White Bone Monkey King

at this time.

As Jin An entered the bright room, everyone on both sides of the long table looked at Jin An.

Except for those few Westerners who were feasting on camel meat.

When they were inspecting Jin An, Jin An, who was wearing a five-color Taoist robe and pressing his left hand on the handle of the Kunwu knife, also inspected a circle of people in the room. The night sky behind him was dark, and the night wind blew the Taoist robes with a grin. Standing abruptly in the dark night, there is a sense of oppression as masculine as a mountain.

Jin An's eyes were bright and alert. Every time he passed by a face, the muscles in the corners of his eyes would beat, and a warning sign of danger would arise in his heart.

That feeling.

It was as if he was looking directly at the lightning piercing the dark night, and the corners of his eyes hurt slightly.

The only things in the world that cannot be looked directly at are the scorching sun and the power of heaven.

Everyone agreed that the young Taoist priest's pair of bright black eyes seemed to be hiding a mystery, which was breathtaking and frightening to look at.

There are many expressions on these people's faces, including frowning, thinking, scruples, temporarily avoiding the edge, and some whose expressions are so deep that it is difficult to detect any changes in their expressions.

Jin An has a slender body, a bright forehead, and a smooth and fair face. Just the profile of his face reflected by a few torches at the door makes people afraid to look directly at him. Everyone has an idea in their hearts, a very powerful character has arrived today.

Except for the pair of young master and servant.

When Jin An turned his head and looked at the pair of master and servant, the Confucian scholar, who had always been gentle and elegant, had a look on his face. There seemed to be something unexpected, surprising, and clear in his bright and poetic eyes. There was still a bit of suspicion and a bit of uncertainty, as if he was confirming whether the person in front of him was an old friend... Compared to the Confucian scholar's calm and reserved reaction, the old man had the biggest reaction among everyone present!

When he and Jin An looked at each other face to face, poof, the old man had not yet swallowed the naan in his mouth, and subconsciously spat out: "Mr., Gong, Gong... Can you get drunk even with water? I feel like I have a headache now, old slave." I'm dizzy, my eyes are a bit blurry, sir, I think I'm drunk and starting to have hallucinations in front of my eyes, I'll lie down and sleep for a while to wake up."

After saying that, the old man lay down on the table and pretended to sleep with his arms on his pillow.

But the head buried in his arms quietly opened a small gap, turned to look at Jin An in the direction of the door on the right, and then turned to look at his young master sitting next to him on the left. He pretended to be drunk and did not dare to stop. Look around.

Bad fate!

Thousands of miles of fate!

What a sin!

Young Master, do you still remember those words you said when you left Chang County?

"If we are destined, we will meet again one day."

"If there is no fate, it would be better to forget about each other than to see each other again."

Now we can see each other again despite being thousands of miles apart, what else is this but fate?

Is there any fate in the world that spans thousands of miles farther than this?

Young Master, tell me today the words you have been holding in your heart for the past six months and the truth half a year ago, and let him remember you for the rest of his life. It is best to carry them together in the urn and never forget them.

Young Master, you couldn't bear to lose your dignity and took the initiative to look for me. You just left as soon as you said you wanted to leave. You suddenly disappeared without even saying goodbye for the last time. You were afraid that the other party would not be able to find Young Master after trying so hard, and you misunderstood me. You mistakenly thought that Young Master you left without saying goodbye because you were ruthless. After half a year, Half a year is too long and too short. I'm afraid the misunderstandings will get deeper and deeper...

If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?

Who didn't have an unforgettable relationship when they were young? Thinking about it, tears moistened Qi Bo's eyes.

At that time, it was because they were both arrogant and neither of them could let go of their dignity and took the initiative to find each other, so they spent the rest of their lives with regrets. In the end, it was really as if they had forgotten each other in the world. This forgetfulness left their hearts empty and empty. No second person can live there again.

As soon as this person gets old, it is easy for him to like to reminisce.

Just when Qibo was still immersed in the emotional memories of that young and vigorous period, he heard footsteps in his ears, as if someone was walking towards them from the door.

Qibo still buried his head in his arms and pretended to be drunk, but in fact he had secretly pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

As the footsteps get closer and closer.

Qi Bo found that he was as nervous as when he first went on an outing with the girl he liked when he was young.

He pricked up his ears and continued to listen.

Some look forward to seeing my young master and that young master again thousands of miles apart. What will be their first words?

Will it be anger?

Could it be a misunderstanding?

Will the misunderstanding be resolved and the feud finally settled?

The worst outcome is... will they get into a fight the first time they meet? So which side should you help when the time comes?

It seems that I can't help anyone.

This is the trouble of being a servant. When the young master says to beat him, he may not really want you to hit him, maybe he just finds a step to step down. When the young master says, "I'm not angry," if you think that the young master is not angry at this time, then you are really naive.

Snap.

Snap.

