Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 290 I will not insult hell, who will insult hell
Yan Xi is an author of web articles, and he often harassed the editor in the middle of the night and chatted with his colleagues, so in his inherent understanding, the middle of the night is a good time to chat.

In order to enhance friendship and make the gift look like that, he also traveled back in time, found a printing agency, and made a cover of the A4 hand-written Mie Mo Bao Jian, and printed a p out on the cover. Photos of myself with hair.

Yan Xi used an art photo from a few years ago. He removed his hair and put on a monk's robe, which is also full of Buddha's spirit, much like a bald donkey.

His photo is not the same person as Taoist Yanxi, and he is not worried about Duan Nanzhou seeing it.

In the evening, Yan Xi specially observed that Duan Nanzhou had a preference for white wine, drank several more glasses, and even brought two bottles with him.

He knocked on the door of Duan Nanzhou's room with two bottles of white wine in his left hand and two bottles of white wine in his right. The purpose is to send the Demon Extinguishing Treasure Book, not to chat.

Duan Nanzhou looked at those two bottles of wine, and felt very disdainful. What kind of good thing could it be to give wine to the girl in the middle of the night?She glanced at the "book" in her hand, and the monk on the cover was handsome, handsome, and quite familiar.

Yan Xi completely forgot that he brought Duan Nanzhou back to the modern society.

Duan Nanzhou's heart sank slightly, he put down the wine bottle, opened it casually, and saw that it was a Buddhist scripture again, he was really speechless.

Yan Xi didn't speak, so she casually flipped through the treasure book of exterminating demons.

After turning seven or eight pages, Duan Nanzhou looked horrified, and shouted, "Is this the Treasure of Extinguishing Demons?"

Yan Xi thought to himself, "Isn't it on the cover?"

He glanced at it, only to realize that he only put the photo of P on it, but did not type the title of the four-character Book of Miemo Baojian. No wonder Duan Nanzhou read a few pages before he could see it.

Duan Nanzhou hastily pushed the treasure mirror of extermination, returned it to Yan Xi, and said: "This thing is precious, I can't take it."

Yan Xi smiled and said, "You've read it all, so what's the point of returning it to me?"

Duan Nanzhou's pretty face was flushed, and he thought to himself: "You still bring such scheming people?"

Yan Xi said: "What we are going to do on this trip is very dangerous. There is no shortcut to improve Taoism. Tianlong Temple's Taoism is unique in the world. It is not comparable to other Taoism. Only spells can be practiced for a while. Practice. I will give you the Demon Extinguishing Treasure Mirror, and I will feel at ease when I meet a big enemy."

Duan Nanzhou's pretty face was flushed again, and he thought to himself: "Did he also have the same meaning when he sent the Buddhist scriptures last time?"

"Forget it, don't think about it, the more I think about it, the more upset I get."

Seeing that Duan Nanzhou didn't say anything back, Yan Xi thought to himself, "This is sent out." He hurriedly checked the story line.

Taoist Yanxi generously presented the Demon Extinguishing Mirror, but was misunderstood by Duan Nanzhou, thinking it was a token of love... Later, Taoist Yanxi realized the misunderstanding and took an opportunity to explain it clearly.In shame and indignation, Duan Nanzhou used the magic weapon passed down by his master, Tianlong scissors, to break several magic weapons of the Taoist Yanxi, but did not hurt him. In front of the Taoist Yanxi, he committed suicide and died.

"My Nima..."

The story of being killed by mistake was indeed resolved, but Duan Nanzhou died of shame and anger. This is definitely not the result Yan Xi wanted to see.

Duan Nanzhou is a good girl, she didn't do anything wrong, so why must she die?

"In other words, I can't explain this thing!"

"Then how should it end?"

"Why should I intercept the Buddhist collection of Venerable Jiuyan from the Hu family? Now that I don't want to insult hell, who will insult hell!"

The more Yan Xi thought about it, the more chaotic he became.

The two sat quietly facing each other, seeing the three poles above the moon.

Yan Xi suddenly felt that he couldn't stay any longer, and if he stayed any longer, it would be all night.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll go back first."

Duan Nanzhou didn't speak, and didn't ask to stay. When Yan Xi opened the door, he said in a low voice: "No wonder the teacher asked me to work with him, and also gave Tianlong cut. It turns out that it is..."

For a while, Xiaoni's imagination was running wild.

Yan Xi came out of Duan Nanzhou's room, controlled the sword light, soared into the sky, flew to the middle of the sky, touched a pack of cigarettes, but the wind was so strong that the lighter couldn't be turned on anyway, he sighed, and put the cigarette back into the cigarette Box, thought: "I am outside, what a serious person. Why come to Jiayin Realm, there are many emotional entanglements, not to mention Duan Nanzhou, I remember that I still have a few fiancees, who are the ones who are all troubled?" ?”

Holding the cigarette case in his hand, Yan Xi was suddenly stunned, a gust of cold air came from behind, because he thought over and over again, but couldn't remember how many fiancees he had, who they were, and how they got married. marriage.

He clearly remembered that there should be such a thing, but he just couldn't remember, even the slightest details.

"shit!"

"This is what I am most worried about when I meet a web writer, and my memory declines."

"I remember an old author named Toad, who often wrote and wrote, and forgot that he still had a book in serial. When he often had dinner with people with great interest, he was reminded that he had been dead for a few months. With a panicked face, he turned on the phone, checked the APP, showed an unbelievable face, and muttered: Why the hell am I still writing novels?"

Yan Xi's mind was in a daze for a while, and suddenly there was a sound. It seemed that there was a book being serialized in his Takuma, and he didn't seem to remember that it should be updated. The last time a new chapter was published, it was the first level of the breathing technique.

Now he's all in one!
Yan Xi took out the cigarette again, mobilized Hanxia's true energy, and formed a circle in the cloud of fairy light, then lit the cigarette, and took a shuddering puff, he wanted to calm down, think about it , How should I explain to readers!
"Otherwise, I'll update an article on the breathing technique of Wanxiang Light Mist Sword, and give it to readers. Is it considered a benefit?"

"If there are readers, what can you really learn?"

"It can be regarded as hard work. I have been subscribing to my novels for so many years, and I want to repay their kindness."

"Will it be blocked?"

"Wanxiang Light Mist Sword has nothing to do with feudal superstitions, and it has nothing to do with all kinds of prohibited words..."

Yan Xi smoked a cigarette and put the butt away.

At this time, the night sky is long and full of stars, but there is no moon. There is an indescribable tranquility, and there is also an indescribable evil spirit.

The sword light of Xuanye outside Yan Xi's body was indeterminate.

The ancestor of Tongshan held the Shenmu Palace in his hands, and a copper mountain was rolling on top of his head, his face was very ugly.

Old man Nayun smoked a cigarette and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if the dojo is gone. Didn't the apprentices all come out? Those captured by Lord Fan Hai will be exchanged for them sooner or later."

Patriarch Tongshan said: "I'm not worried about these things."

Old man Nayun said, "Then what are you worrying about?"

Patriarch Tongshan said sadly and angrily: "Now all the people in the world know that I am courting three families. Even the nun and the mother bird are not spared. They all laugh at my old house for being on fire, and the burning is booming!"

"It's fine if you keep Tongye Island, but you can't eat nuns, and you're ashamed."

Old man Nayun added: "The bird didn't eat it either."

The ancestor of Tongshan became more and more confused as he thought about it, and he felt a sense of grievance.

(End of this chapter)