MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 57 Fortune telling

Shen Zhixian patted the Pegasus, landed first, stood one meter away, and looked around first.

The deserted wilderness, only this abrupt flower bush is swaying in the wind.

It really looks like the flower on the wrist of Mrs. Meng, the little thrush bird.

Moon white petals, slightly white at the bottom, half open and half closed, in the night, as if to blend with the moon.

just……

Shen Zhixian sniffed a little strange smell in the air and frowned. "How is it ... the smell of steamed buns?"

Yan Jin nodded silently, raised her hand slightly, and raised her sword.

Shen Zhixian stepped back a few steps, watching Yan Jinjian not go out of the sheath, only swept gently, a flower bush swept by the wind, and the petals fell to the ground.

No, it's a hoe.

Shen Zhixian stared stunned at the countless petals falling on the ground and became a hoe, thinking: "Can the **** still have a hoe?"

However, Yan Jin suddenly cast her eyes on a boulder not far away, and several of them stepped over and forced a person out from behind the stone.

A fat-headed monk with narrow eyes. He was forced by Yan Jin with a sword, and yelled, rushing to the ground and running out: "What are you doing!"

When he saw a steamed bun, he took a sigh of cold air and rushed to it with a heartache: "My hoes! If you look at the flowers, you look at the flowers, how can you spoil the flowers!"

He took a flower that remained on the handle, and the flower fell into a **** in his hand, which he chewed and swallowed.

Shen Zhixian asked, "Who are you?"

The movement of the bald monk picking flowers was invisible, and after a moment he smiled casually: "No name, no surname, a bald monk."

Shen Zhixian glanced at his cool head, and asked: "What are you doing with a big **** here?"

The bald monk shoved the last surviving **** flower into his mouth and rubbed his hands. As far as I was concerned, "I like this flower. The air is fresh and the moon is shining tonight, isn't it wonderful?"

Shen Zhixian glanced at Yan Jin, and Yan Jin pushed the sword out slightly.

Jian Guang Ling Ling immediately exuded a cold atmosphere.

The bald monk wiped his face, swallowed the **** in his mouth, and quickly changed his mouth: "Actually, I did something wrong, this is atonement for heaven. This flower is my dedication to heaven ..."

Shen Zhixian prolonged his voice, and made a subtle noise. The bald monk was full of nonsense at first sight. He was too lazy to talk again, and only said, "Ajin, hit him."

Yan Jin hadn't started yet, and the bald monk heard the words and shouted again, "Oh! What are you doing! You don't respect the elderly at all!"

He was scrambled around by Yan Jin, trying to slip away, and could not avoid Yan Jin. Two quarters later, he couldn't stand it anymore, and stomped his breath in place, helplessly scratching his bald head: "Okay Come on, don't chase after, I said it wasn't possible yet ... "

The bald monk sighed, "I really just passed by, and the atonement is also true. This flower is my favorite flower ..."

Shen Zhixian casually said, "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 immortal city. Have you been to the immortal city?"

Shen Zhixian smiled, "Never."

"Then how do you know?"

Shen Zhixian followed his words and exchanged a half-truth with him.

This bald monk is a wandering man who has nowhere to go, but by chance, he has been to the Undead City. In recent days, he has been walking around for nothing. When he was bored, he used a bag of **** to squeeze out such a forgetful flower Illusion play.

He mumbled, "I'm here to admire the flowers, and whoever can't help anyone ..."

Shen Zhixian turned her thoughts silently, her face calmly: "We are thinking of going to the Undead City. If you recognize the way, you might as well do a good thing and lead us a way."

The bald monk frowned for a moment, and flatly refused: "No, that place is not something you can go to. What if something goes wrong with you, what can you do with me?"

"What happened there?"

The bald monk looked at Shen Zhixian: "There are countless monsters and monsters in the immortal city, with different shapes and countless terrible ones, and many of them have done evil ..." He paused, "Monster."

Shen Zhixian froze slightly.

The bald monk seems to know far more than the painted skin demon. To put it all, these were not mentioned before.

Undead City ... Is it such a place?

The bald monk seemed to hesitate when he saw it, and waved his hand: "Forget it, you have no reason, what kind of place to go, if you like this flower, I'll show it to you."

Shen Zhixian said, "No, we are going."

The bald monk still wanted to refuse, but in the end, under the intimidation of Yan Jin and the temptation of Shen Zhixian, the bald monk reluctantly nodded and promised: "You can go to the city of undead, but if you go, what if something happens, but Can't blame me! "

The bald monk figured it out, looked up and saw the sky for a while, and finally chose a direction far from their original route: "Go this way."

The bald monk did not mount, Shen Zhixian rode with Yan Jin, and gave him the civet. Considering Pegasus's ability to withstand, the three men did not walk fast, and it was only dawn that they arrived in a town.

It wasn't boring along the way, and the bald monk's open-mouthed one kept it together, talking and talking about fortune-telling.

