That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The sun was shining outside, and there were two birds parked on the top of a tree that had begun to shed leaves, their singing was clear and melodious, as good as Si Huai's mood at this time.

Si was holding a booklet of silly jokes in one hand, resting his chin on the head of the bed with the other, staring with interest at Wu Nian who was mending his torn clothes not far away.

"Master is really ingenious." Si Huai praised sincerely, and silently added the second half of the sentence in his heart: manual work has improved a lot compared to the previous life.

Wu Nian was too focused on the work in hand to hear his words, but the little monk peeling fruit for him shook his head and made a sound.

"Being a monk is all on your own. If you do this kind of thing a lot, practice makes perfect. Here—fruit." Chen Yi handed him the peeled fruit, his eyes lit up, and he squatted in front of him, gossiping He asked calmly: "Why did the benefactor block the arrow for my uncle last night? The arrow is thicker than my thumb, and it must hurt if it sticks on my body!"

The look of Wu Nian on the other side's ears fell into Si Huai's eyes, he smiled lightly, touched Chen Yi's little bald head, and said: "It's just because of nature, if the arrow is aimed at you Go, I will block it, and your uncle will block it for you."

"He won't, he will push me away with a palm!" Chen Yi lowered his voice, turned his head to Wu Nian and made a grimace with his tongue sticking out.

Si Huai took a look at Wu Nian who had regained his focus on sewing, feeling a helpless sense of loss in his heart.

It is true due to nature, but I am afraid that only him will have this nature, even if he knows that he will avoid it, he will rush to block it.

Wu Nian probably felt sorry for him. After waiting for him to fall asleep last night, he brought Chen Yi to his room early this morning. He had to take care of him washing, eating and drinking, and also sewed up the clothes that had holes in him last night.

Si Huai couldn't compete with him, so he had no choice but to let him pull the clothes over and sew them. Looking at the black robe that was dragged on his knees and stitched quickly, Si Huai felt a little pain in the place called conscience in his body.

Although his body has been used for a long time and has the feeling of a flesh and blood body, it is still a body made of mud in the final analysis. As long as it is not some high-level spiritual weapon that hurts the soul possessed by it, it will be difficult for his body of clay to be damaged. It's not a big deal to wear thousands of holes.

The arrow shot last night was just an ordinary arrow, and the menacing group was only trying to kill Lin Ying, and Lin Ying was not a monk of the immortal sect, so it didn't take much trouble to do it, after all, it was in Mikihara , any clues may be exposed in front of the Sheng family.

Therefore, although Si Huai was pricked to blood by the hooked arrow, he was very promising and didn't even frown.

He originally wanted to wait for the person to leave and heal the wound hastily, but seeing Wu Nian anxiously staying behind to take care of himself, he suddenly had a bad idea, and he simply deepened the wound, took off his upper body clothes and let him go. He bandaged the wound carefully.

Sheng Jincheng walked around the window and arrived at the door in a blink of an eye. He pretended to knock on the door twice. Seeing Wu Nian and Chenyi showing some surprised expressions, he immediately raised the wine jar in his hand and shook it. Huang said with a smile: "I just got a jar of good wine. I want to invite brother Qi Zhou to drink with me. I didn't know that the two masters are here."

Chen Yi changed his posture just now, hurriedly stood up from the ground, and nodded to him twice as a greeting.

Si Huai glanced at the way the little monk was hurriedly picking up the fruit peels on the ground, and suddenly felt a little funny. He was able to speak fluently to those monks before, but he didn't expect that he couldn't be rude to a gentle and elegant young man.

He picked up the coat at the head of the bed, put it on and was about to get up, when Wu Nian had already walked up to him and pushed him down again.

"The benefactor Huai has injuries on his body, so he should refrain from drinking alcohol."

Sheng Jincheng seemed to think of it suddenly, patted his head and showed a shameful smile, "I forgot, I'm really sorry. If this is the case, brother Qi Zhou should take good care of his wounds, if there is anything missing, tell the people in the house, Let's drink and get drunk another day."

Si Huai raised his head and glanced at Sheng Jincheng, just in time to see the look of embarrassment flashing across his face when he turned around.

Lin Ying has been in Fengmian for ten years, and he has been his private teacher for ten years. When he mentioned the learned and righteous Mr. Lin, he respected him, so he must feel very uncomfortable at the moment, so he came here to find him with wine , Mostly want to tell an outsider about the bitterness in my heart.

"Wait!" Si Huai called out to him, and pushed away the hand that was on his shoulder. "A practitioner's body is not so fragile. A little breathing adjustment will not cause any serious problems. After eating a bowl of clear porridge in the morning, it tastes so pale that it tastes so bad now. I just feel a little greedy. Some meat is better."

"Hey..." Wu Nian stood in front of the two of them, looked at Si Huai, then at Sheng Jincheng, showed a embarrassed but flattering smile, and asked, "Can the poor monk go together?"

"Master Uncle!" Chen Yi, who was behind him, had an expression of "as expected", slapped his forehead and turned his back, completely blind to see.

