That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

"Have you seen the man in the portrait?"

A small town by the Huai River was in a lively market, and the streets and alleys were full of peddlers and market crowds.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of traffic, a group of uniformly dressed disciples of the Immortal Sect were walking through the crowd with portraits and asking questions.

"I've never seen it before..." The stopped passerby shook his head, looked at the questioner and asked nervously, "What's the matter? The Jiangyang thief is still a flower picker"

"It's more terrifying than Jiangyang robbers and flower pickers!" The disciple reminded him very kindly, and said with a sufficiently exaggerated expression: "This is the appearance of the man transformed from the revived demon dragon near the Great Barren Mountain a few days ago. Killing and setting fire Heinous, you must be careful if you see it, and report your whereabouts to the fairy gate stationed nearby."

The man was stunned by him for a moment, nodded seriously, quickly took the portrait of the monster dragon in the hands of the fairy head, and repeated the words he had just heard to the surrounding pedestrians loudly in a yelling posture.

The already bustling market became even more noisy with his yelling. A thin man in plain clothes squeezed out from the crowd with a slightly arched body. He lowered his head and coughed softly until he couldn't see the disciple of the immortal sect behind him, then he straightened up and lifted up the face that was five points similar to the portrait.

"What painting skills? It doesn't look like it at all!"

Si Huai spat in a low voice, casually threw the crumpled paper ball on the ground, and was about to leave before the people from Xianmen could catch up, when he was suddenly attracted by the small toy shelf in front of him, and picked it out with great interest. .

Speaking of which, he has been chased and killed by the people of Xianmen for more than ten days.

Si Huai's primordial spirit suddenly returned to his physical body, and he couldn't get used to it for a while. Most of his cultivation had not yet recovered. He brought all the weapons and dug up the whole grave.

Si Huai, who was in retreat, was interrupted by such an interruption, suffered backlash and suffered some internal injuries, and without a weapon in hand, it was not good for him to fight head-on with the Xianmen in such a situation, so he had no choice but to escape from the tomb.

The Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect must have calmed down a long time ago. Since he descended from Enhua Mountain, he has encountered countless Immortal Sects along the way. If there are few people, they can be easily cleaned up. It's the best plan.

Yesterday, outside the small town thirty miles away, I ran into people from Xianmen. After a fight, I hid in this small town. The Xianmen disciple was so free that he took his portrait all over the street looking for someone.

And it doesn't look alike at all, without any of his elegance and charm.

Si Huai kicked the paper balls away from his feet in a little disgust, and his slender fingers lightly brushed across a row of blue-faced and fang-painted animal masks hanging on the shelf in front of him, and finally settled on a light blue mask with scales and cheeks painted on it. On the mask, there were two knocks on the mask, and Wei Yi tore it off forcefully.

There seemed to be some kind of temple fair in the town tonight, and there were all kinds of animal-print masks hung on many stalls on both sides of the street, which was convenient for him to hide.

"Young Master, this is ten cents." The young mask seller smiled and gestured "ten" to Si Huai, just as he was about to ask him if he needed anything else, when a couple of pieces of silver had already been placed on the stall. .

"When does your temple fair start here?" Si Huai asked casually, covered his face with the mask in one hand, raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled, then disappeared little by little as the mask was removed. .

The person who was stopped by the disciples of the immortal sect just now was standing not far away and looking at him. After such a short time, the disciples of the immortal sect around him had already run towards him.

"Hurry up, let's start when it gets dark!" The young stall owner didn't notice anything wrong, and said with a simple and honest smile, "Is your son from another place? Don't think we are just a small town. , The annual temple fair is very lively! There is a Sheng family in Xianmen, do you know? The young master of the Sheng family came here to buy things two days ago, and I heard that there is a temple fair specially staying here to enjoy the excitement!"

"Sheng family?" Si Huai's frown relaxed a little when he heard these two words. Counting the time, Sheng Jincheng had been away from Xinling City for [-] days, so he should have come here.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Seeing that those immortal disciples were about to chase after him, Si Huai nodded his head as a thank you for his reply. He hurriedly turned around and was about to leave when he ran into a group of people in orange-red costumes. Sheng family disciple.

His eyes sank for a moment, and he took a folding fan from the stall next to him and prepared to fight with the fairy gate. Unexpectedly, the disciple of the Sheng family hurriedly brushed away from him as if he hadn't seen him. In the past, rampaging in the crowd caused a mess, disturbing the immortal disciples who were coming to arrest him.

