It's Not Easy Being a Master

Shen Zhixian patted the Pegasus, landed first, stood one meter away, and looked around first.

In the uninhabited wilderness, only this abrupt flower bush is swaying in the wind.

It is indeed the same as the flower on the wrist of Mrs. Meng, the little thrush.

The moon-white petals are slightly whitish at the bottom, half-open and half-closed, and seem to blend in with the moonlight in the night.

only……

Shen Zhixian sniffed the strange smell in the air, and frowned: "Why is there...the smell of steamed buns?"

Yan Jin nodded silently, raised her hand slightly, and raised her sword.

Shen Zhixian took a few steps back, watched Yan Jin's sword come out of its sheath, and with a light sweep, a flower bush seemed to be swept by a gust of wind, and the petals fell to the ground.

No, it was a piece of steamed bun that fell to the ground.

Shen Zhixian stared dumbfounded at the countless petals that fell to the ground and turned into steamed buns, and fell into deep thought: "The ground...can still grow steamed buns?"

However, Yan Jin suddenly cast her gaze behind a huge boulder not far away, several of them jumped over, and forced a person out from behind the boulder.

He was a fat monk with a bald head and squinting eyes.He was forced by Yan Jin with a sword, yelled, and ran out scrambling: "What are you doing, what are you doing!"

When he saw a pile of steamed buns, he immediately gasped, and rushed over heartbroken: "My steamed buns! You can look at the flowers when you look at the flowers, why are you so hot to destroy the flowers!"

He casually picked up a flower that remained on the stalk, and when the flower fell into his hand, it became a piece of steamed bun, which he stuffed into his mouth and chewed and swallowed.

Shen Zhixian asked: "Who are you?"

The bald monk paused invisibly when picking up flowers, and then smiled nonchalantly after a while, "No name, no surname, a bald monk."

Shen Zhixian looked at his cold forehead, noncommittal: "What are you doing here with a big piece of steamed buns?"

The bald monk stuffed the last surviving steamed bun flower into his mouth, rubbed his hands, and said from left to right: "I just like this flower. The air is fresh and the moonlight is just right tonight. Isn't it wonderful to see the flowers before the moonlight?"

Shen Zhixian glanced at Yan Jin, who knowingly pushed the blade out a little.

The sword light was lingling, and immediately exuded an icy aura.

The bald monk wiped his face, swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth, and quickly changed his words: "Actually, I did something wrong, and this is atonement to the heavens. I offer these flowers to the heavens..."

Shen Zhixian dragged out his voice, and said subtly, the bald monk seemed to be talking nonsense, he was too lazy to play tricks, and just said: "A Jin, beat him up."

Before Yan Jin could make a move, the bald monk yelled again when he heard the words: "Oh! What are you doing! You don't respect the elderly at all!"

He was pushed around by Yan Jin, trying to slip away, but couldn't get around Yan Jin. After two quarters of an hour, he finally couldn't take it anymore, stomped his feet on the spot out of breath, and scratched his bald head helplessly: "Okay Okay, okay, stop chasing, I said it’s not enough..."

The bald monk sighed: "I'm really just passing by, and the atonement is true. This flower is my favorite flower..."

Shen Zhixian said casually: "This flower should only be seen in one place, right?"

The bald monk looked at them suspiciously: "Do you recognize this flower? This is a flower outside the Undead City. Have you ever been to the Undead City?"

Shen Zhixian smiled and said, "Never."

"Then how did you know?"

Shen Zhixian followed his words, communicated with him half-truthfully, and made a lot of conversations.

This bald monk is a casual cultivator who wanders around with no family or affiliation. By chance, he once went to the Undead City. Phantom play.

He murmured: "I'm enjoying the flowers here, I've provoked someone..."

Shen Zhixian turned his thoughts silently, with a calm expression on his face: "We are going to the Undead City, if you know the way, you might as well do a good deed and lead us a way."

The bald monk frowned and thought for a while, then flatly refused: "No, that place is not something you can go to casually, what if something happens to you when you go there, and blame me?"

"What's going to happen there?"

The bald monk looked at Shen Zhixian: "There are countless big and small monsters and ghosts in the Immortal City, in different shapes, and there are countless scary people, and some of them have committed many evils..." He paused, "Monsters."

Shen Zhixian was slightly taken aback.

The bald monk seems to know far more than the painted skin demon, and these are things that the painted skin demon has never mentioned before.

The Undead City... is such a place?

Seeing that he seemed hesitant, the bald monk waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, what are you doing in that kind of place for no reason, if you also like this flower, I'll just show it to you."

Shen Zhixian said, "No, we are going."

The bald monk still wanted to refuse, but in the end, under Yan Jin's coercion and Shen Zhixian's lure, the bald monk reluctantly nodded and agreed: "It's fine for you to go to the Undead City, but if you go, if something happens, you can go to the undead city." Don't blame me!"

The bald monk counted with his fingers, looked up at the sky for a while, and finally chose a direction that was far from their original route: "Go this way."

The bald monk didn't have a mount, so Shen Zhixian rode with Yan Jin and gave him the civet.Considering Pegasus' ability to bear it, the three of them walked slowly and arrived at a town near dawn.

It wasn't boring along the way, the bald monk kept talking, talking and talking, and he mentioned fortune-telling.

"Do you still tell people's fortunes?"

