Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Chapter 53 An encounter in Hanhai
"I hope you can listen."

Zhou Xian looked deeply at Duan Rui, who was limping on the street. Duan Rui's Yi Jin Jing was incomplete and his practice was incorrect. If he continued to practice, he would go crazy like his adoptive father.

In the mental illusion, he had reminded the other party not to practice. As for whether he listened or not, that was the other party's business. Anyway, he had already reminded him. If it was still as dark as the original work, it was none of his business.

"It's time to leave."

With the Yi Jin Jing in hand, Zhou Xian didn't linger much and walked straight out of the city. Compared to before, this time his footsteps went straight to the west.

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Liushaji is the last market town that enters the "Bright Sea of ​​Death" in the west. After leaving Jiji, there is the desolate Gobi Desert and the vast desert that stretches thousands of miles.

"The First Inn in Hanhai" is the only inn in Liusha. The innkeeper is actually a woman dressed in a black dress. She is about 27 or 28 years old, with willowy eyebrows and phoenix eyes, like blooming flowers, full of femininity.

However, no one in the inn at this time dared to look down upon the shopkeeper dressed as a woman, just because this was the quicksand market, and the people who could open an inn here were definitely not ordinary people.

On this day, a figure carrying a long harp suddenly came to the "first house in Hanhai". His appearance was dusty and he had obviously experienced the baptism of wind and sand.

As the figure carrying the guqin entered the inn, everyone couldn't help but cast inquiring glances, and a thoughtful look flashed in the eyes of the landlady.

"Shopkeeper, bring me a bowl of beef noodles."

Zhou Xian took out a large piece of silver ingot from his pocket and placed it on the table, which immediately attracted the attention of many people in the inn, and their eyes were filled with malicious intent.

But this was the Hanhai family, so they had no choice but to hold back their eagerness. After all, the shopkeeper Qu Jiuniang was not an ordinary person.

"Wait."

The woman raised her eyelids slightly, glanced at Zhou Xian lazily, and then continued to read the account book.

"People who do monopoly business are really stubborn."

Seeing the woman's indifferent expression, Zhou Xian shook his head, ignored the glances from time to time in the inn, and casually found an empty seat to sit down.

After a long time, a bowl of beef noodles was brought to the table. Zhou Xian looked at the thin slices of meat in the bowl and fell into deep thought.

"Shopkeeper, what I want is beef noodles. Is this mutton noodles?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole inn suddenly fell silent, and the noisy guests all cast strange looks.

"This is beef. Eat it if you like it, but get out if you don't."

Qu Jiuniang raised her eyelids lightly, then twisted her graceful figure and returned to the counter to continue looking at the account book.

"Who around here doesn't know that Qu Jiuniang can even mix wine into water, and it's even more common for her to refer to sheep as cows."

A guest murmured softly. As a frequent guest of the Hanhai family, he was obviously very familiar with this inn.

Zhou Xian's mouth twitched. Which beef store smells like mutton? This was clearly a dark inn. Just as he was about to stand up and argue, three figures suddenly walked in from the inn door. Their dusty appearance had obviously been baptized by wind and sand.

"Amitabha, the shopkeeper, we live and dine in the hotel." A young monk came directly to the counter, followed by a middle-aged monk and a young monk.

"Xiao Meng?"

Zhou Xian looked at the familiar bald head, but he didn't expect to meet Meng Qi here by such a coincidence.

"Is this Xuanbei? He looks pretty good."

Zhou Xian glanced at the middle-aged monk behind Meng Qi. He was handsome but had a melancholy look on his face. If he hadn't been bald on top of his head, he would probably be liked by many women.

Before Xuanbei became a monk, he was Tang Zhan, the supreme master of the "Seven Masters", and Meng Qi's uncle in this life, Su Ziyuan. After his family was destroyed, he killed the murderer to avenge his death, but was chased by the murderer's master, the old man Crying, and became a monk in Shaolin.

Compared to Xuan Bei, who was at the peak of the exterior scene, Zhou Xian paid more attention to the handsome young monk next to Xuan Bei, just because the other party's background was a bit big.

The young monk's name is Zhenhui. Although he looks a little dull, he was born from the memory of Erlang Xiansheng's true emperor Yang Jian's distracted seal.

"It seems that Yang Jian also practices the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques..."

Zhou Xian touched his chin and pondered for a moment before shaking his head. Not to mention that the other party had sealed his memory. Even if Zhenhui still had memories, he couldn't provoke him. After all, Erlang Shen was a big boss in the realm of creation. A single thought could make him He was reduced to ashes countless times.

While Zhou Xian was thinking, Meng Qi happened to see Zhou Xian, and his eyes suddenly lit up. However, due to his master Xuan Bei, he had no choice but to hold back his excitement and turned around and said to Xuan Bei: "Master, what are you going to do? Why don't you go back to your room first, I want to take a walk around the area."

Hearing this, Xuanbei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at Zhou Xian who was sitting in the corner thoughtfully. Although Meng Qi's expression had calmed down very quickly just now, it was obvious that he was still a little behind on his Dense Eyes.

"Huh? It's him. How did he come to Hanhai? From the look on Ziyuan's face just now, he seemed to know him. How did they know each other?"

Doubts kept flashing through Xuan Bei's mind. With Shaolin's information, he naturally recognized Zhou Xian, especially since the other party's story of overcoming the tribulation and ascending to heaven had spread throughout the Central Plains some time ago. What made him confused was how his nephew knew Zhou Xian.

"That's all, everyone has their own secrets."

After Xuan Bei thought for a moment, he suppressed his doubts and said to Meng Qi: "Well, be careful yourself and don't cause trouble. If you have anything to do, just call me your teacher."

"I understand, Master."

Meng Qi's eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly in assurance. After Xuan Bei and Zhen Hui went upstairs, he walked towards Zhou Xian with a face of joy.

As if he was afraid that Xuan Bei could hear him upstairs, Meng Qi lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Zhou, weren't you always in Jiangdong before? How did you end up at the edge of Hanhai?"

"I broke through the location not long ago, and I just happened to go out for some travel." Zhou Xian picked up a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth. With the arrival of Meng Qi and the others, he gave up the idea of ​​going to Qu Jiuniang to discuss it.

"Brother Zhou, have you broken through the exterior scene?"

Meng Qi looked happy. During this period, he had been trying to escape, but every time he failed, his master was like a ghost, appearing behind him every time, almost making him give up the idea of ​​​​escape. Fortunately, Zhou Xian's The appearance gave him a glimmer of hope again.

Zhou Xian glanced at Meng Qi, who was full of flattery, and instantly understood the other person's small thoughts. In order to dispel the other party's small thoughts, he immediately said: "Your master is a master at the top of the field scene, and I am no match for him now."

"Do I really want to be a monk all my life?" Meng Qi murmured to himself, feeling depressed. Zhou Xian's appearance originally gave him hope of escape, but Zhou Xian's words poured cold water on him again. Time only felt a moment of despair.

(End of this chapter)