C56

Fifty-Seven

After that, Dai Ze and Wen Lan notified Shen Qingchen and started to look in the direction indicated by the Nefarious Filthbird.

Mount Kunlun

Shen Qingchen stood on top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery in the distance. Wearing profound clothes that fluttered in the wind, and with a large piece of his clothes that fluttered in the wind, when a clear cry broke through the air and came over, his expression trembled, and after a moment, he extended his hand, and a large black bird flapped its wings as it assaulted over, and stopped in front of his palm.

Shen Qingchen took down a silk cloth from his feet and slowly opened it. When he saw the words, his expression changed and excitement filled his face.

On the busy street, Feng Lingjue was holding a bag of hawthorn candy and eating it with relish. Qing Yao pouted as he followed behind him.

"Why does your face feel like I owe you money?"

Feng Ling Jue said indifferently.

Qing Yao pouted his lips, raised his hands, and said unhappily, "Just now, Young Noble, you obviously looked at that candy seller's girl a few more times, could it be that Young Noble likes that kind of girl with protruding front and back?"

"…"

Feng Lingju sighed, turned around, looked at Qing Yao, bit off a candy, and said seriously, "little snake demon, where's the man? Only a normal man would like beauties that protrude from the front and rear."

(That's right, we, Feng Lingjue, are really not normal men. As for the reason, you all understand)

"Am I not beautiful?"

Qing Yao blinked her eyes and shot him a seductive look.

"It's a bit shriveled up."

Feng Ling Jue sized Qing Yao up from head to toe, then laughed and said.

Hearing that, Qing Yao's face turned green, he extended his hand out to hit Feng Lingjue, "Young Noble, you're bad!"

After they finished joking with Qing Yao, Feng Ling Jue and Feng Ling Jue continued on their way.

Qing Yao had previously said that when he met disciples of the Mount Kunlun, they would often go down the mountain to train. Originally, even if he met them, it was not something strange, it was just that Feng Lingju could not calm down at this point in time.

"Qing Yao, what did you see the cultivator from Mount Kunlun that you met earlier?"

Feng Ling Jue asked.

Qing Yao rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and then said: "They are all pretty good-looking! However, I was so frightened that I didn't even take a good look at their faces. After all, I don't think there's anyone in this world who's prettier than Young Master, hehe. "

"…"

Feng Ling Jue rubbed his forehead, "So you still want to take this opportunity to tease me?"

"I don't dare."

Qing Yao shrunk his neck.

They found a small restaurant to eat in.

Just as the two of them sat down, Feng Lingjue saw a monk sitting in a corner. He had a string of buddhist beads around his neck and a bamboo hat on his head. Beside him was a basket and a magic staff.

At this moment, the monk's gaze also shifted to this direction, his gaze sharp.

Of course, his identity was not found out by him, but by the little snake demon beside him.

With such an obvious demonic aura, it was impossible not to discover it.

"Let's go."

Feng Ling Jue stood up.

"No, I'm very hungry!"

Qing Yao said angrily.

"Let's switch to another restaurant."

Feng Ling Jue pulled Qing Yao up, and said coldly.

Naturally, he was not afraid of a mere mortal. However, if he were to be pestered by this annoying monk, he would also feel troubled.

"Oh."

Qing Yao unwillingly replied.

Just as Feng Lingju was about to leave, the head of the staff had already landed on his shoulder. A cold voice came from behind, "Sir, please wait. This humble monk has something to ask of you."

The guests in the restaurant were shocked.

"My apologies, master. Unfortunately, I have an urgent matter to attend to today. Therefore, I have to trouble you to keep this staff, so as to avoid harming others by accident."

Feng Ling Jue said indifferently, while Qing Yao, who was at the side, had already shrunk into a ball.

This Penniless Priest's staff has never harmed anyone.

The monk sneered.

Feng Lingju narrowed his eyes. "In other words, Master isn't willing to let us leave today?"

"No, Benefactor, you can leave at any time. However, you must stay behind."

Qing Yao's body trembled.

"What if I don't agree?"

Feng Ling Jue laughed.

"Then Almsgiver, please don't blame this poor monk for stopping you."

"If I want to bring her away, you won't be able to stop me, Great Master."

Immediately after, Feng Ling Jue and Qing Yao wanted to leave, so the monk rushed forward a few steps, wanting to hold Feng Ling Jue up. With a flip of his right hand, he ruthlessly twisted the hand the monk was holding onto, and the monk also did not hesitate as he kicked forward, the magic staff in his hand tinkling non-stop. At this moment, more than half of the customers in the restaurant had fled in panic.

With a palm, Feng Lingjue slammed his palm down on the monk's chest like he was picking a leaf from a flower. The monk was pushed back and held onto his chest, so much that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Let's go!"

Feng Ling Jue immediately grabbed Qing Yao and left.

After running for an unknown amount of time and confirming that they had lost the monk, the two of them finally stopped at a bamboo forest.

At this time, the sky had already darkened …

"Young master! "You're too amazing!"

Qing Yao gasped, but still couldn't resist praising.

"You think you're too much of a troublemaker?"

Feng Ling Jue stretched his arms. It had been too long since a fight had broken out, and even his bones were a little stiff.

"How can this be blamed on me?"

Qing Yao curled his lips.

"Forget it, give me your hand."

Feng Ling Jue stopped in his tracks.

Qing Yao doubtfully stretched out his hand towards Feng Ling Jue. After blinking his eyes, he grinned, "What? Young master wants to hold hands? "Alright, I'll hold onto your hand. I'll hold onto your hand."

"…"

Feng Ling Jue's movements paused, and after a moment he helplessly shook his head. He gently held onto Qing Yao's fingertip, and with a slight movement of his mind, a bright light floated out from Qing Yao's palm. Qing Yao was startled, "Young Noble, what did you do?"

"This way, you won't be discovered as a demon by those Taoists. Otherwise, the trouble would still be me."

Feng Ling Jue said indifferently, then let go of her hand.

"It's that magical?"

Qing Yao laughed as he looked at his hand, and rubbed his hand from time to time, "Young master just held my hand!"

"…"

Looking at Qing Yao's infatuated look, the corner of Feng Ling Jue's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"But Young Master, who exactly are you? "He looks so powerful. Is he some amazing person?"

Qing Yao's eyes lit up.

"This …"

Feng Ling Jue let out a hollow laugh. How was he supposed to answer?

Just as Feng Lingju was considering how to respond, a sharp voice suddenly rang in the air. Raising his head, he caught a glimpse of that bright white scene and was immediately startled.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]