So What If You've Been Reborn?

Chen He would not commit the problem of being dark under the lights.

Standing on the painting boat, he saw the ferry boat not far away. He only glanced at it, and found that there was a tall man with a straight back and piercing eyes.

Especially that person realized something very quickly, and immediately relaxed the energy around him, the sheepskin coat drooped, disappeared among the crowd, and only one pair of eyes remained fixed on the painting boat.

This kind of concealed appearance is even more strange.

Chen He asked Moxiu, who was following him, to investigate on the river, then set fire to the boat, and quietly came to the ferry.

For a cultivator in the transformation stage, it is easy to hide it from the eyes and ears of mortals.

Huang Shouzi tried to jump off the boat and was knocked unconscious by the crowd. The commotion made Chen He take a look, and then remembered that he had seen this person before - Venerable Li Yan in the memory of Chifeng Desert.

Because he was Li Yan's subordinate, Chen Ho searched in the mirage bead and found two other dusty memories.

——After leaving the desert with my seniors, I met a group of salt dealers.The thin yellow man was holding a white paper fan, pretending to be a nondescript military adviser, and he was called the second master, and he was arrogant.

But when they met by chance in Jizhou, Huang Shouzi was haggard and tired, and he was much older. He kowtowed desperately to "appreciate a teacher to learn art".

Shi Feng said that monks sometimes killed ordinary people, and those who escaped by chance didn't know the truth, so they begged everywhere.

Even if you are lucky and you really become a monk, when you have the strength to take revenge, if the enemy does not die, he must have advanced to a higher level, so it is impossible to defeat?In the end, there is only regret for life.Furthermore, if you practice the exercises with hatred, and your mind is dominated by hatred, what will happen in the end?

A monk who sincerely hopes to have a good disciple will not agree to accept this kind of disciple, and the demon cultivator is another matter.

The thin Huang that Chen He sees now is more dejected than what Ji Zhou sees, his eyes are straight, like a crazy gambler, who knows that he will lose before betting the chips, but still refuses to look back.

Two rough men dragged the thin man into the cabin like a broken sack.

Chen Ho hesitated in his heart. Back then, Li Yan walked out of the Chifeng Desert in a daze. He had no memory, only the words that Shi Feng told him before he died, and the inheritance of the Beixuan School.

Where is the initial landing, can anyone help?

Since Li Yan didn't have mirage beads at that time, no one knew about it.

Chen Ho guessed from his broken memories that since Li Yan was Li Yan's subordinate before he became the venerable demon, and Li Yan had been standing and searching in the Chifeng Desert for many years, it might be the group of salt dealers who met him on the barren rocky beach. When he arrived in Liyan, he took in or wanted to get acquainted with a "master" with extraordinary strength.

The latter is okay, if Zi Liyan was 19 years old and had not yet established his foundation, he had been with those private salt dealers, then there would be kindness and friendship in it.

It's a pity that when Venerable Liyan actually got the mirage pearl, it was more than a hundred years later.Among this group of people, those who did not have the qualifications to become monks died, and those who did not break through the foundation-building period are gone.There are still some people who may have died in various battles, and only Huang Shouzi is left.

The battle between righteousness and evil was in full swing, and with Li Yan's acquiescence, Huang Shouzi even hid himself from sight, so that Chen Ho's memory hardly had any traces of these people's existence.

There are too many things missing, and even if you do it all over again, it will not be complete.

Chen He followed the cabin silently, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the suspicious man, wrapped in a sheepskin robe, squatting next to a few donkeys, frowning and thinking about something.

This man was full of beards, wearing a bamboo hat, and his eyes were so bright that it made people feel faint.Even if he is squatting in a daze right now, his back is still straight, and there is an involuntary convincing power.

Chen He became more suspicious.

He recognized that the other party was neither Zhao Weiyang nor Fu Lieyun.

Moxiu of the Yin Yang sect was killed on the river, so it was really strange that there was such a person on the nearby ferry.With Chen He's eyesight, he couldn't tell whether the other party was a monk or a mortal.

"Who?"

Chen He was even more surprised that he found himself?

