Weng Zhongwen also didn't speak for a while. After a while, he slowly spoke: "Qiu Jin, if it weren't for you back then, Weng would have died in Wanshou Mountain long ago. He has lived so many years longer than his two junior brothers. He is already There’s a lot of money to be made from blood.”
The Taoist priest Jianqiu, who called Qiu Jin by name, was definitely showing signs of aging at this time, and his demeanor in the immortal family dropped sharply. He patted Qiu Jin on the shoulder and said, "Don't think I'm being pretentious. You boy have come back this time and become a dragon again." Shu Wulin, this matter has been known to the whole world. Now in this world, there are countless people who want to take your life. They would like to cut off your head and spread the news everywhere... Therefore, you must take care of it in the future, and at least keep it. Don’t let this life die unclearly!”
After hearing this, Qiu Jin laughed, patted his chest, grinned and said loudly: "I, Qiu Jin, am the most famous bastard in the world. I don't know how many blood debts I have owed to others in my life. I have died so many times." Okay, there’s no need to pay back anything, it’s settled once and for all, let’s clear the account!”
Ye Yiran, the princess of the Western Region who was kneeling next to him, heard what he said and thought to himself: "What a 'best bastard in the world'. This guy is quite self-aware. This title is really appropriate."
Ling Zhen doesn't quite agree with these remarks, but still feels that only when people are alive can they have everything.
Although it is easy to die, there is nothing left.
"As for debts, pay them back bit by bit. There will always be a time when they are all repaid. It's easy to be too anxious to eat hot tofu."
Weng Zhongwen said in a deep voice, "Since you are still alive now, you should live well. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of those who died before you?"
Qiu Jin felt that this statement made sense, so he hummed, took another sword from the table, and carried the black sword named "Open Tianmen" behind his back again.
Another golden sword was attached to his waist. He took the package containing a large number of pills and shook it a few times. Qiu Jin bowed his hands again and said: "Old man, I'm leaving. You... also try to live a few more years."
Seeing this, the owner of Jianlu, Er Jue, couldn't help but punch him, pointed at Qiu Jin, and laughed and cursed: "You stinky boy, get out of here. If you don't hold Zai Yang's head in the future, you are not allowed to do it again." Step into my bamboo hut!"
The old Taoist priest pointed to the big cloth bag filled with various treasures on the ground, and said with a look of disgust: "I want the calligraphy and paintings inside. I can barely read them by hanging them up. As for the gold and silver jewelry, you can take them all." Come on, I don’t want such a tacky thing, it’s of no use! Don’t let it stain the poor Taoist’s eyes.”
The corners of Ling Zhen's mouth rose.
I just said that an old Taoist priest would not accept such vulgar things.
"Okay, okay, I got it!"
Qiu Jin responded repeatedly, casually saying "Don't give up, don't give up", then put the package containing the elixir into a big cloth bag, and dragged the bag slowly towards the princess of Tianluo Kingdom who was kneeling on the ground.
He pulled Ye Yiran up from the ground with one arm and said politely: "Red-haired monster, I won't kill you, but I won't let you go either. There is no reason to let a tiger go back to the mountain easily. From now on, wherever I go, you You have to follow wherever you go, and you are not allowed to leave even half a step without permission, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences, do you understand?"
Without waiting for the princess to reply, Qiu Jin once again picked her up with both arms, like a baby.
Carrying a giant cloth bag behind him, he walked out of the bamboo hut by the stream with striding steps like the wind.
"You, you...let me go! You damn bastard, let me go!"
Ye Yiran fluttered desperately in Qiu Jin's arms, but it certainly didn't help.
All I could hear was this big bastard named Qiu saying: "Brother Ling, it's time for us to go to the next place."
Ling Zhen then bid farewell to the old Taoist surnamed Weng, left the Jianlu Bamboo House built in the forest, and walked side by side with Brother Qiu.
Arriving at the end of the water bridge, Qiu Jin first put the red-haired princess in his arms on the back of the Purple Thunder Horse, and then he skillfully climbed onto the horse and sat behind her.
In front of him is a delicate body with warm and fragrant soft jade, and beside him is his good brother Ling Zhen, who is wearing a green robe and a white horse.
Qiu Jin was in a very good mood at the moment. He was always used to joking with women for fun, so he whispered softly: "By the way, red-haired monster, your body is so fragrant, are you not afraid of attracting flies?"
Ling Zhen was overjoyed.
As for Ye Yiran, who had been sucked in by Qiu Jin, he was ashamed and annoyed, his face flushed as red as an apple, and he said three words angrily: "I want you to take care of it!"
"You won't let me take care of it, but I insist on taking care of it!"
Qiu Jinzhi said with a proud smile. He suddenly reined in his horse and rode away with Juechen in a free and easy manner. He left the water bridge and ran wildly in the forest.
The wind blows by the temples, and the green robe flutters.
Ling Zhen jerked the reins vigorously and rode the white-haired horse with swift hooves, following closely behind the two of them.
Nowadays, the horse's hooves are fast, and it is a pleasure to make friends, but it is a world of dust.
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The large quantity of elixirs, which were identified by Qiu Jin as being really useful, as well as those gold and silver treasures, were too heavy to bear on the body.
So Ling Zhen suggested putting everything into his Mustard Seed Sumeru storage ring for convenience.
Qiu Jin believed in his new "Brother Ling", so he readily agreed. He also said that this would be a good idea. Riding a horse along the way would save a lot of energy in carrying things.
After bidding farewell to his old friend Weng Zhongwen, Qiu Jin, who was riding Zi Lei, tied up Ye Yi Ran and set off north again, traveling with Ling Zhen, who was riding a tall white horse.
Ling Zhen had many praises for Qiu Jin's mount.
Qiu Jin laughed it off.
On the way, they chatted with each other. Ling and Qiu often chatted unscrupulously, as if Ye Yiran was deaf.
We stopped and stopped, but we were not in a hurry.
Ling Zhen knew that once he came, he would make peace with it.
I can’t get out anyway!
Ling Zhen secretly thought.
When you reach the fifth level of enlightenment here, you can leave here.
Judging from the current cultivation base, there is still a big gap.
One of the questions Qiu Jin asked more often was about the world "outside". Are there any brothels or brothels, happy places where men can drink and have fun?
If so, what is the fragrant scene inside? What are the similarities and differences with where you live?
Ling Zhen, who was taken to the Land of Rouge by the "Celestial Star" Lingwei Yuan when he was just ten years old, has the same passion as Qiu Jin Qiqi. They are both experts in flowers and are well versed in this. There is no doubt that the conversation will be quite interesting. many.
Ling Zhen and Qiu Jin, two "old foxes", spoke clearly and eloquently. It was really a joy to be immersed in it and it was difficult to extricate themselves.
Ye Yiran felt extremely physically and mentally uncomfortable with such vulgar remarks about male and female affairs, but he could not help but listen.
So I can only pretend to be deaf and can't hear anything. I don't listen or ask, let alone pay any attention to it.
Just like two bugs farting next to you.
