The Regent is not dead yet

Zhuhe's pitiful eyes, which were originally looking at the owner of the candied haws shop, immediately turned around, turned ninety degrees full of expectation, and looked behind him.

In the noisy and crowded snack street, a monk in white was holding a white jade rosary in his hand, and his footsteps stopped within a few feet of him.

The monk was tall and tall, with a blood-colored cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, and even the white jade rosary in his hand seemed to be stained with blood, and there were spots of scarlet red.

Zhu He: "..."

The person standing in front of the candied haws shop froze for a few seconds, pursed his lips in displeasure, snorted at the monk, turned and left.

The young man was probably only about thirteen or fourteen years old, and his height could only reach the shoulders of a monk. Coupled with his tattered clothes, he made his whole body thinner.

The monk stood where he was, looking at the figure of the young man walking forward with his head down, a smile gradually appeared in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

And the young man walked a few steps forward with his shoes clattering, he didn't know whether he regretted it, or he was really greedy for candied haws, he stomped his feet angrily, and looked back several times from the corner of his eye, wanting to turn around without turning back.

The blood-stained white jade rosary in the monk's hand stopped, and his thin lips curved.

Xiangjin took two steps forward, stood still in front of the candied haws shop, and said, "Please wrap up all the candied haws in the benefactor's shop today."

The owner of the candied haws shop was stunned, and it took him a long time to react.

He subconsciously wanted to say that you monks are all poor to death, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them forcefully when he saw the monk in front of him who looked like a banished fairy.

The boss scratched his neck, and tentatively said: "This... our candied haws are the most famous on this street, and the price is not cheap, you..."

The monk's slender jade-like hands passed through the wide sleeves of the white cassock.

An ingot of gold was placed in front of the owner of the candied haws shop.

There was no trace of a smile on Xiangjin's face, nor was there any excess emotion in his eyes.

He looked at the person in front of him, and asked as if looking at a dead object, "Is this enough?"

Store owner: "!!!"

The store owner reached out and grabbed the ingot of gold, hurriedly put it in his mouth and bit it, he was immediately dumbfounded.

He nodded violently for a while, and said repeatedly: "Enough-enough! Wait a moment, monk! I'll go and pack it for you!"

Xiang Jin didn't seem to want to say even a word, and looked indifferently as the store owner hurried into the store, and then turned his head again, looking at Zhu He who sneaked over again at some point.

From his angle, he could just see the side face of the little boy.

Exquisite cheek lines, well-shaped browbones, tear moles next to the peach blossom eyes, and soft lips that are extremely suitable for kisses.

——It was just as shocking as when he saw Zhuhe for the first time.

Zhuhe had been watching the store owner unblinkingly watching the bunches of candied haws coated with icing sugar for him, but Xiangjin beside him had an unconcealable aggression in his gaze.

After a while, Zhuhe felt goose bumps all over his body, so he had to take two steps to the right, with a vigilant expression on his face: "Why do you always look at me?"

Xiang Jin moved the white jade rosary in his hand: "A dead leaf fell on the tip of your hair."

Zhu He: "Huh?"

Zhuhe also glanced at the owner of the candied haws shop, and only perfunctorily stretched out a hand to touch it casually, Chunliang said: "No, where did the leaves come from on this street."

Xiang Jin's expression was very serious, and he said flatly, "It probably came from the street."

He stretched out his hand, and before Zhu He could react, he lightly touched the horns of his hair.

A yellow leaf that did not exist suddenly appeared at Xiangjin's fingertips.

He looked down at the cranes with no doubts on his face, and stroked the ink-like foreheads of the cranes with his fingertips one by one, before taking the fallen leaf off: "Look."

Zhu He had never had so many twists and turns before, and nodded without thinking too much: "Huh? Thank you, Master."

Xiang Jin closed his palm again, and the fallen leaf disappeared without a sound in his palm.

He looked at Zhuhe and shook his head: "You are not the former identity, you don't need to call me Master, just call me Xiangjin."

"Xiangjin?"

The owner of the candied haws shop has almost packed all the candied haws on the table, and now he went into the house to pack the rest.

The crowd was crowded and noisy.

Zhuhe simply supported his head with his hands, and lay his pillow on the stall, and asked casually in a low voice: "I forgot, which phase is it, which brocade?"

Xiang Jin was not angry, and said patiently: "A Xiang who looks like a brocade, a brocade who looks like a brocade."

Zhuhe shook his head sincerely: "I can't write."

A smile gradually appeared in Xiangjin's eyes: "It's okay, I can teach you."

Zhu He: "..."

I haven't even started studying inside the palace, should I continue to advance outside the palace?

That must be impossible.

