Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 100 What a cold monk

The dappled sunlight swayed with the leaves, swaying back and forth on the people who were sitting quietly.

Chen Yuan clasped her hands on her chin, resting on her open knees. In her eyes, a group of puppets were commanded by Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong to gallop and jump in the forest, and quickly and silently threw themselves on the old cow's back. Monkeys are generally shaken by the old cow, and the hooves are kicked out.

It stands to reason that torture by the underworld will inevitably lead to the ins and outs, and there is no need for Ba Ye to hide it from others, unless these people really don't know who sent them, just like the behind-the-scenes masters who remotely commanded in some movies and TV shows in later generations. '

'...These people are recruited from all over the world to do these things.The man was afraid that others would know the secrets of the Devil's Lair... Maybe it made sense that there was no sect title. '

'However, being harassed by them like this is not a solution. There should be several groups of people who are still inquiring about the information about torture. When the man went back yesterday, he must have told his companions about the incident. Maybe he will come here? '

In the noisy scene in the field of vision, Chen Yuan propped her chin, thinking that her head hurts, and she wanted to call Er Ye and the others, but they were busy practicing eighty puppets, not to mention this kind of thing where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the clear. Couldn't have given a better opinion.

"It seems that it is better to prepare the story of a counselor...Jiang Taigong? No...I guess he has a god, and he should not be in the Hall of Heroes, and I don't know many of them...Then write two operas for Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu first... ..."

After making up her mind, Chen Yuan dug out the pens, inks, papers and inkstones she always had in the carriage, went to the stream on the mountain to fetch a bag of water and came back. In the hut, she began to start the story of the two of them "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage", "War with the Confucians", "Calling Wang Lang Before the Battle", and the latter's "Burning the Red Cliff", "Zhou Yu Beating Huang Gai".

The story can only be remembered roughly, and Chen Yuan cannot be expected to write it down intact, unless she personally asks the two of them to revise it later.But at that time, it is estimated that Chen Yuan can remake a song, such as Zhou Yu's "Burning the Demon Mountain".

"almost."

Eloquently wrote a few pieces of paper, Chen Yuan blew on the wet ink, and hung them one by one under the eaves of the thatched cottage to dry. After the leader fought against the old cow's addiction, he discussed with them how to deal with it.

Zhang Fei's puppet sat on a small rock, slapped his legs with a thick beard.

"The enemy is dark and we are clear, looking for trouble, it is better to let them come!"

Guan Yu, who was sitting with a golden knife beside him, closed his eyes and nodded, stroked his beard, "There is nothing to discuss, Guan feels that Yide's words are feasible."

The rest of the puppets, such as Qin Qiong, Yu Chigong, and Lu Bu, did not speak. Those who touched the halberd touched the halberd, and those who whispered to each other spoke.Chen Yuan looked at them, and after thinking about it, there was indeed nothing to discuss. The initiative was in the hands of the other party, so they could only set up traps to counter them.

After thinking about it, he told them how to arrange it, and discussed how to deal with it. He kept saying that the white porridge in the iron pot was burnt before giving up.

After taking a few casual bites, Chen Yuan pulled the carriage to the side of the thatched hut. There were puppets hidden in the car and among the huts. Even the master was designated by him to choose a few big trees. Kill from above.

The old cow chewed the green grass and watched the owner busy with a group of puppets leisurely, even thought it was funny, then... Chen Yuan pinched his ears, took him to the fire that had just risen and crawled down.

"It can also be used to block the first gear when necessary."

Hearing this, the old cow trembled all over.

The sky was gradually sinking, everything was properly arranged, and Chen Yuan was ready to use the technique of maintaining the integrity with the dark wood at any time. Who knows if the other party will suddenly attack.

The night was quiet, insects neighed in the grass, Chen Yuan fiddled with sparks, vigilantly observing the wind and grass in the surroundings, the weeds, shrubs, and puppets on the branches were also lurking.

The crazy old man sat on a branch, leaning against the trunk of the tree, waving his hands to drive away the buzzing mosquitoes, and occasionally yawned long. If it wasn't for his apprentice's advice, he would have gone to sleep long ago.

As time passed, the burning bonfire became smaller and smaller, and finally extinguished and smoke rose. Sitting in front of the fire, Chen Yuan was woken up by the cold wind in the morning. She opened her eyes suddenly, and the eastern sky showed a warm red sun.

