Chen He would not commit the fault of being dark under the lights.
Standing on the painting boat, he saw the ferry boat not far away, just glanced at it, and found that there was a man with a dignified appearance, a straight back, and piercing eyes.
You YouQi realized something very quickly, and immediately relaxed the spirit around him, the sheepskin jacket was drooping, and he was lost in the crowd, with only one pair of eyes staring at the painting boat.
This kind of cover-up appearance is even more strange.
Chen He's voice transmission asked the demon cultivator who followed to investigate on the river, then burned the painting boat and quietly came to the ferry.
For a monk in the Spirit Transformation stage, trying to hide from the eyes and ears of mortals is simply an easy task.
Huang Shouzi tried to jump off the boat and was stunned by the crowd. The movement made Chen He look at him at a glance, and then he remembered this person he had seen before - Venerable Li Yan in the memory of the Chifeng Desert.
Because he was Li Yan's subordinate, Chen He rummaged through the mirage beads and found two other dusty memories.
— After leaving the desert with my senior brother, I met a group of salt dealers. Huang Shouzi was holding a white paper fan, acting as a nondescript military adviser, being called the second master, and arrogant.
But when they met by chance in Jizhou, Huang Shouzi was haggard, tired, and much older.
Shi Feng said that monks sometimes killed mortals, and those who were lucky enough to escape did not know the truth, so they went around begging.
Even if you are lucky and really become a monk, when you have the strength to take revenge, if the enemy does not die, he will definitely advance to a big realm, isn't he invincible? In the end, there is only regret. Furthermore, if you practice the exercises with hatred, and your mind is dominated by hatred, what will happen in the end
I sincerely hope that cultivators with good apprentices will not agree to accept such disciples. Demon cultivators are another matter.
The Huang Shouzi that Chen He saw today was even more dejected than what Jizhou saw. His eyes were straight, like a crazy gambler. He knew that he would lose before he bet his chips, but he still refused to look back.
The two rough men dragged Huang Shouzi into the cabin like a broken sack.
Chen He was a little hesitant in his heart. Back then, Li Yan walked out of the Chifeng Desert in a daze. He had no memory, only the words Shi Feng told him before his death, and the inheritance of the Beixuan School.
Where is the original settlement, can anyone help
Since there were no mirage beads in Liyan at that time, no one knew about this.
Chen He guessed from the broken memory that since Huang Shouzi was Li Yan's subordinate before becoming Venerable Demon Dao, and Li Yan had been standing and searching in the Chifeng Desert for many years, it might be the group of salt dealers who met him on the barren rock beach. When I arrived at Liyan, I took in or wanted to meet a "master" with extraordinary strength.
The latter is fine. If Li Yan was nineteen years old and had not yet built his foundation, he would have been with those private salt dealers, and there would have been a kind of friendship in it.
It is a pity that when Venerable Li Yan really got the Mirage Bead, it was more than a hundred years later. Those who did not have the qualifications to become monks in this group died, and those who did not break through the Foundation Establishment Stage are gone. There are also some people who may have died in various battles, and only Huang Shouzi is left.
The battle between the righteous and the devil is in full swing. With the acquiescence of Li Yan, Huang Shouzi is even more invisible, so that in Chen He's memory, there are almost no traces of these people's existence.
There are so many things that have been lost, even if we start over again, it will not be complete.
Chen He silently followed the cabin, and when he looked up, he saw the suspicious person, wrapped in a sheepskin robe, crouching beside a few donkeys frowning and thinking about something.
This man has a full beard, wears a bucket hat, and his eyes are so bright that it makes people feel empty. Even if he is squatting in a daze, or his back is straight, there is a power that makes people involuntarily convincing.
Chen He was even more suspicious.
He recognized that the other party was neither Zhao Weiyang nor Fu Lieyun.
The Yin-Yang Sect Demon Xiu was killed on the river, and it was really strange that there were so many people on the nearby ferry. With Chen He's eyesight, he couldn't tell whether the other party was a monk or a mortal.
"Who?"
