The Monk

Chapter 269: Discussion

"I don't know, there is a tower outside the valley, have you seen it? Every sixty years, the tower door opens wide, and all the masters who have cultivated human form will enter the tower to test. Those who succeed can break the tower and fly away from this world, and those who fail can fly away from this world. Come back and continue to practice, but I don’t see many people every time, and I don’t see anyone ascending from this world. Over the past thousands of years, a few unlucky people have lost their lives, haha, you are not overestimating your own abilities!”

What Hu Ping said made Zhang afraid more and more frightened. What kind of power exists here? Thinking of the Bone Forest again, my God, why are there so many terrifying existences?

Hu Ping laughed a few times, then frowned and said, "What should I do with you? Forget it, come with me." After saying this, he didn't care about Zhang Ying's reaction and walked straight towards Shishan. Zhang Ai hesitated for a moment and knew he had no choice, so he had to follow Hu Ping obediently. Fatty Fu Ling was very happy. He learned some spells and jumped at the end.

Zhang Ai thought that the armor was in the way, so he put it away and changed into a white shirt. Hu Ping nodded after seeing it: "These clothes are not bad, what kind of armor are you wearing?" Zhang Ai thought: "It's so dangerous here, why don't you wear armor and wait to die? ”

The three of them climbed rocky mountains, lived in the woods, and entered the boundless prairie. The living tree actually let Hu Ping walk on his own, as if he was not a monster. After Zhang Wen thought about it, he had already cultivated into a human form and could not really be regarded as a monster.

Zhang was afraid that as soon as Zhang entered the grassland, countless monsters would move upon hearing the wind, and they would gather in a dark mass to block the way. Hu Ping pretended that all these monster beasts did not exist, and softly uttered two words: "Get out." Thousands of monster beasts immediately scattered in all directions.

Zhang was very impressed, this is his strength! Two words can scare away millions of soldiers. The more awesome you are, the more awesome you will be!

Hu Ping didn't care what Zhang Ain was thinking at all, and walked lazily on the grass. The strong wind in the grassland made his white robe fly, making him look like a fairy. Zhang was afraid of following him in disgrace, and was always thinking about how to escape safely from here.

After walking a few more steps, it actually started to rain, filling the sky with wisps of rain, connecting the sky and the earth. Hu Ping suddenly asked: "There must be some poems that can express the artistic conception at this time, right?"

Zhang Ain was stunned for a moment, what do you mean? What does rain have to do with poetry? He was stunned and didn't answer. Hu Ping tilted his head and asked again: "Don't you ever listen to poetry?"

Zhang was afraid of being completely frozen. What kind of monster was this? He felt a little depressed. However, wandering around in the vast world, I have more or less heard some excellent works by sour Confucian scholars shaking their heads. He said, "I have heard a few of them, but I don't have a clear understanding of the artistic conception."

"Oh? Tell me." Hu Ping was very cheerful. Zhang Ping searched his head and said a few words, such as how the rain made people heartbroken, how the misty sky was broad and the rain fell ruthlessly, etc. Hu Ping was very happy when he heard this, stroking his hands and said: "It's really a good poem, it's really a good mood, no wonder Saying that this world is the real thing is just a flashy thought for you and me.”

The big tiger of feelings is very easy to learn and knowledgeable, but Zhang Ai was thinking about it randomly while walking. Hu Ping said again: "Silver hooks enter the water and stir up waves in the four seas; sitting vertically in the south of the Yangtze River, you can fish all over the world. This is so heroic and ambitious. If you can, I really want to go out and see it."

Tiger Hero's mind is full of leaps and bounds. From rain to fishing, he still wants to go out? Aren't you going to disturb the world when you go out? I didn't dare to say these words out loud, they were all kept in my stomach. Hu Ping glanced at him: "What are you thinking about? Am I going to be a disaster if I go out?"

Zhang was so frightened that the big tiger could see through people's hearts?

Hu Ping just said that and did not investigate what Zhang Ain was thinking. He said to himself: "In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I am fishing alone in a boat. I really want to go out and have a look. Hey, where do you think Jiangnan is?"

Zhang Awei shook his head: "I don't know." Where did the big tiger in his mind hear these sentences? What a flashy thought, what misty Jiangnan, I have traveled to Yue, Song, Lu, Qi, and the Warring States Period, and I have never heard of it. The place name Jiangnan.

Hu Ping was very disappointed with this answer. He glanced at Zhang Ai and shook his head slightly. In the blink of an eye, other thoughts flashed in his mind and he said happily: "Let's go, fishing in rainy days is the most artistic. I will take you fishing."

Ever since he met Hu Ping, Zhang Ping was constantly surprised, and now he was shocked again. The big tiger was actually a romantic monster. He was instigated by someone to enter the demonic barrier, which made him yearn for human life. I spend all day thinking about how to enter the world.

Huping didn't care what Zhang Awei was thinking. He grabbed him with one hand and lifted the fat baby with the other hand. He stepped harder. Zhang Awei felt the sky and the earth shaking. In the blink of an eye, he came to the edge of a winding stream. There was a stone in front of him. Building houses are built, and at the end of the stream is a Wangbi Lake. Hu Ping went into the house and took out a fishing rod and asked Zhang Ai: "I made it, how is it?"

Zhang Wen quickly slapped Hu Ping and said yes. Hu Ping was very satisfied. He laughed and sat down by the lake. He dug out a worm in the soil and hung it on the fishhook. He shook his hand and the hook fell into the water. He sat quietly and waited for the greedy fish to take the bait. .

This is the Valley of Refining Gods, and the fish in the lake are of course extraordinary. How can they be easily deceived by insects? Let Hu sit there for a long time and gain nothing, but looking at his calm and calm look, it is obvious that he does not mean this. Sure enough, I sat down and pulled out another poem: "A grasshopper by the river, fishing alone for snow in the cold river, snow is coming." With a wave of his hand, snow began to float in the sky, and mixed with the drizzle into the lake. .

Watching the snow and rain fall, Zhang Wei felt that the big tiger might have been alone for too long, so he would do boring things, such as being arty, sitting around fishing, or using spells needlessly just for casual remarks. He sighed secretly and sat aside in silence.

This sat for a whole day and a night, the sky turned dark and bright, the rain had stopped, and the snow was still dancing. The fat baby squeezed in between the two of them and fell asleep. The tiger was frightened but still as silent as a stone statue, letting the fine snow Bury the two of them into snowmen. As the day and night passed, even a fool could tell that Hu Ping was not fishing at all, perhaps just another way to relieve his loneliness.

The two sat for a while longer. Hu Ping raised his hand to retract the spell, and the flying snow stopped dancing. He stood up and shook off the snow and said, "Three meals are required. I've heard of it but never seen it. What does it look like for you humans to have a meal?" There is a touch of sadness in it, is it because your fate is unfair?

Zhang was afraid that he felt the same, so he stood up and shook off the snow, took out the wine, meat and food and put them on the table. They were all cooked food or fresh vegetables. Hu Ping was pleasantly surprised when he saw it, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "This is good, this is good, you are much more interesting than those people. You only have some tattered spiritual stone materials and so on, but no food." He was talking about the past when he entered the valley. The cultivators he killed. There may be no shortage of meat in the Valley of the Gods, but there is no food, vegetables or seasonings at all. Even roasting meat over fire is tasteless, leaving people with no desire to eat.

Hu Ping returned to the stone house and moved out the stone table and benches, rearranged the dishes and sat down straightly, looking very solemn. He poured a glass of spiritual wine and raised it to Zhang Wen: "I haven't had this for a long time. I'll rest after getting drunk today!" Say it and do it all.