Even Xiaomen Xiaopai has started looking for him with a portrait, no matter how far away the Sheng family is, it is impossible not to know about it, unless they intend to help him...

Only when Si Huai had such a thought, someone behind him reached out and patted him on the shoulder very lightly, a piece of red sleeves fell over his shoulder and fell into the corner of his eye.

"Brother Qi Zhou..." Sheng Jincheng's voice sounded from behind, unhurried, with a joyful smile of reunion after a long absence, and said, "Long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see..." Si Huai responded, turned around to face Sheng Jincheng with a modest smile, couldn't help but also laughed, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Buying. Although this town is not well-known, the colored porcelain produced is very good. Earlier, I had someone leave two boxes for me, so I stopped by to pick them up."

Sheng Jincheng's expression was very relaxed and natural. He looked at the chaotic crowd behind him and the disciples of the Sheng family passing by from time to time, then looked up at the late sky, and asked, "Brother Qi Zhou, have you heard? Tonight There is a temple fair here, I have reserved a seat in the teahouse in front, just in time to drink with you and watch the excitement."

"I don't like to watch the excitement, so I won't go." Si Huai refused without even thinking about it. He has already leaked his tracks here, and if he doesn't leave, he will only wait for more people from the fairy sect to come.

"Brother Qi Zhou! I'm the only one!" Sheng Jincheng grabbed Si Huai who was about to turn around and leave, and hurriedly explained: "The wind was strong on the boat the past two days, and the dust was a little bit chilly, and I'm resting on the boat right now. , did not come with me."

Si Huai couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, he couldn't admit that he was worried about that little monk, and he couldn't express his worries, he hesitated for a while, and then nodded under Sheng Jincheng's earnest gaze.

What Sheng Jin contracted was the private room on the second floor of the tea house. The layout and furnishings inside the room are very comfortable and comfortable. Bypassing a large carved and hollow screen, there is a small terrace surrounded by carved guardrails. A pot of blooming flowers is placed in the corner. Wintersweet flowers, below is a busy street with people coming and going, diagonally opposite is the stage of the temple fair tonight.

They came earlier than the scheduled time, and the meal was not ready, only a jug of wine and two small dishes were served.

Si Huai lazily leaned on the fence, stretched out his arms and filled Sheng Jincheng's glass with wine, and was about to drink from the spout of the wine jug, but felt that it was not appropriate, so he reached out and fetched the small wine glass from the air.

Now he is being hunted down by a hundred families of Xianmen, and he doesn't know when he will die, so how can he easily get himself drunk here.

Sheng Jincheng saw all his movements and said nothing. He held the wine glass in one hand and propped himself on the fence with the other, looking at the passers-by below, and asked with a smile, "I don't know if Brother Qi Zhou still remembers our first time?" The scene you met for the first time?"

"Remember." Si Huai took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes slightly as if recalling something, and said: "At that time, you brought a few servants and met the old tree demon. I rescued you but was caught by yours. Servants are considered villains."

At that time, he had just left Huaiyin County, wandering around not knowing where to go.

If he hadn't agreed to go to Fengmian with Sheng Jincheng at that time, maybe there wouldn't be so many things that happened later.

Sheng Jincheng laughed a little embarrassedly at what he said, and said: "At that time, I bought things for her wedding banquet behind my sister's back, so I didn't take the water or the students of the Sheng family. I didn't expect it to happen just this once. I actually met brother Qi Zhou, it is a kind of fate to be true."

"It is indeed fate." In the last life, it was fate that he rescued himself from the dry river. In this life, it was fate that he happened to meet him when he was in danger.

Si Huai turned his head to look at Sheng Jincheng, suddenly laughed softly, took over his words, and asked, "Your sister's attitude towards Young Master Dongyang has changed a lot, presumably their wedding date is about to be set?"

"Yeah—" Speaking of Sheng Lanchu, Sheng Jincheng couldn't hide a smile on his face, "Sister has already agreed to go to Yuzhou with Mr. Dongyang, and maybe next spring when kapok blooms all over Fengmian City, It's time to get married."

"They asked you to come to me?" Si Huai suddenly changed his voice, the smile on his face remained undiminished, but there was a trace of complicated expression in his eyes.

