The young monk didn't walk fast. Compared with Ye Fengsheng's eye mask, he lies on the ground every step he takes. He does not wear a black and white robe, nor does he carry a wooden sword. He walks on the sidewalk on the sidewalk, but it often causes passers-by to turn around.

Maybe it was because the young monk was so handsome, maybe it was because he met Taoist priests in the closest place to gods in the world, or maybe it was because a liar appeared in a modern society where high technology determines everything.

The young monk walked into the nearby hotel with different eyes. If someone looked carefully, he would find that the lost Taoist priests had the same distance every step, and even the positions of their feet could be connected into a straight line.

He nodded and said hello to the hotel front desk lady. No one needed to lead the way. The little monk walked along the stairs at the corner. He was neither anxious nor slow. After a while, he finally arrived at his destination.

With bright eyes looking out the door, he waited for a while, and reached out to open the door.

The skinny old man placed the teapot on the small table on his chest. His arms trembled slightly due to bone pain.

It seemed that Ye Fengsheng knew that the person who came here was not Ye Fengsheng. He tried to stand up from the recliner and reach out to get the teacup next to him, as if nothing had happened. At the same time, he slowly turned around and looked at the little monk.

The young monk's eyes were a little red. He looked at the old monk, who was also a teacher and friend. He still wanted to show a cold look in despair. He walked hundreds of miles and his body began to shake violently without more than half of the chaotic pace.

The little monk stood in front of the door without opening his mouth. Only his clenched fists proved his current emotional ups and downs. At present, the old monk had studied himself seriously on the road of cultivation and gave him the greatest tolerance, but the most severe thing was that just a few days later, he had no oil and no longer had the chance to let him taste the last glass of osmanthus wine promised to him.

From a cynical young master Mei Hai to the famous "Kunlun Sword Immortal" in the Qilian Mountains, in the final analysis, he is the old monk who took him up the mountain many years ago.

Yutong held the purple clay teacup in his hand, endured the pain of his bones, and smiled at the little monk who had come from Kunlun all night. Instead of asking "Why did you come?", he said to himself: "I promised to drink your osmanthus wine. Now it seems that I can't drink it anymore."

The young monk quickly took a few steps and reached for the red clay pot, trying to add a cup to Yutong. However, the jar was empty. He could only barely put down the teapot and sit at the closest position to Yutong. He took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and said, "You can drink it all the time. Tell me to keep your promise. I did it, you can't break the contract."

Yutong and his palm were playing with a teacup in their palms, with wrinkles on their faces saying endless fatigue: "There are always accidents. If you encounter such a thing, you can't do it with human resources."

The young monk's eyes were red and his mouth twitched. He said, "You have never broken your promise in your life, but now you have to repent before you die. Isn't that a long time?"

Yutong looked at the other party and replied seriously: "I lied to you. If everyone does not believe what they say, they will go through such things. It's just that the saints cannot do what they say."

"I believe. It's true."

The young monk's words are very stubborn.

Yutong stopped talking. They closed their eyes.

The young monk went downstairs with the teapot, changed into a new teapot, and filled Yutong and his teacups.

Needless to say, there is no need for young and old to continue to pay attention to this issue. He just wanted to make Yutong and what he could drink more comfortable.

Hot tea cannot warm Yutong and her cold body, but it can make the monk's eyes sharp:

"Did Ye Fengsheng do it?"

Yutong opened his eyes and looked at the little monk in front of him."

"This is his room,"

The young monk said stubbornly: "Kunlun wants to kill him, but he saves you. He has an evil heart."

Yutong and Guang said, "Kunlun wanted to kill him, but he saved me and his heart was wide open."

The young monk sneered, "There is another photo."

Yutong stopped talking and only put down half of the tea.

The young monk said nothing, sprinkled the remaining half cup of tea on the ground, filled it again, and handed it over.

Ye Fengsheng returned to the room and saw the broken porcelain pieces on the ground at first sight. He leaned over and picked them up. Then, he placed his eyes on Yutong and his body, which was paralyzed on the recliner. After a while of silence, he asked:

"Why not go back?"

Yutong tried to open his eyes. Yutong glanced at Ye Fengsheng, without answering, or was too lazy to answer. He curled up and closed his eyes again.

You should go back

Ye Fengsheng said: "Bone Spirit Qing Diao will definitely go to Kunlun. You are from Kunlun and you should go and see it frequently."

"What's the point of going?"

Yutong and his eyes did not open. He said lazily: "I am an oil-depleted person. Last night, I had done my best to make the green sculpture of Zhan Guling. Even if it escaped, it was not my fault. I deserved the heaven and earth. Even if I met my father in Huangquan, I could pat my chest and tell him that Yutong and his life were "very sorry"

Ye Fengsheng leaned against the wall and sneered on her face: "If you know this day, why would you start?"

"When the lamp is dry and you know you have regrets, you must shamelessly say something you don't regret. You are too hypocritical, Kunlun monk."

Yu Tonghe opened his eyes and looked at Ye Fengsheng's voice in the opposite direction. He said one by one: "When the bones are green, it is public; Kunlun,

It is the private one; because the private one abandons the public and the world is in a dilemma, my choice has no regrets about the world, so I will do the same thing again, how can I regret it?"

"Then you can bring your regrets to the ground."

Ye Fengsheng waved to him, not wanting to talk to him. He asked Yinglu to bring a pot of new tea downstairs. After eating something, he lay on the recliner and closed his eyes in the afternoon sun.

Even if he wanted to go to Kunlun, he had no ability to survive. He was afraid that he would be killed at the foot of the mountain. He didn't know that sharpening the knife would not lead to lumberjacks. More importantly, Yutong and him told him where Kunlun was last night. He didn't need to be kind. He had to be careful. A ferocious beast knew how to deceive Yu Tong, and the old man who was half a foot away could not be reckless.

It is a good thing to say that people will die, but this old guy lost his trust in Ye Fengsheng to some extent and did not return to Kunlun with others.

Under the golden sunshine, no matter how old or young, you can't hear each other's breathing when you close your eyes.

"I know you don't trust me."

Yutong suddenly opened it again, and Ye Fengsheng's eyelids trembled, but he did not open his eyes.

Yu Tonghe didn't care and said to himself: "I have half a month left. Then you just turn me into one. Just pick up the ashes and hand them to Lu Mingxuan."

Ye Fengsheng said: "Who is Lu Mingxuan?"

"Kunlun Sword Immortal"

Yu Tonghe said: "He is a sword embryo. When I took him up the mountain forty years ago, he was still young and could not touch the threshold for refining Qi. Today, forty years later, he is the "Kunlun Sword Immortal" in Qilian Mountains.

Ye Feng frowned slightly in his voice: "What is the boundary?"

yutong and natural skin tone: "Higher than me."

Ye Feng nodded: "That's a genius, a plastic surgery genius."
Chapter completed!