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Chapter 73 [The Demonic Monk]

But now monks come to experience in this world of mortals, all kinds of tastes should be experienced, if they stick to the old rules blindly.

Besides, for some reason, when Qing Yun finished speaking, the monk's first reaction was to nod in agreement.

That being the case, it is better to do as you please.

Unexpectedly, the monk nodded and agreed to Qingyun's unreasonable bet.

The competition is about to begin, and the two participants are ready to go, while Guiyuan stands leisurely outside the lighthouse with a candied haw in his mouth, ready to have fun.

The competition started. At first, everything progressed as expected. Qing Yun and Monk had surpassed everyone by a lot from the very beginning, and they were always far ahead.

Guiyuan was originally relieved, thinking that the other shore flower on the top of the lighthouse was already within easy reach.

But the game turned abruptly. Monk, who had been far ahead and almost equal to Qingyun, suddenly fell from the lighthouse. He only grabbed the railing at the bottom of the lighthouse, and fell from the fastest position to the slowest in an instant. Location.

Seeing this scene, Guiyuan was a little anxious outside the arena, but now that the competition has started, she, a non-participant, can't go in and do anything.

With a monk's cultivation base, how could he fall from the lighthouse?Could it be that there are some unknown organs on the lighthouse.

Guiyuan was wondering, and several ordinary people fell from the lighthouse one after another. Fortunately, there were protective measures in the competition, and none of the fallen people suffered any injuries.

Seeing these people falling one by one like dumplings, Guiyuan felt even more anxious, and hurriedly looked up to where Qing Yun was, at this time he was almost at the top!

Qingyun's climb to the lighthouse seemed to be very smooth, without any delay due to those invisible traps.He seems to be climbing at a constant speed that is much faster than others.

It stands to reason that Qing Yun's speed shouldn't be cause for concern, but for some reason, the closer Qing Yun gets to the top of the lighthouse, the more her heart grows stronger.

She didn't dare to blink her eyes, so she just stared at Qingyun getting closer and closer to the top of the lighthouse.
Finally reached the top!
Guiyuan almost jumped up, she cheered loudly, shouting Qingyun's name.

Qingyun also seemed to recognize the voice of Guiyuan among the noisy voices. Standing on the top of the lighthouse, he immediately found the direction of Guiyuan.He stood on the top of the tower, under the warm yellow light, looking at her with a slight smile.

The eyes of the two met in the air, reflecting their joy.

And the monk who fell all of a sudden and climbed up to the second position was completely forgotten by the two fellows.

It's just a second, and no one will bother to take another look at a loser.

Qingyun held up the crimson Bianhua flower in his hand, behind him was a huge warm yellow lighthouse, and was walking towards her boudoir step by step.

The crowd made way for the two of them. This was both admiration and respect for the winners. Everyone's eyes were on the two of them. At this moment, they and Bianhua seemed to be the center of the world.

As they got closer, Guiyuan really saw the Bana flower in Qingyun's hand clearly.

It turned out that this was not a real fresh Bianhua, but a lifelike Bian lantern.That's right, in this mortal world, where can we really see the flowers of the other side that only belong to the underworld?

But Guiyuan was not disappointed, she took the Lantern of the Other Side from Qingyun's hand and looked at it intently.This Bian lantern is extremely exquisite in workmanship, much more delicate than the red maple lantern on her head at this time.

If it wasn't for the boudoir not being very familiar with Bianhua flowers, and it was the first time for these mortals to hear that there are such rare flowers in this world, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to tell the authenticity of the flowers in their hands.

If there is someone in the world who knows the Bianhua flower and can make it so exquisitely, then who is this person?
Boudoir resentment was puzzled, and the following long speech by the person in charge just solved her doubts.

Guiyuan listened with emphasis, it turned out that the person who made the lantern on the other side was the same person who made the red maple lantern on her head.

It's a pity that Guiyuan can't remember who that person is. He only vaguely remembers that he is the grandson of Grandpa Lantern Riddle. Although he was dragged by his grandfather to introduce him, but there were noisy voices at that time, and Guiyuan didn't pay much attention to it. With two eyes, I can only vaguely remember that it should be a very ordinary-looking man, the kind who can never be found again after being thrown into the crowd.

For a moment, Guiyuan wanted to go back to the place of guessing lantern riddles, to get to the bottom of that grandpa's grandson.

But on second thought, she was relieved again.

There are too many entanglements and doubts in this world. Why don't you try to let go?Without obsession, the journey may come more casually.

I no longer think about the grievances, the red maple lanterns in my hair have been replaced by Bianhua flowers.

The three of them left this novelty and weird lighthouse, with a clear goal, and headed towards the tavern.

There were only three silhouettes left in the distance, but Boudoir didn't know that, behind them, there was a person who was persistently watching their leaving back.

To be more precise, the man only had boudoir resentment in his eyes.

Also, it was this person who personally made the flower of the other side in the hair of the boudoir.

In the tavern, Qingyun asked Xiaoer to take a bottle of peach blossom wine, and threatened that he would not return tonight if he was not drunk.

Guiyuan readily agrees, these days she and Qingyun are eating, drinking and having fun, talking and drinking, and drinking this unique peach blossom brew.

Now she can feel itchy without drinking for a day, and she can't do without this delicious altar of peach blossom wine.

Dressed in plain white cassock, the painting style of the holy and dignified monk doesn't match the casual drinking style in this tavern, but he is the one who picked up the wine jar first.

It turned out that the monk still remembered the bet, and he said calmly: "The poor monk lost, and now he punishes himself with a cup."

Seeing this, Guiyuan raised her eyebrows with great interest and did not stop her.It was the first time she saw this monk drinking, so naturally she would not stop him.

As for Qingyun, his reaction was also flat, as if it was only common for monks to drink alcohol, and there was nothing to be surprised about.

The other two acquiesced to the monk's fine wine, and the monk seemed determined to fulfill this bet, without hesitation, he poured a real glass full of wine into his wine cup without hesitation.

Then, a mouthful of boredom.

The boudoir is really unexpected, this monk who seems to have never drunk can be so proud at the wine table.

Don't look at the aroma of this peach blossom stuffing, like ordinary fruit wine, but this wine is really intoxicating, such a full glass of wine, even the boudoir's grievances soaked in the wine jar can't be swallowed, I didn't expect this stupid monk It was a blockbuster.

Since the dull monk dared to drink like this, she naturally couldn't let her go. The girl complained that she had just poured herself a half glass of wine, but an accident happened.

(End of this chapter)