The Monk

Chapter 1,212 I met the young master

After he withdrew from the Red Pavilion, he moved to the Nongwang Palace. There were many close friends here, such as Nonda and Seven Fairies, plus his best friend Fourteen. It was natural for him to live here. It's much happier than staying in Hongge.

At this time, Zhang was afraid that he wanted to see Shi Shi in the shrine. When the golden-armored guard heard this, the most troublesome person in the shrine now was Shi Shi. No one wanted to provoke him, so someone asked him politely: "If you dare to ask your name, sir, it will be convenient for us." "Communication."

Zhang Ping said: "My name is Zhang Ping." The guard didn't know who Zhang Ping was, but he just thought the name was so weird. Could it be used as a name? Say "wait a moment" and fly to the shrine. He came back half an hour later, and the person traveling with him was Thirteenth Lang. When he saw Zhang Ai, he burst out laughing: "Are you not dead yet? You are really alive."

Zhang Wen said depressedly: "What are you talking about?" He gestured to the guards in front of him, greeted Thirteenth Lang, and then the two of them flew towards the shrine. At this moment, Thirteenth Lang spoke more normally and asked, "How have you been lately?" As he spoke, he looked Zhang Wei up and down, and then said, "You seem to have become stronger again."

Zhang Aixiao replied: "That's right. Is Shi Shi here?" "Yes, of course he is. This guy only wants to torture the King of Soldiers. He doesn't want to go anywhere else." Shi San Lang said with a smile.

Zhang Wen asked again: "Do you know about Xiguan?" Thirteenth Lang shook his head and said: "When I was in the Red Pavilion, I could receive some news about Xiguan, but now we are in a group of our own. Except for the Nongwang Palace, there are no more people like us, and the news has become blocked. Even in the Divine Palace, if you ask us, there are still people who know. As long as we leave here and protect the vastness of the starry sky, we are unknown. "

There was a bit of injustice and complaint in his words. Zhang Ping smiled and said, "Didn't you find it yourself?" Thirteenth Lang said with a smile, "What did I find for myself? What does it have to do with me? It was clearly Fourteenth who wanted to do this. No! The Fourteenth got into trouble with the King of Soldiers because he was protecting you. Speaking of which, the source is still with you."

Okay, after talking about it, it was about him. Zhang Ain smiled, changed the subject and asked: "How are Nunda and the others?" Thirteenth replied: "It's not bad. There were eighty-one people in total at the beginning. , scattered and hidden among the stars. Later, the Fourteenth became famous and attracted many old relatives of the Farmer King, but most of them were people with low cultivation level. Only forty-five of the eighty-one people came back, and there were Nearly half of the people are missing, and not many of the Nong King's old subordinates are willing to come back. There are only more than 300 people now. How can this little strength compete with the Soldier King if Fourteen hadn't suddenly become extremely powerful? People are already dead."

Zhang was afraid that he knew what he was telling the truth. When the Farmer King was alive, his power was not as powerful as the Soldier King. After his death, how could he have strong men to join the Fourteenth Army? So he said with a smile: "You know that the situation here at Shi Shi is not very good, but you still come here? Aren't you stupid?"

Thirteen chuckled and said: "If we talk about stupidity, who in the world dares to compare with you? A stupid person like you can survive until now, let alone me, who is also a master from the Red Pavilion, so it's no big deal. "

Zhang was worried that he would be called depressed for a moment. He originally wanted to make fun of Thirteen, but was made fun of instead, so he smiled and said, "You are much more cheerful than before." Thirteen chuckled and said, "We are with Fatty Nong every day. , it’s hard not to think cheerfully.” At this point, he hesitated and said, “Let’s take the seven fairies away when we come back this time. There are a group of grown men everywhere, and it’s not convenient for the seven of them to stay here.”

What? Zhang Ai was stunned for a moment, Seven Fairies? Immediately, seven beautiful septuplets appeared in his mind, and he blurted out, "Seven of them are back too?" Thirteen said in a gracious voice, "They live in the same courtyard where you used to live. They usually don't come out, and we can't go in. I haven't seen them since I came here. They must be becoming more and more indifferent. Speaking of which, I will be more happy when I am with you, so you can take them away. "

"No." Zhang refused instinctively. Just kidding, before going out, Cheng Xier specifically asked him not to bring any more women back, but not only did he bring him back, but seven of them were brought back, and they were seven beauties with the same appearance! If this was brought back to Tianlei Mountain... Zhang couldn't help but stop and wonder what would happen then.

Seeing him stop, Shisan stopped and asked, "What's wrong?" Then he asked again, "Why not?"

Zhang Ping shook his head and said it was okay, and the two continued to move forward. Thirteen refused to let him go easily, and asked: "Why not? The seven of them are beautiful and sensible, and they never show kindness to others. They only see that you can smile a few more times. Isn't it good for you to take them with you? ? Are you worried that you won’t be able to protect them? This is just too much worry. Even the Lord God is not willing to embarrass you for seven women, let alone others.”

Zhang Ping asked smoothly: "Why aren't you with them?" Thirteen curled his lips and said: "They don't like me, why should I bother them?" The Zhang Ping Yile mentioned in this sentence is obviously two people who have won The immortal god was talking, but it sounded like two boring people chatting in the mortal world. He then asked: "What can Fourteen say?" Thirteen replied: "What can Fourteen say? This guy is bent on making trouble. The King of Death Soldiers doesn’t have the time to care about other things.”