He didn't believe that Sheng Jincheng didn't know anything about him. Jincheng didn't fear or hate him like other disciples of the immortal sect. He was very happy, but he was also afraid of hurting the young man in front of him because of this approach.

Sheng Jincheng was startled for a moment before he realized what he was talking about, the smile on his face became a little unnatural, he quickly waved his hands and explained: "I didn't ask me to come to you, I was trying my luck by being smart. I ran into you on the way back to Fengmian after leaving here, I thought maybe..."

"If you just stayed and waited for the temple fair, why did you leave the little monk alone on the boat? You brought so many disciples from the Sheng family over here, and just stopped those disciples from the Xian family for me?"

"I...I heard about you from my sister...your identity, I know your current situation, but they really didn't ask me to come to you. How did they know that you would appear here? You won't just let me bring my disciples out, it's really just my luck..."

"Forget it, it's not important." Si Huaixu raised the wine glass in his hand to salute him, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and said: "Jin Cheng, you can't practice the magic of the immortal sect, and you can't do it. You shouldn't get too involved in the matter of the fairy gate. Go back early after the temple fair, go back to Fengmian, and don't let anyone know that you saw me tonight."

"Brother Qi Zhou, come back to Fengmian with me!" Sheng Jincheng was afraid that he would disappear in a blink of an eye, so he hurried forward and grabbed his sleeve, and said, "Our Sheng family will not participate in the encirclement and suppression. The small sects and sects are all attached to my Sheng family, so naturally they will not participate, the Dongyang family and the Sheng family are married, and the Yuzhou area is also safe, it is better for you to go back with me than to hide outside."

"Hiding in Tibet..." Si Huai looked up at the darkened sky, and smiled helplessly, "Go back and tell your sister, don't fight against the entire fairy sect. Those small sects can now attach themselves to the Sheng family, Attaching to the Dongyang family, there is no guarantee that they will not turn against each other in the future."

Si Huai raised his left hand to pat him on the shoulder, but he felt a throbbing pain just after he moved it. Then he remembered that he accidentally hit him when he started to move, so he had to give up this idea, put down the empty wine glass in his hand, Gently brushing away Sheng Jincheng's hand that was grabbing his sleeve.

The door of the private room was gently pushed open, and the aroma of the dishes wafted in. Through the hollow screen, one could see the shop assistant bringing in the food.

After the clerk withdrew and closed the door, Si Huai slowly walked out from behind the screen, playing with a freshly broken plum blossom, and said, "I promised to go to Fengmian to find you to look at the flowers. I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise, if I'm still alive when the kapok blooms next year, I'll go have a cup of wedding wine."

His voice was extremely slow and soft, like dust that had nowhere to cling to, falling in this small private room, without a trace, as if he had never said anything. .

"Brother Qi Zhou!" Seeing that he was about to open the door to go out, Sheng Jincheng hurriedly chased him out, and hurriedly called to him.

Si Huai's hand had already touched the door bolt, but he still stopped when he heard the call, with his back turned to him, quietly waiting for his next words.

Sheng Jincheng looked at his back, took a deep breath, and raised his voice and asked, "You told my sister, 'When you like someone, you never push him away', so why did you push Master Wu Nian away?" open?"

"What?" Si Huai turned around, looked at him with a surprised look on his face, and asked, "That little monk Chen Yi told you? When I saw him later, he had to cut off his tongue." !"

"You are so kind to Master Wu Nian, even if Chen Yi doesn't tell you, you can still tell. We Fengmian is a rich place, and we have seen happy things between men, but we have never seen anything like yours. Generally, you have a heart for others, so they say that you will burn people, but we don't believe it."

"You?" Si Huai grasped the key point from his big sentence, and repeated it with a heavy voice.

According to what he meant, even Sheng Lanchu and Dong Yangyan already knew about the fact that he liked Wu Nian, but the only person he liked wanted to pretend to be stupid and pretend that he didn't know.

Si Huai sneered, then suddenly lowered his tone, and reprimanded in a low voice: "What do you know? He is a monk, how can I get along with him. Hurry up and buy good things and go back to Fengmian, don't mind your own business!"

There was a trace of imperceptible panic in his voice, fearing that Sheng Jincheng would say something more, he quickly turned around to pull the door latch, and opened the door with a "squeak".

Standing outside the door was a figure, wearing a gray and loose monk's robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, just blocking the way without leaning to one side.

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