Master, he is too difficult

When Lin Qingran returned to the room, Mo Yu was still awake.

Lin Qingran moved Ye Mingzhu to the desks in the room, and took out his small whitewashed notebook from the storage bag.

Turn it over, and cross out the words "Monk Wu Nian" written on it.

Master Wu Nian is very sorry, although you are very frank, I just feel that you are seducing me... So, we will not clean up in front of you.

If it is washed too white, not only will it not be possible to hug the apprentice's thigh, but it will also be easy for someone to touch the thigh... It is not a wonderful thing.

After Lin Qingran crossed out a few people in the whitewashing notebook and sorted out a new list, he remembered the novel he had written earlier.

At that time, he had just written a title, and it was interrupted because Li Lingxu wanted to break in to eliminate the demon.

Now, with the long night and no intention of practicing, Lin Qingran wanted to continue writing, but couldn't find the piece of paper from earlier.

He looked around but couldn't find it.I thought that maybe I don’t know when it was collected as garbage by the little novice who cleaned the room.Although the title of the book is a bit difficult to describe, it is precisely because it is too difficult to describe, and there is no text, so it doesn't matter if someone picks it up.Lin Qingran put the matter aside and concentrated on counting the treasures in the storage bag.

Before Lin Qingran brought Mo Yu here, he didn't know that Mo Yu's demons were so powerful, and he didn't even know that Master Wu Nian was desperate to save him.

So the things they brought were all fairy grass and spirit stones that were as numerous as dogs in Wanhe Mountains and quite rare in other lands, and there were no special treasures.

Now that Master Wu Nian refuses to feed demons with his body, he can only hope that there will be no special treasures on the main square of Bodhi Temple this time.

Speaking of treasures, Lin Qingran immediately remembered the magic weapon mentioned in the original book - Intermittent Tears.

Legend has it that this thing is the ancestor of Tuogao who opened up this world. Seeing the world created by monsters, good monks will also breed demons. of a tear.

And after hundreds of millions of years of tempering, this tear has produced its own spiritual wisdom, and has become the first spiritual creature of the two realms of immortals and demons, living in the abyss of fire lake at the junction of the two realms of immortals and demons.It only needs to refine this spiritual object into a sword spirit, and all demons can be cut off.

This thing itself has no combat power, but the ancient demon guarding it is very powerful, and its combat power is already comparable to that of the monks of the transformation stage.

The reason why Lin Qingran didn't think of this thing immediately when Mo Yu was breeding demons was because of the origin of this thing: the creator of the world, the tears of the ancestor Tuogao, the translation is—— Ancestor's tears.

Lin Qingran had never thought that this thing could exist, and in the original book, the only use of this thing was when Mo Linyuan, the Demon Emperor, was looking for it, and then happened to see the monk taking off his clothes and subduing the demon.

then……

During the whole process, the monk was seduced by all kinds of sex, and he was bumped into by other attackers in the middle, and there were waves of Shura Fields, but until everyone left the place, there was no tears of endless tears!

And since then, the author seems to have forgotten about it and never mentioned it again.

Now, Lin Qingran really wants to take a trip to the abyss. What if such nonsense is true?

It's just that the place is at the foot of the Hanging Mountain, and you have to go through the abyss, go down to the sea of ​​fire, and fight the ancient demon...

To go alone is to give away the head, and he needs help.

At present, the only ones he knows who can help them go down the flames are Wu Nian and Li Lingxu in the Bodhi Temple.

Lin Qingran sighed, Li Lingxu was impossible anyway, maybe he had to find Wu Nian again?

But Monk Wu Nian took off his clothes at every turn, which made people tremble.

What if he undresses again?If a monk thinks that he can realize the Tao by taking off his clothes, what should he do if he wants to take off his own clothes?

Lin Qingran imagined the scene, it was so beautiful that he dared not look at it!

Both Li Lingxu and Wu Nian were rejected, what should we do?

But at this moment, a strange music suddenly came from Lin Qingran's ears.

It was someone knocking on him under the restraint in this small courtyard. Through the different strength and frequency of the knocking, the syllables formed and the music formed.

Lin Qingran was quickly attracted by this strange music.

The style of the tune is a bit mournful, mellow and sad, containing deep nostalgia and regret, a bit similar to the style of Broken Love album.

Lin Qingran walked out of the room, and sure enough, she saw a tall, thin man in green shirt with a ghostly face, who was tapping his magic circle with his index finger.

The man had a long Xiao on his waist, and stood proudly under the moonlight, the cold white moonlight fell all over his body.

It's the ghost-faced city lord who goes up against the evil!

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

This Dongcheng Lord has a high level of cultivation, and he doesn't have any strange hobbies. The most valuable thing is that he rejected himself at the beginning!He won't take off his clothes and enlightenment!

It was just right to invite him to the sea of ​​fire!

Lin Qingran stepped forward, because she wanted something, so she had a good attitude.

"It turned out that the Lord Dongcheng came to visit late at night. He was so interested that he actually played my ban, and he played it so well."

Dong Shangxie turned around slowly, stared at Lin Qingran, and said, "Do you understand music theory?"

Lin Qingran recalled those songs he heard in his previous life.

□□Kugou 5sing various hot charts, national classics, popular nonsensical heavy metals...

Dong Shangxie's lovelorn style of grief should be understood.

So Lin Qingran said: "Understand a little?"

Dong Shangxie's eyes lit up: "Then tell me."

Lin Qingran recalled the style of the music appreciation class he took: "Start with a rare business tune, express emotions, the opening is the climax, after the climax, use the change of key to change, pop up changes, and let the inner feeling of what you can't get, It's very delicate."

Dong Shangxie's eyes were slightly dazed, and there was a hint of emotion that he was unable to find a bosom friend. His lips under his ghostly face slightly opened and closed, and finally sighed: "Unexpectedly, you are my bosom friend."

Lin Qingran smiled modestly: "You're talking nonsense, Lord Dongcheng, please don't make fun of me for my shallow knowledge."

Lin Qingran can understand Dongshangxie's lovelorn creation very well. After all, Dongshangxie, as Mo Yu's attacker, has witnessed with his own eyes that the protagonist can't stand the group of attackers who mess with him, but he misses being the cannon fodder.

Gong Jun couldn't accept it for a while, and it's normal to start creating when he's lost his mind, reaching a new height of art.

Dong Shangxie sighed: "The first time I saw you, I had almost no impression, but four years ago, when I saw the lotus pond in the snow on Qinglian Peak, I will never forget it... I thought you were kind-hearted, but I didn't expect Can understand my heart. Qingran, from now on, you are my bosom friend, and I am willing to go to the mountain of swords and go down to the sea of ​​fire for my bosom friend."

Lin Qingran said: "I don't need the mountain of swords, there is really a sea of ​​fire going down, will the Lord Dongcheng accompany me?"

Dong Shangxie smiled slightly: "You call me Brother Dong, and I will accompany you."

Before Lin Qingran could answer, the door of the small monastery was knocked open.

Wu Nian was wearing a monk's robe at a slant, half of his shoulders were exposed under the moonlight, his hands were clasped together, his eyes were clear, and there was a compassionate smile on the corner of his mouth: "The friendship between the poor monk and Master Lin is deeper than the abyss and sea of ​​fire! If Master Lin wants to find someone to share with you Into the flames, none other than the poor monk."

At the same time, the door of the meditation room was opened with a bang, and Moyu woke up at some point. He walked up to Lin Qingran, held Lin Qingran's hand tightly, and said with a firm expression, "Master, Huo Hai disciple My son is willing to go, no need to find outsiders!"