The two of them chatted and soon arrived at the Farm Palace. The once glorious and majestic Farm Palace had now become much dilapidated. Many places had old walls and new tiles, and many places remained in a collapsed state without repairs.

Zhang Ping asked out of curiosity: "What's going on?" He asked why it wasn't repaired? Thirteen knew what he was asking, and replied helplessly: "Fourteen must be like this. He said that he should remember these things, and the old subordinates of the Farm King thought so too. What is the teacher who never forgets the past and the future? We must remember all hatred and never forget our roots.”

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Ai said with a helpless smile. Thirteen said: "Whatever it is, Fourteen must make these old walls and new tiles anyway. From what I heard, there is no need to make the house brand new. It's just for one person to live in. Why bother? ?”

The two of them came to the gate of the Nong Palace. When the gate guard saw him, he greeted Shisan respectfully, but turned his questioning eyes to Zhang Afraid, wanting to know who he was. Thirteen smiled and said: "He is a guest of the Nong Palace." He took Zhang Wen into the palace.

As he walked inside, he asked Zhang Ao: "Going to see Shi Shi?" Zhang Ao said: "Of course I want to see him." So he walked straight to the Nongwang Hall. The Nongwang Palace is quite large. To outsiders, the entire Nongwang Palace is the Nongwang Palace, regardless of how many courtyards there are.

Fourteen did not live in the place where King Nong once lived. Instead, he lived near Zhang Ain's former residence. There was no yard, just a row of bungalows against the wall. Fourteen occupied one of them.

At this time, Thirteen and Zhang Weifang walked in. Fourteenth had already noticed it and went out to greet him. When he saw Zhang Weifeng, he smiled softly and whispered: "You are really awesome. How long have you not seen me and you have become a master?" Zhang Weisheng? Afraid said with a smile: "Not as good as you."

In the past, Shi Shi had always been unsmiling, as cold as ice, and rarely spoke. Unexpectedly, this time he saw Zhang Ping say a few more words, and his face was no longer cold and rigid. Hearing Zhang Awei speak like this, Fourteenth said in a low voice: "You have a big heart." This meant that Zhang Awei thought too far. He only reached the thirteenth level and wanted to be better than Fourteenth.

Zhang Ai smiled and said, "You have to dare to think." Shi Shi also smiled and said, "You can think as much as you like." Then he asked, "Is something wrong?" Zhang Ai said, "Yes." As he spoke, he looked at Fourteen Bow to express your gratitude, thanking him for protecting you before.

Fourteen stepped aside and said: "No need to thank me, you should go and thank Punishing God. He got me out of prison just to protect you." Zhang Ain smiled and said: "No matter what, you always have to thank me. you."

After Zhang Awei got up, Fourteen asked: "You came all the way to thank me for the special trip?" Zhang Awei said yes and added: "If there is anything I need help with, sir, just ask me."

Fourteen smiled and said: "What are my orders? If you had come earlier, you might have been able to help me fight. We are all in harmony now, so I don't need you."

Zhang was afraid that he knew that Shi Shi was talking politely and didn't want to get involved in his affairs, so he didn't ask any more questions. He thought about it and said, "Sir, if you have nothing to do and assign me, I will leave."

He said to leave, and Thirteen shouted from the side: "Don't leave, are you leaving just now? You should at least have a glass of water and wine. Where is your spiritual wine?"

Zhang Ping took out some spiritual wine, and the three of them grabbed a few tables outside the house, sat on the floor, and started drinking. Thirteen said again: "Wait, I'll call the fat man." As he spoke, the figure disappeared. When he came back again, there was a friendly fat man beside him, looking at Zhang Ying and laughing. Zhang Fei stood up to greet him, but it was Fatty Nongda who said first, "I've met Mr."

Zhang Ain smiled and scolded: "Fake it or not, you have never called me that before." Nongda laughed: "Thirteenth told me that you are now very powerful, so of course you have to address me respectfully."

Fourteen interrupted and said to Zhang Awei: "You have the nerve to talk about others? What did you call me just now?" Zhang Awei laughed and raised his glass to drink. At this time, Thirteen said again: "There are still seven people who haven't come."

ah? Zhang Awei was stunned, and then seven charming and beautiful women appeared in front of him. Each of them was so beautiful, wearing seven-color dresses. They walked up to Zhang Awei, gave him a slight blessing, and called out: "I have seen the young master." ”

The seven women have the same appearance, and they are the seven fairies sent by the King of Nong to serve Zhang Ping. Seeing the seventh daughter saying hello to him, Zhang Wen stood up hurriedly, returned the greetings one by one, and then said: "Please sit down." But they were sitting on the floor, so forget about a few gentlemen. How can you make the seventh daughter sit on the ground too? Then he took out seven soft cushions, spread them on the ground, and invited the seven women to sit down.

Although the seventh woman looked cold and did not show a smile, a hint of warmth flashed in her eyes after seeing Zhang Weifang. After sitting down next to Zhang Weifeng, a woman took the initiative to help pour the wine, and then raised a glass to Zhang Weifeng. Afraid, she said: "I have been taking care of you so much before, but I have never been able to thank you. Today is a rare occasion, so I would like to thank you with a glass of water and wine." After speaking, the seven women stood up again and raised their glasses to drink. Zhang Wen had no choice but to get up and drink, thinking: Thirteen is really thinking about himself too much, ugh.