The footsteps came closer step by step, and finally, they stopped, right next to Qi Bo.

Then a familiar voice sounded behind him: "Red Moon Rouge is both waterproof and sunproof. It won't easily melt when exposed to water or dry out and fall off when exposed to the sun. It also has a light fragrance that lasts for a whole day. That’s why a box of Red Moon Rouge is worth three coins.”

"This young master is very much like a friend of mine who left without saying goodbye."

The Confucian scholar with red lips and white teeth smiled sweetly and said: "Oh? Why does the mention of Red Moon Rouge Fragrance Powder make you think of an old friend?"

Jin An smiled softly: "Because you smell like her Red Moon Rouge Fragrance Powder, I once gave a box of Red Moon Rouge Fragrance Powder to my friend."

The Confucian scholar showed great talent and couldn't find any flaws on his face. He said in deep thought: "It seems that the little Taoist priest met someone unkind. You really paid her a favor, but she left without saying goodbye and didn't take your thoughts into consideration, the little Taoist priest."

Jin An laughed and sat down, sitting right next to Qi Bo who was drinking water and pretending to be drunk: "Everyone has their own secrets. Maybe she has her own unspeakable secrets. The world is so big and I don't know if she will see me again in the future." I have nothing to ask for for this friend. If we can meet again one day, I want to say thank you to her in person. I already know all the truth about Chang County. Thank you for her life-saving grace in Chang County. I can’t repay her. It’s shameless. memorable."

There is no coyness like a little daughter's.

There is only the generosity of the children of Jianghu.

The Confucian scholar smiled.

He smiled so brightly that his eyes were as bright as the stars and the moon.

The smile is seductive.

"Nothing can be repaid, nothing can be forgotten. This saying is quite new. I have only heard storytellers say the most often, 'Nothing can be repaid for saving a life, but I am willing to commit myself to it.' This 'Nothing can be repaid, nothing can be forgotten.'" 'This is the first time I've heard of it." The words seemed teasing, playful, and cunningly playful with a bit of a girl's heart.

Jin An sighed and said: "'I can't repay my life-saving kindness, but I'm willing to pledge myself to you'. That's what I say to handsome people. If you meet an ugly person, it's 'I can't repay your life-saving kindness, but I'm willing to live in the next life.'" "Be a cow or a horse." But for my friend who left without saying goodbye, I have never seen her true face. I don't even know whether she is beautiful or ugly. I only know that her name is Mr. Yiyun, so I pledged myself to her and made her a cow. The horse is definitely not suitable for use here, but the unforgettable word is definitely suitable no matter where it is used. I just don’t know if I can see the true face of my friend who left without saying goodbye in this life. "

The Confucian scholar glared: "What a shameful thought."

Qi Bo, who was sandwiched between the two people and eavesdropped for a long time, became more and more confused as he listened. Is he so out of touch with the young people? Why did he not understand what it meant after listening for a long time? Is this forgiveness or not? ?

Are you still angry or not?

Why are they still playing riddles and pretending not to know each other?

Say that you have recognized each other, and then pretend not to recognize each other, say that you have not recognized each other, and anyone with a discerning eye will know each other as soon as they hear it.

Especially, Master, are you really angry with your last words or are you just pretending to be angry?

Qi Bo felt that it was too difficult for him to be sandwiched between the two of them, as if he had become an extra piece of air. His young master and Mr. Jin An ignored his presence and talked among themselves, treating him as a transparent person.

Only the two glances that occasionally fell on his back at the same time made him feel like a thorn in his back, giving him a sense of existence.

Qi Bo felt so bitter.

He just wanted to drink water and pretend to be drunk, and then quietly eavesdropped. Who would have thought that Jin An was sitting on his right hand side instead of sitting next to his own son. With him sandwiched between the two of them, his days were like a year.

He is just a piece of grass caught between two mountains.

Shivering.

"Oh, I don't know if I drank too much water. Master, let me go to the latrine first." Qi Bo stood up and ran away, pretending not to see Jin An the whole time.

At this time, in the bright room, the smell of meat and the sound of chewing meat with relish are still there.

Two veterans wearing rags and patched leather armor carried half a roasted camel in from outside the house. They didn't know how the camel meat was made. The aroma was fragrant and made people appetite.

Especially the hotter it gets.

The temptation of the meaty aroma becomes stronger.

The two veterans who came in at this time were a fat old man with a general belly, and a one-eyed old man with a boning knife on his waist.

Both of them are in their seventies.

A head of white hair.

His face was covered with deep wrinkles weathered by desert winds.

"I was just helping to carry the roasted camel in the kitchen when I heard the loud voice of Pasha's old man. Tonight another distinguished guest came to our village to stay overnight. It seems that he is the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest is so long. With his handsome features and dignified appearance, he looks like a heroic young man at first glance, I don’t know what to call him?”