"Uh...of course." Sheng Jincheng was stunned for a while, raised the wine in his hand, and asked uncertainly, "Master, do you drink too?"

"Amitabha, I'm ashamed to say that this poor monk is a wine and meat monk." Wu Nian reached out to take the wine jar, held it in his hand like a baby, and turned to look for a drinking cup.

Si Huai shrugged his shoulders, tightened his clothes and followed behind him, and asked casually, "The last time we met, we only served light tea and light meals, but I don't know that Master eats wine and meat."

Speaking of which, Lingjun in the previous life was also poisoned by him to drink and drink meat. Could it be that he thought it was too good after tasting it, and he was reincarnated as a wine and meat monk in this life?

"Once born and second time acquainted, this second meeting should naturally not be concealed." Wu Nian had already filled a glass of wine with a teacup while speaking, took a sip from the tip of his nose, and said happily: "The wine is fragrant and mellow, it is a good product, two Come quickly!"

"..." Is that the usage of that sentence?

Sheng Jincheng smiled lightly, and was about to go out to ask two servants to bring some food, when he met a disciple and whispered something to him.

After a long silence, he turned around and said to the two, "Mr. Lin is awake!"

Physician Sheng's medical skills are not empty words. Lin Ying's entire shoulder was pierced, and he lost too much blood. He should not be able to wake up for a while, but he did not expect to be able to wake up and talk at this moment.

When they arrived, Old Sovereign Sheng and Sheng Lanchu had already talked with him in the room for a while. The latter leaned against the edge of the table with his hands folded and his face gloomy. Dong Yangyan was nowhere to be seen in the room. Got into a fight.

"Xing Yun, what do you have to hide now? Those people are going to take your life!" Sect Master Sheng increased the strength of Lin Ying's hand, somewhat hating iron for being weak.

Lin Ying glanced at the person behind him, smiled wryly, and shook his head with some difficulty.

"It's not that I don't say anything, but I really don't know who that person is, and I don't know if it was his people who wanted to kill me last night. There are too many people who want to kill me."

He supported the bed and sat up slowly, probably because of the wound on his shoulder, the pain caused a layer of sweat to break out on his forehead, his eyes became a little resentful, and he recalled what happened back then.

Back then, Lin Ying wandered around for several years after killing someone, like a fallen leaf that couldn't find a place to return to.

Although he killed those who looked down on him, he still had nothing to look down upon.He couldn't do heavy work, but fortunately his brain was born like his father's, and he could find some jobs that were rich in words and ink, but none of them could be done for a long time.

Twelve years ago, he was working as a clerk in a pawn shop. The shopkeeper lost ten taels of silver, so he believed that he had stolen it and drove him out of the shop.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Lin Ying knelt on the ground to pick up the few pennies of wages thrown on the ground, and when he looked up, he met that man.

The man was wearing a black cloak, and a black mask under the extremely low hood. The whole figure seemed to be encased in a layer of black shadow, which could not be seen clearly in broad daylight.

The man didn't know how he knew that he was responsible for the Lin family's affairs, but he didn't mean to arrest him and punish him, he only said that he wanted to make a deal with him.

"You look for a good life for him, and he guarantees that you will be respected and respected?" Si Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the conversation he heard last night.

Lin Ying paused, nodded heavily, and continued: "Yes."

He didn't know what that man wanted Yangshou to do, but compared to being respected without being arrested and punished, exchanging someone else's Yangshou was a very worthwhile thing in his opinion at the time.

So that night, he took away the Yangshou of the pawn shop keeper and gave it to the man, and the man did what he said. Since then, many unknown people have come from all over to ask him for calligraphy and painting. It was widely spread that Mr. Lin learned great righteousness, and gradually built up his reputation.

Lin Ying was originally a talented person. After gaining such a reputation, he naturally had people who really respected him. It was at that time that he came to Fengmian City and was appreciated by the old suzerain master Sheng and became Sheng Jincheng's private teacher. .

It's just that he didn't expect that not long after he arrived in Fengmian City, the man in the black cloak would find him again. It took less than two years, unless the person who was given Yangshou wanted to die, otherwise it would be impossible to waste time. so fast.

Lin Ying was threatened by that person, so he had to find a sick person in the city and give him Yangshou, but he never thought that this kind of thing would happen twice, and then there would be a third or fourth time.

That person would come to him almost every other time, probably eight or nine years ago, when he appeared especially frequently, he was killing people almost every day, and then gradually lessened, about once every month or so. Until the last three or two days, I will come here once.

The lifespan of the magic pen is added to the same person too many times, and the lifespan will become shorter and shorter. He estimated that the life that the person has been hanging for a long time must be gone soon.

Although not all the deaths in the city were related to him, most of them ended up in the dreams he made up. In order to find a good life for that person, he has friendship with many pharmacies and medical centers in the city, and his hands are already covered with blood. With the smell of blood, every day in my dream is a ghost who looks like his own life.

He didn't want to do such a thing again, but that person would not let him go, he didn't want to lose his name and die without a whole body, so he only had the idea of ​​continuing to beat the living.

