break the way [comprehension]

Du Ziteng laughed back angrily, and sat with his arms folded waiting for the cook to be blasted away by the beating of gongs and drums inside--nonsense, my young master is an upstanding and good man!If you talk nonsense with your eyes open like this, don't you hit anyone!

However, when an eye in the crack of the door leaned over to scan left and right, there was a sound from the door in a short while, and then there was a "squeak", and the two wooden doors really opened like this.

Du Ziteng: ...

An old voice inside said: "Your Majesty, Ma'am, the little old man was rude just now, it's really the way of the world... Sigh, please come in quickly."

lady! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Old man, you fucking showed me clearly!

A mouthful of blood stuck in Du Ziteng's throat, and he didn't know whether to spray it on the cook or the old man with dim eyes.

The cook, however, had an elegant demeanor, walked in, and saluted the elder who opened the door gracefully and politely: "Old man, it is Xiaosheng who took the liberty to disturb..."

The two of them exchanged pleasantries quite cordially. The cook tricked the door open with such a relaxed remark. Du Ziteng only complained wildly in his heart. Raising his legs to follow up, he didn't forget that those crazy monsters outside were chasing him all over the wild, no matter what this place could do, it could protect him a little or two.

"...The humble house is simple, the gentleman and the lady can only make do with it for one night."

"Where, I'm bothering you, Mr. Zhang. I'm really grateful for your shelter."

In this small town, the houses are just like that, but Du Ziteng can tell that the cleaned-up room is already the hospitality of the old man's family with all their sincerity. The house is tidy, the bedding is clean, and there is The warm breath of the sun.

Du Ziteng sat at the table depressed and puzzled, well, speaking from the bottom of his heart, although his appearance is not masculine and majestic, he does not have the tower-like figure of Senior Brother Tie, but no one on Yunheng Peak has ever misunderstood him. Besides his gender, he is not as beautiful as Wen Renling, it's really...inexplicable! ! !

Until Zhang's mother-in-law thoughtfully sent her a change of clothes, she said enthusiastically: "There is no such thing as a gentleman and a lady in our ten miles and eight towns. I'm afraid this clothes won't match you two..."

The cook stood up and thanked her repeatedly. Granny Zhang has only been in this Puhua town all her life. She has never seen such a person with such a demeanor and manner. She didn't know how to deal with it so as not to be rude, but the old man came over and said: "Lang Jun is probably exhausted after a day's driving, so don't delay their rest, old lady."

When the door was closed, Du Ziteng looked at the neatly folded clothes, and a bolt of lightning suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, scaring him from the outside - he finally found the reason!

Then Xiaoye Du touched the hair style on his head and the clothes on his body with tears streaming down his face. Damn, if he knew what that stupid girl said about tidying up the "madam" well, he shouldn't have thought that the life of confinement would be difficult. If you suffer, you should submit, but you should desperately resist and resist to death!

However, after touching the clothes and thinking of that little girl's tragic ending, Du Ziteng suddenly lost interest in pursuing his misidentified gender.

Yi Ren has passed away, but he is still sitting here well, what's the point of saying that?

So strangely, Young Master Du realized the problem with his own attire, but he didn't immediately throw aside these things that he should think were messy, but sat at the table, a little lost in thought.

Not far away, the hustle and bustle of Zhang Laozhang's family after being disturbed by the two of them gradually subsided. With the ears of a monk, Du Ziteng could only hear their vague voices, and everything gradually returned to tranquility.

Everything is silent, it is the middle of the night when no one is whispering.

Du Ziteng finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw out the doubts he had since he knew that the cook was from the same sect. He said in a low voice: "Senior brother, although there are many people in the Blood Slaughter Sect...but since you are a sword cultivator, I think you should deal with it." Brother's skill at today's monster, I'm afraid his cultivation level will never be lower than that of Xie Cong and others... Subduing demons and demons is what I should do in the right way, why didn't senior brother wipe out that bloody door with a sword? Pretend to sneak in, so troublesome?"

If the cook had wiped out the Blood Slaughter Sect branch as soon as possible, perhaps many tragedies could have been avoided... Maybe those two little maids would not have such a miserable end.

To the monk, it was just a thought, but to the two mortal women, it was the difference between life and death.

Du Ziteng was brooding over this question.

cook:……

I don't know if it's Du Ziteng's illusion, it seems that every time he says a word... this senior brother's face becomes colder.Especially when it comes to the word sword, the brother's face is already so cold that ice scum is falling off.

After Du Ziteng finished speaking, the senior brother had already blown out the candles with his sleeves, and said calmly: "It's getting late, let's rest early."

Du Ziteng rolled his eyes in the dark, well, if you don't say it, don't say it, why are you angry?

So Mr. Du carelessly undid his clothes, pulled his head over the corner of the quilt, and fell asleep. He only speculated maliciously in his heart: Hmph, it's probably because you are not good at learning and have no confidence in defeating those evil monks, so you use such sneakiness Sui's way, I just became angry from embarrassment as soon as I questioned you. You are really narrow-minded. Thanks to you, you are still a dignified swordsman. You don't have to lose your reputation as a swordsman of the Hengxiao Sword Sect!