The bald monk grabbed the civet's hair, narrowed his eyes when he smiled, and couldn't help puffing out his chest: "My fortune-telling is accurate. I have done fortune-telling three times in my life, and it has come true every time."

"Forget what?" Shen Zhixian asked casually.

The bald monk was silent for a while, he just rubbed the cat's fur, as if he was remembering something, and then slowly said after a long while: "Actually, I regret it, I shouldn't count those trigrams."

He sighed, a little melancholy, "The first time I counted, I ruined a child; the second time I counted, I ruined my only best friend; the third time I counted, I ruined the whole world."

The bald monk was always smiling all the way, but when he suddenly became so serious, Shen Zhixian was taken aback, thinking about his words carefully, he felt that it was ridiculous: "... ruined the whole world?"

Shen Zhixian still wanted to ask in detail, but the bald monk laughed again, and bypassed the topic in a gag, no matter how Shen Zhixian tried, he never mentioned it.

Seeing this, Shen Zhixian didn't ask any more questions, but just made a note in his heart.

At noon, we had dinner in a restaurant in the town.

The bald monk tentatively said: "The meal money..."

Shen Zhixian glanced at him, and put a piece of silver on the table.

The bald monk laughed immediately, and called Xiao Er with ease, "Three cages of meat buns—ah no, four cages!"

He rubbed his hands excitedly: "I haven't eaten meat buns for a long time, and I can't even eat steamed buns...Well, I don't have anything to repay you, why don't I tell you a fortune?"

"You can't even afford steamed buns... I don't think it hurts you to turn into a steamed bun flower."

The bald monk acted as if he couldn't hear the teasing in Shen Zhixian's words, and winked at Shen Zhixian: "You want to tell fortunes? If you are big, you can't count. I see that you two are very compatible, how about a love affair?"

Peach blossom, marriage.

The two did not hide their intimacy with each other, and the bald monk didn't know whether he was too nervous or too open-minded. He was not surprised by their relationship, but he happily wanted to count them as a romantic relationship.

Shen Zhixian glanced at him, since the food hadn't been served anyway, he also wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the bald monk's gourd, so he didn't refuse, just sipped his tea with a smile.

He thought that the bald monk's fortune-telling was the same as the Xuanji Building, and he wanted to draw a lottery or something, but the bald monk didn't show anything, he just looked at them carefully, counting and counting, whispering in his mouth Muttering, murmuring words for a long time, then looked at the faces of the two of them again.

It seems to be counting.

Shen Zhixian still had a face fabricated by illusion.But he didn't mention it, he wanted to see what the bald monk could figure out.

The bald monk muttered for a long time, then suddenly let out a short ah, with a happy expression on his face, and said loudly, "Okay! That's great!"

His voice was so loud that everyone around him looked over.The bald monk waved his hands around, lowered his voice, leaned over and said mysteriously: "Both of you are rare good faces! I've never seen such a good face..."

These words seem to be familiar. A long time ago, before entering the Merman Secret Realm, Su Cheng, a disciple of Xuanji Building who met by chance, also said similar words when he unwrapped the lottery for Shen Zhixian.

He said that Shen Zhixian's lottery is a rare good hexagram, and the solution is "to get what you want".

Shen Zhixian was distracted and got his wish... Speaking of it, it seems pretty accurate?

In the secret realm, he got shark scales. After leaving the secret realm, ahem... he also caught a little hedgehog, so he no longer has to worry about being cannon fodder for no reason.

No matter from which point of view, this fulfillment is quite accurate.

Seeing that Shen Zhixian was distracted and ignored him, the bald monk clenched his fists, coughed a few times on his lips, forced his attention, and said solemnly: "Ahem, cough, listen to me, you are destined for love, yes Blessed by the heavens, as long as you trust each other, support each other, work together, and never leave..."

"A bunch of nonsense."

Before the bald monk finished chatting, a cold voice beside him interrupted him indifferently.

When the bald monk heard the voice, he immediately got stuck, repeated "never leave, never give up" twice, and couldn't hold back the next sentence, so he sighed angrily and muttered softly: "Why did I bump into this killing god again..."

He helplessly spread his hands at Shen Zhixian, made an apologetic gesture, and turned to look at the speaker.

Shen Zhixian also looked over.

Sitting at the table next to them was a man in a moon-white slim gown, with sword-like eyebrows and black pupils, thin lips tightly pursed, without a trace of popularity. It was frighteningly cold.

His cold aura is different from Yan Jin's. Yan Jin actually looks cold, but his indifference is more restrained, and when he doesn't explode, he is not as cold and aggressive as this man.

Only then did Shen Zhixian realize that there was no one else around him except his own table.

When the man turned his head to look, his right hand unconsciously stroked a long whip wrapped around his left wrist.

The whole body of this long whip is crimson, and the handle of the whip is painted with overlapping fire cloud patterns, as if there are clusters of fires burning on it, which does not match his aura at all.

As soon as the Bald Monk saw his whip, he was trembling. He stood up and changed to the farthest position from him and sat down. Do it!"

The author has something to say: Thank you, cute, for the 3 rocket launchers that have dreams;

Thank you for the 2 grenades that I want to have a dream;

Thank you Xiaokuo for your landmines: Have a dream x2; title Zen x1;

Thank you Xiao Kuo for your nutrient solution:

要有梦想x10、山中老人x10；鈈楠x9；123x2、nostalgiax2、初稚x2；洛青澜x1；

(づ￣3￣)づ╭mua~