"According to your words, if you go east a hundred miles, you and your master are people from Bangzi Country. We Xiao Tie, we almost became foreign guests."

"Brother Shen, they don't call him a bastard."

Xiao Tie carefully held his fledglings and corrected Chen Qiu for the most numerous times:

"The other person is called the Three Hans, and there is also a family and country.

Master said that the ancestors of the Three Koreans were actually from the Central Plains, and even the Japanese Japanese overseas were descendants of Xu Fu, an immortal of the Qin Dynasty.”

"Oh, your master's statement is biased."

Chen Qiu smiled and said:

"Isn't it? If you want to hear the past of East Asia, I will talk to you. Oh, Qingqing is not here, there is less noise. That girl likes to listen to these strange stories the most."

The fishy sea breeze blew on the two of them, and Xiao Tie sighed and said:

"I don't know where Qingqing and Shangui are now. I've been apart for more than ten days apart, and I miss them a little."

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The place where the mountain ghost is easy to guess, it must have passed by Luoyang and then returned directly to Taihang Mountain.

But Qingqing, where is it now?

The answer is that she is on the boat, too.

She just left Luoyang yesterday and was heading for Suzhou.

She didn't walk alone, and the monk was accompanying her on the boat and guarding her safety.

On the boat holding the Heluo Gang flag, he changed into a long silk skirt in the cabin, tied his bun again, and tied his red silk ribbons, lying on the table and playing with his two little chicks.

She poked the two fat chicks with her fingers, and heard them making soft and soft screams, as if they had found a fun toy, and their faces were full of smiles.

The monk sat on the other side, knocked on the wooden fish, and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

"Shiyin is really literary. She called her little bird 'Quji', just like giving a name to someone, but how can a bird have such a name?"

Qingqing had enough fun, so she held the two birds in her arms and fed them to the insects. She also used the true energy in her body to nourish the bodies of the two birds.

She said to Langseng:

"Master, I am going to call my little birds 'Purple Lightning' and 'Rapid Wind'. Is it more appropriate than poetry?

"Of course it's."

The monk was interrupted to recite scriptures, but he was not bothered.

He raised his head with a smile on his face and said to Qingqing:

"I want to thank Miss Qingqing for giving it to my niece such a spiritual object. Since my sworn brother was born, he wanted to find some protective spirit beasts for her, but these precious things are really hard to find."

Speaking of this, Langseng said with emotion:

"I heard that when there was still a trace of spiritual energy in the world hundreds of years ago, there were strange beasts in the deserted mountains and sieges. Unfortunately, now that the time when the spiritual energy is exhausted, one is impossible to find.

If the three strange beasts in Miss Qingqing's hands were taken to the world, they would inevitably lead to scrambles, but they would give in to Shiyin. They are really loyal friends.

Shi Yin looked for you as a friend in the boudoir, and he really saw it right."

"hey-hey."

Qingqing was a little embarrassed by the Langshu praises, she said:

"This is also a blessing for senior brother. I also benefited from senior brother's fortune. But Master, you said you were going to Suzhou to visit friends. Do you have good friends in Suzhou?"

"some."

The monk turned the Buddhist beads and said:

"I have a friend born to me, a stranger from the world, called the "mustard monk". He talked to me about Buddhism and came very well. After a while, we became friends."

"If Miss Qingqing is not in a hurry, when you arrive in Suzhou, you might as well go to see the mustard seed monk with me. If you have urgent matters in Suzhou in the future, you can also seek his help."

"Oh, by the way."

When Lang Seng remembered something, he said again:

"Your senior brother was seriously injured and almost exhausted after the war in Suzhou. He was saved by the Mustard Monk with his Buddhist true energy. He could have saved your senior brother's life.

He is a lay disciple of Nippon Temple in Gaomen, Jianghu, and he also has some connections. You girl, don’t underestimate him just because he is a lay disciple.”

"Ah, that's it."

Qingqing thought about it and said:

"I really want to meet you when I see you. My senior brother travels to Liaodong, so I should thank Master Jingzi for him."

“So very good.”

The monk smiled and looked at the two chicks resting in Qingqing's arms. Although they had only been broken for more than ten days, they were fed by Qingqing as round as a ball of meat.

Lang Seng really couldn't stand it, so he whispered to remind:

"This little beast is quite psychic, but it's very greedy."
Chapter completed!