Du Ziteng closed his eyes and wanted to sleep angrily, but for some reason he slept too much on horseback, sleeping in this simple but warm bedding, Du Ziteng couldn't sleep for a while.

Du Ziteng turned around, opened his eyes and stared at the cook viciously. The cold moonlight shrouded the cook's body through the window lattice, winding down from his forehead, nose, corners of his lips, and chin, carving out the deep facial features and facial expressions of the other side with the moonlight. Sitting cross-legged and straight.At this moment, Du Ziteng was stunned, as if everything in the world around him had faded away, leaving only this dusty figure that should be in Qionglou Yuyu.

The cook seemed to feel this gaze, and his star-like eyes opened suddenly. Du Ziteng couldn't avoid it, and met his eyes. It was just a pair of ordinary skins, but he had such a pair of brilliant eyes. Eyes that make people feel ashamed.

Du Ziteng is a man who is willing to let go, the shame only stays for a moment and then dissipates, but he has some inexplicable anger roaring in his heart.

He sat up, then took a deep breath, and whispered about the two maids: "...I know, it's my own low level of cultivation that can't protect the innocent people involved because of me, but , even if it is my fault, I still can't help but vent my anger on senior brother, I can't help but think, if I have a cultivation level like your senior brother, and I can beat an evil cultivator like Xie Cong, I will definitely Shooting with all my strength, I will never just watch... and be powerless, this feeling really makes me hate myself..."

The cook quietly stared at the young man in front of him who was remorseful and self-blame in a low voice amidst the gradual moonlight. The moonlight only shone on the corner of the bed. Obviously the other party was hidden in the darkness behind the moonlight, but it somehow made people feel that the brilliance contained within. Beyond the moonlight, it is still bright and shiny.

However, the cook couldn't say anything about the youth's annoyance.

After Du Ziteng finished speaking, the room was quiet, and he realized that he was Meng Lang belatedly: Brother Chef chose to hide in it for some reason, but he still rescued himself. Ups and downs and resentment?The young master has always had a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, how could there be such a low-level emotion as venting anger! ! !

Du Ziteng lay straight back on the bed with a "bang", and the cook, who was not surprised by the landslide, was also startled, but saw him rolling back and forth on the bed a few times and said: "I must have been killed by that blood recently!" Door pulled down double Q!!!”

The cook was dumbfounded.

Du Ziteng sat up again, and said to the cook solemnly: "Brother, I take back what I said just now. It's obviously my fault and I'm not doing your business. Well, good night."

Then there was another "bang", and Du Ziteng lay flat again.

The cook finally couldn't help laughing.

But Du Ziteng raised his hand to his forehead in the dark, my mother... this stupid person must not be the wise and mighty Du Xiaoye.

The cook thought for a while, but finally said slowly: "The reason why I sneaked into the Blood Slaughter Gate was indeed because of some...accidents, and I can't use force for the time being."

"Brother, are you... injured?" Du Ziteng asked hesitantly.

But the cook's tone was vague, and he asked instead: "If I know it well, are you a talisman?"

Du Ziteng nodded while lying down.

"Whether it is drawing or using amulets, it is easy to trigger the aura. You must be careful on the West Wilderness."

The Blood Slaughter Gate is hunting them down like this, and the spiritual power fluctuations on the West Wilderness are as obvious as ink dots on white paper, so if you can use the spiritual energy, you can use the spiritual energy. The cook has already made it clear on the road. Confession, Du Ziteng just lazily expressed his understanding.

Then, he said dejectedly: "Even if I want to paint, I have to be able to paint. My natal magic weapon is on strike."

strike?The word is apt.

The cook said calmly, "Oh? Your natal artifact...?"

Du Ziteng had nothing to hide: "It's a talisman pen, and I don't know why, after I fainted in that blood slaughter gate, it couldn't be used anymore, and besides, they put me in the pot before, but then they put me in the pot again. Lock me up, and the ancestors will disappear... Something must have happened here that I don't know!"

The cook thought of the scene of "those things that Du Ziteng didn't know" happened, even though he was already dumbfounded when he experienced it himself, who was naturally calm and always mastered everything, but when he recalled it now, the corner of the cook's mouth still twitched involuntarily.

However, this Du Ziteng was extremely sensitive, the cook just suppressed all emotions, and said casually: "If you don't mind, I'll show you."

Du Ziteng turned his head in surprise: "Look? What do you think?"

The cook became more indifferent on the surface: "The magic weapon of natal life is usually in the dantian. After reaching a certain level of cultivation, you can look inside, but your cultivation is not enough... I can check for you if there are any other objects in your dantian. misfortune."

At this time, Du Ziteng's cultivation Xiaobai's characteristics were fully reflected again. If he had a reliable master, he would knock eighteen bags on his head and roar eighteen times: a monk's dantian and spiritual consciousness are like a man's underpants and A woman's bra must never be opened easily! ! ! !

However, Xiaoye Du did not have such a reliable master.

therefore……

He just said straightforwardly: "Okay!"