Nothing happened overnight.

"Do those people know about my arrangement?" According to a previous contact, Chen Yuan has a general understanding of the temperament of this group of people, and their methods are mostly vicious and vicious. It is almost impossible to give up with such a temperament.

Uh...how does it feel like I'm talking about myself...

Over there, Guan Zhang and other puppets in the grass also came back one by one. When Qin Qiong called the puppets back to the car and waited, Guan Yu came to him on a red rabbit pony.

"There is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days."

Lu Bu also approached on a rouge horse, and snorted coldly: "It's better to lure the enemy deep."

"Who's going?" Zhang Fei yelled loudly, and then he saw Guan Yu, Lu Bu, and Yu Chi Gong all looking over, and Zhang Fei immediately swung his snake spear and turned his head away: "Why should I go?"

"You scold people very badly!" Lu Bu replied casually.

"Three family slaves!"

Lu Bu raised his halberd and pointed at Zhang Fei who was glaring with big eyes, and sneered at everyone, "Look, isn't it?!"

The noise started again early in the morning, which made Chen Yuan laugh and waved at them, "It's still not advisable to lure the enemy, have you forgotten that I am no longer the hero of the past? Let's run like this, anyone with a discerning eye will See the flaws, and, where do we go to lure the enemy."

This stumped the few heroes, it was completely different from leading troops to fight in life, the enemies were all high-level cultivators, and there might be strange magic techniques to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

Just like the previous barbarian priests, they could know who killed their cavalry through divination.

Chen Yuan was silent for a moment at this time, what Er Ye said was right, if it is a thousand days to guard against thieves, then there is nothing to do, just wait for them here.

It's better to do what needs to be done. On the other side of the Devil's Nest, Tianshi Mansion, Juling Mansion, and Lihuomen are also joining forces. Then they will hardly have the energy to spend with me.

'Then what is the thing to do? '

Chen Yuan looked at the white clouds floating in the sky, remembered what she said to Taoist Mingguang when she left Luodu, she slapped her knees, and beckoned everyone to get in the car.

"I haven't been to the Northwest Desert yet, and it's already autumn. If I don't kill a few more, they should go back for the winter."

He gathered the operas that were drying under the thatched hut, folded them and wrapped them up. With a thought, an eagle flew out from the carriage, grabbed the opera story directly from Chen Yuan's hand, shook its wings, and rushed towards the blue sky with a long cry. Sky.

"Master! Let's go!"

The old cow pulled the carriage over, Chen Yuan yelled towards the woods, the tree cage shook, and with a bang, a body fell down, so frightened that Chen Yuan hurried forward, and before he could help, the crazy old man's head Looking around with a circle of branches on top.

"Finished? Hey, isn't that called a teacher?!"

"They didn't come. Those people may be smart." Chen Yuan smiled and helped Master into the car, and the latter hurriedly leaned out half of his body and pointed to the campfire, "Don't forget to take the pot, don't you?" What do we eat!"

Amidst the old man's bluffing, Qingniu let out a 'moo', and when the iron pot was summoned by its owner, it walked slowly down the mountain road with its hooves. Gu Mu continued to swear with each other.

While driving the old cow, Chen Yuan held "Miscellaneous Suspicions of Huangchuan" and read it vigorously. She walked slowly westward along the official road, and before she knew it, a long time passed. The Taoists taught them to find some weeds in the forest and mix them with millet to cook a pot of vegetable porridge.

Sprinkled with some fine salt, it was still not as tasty as Sun Zhengde made it.

"Sure enough, it depends on talent..."

"My Buddha is merciful!"

At this time, the sound of the Buddha's horn sounded, interrupting Chen Yuan's fun of cooking porridge. Looking at the way back and forth with her master, a monk in a light gray monk's robe came on foot against the rays of the sun.

When the other party approached, he saw a stern face and a divine light in his eyes, so that Chen Yuan couldn't help but praise: "What an ascetic monk."

The monk seemed to have heard it, and turned his face coldly, but he kept his courtesy and bowed slightly.

"Benefactor, little monk Zhenhai, can you have a relationship?"

　Today's second update, I encountered trouble before, and I came back very late, so I hurriedly wrote Chapter 2 for everyone.

　　Sorry for the delayed update, Chapter 3 will be moved to tomorrow.

　　
　
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