What followed was a muddle-headed fight. Seeing that the situation was not right, Chen He pressed his hand, and his spiritual power swept away with the move. Master Qu was shocked. He dropped the knife and scrambled to dodge it, but was still thrown away by the rest of the force. Had to fall headfirst.

——Relying on being a monk is too much to deceive others!If you take a trick, you can do it. What kind of real yuan do you use?

Master Qu turned over and jumped up, touched the redness and swelling on his forehead, and stared at Chen Ho suspiciously.

Chen Ho also finally saw that the other party was not a monk and could not use his true essence and spiritual power. In an instant, thousands of thoughts came to his mind, and he looked at Master Qu again in surprise.

"Hiss." Master Qu touched the wound on his forehead, suddenly thought of something, and asked vigilantly, "Who is your master?"

"Master."

When Master Qu saw Chen Ho's dazed look, his heart became even more angry. Since he was a monk, he wouldn't speak well?Hell, he can't see through this kid's cultivation, so he really can't afford to offend him!

"Hey, who are you? Qu has never offended you, why are you so aggressive?"

"Master..."

Chen Ho was confused, very unconfident, and also a little confused.

The reincarnation of Nan Hongzi's autopsy has only been more than 20 years so far. Could this bearded man be a little too old?

Master Qu was so smart that he was confused for a while, thinking that Chen He was always stuck on the question of "who is your master", why is it so hard to tell the origin of his master?It's outrageous to hesitate.

Master Qu thought and thought, and felt that his apprentice might be tricked, but there was absolutely no reason for someone to steal his moves.

"Your master, is your surname—"

The words froze.

The comprehension world only called Shi Feng a blood demon, and after trying to find out the news, they could only find out that the blood demon was in Yuzhou and that the blood demon was the new venerable of the demonic way.Master Qu couldn't figure out at all that Shi Feng...doesn't need the name Shi Feng anymore.

In view of the fact that the name itself is a conspiracy against the Beixuan faction.

It's really hard to get to know each other.

Even reading a few sentences of the basic exercises of the Beixuan School is useless—the Beixuan Heart Method is a rotten commodity in the cultivation world, and you can find as many copies as you want. The difference is that everyone can’t practice it, and it’s not good enough. That's all.

How can higher-level exercises be easily leaked?

The two of them stared dumbly in the cabin for a while, but neither said a word.

As a monk, Chen He is not good at looking at bone age, but he can't go wrong. After looking at it carefully, he felt that even if he shaved off his full beard, this person should be thirty.

Chen He had doubts, but Master Qu had deeper doubts than him—Nan Hongzi had "died" for less than 25 years. Where did Shi Feng pick up an apprentice whose cultivation level was so advanced that he could drive many demon cultivators and convince them sincerely?

In such a short period of time, I can't teach it!

The two shook their heads at the same time, they must not be my master/my grandson!

At this time, a shout came from outside the cabin: "It's landed!"

The cabin door was opened immediately, and the rough men rushed in to lead the mules and horses ashore and continue on their way.Master Qu was stunned, Chen He had disappeared, so he could only pick up the knife and hide it in his boot.

"Ouch! I was scared to death!" A man fussed and yelled, "Master Qu, you practiced throwing knives just now!"

"..."

There is also a knife inserted into the deck shining brightly.

Master Qu angrily walked over to pull it out, but the knife stuck too hard, and it took him a long time. People around thought he did this on purpose, showing off his flying knife skills by penetrating three points, flattering and applauding desperately, so that Master Qu almost yelled. Angry.

The boatman grimaced, wanted to say something, but dared not speak.

"Take it to mend a solid wooden plank!" Master Qu took out a string of copper coins from his waist and threw it over with a dark face.

The broken part is the bulkhead. As long as there is no strong wind and waves on the river, there is no danger of water leakage, only wind leakage.

Several boatmen were overjoyed: "Thank you, Master Qu!"

"Wait, what about the thin yellow man?"

Only then did Master Qu realize that there was more than one person missing in the cabin.

"Yeah, where are people?" People from the carriage and horse dealers also yelled outside.

The people on the ferry said they had gone ashore, but the people on the shore said they hadn't seen him. Finally, everyone looked at Mr. Qu. He was obviously thrown in the cabin, how could he disappear?

