The bald monk hid on the other side of Shen Zhixian, separated by Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin, he seemed to feel a lot more at ease, and shouted loudly: "Chen, let me tell you, I didn't do anything wrong this time, you can't do it!"
The cold man called Chen Lu looked at him coldly, with thick frost on his eyes, and asked coldly, "Where is Si Fei?"
The bald monk rubbed his neck and refuted him: "I said, you kid, why are you always fighting against our A Fei? Our A Fei is doing well!"
Chen Luo stared at him for a while, before he nodded slightly towards Shen Zhixian and the others, and said indifferently, "What I just said was not referring to the two of you. It's just that this person is used to talking nonsense and can't tell right from wrong."
What this means is that his "nonsense" sentence is only aimed at the bald monk, and has nothing to do with Shen Zhixian.
Shen Zhixian has no opinion on him targeting the bald monk, it is a private matter between them, but he has a problem with Chen Luo interrupting the bald monk... He is happy to hear it!
Shen Zhixian also lightened his expression: "I dare to ask who this is..."
Chen Lu was probably used to being cold and arrogant. It was rare to have such a long explanation just now. At this time, he just said coldly: "Mingzhou, Chen Lu." Then he got up and strode out.
When he walked past Shen Zhixian's table, he looked at the bald monk again, and his eyes showed great hatred: "Sooner or later, I will destroy all the sins."
The bald monk grinned at him: "I didn't provoke you to provoke you, so why do you keep chasing people?"
"Hiding filth and filth is not tolerated by the world."
After he left, the bald monk snorted lightly and muttered, "Boy Maotou."
"Who is this?"
"The people who came out of the hidden world sect of Mingzhou are always on the air to punish the evil and promote the good to eliminate the world's filth." Although the bald monk was talking with a smile, there was a slight irony in his words. There seemed to be a sigh that was as light as a smoke, "He said that the Undead City is the most filthy place in the world, and sooner or later it will be destroyed."
Shen Zhixian lowered his eyes: "The city of immortality is full of demons and monsters... It seems so. The Si Fei he said...is a person from the city of immortality?"
"It's the city lord of the Undead City." The bald monk chuckled, "In this world, there are too many things that are different from the outside. It looks like this, but in fact..."
He stopped, shook his head, smiled and sighed.
Shen Zhixian asked, "Actually what?"
Just at this moment, the restaurant's young man shouted "Come here" and brought the four-column meat buns to the table. The bald monk immediately lit up his eyes and rubbed his hands. Caught it: "...actually like a bald monk, he looks like he likes eating steamed buns, but he actually likes meat buns more!"
He looked at the two buns covetously, took a deep breath, and his face was intoxicated: "Ah, it's really fragrant! I love buns, ah!"
Shen Zhixian knew that he deliberately changed the subject, so he didn't ask any further, only said: "You always talk about steamed buns, I thought you only eat steamed buns."
"If you have money, who wants to eat steamed buns every day? Meat buns are really delicious!" The bald monk had already bitten off half of the meat buns in one bite. Money beats bald monks…”
Shen Zhixian slightly pinched his eyebrows.
…
Since the first meeting in the restaurant, Chen Lu started to appear around them frequently.
The bald monk complained bitterly: "This guy, 80% wants to follow us to the city of undead." He sighed, "A Fei just hid the city of undead, if he finds it again... A Fei wants to cut my baldness. ."
"You're already a bald head, so why worry."
The bald monk hesitated to speak, and after a while he whispered: "Chen Lu is jealous of evil, he has experienced some things before, and he especially hates demons and ghosts. As soon as he sees demons and ghosts, he will act, no matter what, there is no measure, you will see you later. Follow him and hide for a while, this ice cube is going crazy, no one can stop it."
Shen Zhixian pondered: "He hates evil spirits as if he hates demons and ghosts, what does it have to do with us?"
The bald monk suddenly fell silent, and after a while he said to him as if nothing had happened: "Oh, where are we going, wait a minute, I'll find a way..."
Shen Zhixian squinted his eyes: "Why do I think you always care about what you mean, and what bad ideas are you planning?"
"No, no, I'm honest." The bald monk repeatedly denied it, his small eyes narrowed with difficulty, pinching his fingers, looking for the right direction, "Go, this way."
The group walked for another seven or eight days, and sometimes bumped into Chen Lu, the bald monk would gag and laugh, and lead them around, leaving Chen Lu behind before continuing on their way.
At the beginning, the bald monk was a chatter, talking about everything, never stopping with one mouth, talking about the world, nibbling on the steamed buns and bragging about the cows. Later, as he walked, he gradually became silent, sometimes riding a horse. The civet, pulling a wisp of fluff on the cat's neck, can be in a daze for a long time, and Shen Zhixian has to call out a few times before he can come back to his senses.
Shen Zhixian felt a strange feeling in his heart: "What's wrong with you?"
The bald monk was silent for a long time, and after a while he turned his head and asked, "I have a question..."
"Um?"
Shen Zhixian leaned back and leaned comfortably in Yan Jin's arms. Yan Jin firmly clasped his waist and protected him firmly.
After giving the civet cat to the bald monk, they simply went to buy a more robust and larger Pegasus that could ride on both sides. Shen Zhixian was lazy, rode with Yan Jin, huddled in Yan Jin's arms, and let him support the barrier to keep out the wind. , he rested leisurely.