The fat old man with the belly of a general, together with the one-eyed old man, lifted half a roasted camel to the table, then wiped his oily hands on the leather armor awkwardly, and looked towards Jin An in a dignified manner. He cupped his hands to learn Han etiquette and said with a harmless smile.

After introducing himself, Jin An knew that the fat old man was the Xikelti mentioned by the tall and thin old man.

The one-eyed old man with a bone picker on his waist is the only cook in this village. His name is Paletahong, which means axe. He is taciturn and rarely talks.

The heavy boning knife was in the hands of the one-eyed old man. It flew up and down like a thin butterfly knife. It was as light as nothing and quickly peeled off half of the roasted camel on the table.

The bones and tendons of the camel were in his hands, and he had long been proficient in them, performing a show of exquisite knife skills like a cook and a ox.

I just don’t know if the human body is equally skilled.

As the camel meat was peeled off with the boning knife, the smell of meat in the hall became even stronger. Among the Han people sitting opposite, who had been struggling to resist the temptation of the smell of meat, there were two people with low cultivation. Finally, I couldn't resist the temptation of the meaty aroma on the table, so I started chewing the camel meat.

In just a short time, I had a mouth full of food, my hands were shiny, and there were a lot of bones piled up around me. While I was eating, I was praising how delicious it was, and I persuaded my companions to eat it too, saying that they had never eaten such delicious meat in their lives.

No matter what these two people said, the remaining dozen or so Han Chinese would never touch a table of meat.

These people are mainly a middle-aged man with no joy or anger on his face, bulging temples, a well-dressed and brave aura, a strong evil spirit and majestic masculine blood on his body, and even ordinary evil spirits dare not get close to him.

Looking at the strong murderous aura, it does not look like an ordinary person in the world can cultivate it, but more like a war general who has experienced hundreds of battles and has thousands of heads crying under his sword.

He has a machete hanging on his waist and an ironwood bow on his back. He should be a general who is good at bow and horse riding.

After Jin An has experienced so many things, he still has a good eye for recognizing people. He feels that this big man with evil aura is an expert. Sitting next to the big man is a middle-aged man with a mustache and a goatee. , then the cultivation level is hidden the deepest.

In addition to these two people, there was another monk who attracted Jin'an's attention.

After all, everyone has hair, but your bald donkey is hard to avoid glaring at. The monk has a tantric stick in his hand.

This tantric stick is shining with gold, and its surface is coated with a layer of gold. It is a valuable tantric demon-conquering stick, different from ordinary tantric iron rods.

And in this team, there is actually a Feng Shui master who is good at geography and celestial phenomena.

But this Feng Shui master is not from Tianshi Mansion.

Jin An has had so many interactions with the Tianshi Mansion, so he can tell at a glance whether he is from the Tianshi Mansion. Since the Tianshi Mansion clung to the imperial power, they have all suffered from a disease, a disease with their nostrils turned upward, which is easy to recognize.

Looking at these people, Jin An thought for a moment and guessed the identities of these people. The man who knew his fate the most and was probably the mountain guard, Mr. Cen.

The big man who looked like a general was probably a close associate of a certain prince in Kang Ding Kingdom, and was the backbone of this team.

The forces in the Tianshi Mansion in the capital are complex. This prince has great plans and wants to avoid the Tianshi Mansion, so it makes sense to train a Feng Shui master himself.

From this point of view, the monk probably did not come from the National Temple in Jingcheng.

"Good knife skills." Seeing that the two men under him couldn't stand the temptation and greedily ate the camel meat, the big man showed no anger on his face, but clapped and praised them.

"I didn't expect to see such exquisite knife skills deep in the desert. It's really eye-opening. If this old man is willing to go to the outside world with us, he will definitely be able to eat, drink, live, and be rich just by relying on his knife skills."

"If the old gentleman were twenty years younger and joined the army, he would definitely have made great achievements and become a victorious general."

Facing the big man's praise, what he got in return was that the one-eyed old man didn't look back and left.

The fat old man stood up quickly to smooth things over and said: "I apologize to the distinguished guests on behalf of that bad-tempered old man Palletahon. That old man has such a bad habit and usually doesn't talk much... The distinguished guests eat up quickly." Eat, this meat won’t taste good when it’s cold.”

"Why are these distinguished guests sitting here without eating or drinking, but the camel meat is not cooked to taste?"

"The old man is too polite. We should be the ones who have disturbed you tonight. If we want to apologize, we are also apologizing... I respect Taoist priests the most in my life. They are carefree, unrestrained, in good physical and mental order, only follow the Tao, and pursue a Taoist nature. If it weren't for a reckless man like me who has too much murderous aura to enter the Taoist sect, I would really like to join the Taoist sect. I respect Taoist priests, so please invite Taoist Master Jin'an first." The evil-minded man didn't know what his intentions were, so he turned his back on this The problem is passed on to Jin An.