That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Si Huai's heart suddenly paused, and his eyes moved up bit by bit along the white palm that was holding on to the rosary, and met Wu Nian's eyes somewhere in the void.

His gaze was as gentle as before, and there was a faint smile on the corners of his lips and brows, and his body was dyed with a layer of cold winter wind, hiding a little fatigue.

The wintersweet flower in his hand fell to the ground at some point, Si Huai looked away uncomfortably, turned his face slightly away from looking at him, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his hands under the sleeves were tightly clenched. Only by becoming a fist can I restrain my urge to hug the person in front of me at this time.

"Get out of the way!" he said in a low voice, his tone was mercilessly cold, like unmelted snow on the eaves.

Wu Nian didn't speak, and didn't have the slightest intention to move away. The faint smile on the corner of his mouth faded a bit, and he still looked at the person in front of him who had been looking for more than ten days without blinking.

Seeing the two of them stalemate at the door, Sheng Jincheng laughed dryly "haha" twice and was about to pull them into the room when Si Huai glanced over at him, and stood still and didn't dare to make another sound.

"You asked him to come to me?" Si Huai frowned and looked at Wu Nian again, he already had the answer in his heart, before Wu Nian opened his mouth, he continued to ask: "How do you know I'm here?"

"I don't know." He replied softly, with the same faint expression on his face, "I just thought you would appear here."

"Nonsense!" Si Huai obviously didn't believe what I said, so he stretched out his hand and pushed him to go out.

Wu Nian staggered from being pushed, but quickly reacted, and before Si Huai had time to retract his hand, he grabbed Si Huai's wrist, trying to pull him back into the private room.

The monk's palm seemed to be warm from birth, and the place where the wrist was held was a little hot. Si Huai stared at the hand in a daze for a while, then suddenly broke free violently, with a sullen expression on his face. A stern look flashed across his eyes, and most of the red moles on his eyelids were covered up.

"What on earth are you trying to do?!" Si Huai stared into his eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

"Qi Zhou..." Wu Nian stretched out his hand in mid-air, trying to grab Si Huai's hand again, and took him a step back, so he gave up, sighed softly, and said, "I have something to say." I want to talk to you."

"There's nothing to say!" Si Huai suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, which was more or less ironic. "I've never been a good person, killing people and setting fires, and doing all kinds of evil. Since you want to stand on the side of the fairy gate, protect your people and common people, don't try to persuade me, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless!"

"I..." Wu Nian never expected that he would say such a thing. When the words he had prepared came to his lips, he didn't know whether he should say them or not. After a while, Si Huai had finished reciting the incantation. , just disappeared in front of him.

Like that day in the tomb, disappeared and never came back.

Si Huai didn't leave very far. After disappearing from the entrance of the private room on the second floor, he came out from the corner of the lobby on the first floor in an instant, and walked towards the entrance of the teahouse.

His cultivation base has not recovered, and now he has suffered some internal injuries, if he is not afraid that he will soften his heart if he continues to entangle with Wu Nian, he would not waste his cultivation base to do this in front of Wu Nian.

The temple fair tonight was indeed very lively, the lobby of the teahouse was already full, amidst the laughter, no one noticed that there was such an extra person out of thin air.

Si Huai stood at the gate and took a look at the street outside. There were quite a few disciples from the Immortal Sect among the passing crowd. From the clothes they wore, it could be seen that they belonged to several different sects. It made them suspicious, and then gathered the disciples of Xianmen to wait for him here.

"It came quickly." Si Huai cursed in a low voice, then turned his head to look at the stage diagonally opposite with colorful lights hanging high, reached out and took out the mask hanging by his waist and covered his face.

It was completely dark, and there was a loud sound of gongs and drums on the stage, suppressing all the shouting around, and there were many people watching the theater, most of them were wearing fang masks, waiting to sing. The Danjiao play.

Si Huai deliberately followed the group of people out, and only after stepping out of the gate of the teahouse, several eyes from the crowd fell on him, and he didn't know whether they recognized his figure, or recognized the bird on his face. A beast pattern mask with blue face and fangs.

The group of immortal disciples probably couldn't be completely sure, they followed a few people behind Si Huai, and left a few people to continue guarding outside the teahouse.

Si Huai pulled out from his waist the folding fan he had just picked up at the mask stand, he didn't frantically open it to fan the wind in the cold weather, he just tapped it lightly in the palm of his hand. Glancing around, he silently counted the people he was following.

The people of Xianmen were afraid of what he, the monster dragon, would do to the people, so they definitely didn't dare to fight him in this crowded place. Si Huai expected this, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and walked towards the most lively stage walked over.

The sound of gongs and drums that had been beating for a long time stopped, and the lingering sound left behind had not yet dissipated in the crowd, when a graceful girl in a veil came out holding a pipa, and her green fingers quickly closed on the strings. After picking it up a few times, he sang half a sentence before being interrupted by a figure suddenly turning up from the stage.

Si Huai glanced at the girl, gestured for her to continue, then somersaulted a few times in the air, pulled out a long sword placed on the weapon rack, and turned around to pull out a beautiful sword flower.

The people below only thought that he was also a member of the theater troupe. After seeing so many real skills, they all applauded and cheered. every move of the person.

After several sets of fluent sword poses, Si Huai suddenly retracted the sword, turned over in the air, and threw the folding fan in his hand. Suddenly, a cyan light appeared on the unfolded fan, and it flew around the colorful lights hanging around it. In a circle, it finally ignited into a firework in the void and fell down.