However, considering that Xiangjin is still his own gold/lord at present, and may become a follow-up money supply rear personnel, Zhu He is not ashamed to directly reject him, so he consciously changed the topic very cleverly.

He rolled his eyes and asked, "Master Xiangjin, how much money do you have in your pocket?"

The rosary in Xiangjin's hand has not been moved since it stopped just now. He looked at Zhu He and said peacefully: "It is inexhaustible to take, and it is inexhaustible to use."

Zhuhe: "?"

Are monks so confident now?

Zhuhe couldn't control his heartbeat: "...then is there still a shortage of monks like me in your temple?"

Xiangjin looked down at Zhuhe.

Just as he was about to speak, the owner of the candied haws shop finally packed the ingredients for the day in the store. There were six full food boxes, and the owner ran three or four times inside and outside the store to get them all out.

The owner of the candied haws shop wiped the sweat from his brow, and asked kindly, "Eminent Monk, these six food boxes are quite heavy. Take a look. If you can't carry them, I'll hire someone nearby..."

Xiang Jin raised one hand, and easily held the six food boxes in his hand.

boss:"……"

Zhu He: "..."

It turns out that the requirements for becoming a monk are...so high?

Cranes have always been raised to be extremely delicate. Whether they are in the wild or wandering in the zoo, they are stationed at the top of the food chain, and after passing through here, they are even more dependent on the wind and the rain. box, not even a chicken.

The two of them left the snack street together under the surprised eyes of everyone, and then went out to find a secluded shelter.

After walking for a long time, Zhuhe stopped panting: "Forget it, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to be a monk. Wait...can I eat one of the candied haws in the food box first?" ?”

Xiangjin stopped and bent over to take away the top food box.

The owner of the candied haws shop added ice cubes to the food box, and the temperature was just right.

Zhuhe randomly found a smooth stone, dragged Xiangjin's long white cassock to pad his buttocks, and after eating two pieces of hawthorn happily, he sighed happily: "Oh... I'm afraid Is it not enough to be your monk, is there still a lack of sweeping in your temple? Just give me the same money as you have in your pocket every month."

The pure white cassock was quickly wrinkled by the cranes without mercy, and was stained with light green grass juice in the green grass.

Xiang Jin didn't look angry at all, but carefully put the lid back on the food box in his hand, bent over and sat beside Zhu He.

The bright rock sugar on the hawthorn soon stuck to the corners of Zhu He's lips.

Xiangjin's eyes seemed to stop and stop on it casually, and asked softly, "Is it delicious?"

"Okay."

Zhuhe quickly gnawed the second candied haws, and gave a more pertinent evaluation.

He stuffed the bamboo sticks of candied haws to Xiangjin, wiped the sugar off his hands with Xiangjin's white cassock in retaliation, and then said, "How did you recognize me?"

The sticks of candied haws in Xiangjin's hand were gnawed clean, not even a single hawthorn was left.

However, he did not reach out to throw away the bamboo stick, but lowered his eyebrows and said patiently: "No need to admit it."

Zhuhe: "?"

Although Zhu He himself knew that the current appearance was a replica of the Prince Regent when he was young, there were still some differences between youths in their 20s and teenagers in their thirteens and fourteens.

What's more, he didn't meet Xiangjin many times.

The cranes made a sound of cutting, then grabbed a reed from the wormwood pile by the river and held it in its mouth, and then grabbed a reed and weaved a small grasshopper in the palm of its hand.

After weaving for a while, I heard a soft voice from the person beside me.

"You are curious about why I can recognize you at a glance, and why I have ten thousand taels of gold, aren't you?"

The reed at the corner of Zhuhe's mouth was raised, and he glanced at Xiangjin unhappily, and said very lemonly: "I'm not curious, anyway, monks are all mysterious, and you won't tell me."

Xiangjin laughed.

His smile is very different from Yan Rong's. Yan Rong seems to have a three-point smile on his lips, and a real smile is even more refreshing.

And Xiangjin's eyes are almost always silent, only when there is a smile, it seems that the whole person suddenly gets three points of vitality.

It's like a fairy falling into the mortal world.

Zhuhe has a shadow of the fairy world, so he doesn't like this kind of person who has a fairy air.

He took the reed in his mouth unhappily and continued to weave his own grasshopper.

"Ahe, it's not that the monks are rich."

Xiang Jin looked at Zhu He with heavy eyes, and said softly, "It's the Immortal Lord who has money."

Zhuhe was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head abruptly.

Probably because he was too shocked by what he heard, Zhu He was stunned for a long time, even scared away the reed grass in his mouth.

But Xiangjin didn't seem to be in any panic, nor did he reveal the heaviness and anxiety of his identity in the human world.