The bald monk asked slowly, "If, I mean, if, one day, the person you love becomes a completely different person, would you hate him?"
He said these words to the two of them, without adding a title, Shen Zhixian couldn't tell who he was asking for a while, but just listened to these words...
Why so guilty.
Shen Zhixian coughed lightly and asked, "What does it mean to be completely changed?"
"For example, it becomes bad, into a demon or something."
This bald monk usually asks fortune-telling, and occasionally babbles, Shen Zhixian thought he saw something wrong with him, but after hearing this, he felt that he was not talking about himself, but rather... Yan Jin
Yan Jin has demonic energy in his body, and he jumps repeatedly on the edge of being demonic. Shen Zhixian knows it, and he doesn't have any strange opinions about it. Demon cultivators and immortal cultivators are just different cultivation methods. Shen Zhixian has no opinion on demon cultivators - After all, there are only a small number of evil cultivators.
Even if Yan Jin falls into a demon, as long as he doesn't destroy the world, Shen Zhixian won't care.
He said, "No."
The bald monk asked, "What if he falls into a demon and destroys the world? Will you abandon him?"
Shen Zhixian was now sure that the bald monk was asking him something, so he shut his mouth and looked at the bald monk before he said suspiciously, "Why ask such a question and give this example?"
"Oh, don't worry about it, just talk about it." The bald monk turned his head and looked around.
Shen Zhixian had an intuition that he had a ghost, but he couldn't guess what he meant, and only said, "We Ah Jin are very good, and if we fall into a demon, we won't destroy the world."
He tilted his head to look at Yan Jin behind him, Yan Jin couldn't help but hug him a little tighter, and called out to the Master in a low voice, faintly worried.
Shen Zhixian said: "When you enter a demon, you enter a demon. Immortals and demons are not inherently despicable. Although it is true that some demons and demons do a lot of evil, they are only a small part. More demons are just deliberately malicious... To be honest, Xianxiu has a bad heart, and he just pretends to be righteous in a hypocritical shell."
He intertwined his fingers with Yan Jin, and said calmly, "I won't hate Yan Jin because he's a demon, and I won't abandon him." His voice couldn't help softening, "We A Jin are not that evil either."
His tone was full of determination and trust, Yan Jin smiled slightly, and the bald monk seemed a little moved, and murmured: "It's such a truth, it's rare for you to understand. It's a pity that there are always others who don't understand... Keke, that What."
He suddenly patted the civet, motioning it to stop, the civet obediently stopped running, stomped on the ground with its four paws, and flicked its tail.
Yan Jin didn't expect him to stop suddenly, the Pegasus ran so fast that it surpassed him by a lot at once. Yan Jin controlled the Pegasus and turned around, ran back a few steps, and stopped.
The bald monk had a struggling and helpless look of guilt on his face. He suddenly turned to the ground and gave a deep bow to the two of them. It took a long time to get up. The guilt brought mixed emotions again, and he said softly, "I'm sorry. But I also ask you two to remember what you just said... Please take care of yourself, after this matter, if you want to kill or cut, the bald monk will follow you."
Shen Zhixian was stunned for a moment, then turned over and dismounted together with Yan Jin. Before he could understand what he meant by this, a gust of wind suddenly blew up on the ground, flying sand and rocks, blurring the figure of the bald monk in front of him.
The ground under my feet began to tremble, the ground was cracked, and a cold wind came out of the gap, with many vague and strange sounds, like thousands of demons and hundreds of ghosts roaring.
The two reacted extremely quickly, and almost immediately ran towards the bald monk, but the ground under their feet seemed to have changed again, turning into a swamp, and the huge suction force pulled them down abruptly.
Yan Jin was about to draw his sword with his backhand, but it was too late. This powerful force surpassed what the two of them had ever encountered before, but in a moment, a huge gap appeared on the ground and completely engulfed them.
The bald monk gasped for breath, and fell to his knees with a thud, dripping with cold sweat.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He trembled, choked out a mouthful of black blood, and took out a book tremblingly from his arms.
The book was very old, a thick one, it looked like it had been turned over countless times, and the edges of the pages were scuffed up.
The bald monk spread the book on the ground and meditated for a few words before flipping open the cover page with no words and no pictures. He turned page after page, as if he was looking for something, trying so hard to keep his mind off the other side that he didn't even notice when someone came.
"It's here..." His eyes lit up, and he was about to tear off the page when a cold hand with a fiery red whip wrapped around his wrist picked up the book one step ahead of him.
"—Chen?!" The bald monk turned pale in shock and rushed towards him without thinking, trying to grab the old book back.
The book could not be seen by others. The bald monk tried his last bit of strength in this attack, but he was knocked back two steps in a row.
The bald monk had no strength at all, and he didn't have the strength to pick up the book when he saw that it was not far away.
Fortunately, when the book landed, it was closed again. This book has set a secret technique, without his formula, even if it is opened, it can only be blank.
Chen turned over several times, but found nothing, his icy gaze turned to the bald monk who stood up staggeringly, his voice almost frozen into ice: "What is this?"
The bald monk saw that Chen Lu couldn't see a word, so he felt relieved, and wiped his mouth carelessly, wiping the blood on his hand, he smiled: "It's a big collection of bad things that the bald monk has done. What, want to see?"
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