Chen He was even more surprised that he had found himself
What followed was a muddled fight. Seeing that the situation was not right, Chen He covered his hands, and his spiritual power swept away with his tricks. Master Qu was shocked, and the knife tumbled and slid away, but he was still blown away by the momentum. Gotta fall to the ground.
- Relying on being a monk, it's too much to deceive people! A trick is a trick, what kind of real yuan do you use
Master Qu turned over and jumped up, rubbing the red and swollen bumps on his forehead, staring at Chen He suspiciously.
Chen He also finally realized that the other party was not a cultivator and could not use his true spiritual energy. Thousands of thoughts flooded into his mind in an instant, and he looked at Master Qu again in amazement.
"Hi." Master Qu touched the wound on his forehead, suddenly thought of something, and asked cautiously, "Who is your master?"
"Master."
When Master Qu saw Chen He's dazed appearance, his heart was even more intense. Because he was a monk, he didn't speak properly? Damn, he can't see through this kid's cultivation, he really can't afford to offend him!
"Cough, who are you? Qu has never sinned against you, why is your Excellency so aggressive?"
"Master..."
Chen He's forehead was confused, he was very unsure, and he was also a little puzzled.
It has only been more than 20 years since Nan Hongzi's body was reincarnated. Could this bearded man be too old
Master Qu was so clever and confused for a while, he thought that Chen He was always stuck on the question of "who is your master". Why is it so difficult to say the origin of his master? Hesitating and hesitating.
Master Qu thought about it again and again, and felt that his apprentice might be tricked by others, but there is absolutely no reason why even his moves were stolen from him.
"Your master, is his last name—"
The words got stuck in the mouth.
The world of self-cultivation only called Shi Feng a Gorefiend, and after trying hard to find out the news, they could only find out that the Gorefiend was in Yuzhou, and that the Gorefiend was the new sage of the Demon Dao. Master Qu couldn't figure it out at all, now that Shi Feng...doesn't use the name Shi Feng anymore.
Given that the name itself is a conspiracy against the Beixuan faction.
It's really hard to get to know each other.
It’s useless even if you read a few sentences about the basic exercises of the Beixuan School—Beixuan’s heart method is a piece of shit in the cultivation world. You can find as many copies as you want. .
How can higher-level exercises be easily leaked
The two stared blankly in the cabin for a long time, but didn't say a word.
As a cultivator, Chen He is not good at looking at bone age, but he can't go wrong. After taking a closer look, he thinks that even if he shaved the beard all over his face, this person should be in his thirties.
Chen He had doubts in his heart, and Master Qu's doubts were deeper than his - Nan Hongzi had been "dead" for less than twenty-five years. Where did Shi Feng pick up the apprentices, whose cultivation was so high that they could drive many demons and convince them
In such a short period of time, there is no way to teach it!
The two shook their heads in unison, definitely not my master/my grandson!
At this time, a shout came from outside the cabin: "Arrived at the shore!"
The cabin door was immediately opened, and the rough men scrambled to come in and bring the mules ashore to continue their journey. Master Qu blinked, and Chen He was nowhere to be seen, so he could only pick up the knife and hide it in his boots.
"Ouch! Scared me to death!" A man shouted in a fuss: "Master Qu, you just practiced flying knives!"
"… "
There is also a knife dazzlingly inserted into the deck.
Master Qu angrily walked over to pull it out, but the knife stuck so hard that it took him a long time. The people around thought he did this on purpose. He showed his flying knife skills with three points in the wood. He desperately flattered and applauded. Outraged.
The boatman grimaced and wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak.
"Take a patch of sturdy wood!" Master Qu, with a dark face, took out a string of copper coins from his waist and threw it.
The broken place is the bulkhead. As long as there is no strong wind and waves on the river, there is no danger of water leakage, just wind leakage.
Several boatmen were overjoyed: "Thank you, Lord Qu!"
"Wait, what about Shou Huang?"
Only then did Master Qu realize that there was more than one person in the cabin.
"Yeah, what about people?" the people in the car dealership also shouted outside.
