host country

After Yu Xian finished Xu Shu, he suddenly felt that the matter of the monks in front of him was not so important.

Taoism is all about soy sauce, and Confucianism is still my good nephew.

In terms of emotion and reason, there is no need for him to be in the limelight.

What's more, Qingqingzi made it clear that it is easy to eliminate evil monks, but it is difficult to enlighten fools.

It's just a prelude.

Yu Xian's mind was free, his mind was full of the matter of moving the god of Luoshui.

Qing Qingzi would take him away from Luoyang at any time, if he didn't solve it soon, he might miss the important matter of his little lover.

After half a day passed, the monks set off again, heading towards Luoyang in a leisurely manner.

Perhaps the impact of the previous incident is still there, and many people have followed along.

Some even took the initiative to help the monks carry the luggage.

The monks all smiled when they saw this, and let them do it.

It was not until sunset that the pedestrians slowly approached Luoyang.

The headed fat monk said to the crowd, "It's getting late, and I won't enter the city today. You believers can choose on their own. Those who want to enter the city can go by themselves, and those who don't want to enter the city can only wait in the city with me." Sleeping out."

Those hundred believers shouted after hearing the words, "Of course we are willing to follow the master."

The big fat monk smiled, didn't say much, and asked people to prepare food.

Yu Xian's body wasted a lot, eating fish on the river for the past few days only made up for it.

Seeing those monks cooking a large pot of rice porridge, they were actually quite hungry.

"It's okay to eat a bowl..."

Yu Xian thought, a little moved.

His eyes swept across the long queue, and then subconsciously looked back.

"what?"

Yu Xian looked at one of the people in the queue in surprise. This person was of medium build and fair complexion. He was in his 40s and had an elegant look on his face.

Yu Xian was sure that he had never seen this product before, but he always had a sense of familiarity.

Perhaps Yu Xian stared at him for a long time, but the man seemed to be aware of it, and kept looking around.

Yu Xian was already wondering about his identity, so he didn't hide immediately.

After a while, the man and Yu Xian looked at each other.

When the man saw Yu Xian, he was overjoyed immediately, and he didn't line up at the moment, and he came to Yu Xian with his legs and feet.

Seeing his demeanor, Yu Xian felt more and more familiar.

Seeing someone coming over, he was about to ask, when he opened his mouth and cursed.

"Okay, Yu boy, you agreed to wait for me at Hulao Pass, why are you here?"

Yu Xian couldn't help being surprised when he heard the familiar voice.

"It's you, old man Zuoqiu!"

Then Yu Xian looked at this guy in a daze and asked, "You, you, why do you look like this?"

"Ok?"

Zuoqiu Junyi was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses.

He hurriedly looked around, a face that was originally elegant and dusty, suddenly gave the feeling of treacherous eyebrows and mouse eyes.

Then Zuoqiu Junyi took out a brush from his sleeve while no one was noticing, and began to scribble and modify his face casually.

After a while, Zuoqiu Junyi's face was abruptly changed into another appearance like a piece of drawing paper.

Yu Xian looked at the familiar old man with a mustache in front of him, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Then he reacted and asked suspiciously, "Could it be that you are also a Confucian of the villain?"

The old man Zuoqiu looked at Yu Xian contemptuously, "What do you know about the Confucianism of a small man? This is my family's method of thousands of people and thousands of faces."

"Thousands of faces? What kind of method is this?"

Yu Xian was stunned.

The old man Zuoqiu said triumphantly, "My family depicts all kinds of things in the world and all living beings. If you write with your heart, you will naturally love it, and it will go deeper and deeper. That day I was writing spring, cough, and notes on the Five Classics, and suddenly felt that the man in the pen was too talented A man with a jade-like face, a big gun, and a cough, isn’t that the old man who wrote it. So the more I looked at it, the happier I was, and I took a pen to smear on my face at night, and it became like this.”

Yu Xian was dumbfounded.

Then he took another look at the wretched old man who was stroking his mustache, and wanted to beat this old man up.

This old guy is too shameless.

What kind of virtue do you have, you actually write a sense of substitution when you write a spring book.

The old man Zuoqiu finished his complacency, then remembered the business, pulled his face down, grabbed Yu Xian by the skirt of his clothes, and roared viciously, "You little guy, we agreed to wait for the old man at Hulao Pass, where is he? Where is he? "

Yu Xian thought about it, but he really forgot to leave a message for the old man Zuoqiu, and he said quickly, "Discount for now."

"Zhe, huh?" The old man Zuoqiu's face was uncertain for a while when he heard it, and then he said calmly, "It's not too bad."

Yu Xian patted the old man Zuoqiu's hand away, and asked wonderingly, "Why did you come here, old man? I think you're an idiot..."

Yu Xian looked at Zuoqiu Junyi's somewhat dirty robe, and he didn't know how to put it more tactfully.

The old man Zuoqiu got angry when he heard this, "You have the nerve to say it! I followed that little demon girl all the way to find you. I wanted to earn a lot of money. But I was suddenly attacked by some monster on the way, and the little demon girl He is a lack of morality, he left the old man and ran away. Not only did the old man get beaten up, but also his savings for many years disappeared."

Yu Xian was taken aback when he heard that, he looked at the old man Zuoqiu carefully, his eyes were a little strange.

"You can do it, old man Zuoqiu, Taoist Yeji didn't beat you to death! That's a big demon that was suppressed by Emperor Han Lingdi and the eighth captain of Xiyuan."

"Sigh." Zuoqiu Junyi sighed, quite embarrassed, "I also tried my best at that time. While being beaten, I wrote all the clichés and routines on my body that people would forget after reading it. Finally, when the monster threw me Let him abandon me before killing me."

"Awesome." Yu Xian admired a little, "Then you are quite resistant to beating."

The old man Zuoqiu was dodging all over his face.

"It's okay. I'm old. I'm old."

Yu Xian and Zuoqiu Junyi haven't gotten to know each other well enough to ask about the secret, so Yu Xian can only change the subject, "By the way, what about the little demon girl?"

It was beyond Yu Xian's expectation that the evil disciple Sun actually went to find Zuoqiu Junyi.

I didn't expect this little demon girl to be quite loyal. I would have cheated her less a few times before I knew it.

"Little demon girl? How do I know!" Zuoqiu old man said angrily, "I only know that she went east."

Yu Xian couldn't help worrying about Diao Chan.

It's just that he has nothing to do for a while.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should take the initiative to let Xu Shu and the Yingchuan Academy behind him think of a way from that feather, Zuoqiu Junyi opened his mouth and asked again, "By the way, boy Yu, why are you here?"

Not hiding anything from him, Yu Xian moved his chin forward a bit, "Well, it's not for these monks."

After hearing this, Zuoqiu Junyi straightened his face, and asked seriously, "You also found out that they have a problem?"

Yu Xian frowned slightly, "How to say?"

Then he explained, "The master's school has an order. It is said that these monks are involved in the catastrophe of teaching, so I just came to take a look. At present, they are still considered to be the rules."

"Hmph, childish." Zuoqiu Junyi snorted.