"So that day you killed the watchman and two other people, and took three lives at once?" Si Huai looked at Lin Ying in disbelief. He really couldn't figure out how precious a life is worth using so many people His life hangs.

"I just want the watchman's life, and they want to kill me for the other two! I have no choice but to stun them and kill them together!"

"Whose people are they?" In the conversation heard last night, Lin Ying was murdered because he worked for others.

"I don't know." He shook his head, "I only know that it was the man's younger brother who asked me to do the work. He asked me to draw several consecutive dreams for a man and a woman."

Si Huai frowned, turned to look at Wu Nian, the other party stopped looking at him, and asked, "Is that girl from Tonglu Plum Garden?"

Lin Ying thought about it for a while, and replied, "It seems to be a Mei, do you know him?"

"Why did he ask you to draw a dream?" I asked without answering.

"He wanted a scholar's picture scroll, but that picture scroll was blank, and it was only useful if it was painted on. But I heard that ordinary things don't last long when painted, and it takes a lot of thought to paint it to stay in it." Volume [-]. I only know so much. I drew a few dreams for those two people, and the subsequent things have nothing to do with me. It’s just that the man seemed to miss it later, probably because he was afraid that I would reveal something, so he sent someone to kill him. I."

Wu Nian lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking, turned around and was about to leave, but slowed down again when she heard Sect Master Sheng's question.

"There are still many people who disappeared for no reason in Fengmian City. Is it related to you?"

"Yes. If he wants to live longer, I won't be able to attack the old and sick. I can only pick some healthy ones. That man disposed of the corpse, and he threw it in the Great Barren Mountain."

Si Huai had heard of Dahuang Mountain 300 years ago, and the monks of Xianmen would not be unfamiliar with it. It was an ancient battlefield, where the bones of the dead were filled with resentment and ghosts. Coming here is no small matter, ordinary people would never approach it, why would they have to travel thousands of miles to leave a dead body?

Si Huai didn't listen to what they continued, and hurried a few steps to catch up with Wu Nian.

The two walked for a while in silence, only to find that Miss Sheng had come out of the room at some point, squatting alone by the pool not far away and throwing... golden eggs into the water? !

"Rich people like to throw away gold?" Si Huai raised his eyebrows in disbelief, only to see Wu Nian's frowning eyebrows finally relax.

"You want to go to the Great Barren Mountain?" he asked.

"Since Mr. Lin killed the two men who pursued him, why did one of them have that wound? Who left that cross flower dart? If Mr. Lin didn't hide it, then maybe the only way to go to the university Only the barren mountain can know who that person is."

"The Great Barren Mountain is very dangerous..."

"That person must also know the danger of the Great Barren Mountain." Wu Nian interrupted him, "But why did he throw the body there? As long as he wants to prevent people from finding it, he can throw it anywhere. Besides, the other person who wants the scroll Who is the person? Maybe what the person wants is not the picture scroll, but the broken piece of jade..."

"I'll go with you." Si Huai looked into his eyes and suddenly smiled slightly. "I promised to help you find the person who killed your senior brother. These things together really don't make any sense. If you can find some clues by going to the Great Barren Mountain, I'll go with you. You take a little monk with you alone. ,Too dangerous."

"Huai..."

"Shhh!" Si Huai didn't want to deal with him any more, so he turned around coolly and prepared to go back to his room to rest his mind. Unexpectedly, the hair tie that was not tied firmly in the morning was loosened, and it happened to fall into Wu Nian's hands.

Wu Nian held the hairband in both hands, stared blankly at Si Huai's eyes for a while, his eyes wandered a few times in front of his injured left chest, and pressed Si Huai stiffly to the side of the boulder and sat down. , walked around behind him and gently brushed his black hair.

Si Huai stiffly straightened his back and didn't dare to move. This scene was very similar to when the man tied his hair 300 years ago. At that time, he turned around and fell in love.

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"Rebirth: The First Poisonous Milk in the Immortal World"

When the Demon Lord Yan Ci stepped through the gate of heaven, he was unfortunately reborn back to himself before becoming a demon——

Misfortune Immortal, nicknamed "Broom Star", likes to bring bad luck to others. Because he once wished an old immortal to die overnight and become famous overnight, everyone in the fairy world respected him and kept him at a distance.

Yan Ci rested his chin and thought for a long time: It's not a big problem, he cursed all those who can fight in the fairy world to death, and he is another good boy from the demon clan!

It's just... How did Ning Yue, the arch-enemy who swept away thousands of armies in front of the Demon Race in her previous life, become a weak willow and windbreaker with drooping belts?!

Yan Ci: Wait!Put your belt back on!

【small theater】

Ning Yue: I heard that you are determined to curse me to death?

Yan Ci: No, no, the god of war in the heavens, the blessings are equal to the sky!

There was a thunder in the sky, and a certain god covered his mouth in panic—"Okay, stop talking!"

"Little words and few words" actor Crow Zui Shou X "delicate body and frail" folding sword with bare hands