The people on the ferry said that they had come ashore, and the people on the shore said they had not seen him. Finally, everyone looked at Master Qu. Huang Shouzi was obviously thrown into the cabin, how could he disappear
"I'm drawing my knife. When the boat arrives, how can I notice him when you are so noisy?" Master Qu could only vaguely say. "I just thought I didn't see him, so that's what I asked."
Everyone rummaged on the ferry for a while, and finally the person who was traveling with cars and horses said, "This kid shouldn't jump into the river to find those experts!"
The boatmen swore and swore that no one had been heard falling into the water, and the cabin had only one door, not even a window.
There were still people on the shore waiting to cross the river by boat, urging them impatiently, and the carriages could not stop here to wait for a thin yellow man, so everyone could only pack their things full of doubts and set off on the road in twos and threes.
Seeing that they were far away from everyone else, among the people who were walking with Master Qu, a guy immediately came up and asked, "Master Qu, that Huang Shouzi..."
"Okay! Don't mention this again!"
Master Qu's face was ugly. He tightened his sheepskin jacket in the wind and snow. He couldn't help thinking about his apprentice, and who the boy in Jiguang fur was.
After being stopped by him, the guards all shut their mouths and did not dare to say a word.
The snow stopped in the evening, and Master Qu only asked a roadside wild shop to hit the tip. He didn't rest, and he urged him to drive all night. During the break, everyone sighed again that Master Qu had foresight.
Without him, the weather was fine and the snow began to melt.
If they stayed in the wild shop for one night and got up early the next day to go on their way, their feet would be muddy and slippery. After the snow melted and the cold wind blew, the place behind the sun was full of ice, and they were afraid they would fall to death again.
Now that I'm in town, it's wonderful to take a comfortable rest day and night, and then leave when the road is ready.
The rough men slept until the night, and got up hungry to find something to eat. It happened that a large pot of mutton was stewed in the inn, and there was some hot soup.
The inn is a place that travels from south to north. When things get up, anyone can talk to them.
Some people talked about the incident when they encountered a painting boat on the river, and the martial arts master stepped on the water. The rough people here made a fuss and made a fuss, and there was a burst of laughter in the inn, all of which were unbelievable.
"Brothers, you are more exaggerated than storytelling, change your career and eat sloppy rice!"
The rough man blushed when he was told, and slapped the table to reason with others.
"Master Qu, your words have weight. You can tell these ignorant people!"
"What can you do, so what if he believes it, if you don't believe it, you can save a piece of meat?" Master Qu squeezed his chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and casually taught his subordinates.
The mist rises and the scent is tangy.
Master Qu was eating the noodles, thinking with emotion, it was great to not worry about the days of starvation in those days, but now, I am afraid that eating a bowl is not enough, and I have to pay for something else to fill my stomach.
Looking down at the large pieces of mutton in the noodle soup, he sighed again: Poor, there are four pieces of mutton in a bowl of noodles, and most of them are bones, so I will eat them at the end. Xifu, only ordinary people know Xifu!
When he stretched out his chopsticks towards the mutton, the person beside him suddenly reminded in a low voice, "Master Qu!"
"What's the matter, can't wait to finish eating?" Master Qu scolded.
The people next to him suddenly didn't dare to say a word. Master Qu just picked up the mutton, but he also realized that something was wrong. It seemed that there was one more person in front of him
He looked up, and suddenly the mutton fell back into the bowl, the chopsticks were stuck in his hands, and it would not fall.
Lord Qu opened his mouth ridiculously, and stared at a man in red, with beautiful eyebrows, black hair like lacquer, not like the appearance of the world, the appearance that the world can find, standing in front of the table.
"you you…"
Shi Feng remained silent, took the chopsticks from Master Qu's hand, and looked down at the bowl on the table.
He calmly raised the chopstick, ate all the mutton in the bowl, put the bowl down, and said with a deep meaning, "Now that we're done, we can talk."
"… "
Master Qu had a deep hatred on his face, and was unspeakably aggrieved.
"Crack!" He clapped the table and stood up, "Who let you eat!"