, leaned over and said mysteriously: "Both of you are very good faces! I have never seen such good faces..."
These words seem familiar. A long time ago, before entering the secret realm of the sharks, Su Cheng, the disciple of Xuanji Building who had met by chance, also said similar words when he unsigned for Shen Zhixian.
He said that the lot drawn by Shen Zhixian was a rare good hexagram, and the solution was "getting what you wanted".
Shen Zhixian lost his mind and got what he wanted... Speaking of which, it seems quite accurate
In the secret realm, he got shark scales. After leaving the secret realm, he coughed... He also caught a little hedgehog, so he no longer had to worry about being thrown off by cannon fodder inexplicably one day.
No matter what angle you look at it, it's pretty accurate.
Seeing that Shen Zhixian was distracted and ignored him, the bald monk clenched his fist, coughed a few times on his lips, forcibly attracted his attention, and said solemnly: "Cough, cough, listen to me, you are the fate of the peach blossoms, yes Blessed by God, as long as you trust each other, support each other, work together, and never give up…”
"A bunch of nonsense."
The bald monk hadn't finished his chatter, but a cold voice next to him interrupted him indifferently.
As soon as the bald monk heard this voice, he immediately got stuck. He repeated "Never leave, don't give up" twice. He couldn't hold the next sentence, so he sighed angrily and muttered softly: "Why did you bump into this killer again..."
He helplessly spread out his hands at Shen Zhixian, made a gesture of apology, and turned to look at the person who was speaking.
Shen Zhixian also looked over.
Sitting at the table next to them was a man dressed in a moon-white slim-fitting robe, with sword eyebrows and black pupils, thin lips pursed tightly, without a bit of popularity. Frighteningly cold.
His icy aura is different from that of Yan Jin. Yan Jin actually looks cold, but his indifference is more restrained. When he is not usually explosive, he is not as cold and aggressive as this man.
Only then did Shen Zhixian realize that there was no one else around him except his own table.
When the man turned his head to look, his right hand unconsciously stroked a long whip wrapped around his left wrist.
The whole body of this long whip was crimson, and the handle of the whip was painted with overlapping fire cloud patterns, as if there was a group of fiery flames burning above it, which seemed to be completely inconsistent with his own aura.
As soon as the bald monk saw his whip, he shuddered, stood up hastily, and sat down in the position farthest from him: "You, you, you, talk well, in this public, you you you you don't Do it!"
The author has something to say: Thank you, Little Cutie, for having 3 rocket launchers of your dreams;
Thank you, Little Cutie, for having the 2 grenades of your dreams;
Thank you for the mines of Xiaokuo lovers: have a dream x2; Xian Chan x1;
Thank you for the nutrient solution of Xiaokuo loves:
Have a dream x10, the old man in the mountains x10; Jian Nan x9; 123x2, nostalgia x2, Chuzhi x2; Luo Qinglan x1;
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