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Chapter seven hundred and sixty-five can plan Xiaomeng to demeanor

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Because of the crisis of crying the old man, Lin Hua has not gone out in the past two days and has run around and lived in the first house in Hanhai for the time being.

Then Qu Jiuniang naturally became more enthusiastic. After all, the longer Lin Hua stayed here, the longer he could kill Lin Hua, and the greater the profit he got.

Now, the information from this day has come again.

Touching the paper with a warm smell in his hand, Lin Hua's face twitched again.

However, Lin Hua didn't have time to care about these things, so he opened the information again and started reading.

After two or three days of travel, Zeluoju has arrived at Da Crying Ridge today. If Lin Hua is not wrong, the old man who cried will come out again from now on, and the Western Regions will be in peace again.

"Why go out and avoid the limelight."

He grabbed his hair helplessly, and Lin Hua continued to look down at the information speechlessly.

Below, Lin Hua caught some other things.

Lin Hua wanted to buy all the information about Ku Lao Ren and Ze Luoju, so after writing about their general trends, he also included another thing related to them.

And this information seems to be crying for the old man's enemy.

"Shaolin Xuanbei brought his disciples to appear in Liushaji. According to the news released by Shaolin, they went to Vajra Temple to preach."

There is also an introduction to Xuanbei below this information.

The disciple of the crying old man, Master Tianhuang, was slaughtered by the whole family. He was furious and killed the other party, and then killed several disciples of the crying old man in a targeted manner.

Now the strength is about the peak of the eighth level of the exterior scene. You can reach the peak of the exterior scene by one step, and you have the hope of half a step of the Dharma body.

Seeing this, Lin Hua couldn't help but point the table with his fingers.

He pinched his chin thoughtfully.

Judging from this information, the old man cried shouldn't have come for Lin Hua himself, which is also good news.

"By the way, if this old man cried really went for that Xuande, could I take this opportunity to fuck all the veggies of Zeluoju?"

If Lin Hua and Ze Luoju insist on fighting head-on, Lin Hua may not be the opponent to suppress him and need to use a lot of means to kill the opponent.

However, if you are prepared, it will be completely different.

After all, in addition to Lin Hua's identity, Lin Hua also has a number of identities and professions such as Qi Refiner, Formation Master, Talisman, etc.

If you really want to prepare, Lin Hua is still confident that he will get a lot of results at a very small price.

"So generally speaking, travelers who have passed the quicksand gather will usually come to this first home in Hanhai to live for a while. Can I..."

...

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the day when Xuanbei and Meng Qi arrive at the first family in Hanhai.

The moment he saw the first family in Hanhai, Xiao Meng, who had eaten sand for countless days in the wind and sand, had his eyes lit up and wanted to run in directly. Of course, there was a master behind him, and he needed to maintain his demeanor.

To be honest, at first, Xiao Meng suddenly heard his master Xuanci tell him that the three masters and disciples were going to the desert of the Hanhai River to question the spies about the spies stealing sutras.

That is, Zhen Yong, the two disciples of Zhen Chang, Ming Ming, wonderingly stole the Yijin Sutra and found the breath of the Vajra Temple in Zhen Chang.

Although there is something else in the matter, it has nothing to do with Meng Qi now. Now Meng Qi is just looking at his gray monk robe, feeling the stinging pain of being constantly "grinding" by sand on his face, and regretting that he won so happily.

At the beginning, Meng Qi was naturally willing to do this kind of thing.

After all, since he traveled to this world, Meng Qi's life has been around Shaolin.

It’s fine if you are in the same place every day, after all, Shaolin Temple is not small, at least it’s much better than the high school in your previous life. I’ve survived the high school, but I’m still afraid that this will not work.

But the key is that everyone who rides on the horse here is a group of monks, all men, and every woman.

Meng Qi in his previous life had never been to boys' school. It was fine if the time was short, but after a long time, he really couldn't stand it.

Just imagine that every day when you open your eyes and close your eyes, you will be a group of bald big muscles. For decades, you will have a ghost if you don’t have all four elements.

If I hadn't been able to go to the "Reincarnation World" occasionally, Xiao Meng would probably have gone crazy long ago. Well, even if it wasn't crazy, it would have been "empty all four elements".

Thinking of it, Meng Qi couldn't help but shuddered and complained speechlessly:

"That's better to be crazy..."

Of course, although I regret it now, compared to joy, I regret it more like going out in the morning and going to the afternoon. I wanted to surf the streets for a while, but I found that I regretted not bringing a power bank...

Walking into the inn, Meng Qi first saw the counter. It was next to the door, and it was messyly filled with paper, brushes, and booklets.

Behind the counter is the same as a rose, which makes people want to appreciate it, but it seems like a thorny body and dares to approach it and will definitely hurt all over the body - Qu Jiuniang.

At this time, she was still as usual, with her chin on her right hand and her lazily flipped her bill sheet. Her face, which was whiter and turned by her black dress, was cold, as if the whole inn, oh no, everyone in the world owed her a hundred taels of silver.

"Amitabha, the shopkeeper, stay in a restaurant and eat."

As a relatively reliable disciple (thinking himself), Meng Qi naturally took the initiative and went forward to speak.

"Five taels of silver per night, meals are calculated separately."

Qu Jiuniang's attitude was still the same, and she looked like she was cheating you and was undisputed, making Meng Qi grit her teeth.

However, due to the fact that his master and junior brother are present, Meng Qi could only silently recite in his heart, we must be kind and not be as knowledgeable as her, traveling with public funds, and not be short of the money, so he gritted his teeth and said:

"Fifteen taels of silver, three rooms."

“Only two.”

Qu Jiuniang still looked the same way and she ignored her.

"Okay, this is ten taels of silver and two rooms."

Upon hearing this, Meng Qi nodded and reached out to get back five taels of silver.

Isn’t it just a squeeze with Zhenhui? I’m used to it in Shaolin Temple, two rooms are just two rooms.

But the next moment, Qu Jiuniang's next words made him furious again.

"By counting by the cap."

Meng Qi's mouth kept twitching, and he pulled out a knife and wanted to teach her how to be a human being. Unfortunately, he couldn't do this, nor could he do it.

"The master and junior brother are still watching. I want to be graceful..."

After obtaining the consent of the master, Meng Qi took a deep breath to calm down, then nodded heavily and said:

"Fifteen taels of silver, two rooms, the second floor is on the west side, two rooms that are not locked, go find them yourself."

When Meng Qi heard this, he felt the flames burning in his heart and really wanted to punch him.
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