"How about fortune telling?"

The bald monk clutched the fur of the civet, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he could not help but straighten his chest: "I have fortune telling. I have counted three times in my life, and each time it is fulfilled"

"What's the matter?" Shen Zhixian asked casually.

The bald monk was suddenly silent, rubbing the cat's hair just as if he was remembering something, and after a short while he slowly said, "In fact, I regret it, and shouldn't be counted as that trigram."

He sighed, a little hesitant, "The first time, it ruined a child; the second time, it ruined my only best friend, and the third time, it ruined the world."

The bald monk smiled all the way, and suddenly became so serious, Shen Zhixian froze, thinking about his words, and felt ridiculous: "... ruined the world?"

Shen Zhixian wanted to ask more questions, but the bald monk laughed again, and gaggingly bypassed the topic. No matter how Shen Zhixian tried, he would never mention it.

When Shen Zhixian saw this, he didn't ask any more, only silently remembered in his heart.

Meal in a restaurant in town at noon.

The bald monk tentatively said, "This meal ..."

Shen Zhixian glanced at him and laid a silver bar on the table.

The bald monk immediately laughed, and shouted to Xiao Er, "Three cage meat buns-ah no, four cages!"

He rubbed his hands in excitement: "I haven't eaten meat buns for a long time, and I can't even eat buns ... Well, I have nothing to reward you, so why not give you a gossip?"

"I can't even eat a bun ... I don't think it hurts you to become a bun."

The bald monk only when he couldn't hear the puppets in Shen Zhixian's words, and frowned at Shen Zhixian: "Do you want to fortune tell? The big one is not coming, I look at you as a good match, is it a peach?"

Peach blossom, marriage.

The two did not conceal the intimate relationship between each other, and the bald monk did not know whether it was a big nerve or too open-minded, and it was not strange to see their relationship, but they were happy to give them a peach blossom relationship.

Shen Zhixian glanced at him before he had eaten horizontally. He also wanted to see what medicine was sold in this bald monk's gourd, and he refused, but sipped his tea with a smile.

He thought that the bald monk was like Guajilou, and he wanted to draw a lot. Who knew that the bald monk didn't take out anything? I only looked at them carefully, and I whispered, whispered in my mouth. Whimpered, muttered for a long time, and looked at the faces of the two again.

Looks like it's counting.

Shen Zhixian also had 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 chanted for a long time, and suddenly gave a short sigh, showing a happy look, and said loudly: "Okay! How good!"

His voice was not so small that it caused everyone around to see it. The bald monk waved his hand around, lowered his voice, and came to mysteriously, "The two are good faces that are hard to see! I have never seen such a good face ..."

These words seem to have known each other. Long ago, before entering the concubine, the Xuanjilou disciple Su Cheng, who met Pingshui, said something similar when he unsigned for Shen Zhixuan.

He said that Shen Zhixuan's drawing was a rare good sign, and it was "to get what he wanted" when he solved it.

Shen Zhixuan walked away and got what she wanted ... Speaking of which, it seems quite accurate?

In the mystery, he got the scales. After he came out of the mystery, he coughed ... and caught a little hedgehog, and no longer had to worry about one day being inexplicably shot out.

No matter from which perspective, this is quite accurate.

Seeing that Shen Zhixian ignored him, the bald monk clenched his fist, coughed a few times on his lips, forcibly attracted his attention, and said solemnly, "Cough and cough, listen to me, this is a heaven of peach blossoms, yes Blessed by God, as long as you trust each other and support each other, and carry on with one heart, you will never give up ... "

"It's nonsense."

The bald monk had not finished speaking, but a cold voice beside him interrupted him indifferently.

As soon as the bald monk heard this voice, he immediately got stuck. He repeated two times without fail, and couldn't say the next sentence. He had to sigh in annoyance and murmured, "Why did I run into this killer ..."

He helplessly spread his hands at Shen Zhixian, made an apology gesture, and turned to look at the speaker.

Shen Zhixian also looked over.

Sitting at the table next to them was a man in a moon-white slim robe, with black eyebrows and thin lips, tight lips, not a bit of popularity. The whole person was like a piece of ice cut out in the extreme cold. Cold to a terrible degree.

His cold air field is different from Yan Jin. Yan Jin actually looks cold, but his indifference is more introverted. When he does not usually erupt, he is not as aggressive as this man.

Shen Zhixian found out that no one was around him except his own table.

When the man turned his head and looked, he unconsciously stroked a long whip around his left wrist.

The long whip is crimson, and the overlapping fiery cloud patterns are painted on the whip handle. It looks like a raging fire is burning above it, which looks completely inconsistent with his own field.

As soon as the bald monk saw his whip, he trembled with a tremor, stood up in a hurry, changed to the position farthest from him, and sat down: "You, you, you, and you talk well. In this large court, you, you, you, you Do it! "

The author has something to say: Thank you Little Cute for having three rocket launchers of dreams;

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