As the cyan flame burned out, a dozen or so colorful lanterns hanging high suddenly burst out colorful spiritual light, like fireflies on a summer night with starlight, they floated into the void and fell into the crowd.

The people in the small town had never seen such a beautiful sight, and the crowd erupted for a moment, looking around for the falling stars.

The rushing pedestrians scattered the following disciples of the immortal sect. Si Huai smiled softly, raised his hand to press his suffocating heart, turned around and nodded to the frightened girl, and quickly jumped off the stage , Hidden in the night in two or three steps.

He couldn't stay in this town any longer, and leaving quickly to find a safe place to practice and heal his wounds was the top priority.

Residents and businessmen in the town all went to the temple fair to join in the fun, but the entrance of the town was very deserted, with only a few guards lazily leaning against the door.

Si Huai put the sword that came from the stage behind his back, walked all the way to the entrance of the town, put on the mask deliberately on his face and lowered his head slightly to get out, suddenly realized something was wrong, stretched his arms out Taking a big step, he raised his hand and waved a sword energy to attack the gatekeepers.

The guards at the entrances and exits of the town are all local government servants, but the town is chaotic tonight, it is impossible to leave so many people guarding here, and there are still no people wearing official uniforms.

Those people dodged the blow very nimbly, and drew out their weapons hidden in the dark one after another. The sharp edge flashed from the tip of the sword, and pointed coldly at Si Huai's direction.

There were also noises from the nearby bushes and behind the eaves. A group of immortal disciples jumped out from the dark, wearing several different immortal costumes, and surrounded him tightly. There were two or thirty people at a glance.

It seemed that there was quite a commotion this time around. There was a group of people chasing him inside, and a group of people outside were blocking him.

Si Huai sneered, turned his right wrist deftly, and the long sword carried behind his back hung obliquely to his side, with the tip of the sword touching the cold ground.

An older cultivator from Xianmen took a step forward and shouted loudly: "Monster! You can catch him soon!"

"Catch it with nothing? By you?" His voice was clear and cold, mixed with the cold winter wind blowing at the right time, with a biting killing intent.

"We know you're powerful, but now that you're injured, why are so many of us still afraid of you?! You evildoer who harms all living beings, you'd better wait until your bone is turned into ashes!"

"Which family of monks are you all from?" Si Huai asked unhurriedly, ignoring his wild words.

The man froze for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you asking this?".

"Don't do anything...you have to know which family I'm killing."

Si Huai's words stirred up the group of people in the Immortal Sect, and it was unknown who started it first, and it took only a few words to move their hands.

The sound of swords colliding and bursts of air waves appeared one after another at the entrance of the small town. Under the fierce siege of a group of people, Si Huai had to defend left and right. With a small "click", the The prop sword that came from the theater troupe was cut into three pieces in the air.

If it was in the past, let alone these two or thirty people, he would have been able to deal with the encirclement and suppression of several great immortal sects together, but now they are right, he was injured and had no weapons in hand, the reckless words were indeed out of vulnerable.

Seeing another burst of sword energy strike, Si Huai quickly turned his wrist, twirled the white bone flute twice on his fingertips and brought it to his lips, and blew a rhythm to repel the wave of air.

The murderous look in Si Huai's eyes was even stronger, he turned over and flew into the void, his clothes fluttered in the night wind, and a blue dragon's tail took shape under him, flinging it vigorously towards the disciple of the immortal sect who was chasing him , The strong wind raised forced them back a few steps.

A piece of Buddhist rhythm played on his lips, and Si Huai silently recited a mantra in his heart, and a blue magic circle slowly formed in the void, before it was formed, he was struck by a voice calling his name suddenly. broken.

The voice was in a trance, and soon disappeared into the wind, as if it was just his illusion.

Si Huai looked around, but he did not see anyone who called him. While he was relieved, he also felt a little bit disappointed.

Seeing that he stopped attacking, the monks of Xianmen thought he was injured and unable to resist, so they seized the right moment and attacked him together.

Si Huai was interrupted by the non-existent voice, he had no intention of fighting with them any more, turned the direction of the bone flute in his hand and chopped down a flash of light towards the ground. The smoke and dust all over the sky enveloped them.

The cyan figure in the void slowly descended. Si Huai snorted and glanced at them, played with the bone flute in his hand, turned and walked out towards the entrance of the town. He patted his shoulder behind him and pulled him to the shadow of the wall.

The dust and mist all over the sky fell quickly, and the disciple of Xianmen quickly reacted, clenched the weapon in his hand and chased him in the direction he left.

When the footsteps gradually faded away, Si Huai stretched out his hand and pushed the person in front of him, cast his eyes unkindly on him, and asked coldly, "Are you following me?"

Wu Nian was pushed back a step by his strength, looked at him fixedly, and nodded slightly.

Si Huai didn't know what to say for a moment, but when he thought of the call just now that was regarded as a hallucination, his heart suddenly felt a little warmer, but the expression on his face became a little colder.

"What are you doing with me? Do you think I won't kill you?"

"Will you?" Wu Nian asked softly, "You even let them go, how could you kill me?"

Si Huai didn't know how to refute his question, so he turned away from him and said bluntly, "Of course!"

Wu Nian shook his head with a smile, took two steps forward and trapped him in front of him, reached out to support his shoulders to straighten his body, and gently took off the mask on his face.

"Didn't you say you would wait for me to figure it out?" He looked at Si Huai with a very serious expression, and said softly, "I figured it out."

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