His gaze was fixed on Zhu He, and after looking at it for a long time, he curled his lips: "I own ten thousand mu of gold mountains, and I live alone in the dome palace with countless spirit beasts as companions."

Xiang Jin said softly, "Ahe, do you remember me?"

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe even scared away the half-made grasshopper.

Ever since he was kicked out of the immortal platform by all the immortals, he has not heard about ascending immortals for a long, long time, and he has never seen any immortals again.

Thinking about it later, it is actually not a good thing to become an immortal. Not only do you have to be controlled by the emperor of the heavens, but you also have to go to and from get off work on time every day, and live in peace and harmony with your colleagues.

However, many future colleagues in the fairy world are mortals who become immortals, and there are very few monsters who become immortals, so they are discriminated against.

And the most important thing is... People in the heavens still like to deceive people by pretending to be women!

Lie to his heart, hurt his god, and beat him!

Heaven is not a good person!

Zhuhe thought of his unbearable past, and couldn't help feeling sad, even the sweet rock candy in his mouth was tasteless.

He moved back quite a bit, looked at Xiangjin vigilantly, and reluctantly recalled those immortals who beat him with various weapons on the immortal platform...

It didn't match the number for a while.

Forget it, it doesn't matter if you are right or not, they are all bad guys anyway.

The cultivation base of Xianjun's lower realm will definitely be affected, and the higher the rank, the more serious the impact will be.

Zhuhe couldn't estimate Xiangjin's cultivation level, so he would suffer another loss, so he immediately decided to sneak away first.

But before he could speak.

Xiang Jin seemed to have seen his intention, and reached out to grab Zhu He's wrist: "I am not Wang Tiandijun's school."

Zhu He: "...?"

In Zhuhe's eyes, people in the fairy world, regardless of gender, age or age, all vented their breath out of the same nostril as the Wangtian Emperor.

So he didn't believe it, and after thinking about it, he said, "Then what kind of pie are you... egg yolk pie?"

Xiangjin: "..."

Xiangjin sighed, stood up, bent over again, and wiped the corners of Zhuhe's mouth with a handkerchief soaked in water in his sleeve: "The fairyland is six times as wide as the human world, and there are many immortals. Even though he is the next Heavenly Emperor, not everyone respects him."

Zhuhe glanced at Xiangjin in disbelief: "The eyes of the immortals who are not on the side of Emperor Wangtian are not blind yet."

Xiang Jin shook his head with a smile, put away the scarf, and said, "Everyone in the fairy world has their own responsibilities. Emperor Wangtian was born in the world. Although he is about to become the emperor of heaven, it is inconvenient for him to interfere in the place of the demon kings in the fairy world."

Zhuhe finally heard some meaning from Xiangjin's words.

He blinked: "You are a demon? Then why did you turn into a monk?"

"Everyone in the world believes in gods and Buddhas, but they don't know who the gods and Buddhas really are."

The blood-stained white jade rosary in Xiangjin's hand turned around, and his cold eyes showed a kind of indifference without sadness or joy, "How interesting."

Zhu He: "..."

Zhuhe has always lived among the crowd, so he is not very happy to hear Xiangjin's words.

He thought for a while and asked, "Then why are you looking for me? By the way... what kind of monster are you?"

"Ahe, only my Taoist companion can see my real body."

Xiangjin looked at Zhuhe with dark black eyes, and the scarlet color similar to the white jade rosary faintly appeared in his pupils, "I have been alone for too long, and I have never seen a little crane with your personality. I am very happy." For you, come to find you to be a Taoist partner, are you willing?"

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhuhe tilted his head: "If you become a Taoist partner, can you directly ascend to immortality?"

Xiangjin's voice was gentle: "My Taoist companion will naturally be blessed by the heavens and share all the glory with me."

Zhuhe: "!"

Zhuhe was very moved.

He thought for a few seconds, raised his head, and asked sincerely: "Then I will become a Taoist couple with you. After ascending to immortality, can you help me defeat that liar who pretended to be a woman and lied to me?!"

The author has something to say: Yan Rong:?Where's the lonely emperor?Such a big uncle alone? !

Xiangjin: Here I am.

Yan Rong: Go get Gu a birdcage!Give Gu another [-] bird nets!

Yan Rong: Then go and invite Lei Gong and Dian Mu to come, just to kill the adulterer who pries the corner of the wall to death!

Hehe: Huh?

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感谢在2020-06-0223:37:03~2020-06-0323:29:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: ferry Lin Yongdu, Youyue 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of laziness; 3 bottles of Yan Qingniang; 2 bottles of medicine, ink tea, and He Chao Xie Yu's century-old combination; 1 bottle of Mo Zhuan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!