Chapter 698

The middle-aged man looks like Zhong Kui, with a messy beard and a long sword on his back. His first impression is that he is sloppy and has no special temperament, but he has a sense of freedom and freedom of Jianghu people.

Mu Qingxiao was still sitting on the board, as if unaware of the newcomers, calm and calm, just like an old monk in peace, without leaking a trace of breath.

"Today's young people really don't cherish their lives. The inn in the town can't live, but they want to live in this ghost nest."

Seeing mu Qingxiao wearing a white shirt and jade ornaments on his waist, he looks like a crown jade and looks forward to Gu Shenghui. He doesn't look like an ordinary person at all. Instead, he travels like a son of a noble family.

It's expensive to wear and doesn't look like you have no money. Do you have a special hobby to live in such a place?

In his eyes, which of the children of the aristocratic family is not arrogant and domineering, but is willing to live in such a dirty and gloomy place.

He shook his head slightly, closed the door of the monk's house, found a clean place to sit down, and put the long sword and package aside.

Take out a few pancakes and a pot of wine and stuff it.

A moment later, seeing that mu Qingxiao was still like a rock, the middle-aged man couldn't help asking, "little brother, I'm Yan Chixia. I dare to ask your name."

Mu Qingxiao picked up his sword eyebrow and gradually opened his eyes. The luster flowed and glanced at Yan Chixia.

"Didn't your master tell you that it's impolite to make noise when others are practicing?"

The two eyes were opposite. Yan Chixia trembled fiercely, quickly looked away, held her eyes with both hands, and twitched her eyes.

Just now, his eyes seemed to be stabbed by a sharp sword, and the painful tears came out.

Although his eyes were stinging, it was not enough to make him cry, but he had already set off a storm in his heart.

Originally, he thought the latter was just a child of an aristocratic family who didn't know the greatness of heaven and earth, but he didn't expect to have eyes that didn't know Mount Tai.

The young people in front of us are the children of some aristocratic family. Their accomplishments are so terrible. The gap between them is reflected by that look alone.

"Thank you for your mercy, elder Yan Chixia. I don't know how much I offend you here."

After returning to her senses, Yan Chixia quickly apologized. The youth in front of her converged freely. Her every move revealed a certain artistic conception. I'm afraid even her mentor was inferior.

What's more, he really deserved it first. He broke into the monk's house without asking, and drank and ate himself.

He is also a monk. He knows very well what an idiot his behavior was just now. It is absolutely taboo for a monk to be disturbed in his cultivation.

Light is evil, heavy is the elimination of life and death!

Hearing the speech, mu Qingxiao waved his hand and said calmly, "there's no need to apologize. There's a monk's house opposite. Go next door."

"Yes, I'll leave first."

Respectfully ordered the package and long sword, withdrew from the monk's house and closed the door. Yan Chixia was still confused.

He has been practicing for a long time. Naturally, he knows that there are people outside people and there are days outside.

There are not only mountain spirits and ghosts, but also powerful monks, and his master is one of them.

But the youth in the monk's house gave him an extremely terrible feeling.

There is no clue at all. It looks like an ordinary person, but it hurts his eyes with just one look. This terrible strength is simply unimaginable.

What happened just now told him a truth. Don't judge people by their appearance.

A seemingly ordinary youth may be a demon, a ghost, or even a powerful monk.

Seeing the closed door of the monk's house, mu Qingxiao took a roll with him, and the long-term lights on the four walls strangely lit up, illuminating the lights of the whole monk's house.

Looking at the closed wooden door, mu Qingxiao closed his eyes and instantly entered the state of cultivation.

Yan Chixia's arrival means nothing to him at all.

For Ning caichen's scholar, Yan Chixia is a good bodyguard, but for him, he is not even as good as mole ants.

Climbing relationships is an international joke. Is it worth climbing relationships for a monk who has built nine foundations?

As for making friends, he doesn't have time to waste on such things now. He might as well spend it on refining, burning silence and Yuheng.

In this way, his strength will improve much faster.

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Late at night, the bright moonlight was covered by dark clouds, covering the earth.

Outside lanruo temple, the wind was everywhere, and the branches and leaves and weeds rustled. Immediately, a pair of white and tender hands pushed aside the bushes and came to the gate of lanruo temple.

The comer is a young man, wearing a white shirt, straight decoration, negative collection, wearing a Confucian scarf and a beautiful face. At first glance, he is a weak scholar.

The young scholar looked at lanruo temple, which was full of dust and cobwebs. He felt chilly in his heart.

But when he saw the light in both monasteries, his eyes lit up. It was obvious that someone lived here. At that moment, he was happy, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and negative Ji walked forward.

"Dong Dong..."

On a gloomy night, there was a loud knock on the door, and the wooden door of the monk's house opened. What came into view was a middle-aged man with a disorderly beard and beard. He looked ferocious and scared the young man.

"I'm Ning caichen. I'm looking for a place to stay. I don't know it's inconvenient here."

Glancing at Ning caichen, Yan Chixia glanced at her mouth disdainfully and said, "boy, do you want to die and come to this ghost nest."

Although he looked away just now, he didn't believe that the thin skinned and tender scholar in front of him was an expert elder. He didn't give him a good face at the moment.

"Ghost nest? There are no ghosts in the world. You people made it up."

Glancing at his mouth, Ning caichen looked disdainful. He was about to go to the monk's house next door, but he was quickly stopped by Yan Chixia.

"What do you want, boy?"

Hearing the speech, Ning caichen said, "if you don't let me live here, you can't drive me away. Can't I go to another monk's house?"

"Wait... This monk's house is big enough. You can live in it. Don't go next door, okay?"

He glanced at Yan Chixia strangely and glanced at the monk's house next door. Ning caichen nodded slightly before entering the monk's house in front of him, but said, "it's inexplicable."

Ignoring Ning caichen, Yan Chixia took down her long sword, looked at the dark forest, looked at the monk's house, and walked slowly into it.

It was not that he wanted to stop Ning caichen, but that he had to stop him.

The elder in the monk's house has been disturbed once just now. If he is disturbed once, I'm afraid anyone will be angry.

He just doesn't want to be implicated by the ignorant boy Ning caichen.

As the night darkened, the dark wind howled and sobbed, and the old temple stood still. Yan Chixia, holding a long sword, disappeared at the end of her field of vision.

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