"I'm drawing my sword. Once the boat lands, you're making such a fuss. How did I notice him?" Master Qu could only say vaguely. "I just feel like I didn't see him, that's what I asked."

Everyone rummaged on the ferry for a while, and at last the driver said: "This kid won't jump into the river to find those experts!"

The boatmen swore that they didn't hear anyone falling into the water, and the cabin had only one door and no windows.

There were still people on the bank waiting for a boat to cross the river, urging them impatiently, even a car and a horse could not stop here to wait for a yellow and thin man, so everyone could only pack their things full of doubts, and set off in twos and threes.

Seeing that they distanced themselves from the others, one of the people walking the darts with Master Qu immediately came up and asked, "Master Qu, that thin yellow man..."

"Okay! This matter is not allowed to be mentioned again!"

Master Qu's face was ugly, he tightened his sheepskin jacket in the wind and snow, he couldn't help but think about his apprentice, and that boy who looked like a boy in Jiguang fur.

After being stopped by him, all the people in the bodyguard bureau kept their mouths shut, not daring to make a sound.

The snow stopped in the evening, Master Qu only asked to find a roadside wild shop to pick up the tip, did not rest, and urged to drive all night, everyone complained in their hearts, and at noon the next day, they staggered to a small town to prepare During the break, everyone lamented that Master Qu had the foresight.

Without him, the weather was fine and the snow was starting to melt.

If they stayed in Yedian for one night and got up early the next day, their feet would be muddy and slippery. After the snow thawed, the cold wind would blow and ice would be everywhere in the back of the sun, and they might fall half to death again.

Now that I have arrived in the town, I can rest comfortably for a day and night, and then leave when the road clears up. It is simply wonderful.

The rough men slept until night and got up hungry looking for food. It happened that there was a big pot of mutton stewed in the inn, and some hot soup was under it. The darts dared not drink, so they could only sacrifice to the temple of the five internal organs.

The inn is a place where people come and go, and anyone can talk to them when they are excited.

Some people talked about the story of encountering a painting boat on the river, and martial arts masters stepping on the water. The rough men here spoke eloquently and made a fuss, but there was a burst of laughter in the inn, all of whom did not believe it.

"Brothers, you guys are more exaggerated than storytelling, change your career to eat lip service!"

The rough man blushed when he was told, and he slapped the table to argue with others.

"Master Qu, your words have weight, tell these ignorant people!"

"What can you do, so what if he believes it. If you don't believe me, you can lose a piece of meat?" Master Qu squeezed the chopsticks, filled them with noodles, and casually taught his subordinates.

The mist rises, and the fragrance is tangy.

Master Qu ate the noodles, thinking with emotion, the days when he didn't have to worry about starving to death was really great, unlike now, one bowl might not be enough, and he had to spend money to order something else to fill his stomach.

Looking down at the large piece of mutton in the noodle soup, he sighed again: Poor, there are only four pieces of mutton in a bowl of noodles, and most of them are bones, so I will eat them last.Cherish blessings, only a mortal knows how to cherish blessings!

When he stretched out his chopsticks to the mutton, the people around him suddenly reminded him in a low voice: "Master Qu!"

"What's the matter, can't we wait until we finish eating?" Master Qu scolded.

The people next to him didn't dare to say anything at once. Just as Master Qu picked up the mutton, he also realized something was wrong, as if there was an extra person in front of him?

He looked up, and suddenly the mutton fell back into the bowl, with the chopsticks stuck in his hand, and he couldn't fall down.

Master Qu opened his mouth absurdly, and stared dumbfounded at the man dressed in red, with beautiful features and black hair like lacquer, who didn't look like what should be in the world, what the world of mortals could find, standing in front of the table.

"you you…"

Shi Feng remained silent, took the chopsticks from Master Qu's hand, and looked down at the bowl on the table.

He calmly and calmly raised his chopsticks, ate all the mutton in the bowl, then put the bowl down, and said meaningfully: "Now that we've finished eating, we can talk."

"..."

Master Qu had a look of deep hatred and hatred, and he was unspeakably aggrieved.

"Crack!" He slapped the table and stood up, "Who told you to eat it!"