"You talk so much nonsense!"

There is no such thing as a disciple!

The woman in green waved her sleeves, her paintbrush spread ink in the air, and a classical wooden door stood in front of the man in black. You could leave here by just taking a step forward.

Zhou Jinru said softly: "You are not a human being. If my guess is correct, you should be a concept."

There was a crack in the wooden door.

"The painting by the crazy monk is useful to you, but not very useful. He did understand something, but you basically can't use it because of your realm."

The wooden door is half open.

"You have been trying to stabilize your own state, but the effect is not good. You are very conflicted, because if you cannot stabilize your state, you will eventually become an irrational monster, or you will no longer be who you are now, but to stabilize your state means

You have to pay more, so you want to close yourself in even more, even if you are waiting to die, you would rather bear it alone."

The wooden door was completely opened.

Zhou Jinru stepped out in one step.

boom!

The wooden door slammed shut, the door panel hit his nose hard, and the man in black suddenly fell to the floor.

The woman in green had an ugly expression on her face: "Who are you, and what is your relationship with my sister, or who are you from Dayan?!"

"No, I am nothing. I don't know your sister. Who is she? I have basically nothing to do with Dayan, and I am not from Dayan."

Zhou Jinru got up from the ground with a serious expression: "With your intelligence, can't you think of why I know this?"

There are some things that only people of the same kind can relate to. The woman in Tsing Yi stared at the man's face: "You'd better not lie to me."

"I never lie."

"Then tell me, who are you?"

"I am a wanderer, and I have been wandering in this land for a long, long time."

In the past forty years, the main reason why Zhou Jinru has not opened a hole to travel through time is that he cannot effectively stabilize his own state. Every time he uses a point of strength, the coldness from deep in his heart will increase. He wants to

It takes a long time to offset.

If we continuously travel through the void and go directly to 1098, the final result is likely to be that the person who actually arrived in that year is already another Zhou Jinru.

He thought of many ways, but he could only use day after day and long years to stabilize his condition. Even so, there were several fluctuations.

When the nymphomaniac monk took out the painting, Zhou Jinru realized his true purpose and used the power of the painting to stabilize and strengthen it.

It's enough for ordinary humans, but the woman in front of her cannot be stabilized by just one painting, otherwise she wouldn't have made such a move.

"We are the same kind, and only the same kind can understand each other's difficulties."

The woman in green clothes stared at Zhou Jinru's face, as if confirming something, she shook her head: "Impossible, it is impossible for existences like us to be born in this era, you must be lying to me!"

"Whether you believe it or not, it's true."

Zhou Jinru looked around. The enclosed space where the Tsing Yi woman was hiding seemed to be an attic. It was filled with large and small shelves, as well as various books and scrolls, and even a lot of bamboo slips.

"You have a cave of your own here."

"You are not allowed to chop randomly!"

"Okay, I won't look around. You like painting, right? I once made a mistake and led a very good painter Miao Zi astray, and I will never come back."

The woman in Tsing Yi's expression froze: "What did you do?"

"I opened the door to a new world for that painter."

Zhou Jinru's smiling expression was uglier than crying.

"What is the door to the new world?"

He quickly shut his mouth, determined not to say another word.

Just kidding, if it happened once, it would be enough. If it happened again, he would rather die.

"Look, we now know the basics. Can you tell me your name?"

"Who knows everything about you?!"

"Okay, in that case, open the door and let me go back."

The woman in green thought for a while and decisively refused: "No, unless you tell me the answer to the question just now."

She had closed herself off for many years, so long that she had forgotten what the real earth was like. Now that she had the opportunity, how could she let it go?

Zhou Jinru shook his head repeatedly: "Then tell me your name first."

"……evening."

"What?"

"evening!"

The brush painted the name of the woman in green in front of Zhou Jinru.
Chapter completed!