How many times the group portrait is spring

Although San Lun Gyatso is the holy son of the Longevity Gate, he has no airs. Most of the time he just stays in one place and recites the scriptures silently. If it is not for his hairless practice, he is really as simple as an ordinary person who is lost in the crowd at any time.

Mo Lingyun didn't have any extra thoughts about this holy son, he basically had no contact with this person, the biggest contact was probably that Yunjing would always call him when he went out, and they would run into San Lun Gyatso occasionally.

On the day when Sanlun Gyatso left, he was also with Yunjing. After the other people who saw him off had dispersed, Sanlun Gyatso said something to Yunjing in Western language. .

In the end, Sanlun Gyatso bent slightly towards Yunjing and said something in common language: "God will guide us to see you again, my concubine Ming."

Mo Lingyun, who didn't understand the meaning of Concubine Ming in the Western Realm, remained silent, only to hear Yun Jing's cold reprimand: "Get lost."

After San Lun Gyatso left, Yun Jing, who had been tense for the past few days, relaxed, looked at Mo Lingyun beside him and smiled, "I've worked hard for you these past few days, nephew."

"Small matter." Mo Lingyun waved his hand to express his indifference.

"Uh, no, to express my gratitude, shall I take you down the mountain to play?"

"what?"

Yunjing is like this, thinking about it is always thinking about it, probably because some disciples of the same generation count her as the most favored by the master and because she is free.

As Jing Rong is the young suzerain, Mo Lingyun hardly wants to see other people when he is busy. Yun Jing also said that the small town under the mountain is very interesting. It is a pity that he has not been there for a long time. Mo Lingyun was eager to hear it, and nodded in agreement .

Most of the people living in the town closest to Xuantianzong are relatives related to Xuantianzong's disciples, so they also give preferential treatment to Xuantianzong's disciples. If Xuantianzong's disciples buy in this town, most of the things are It will be sold to them cheaper.

This was what Yun Jing told him, and Mo Lingyun didn't know if it was true or not, but they made an appointment to go down the mountain and visit the town tomorrow, and then they would probably be able to feel the atmosphere of the town.

The next day Mo Lingyun woke up early, took two steaming pancakes and walked to Yunjing's place. He was very enthusiastic about going down the mountain to play this kind of thing.

The teacher, uncle and nephew walked down the mountain road, chatting and laughing along the way, they talked about cross talk with each other, one rhymed more than the other, it was a scene where the two idiots without the control of Ning Qing and Jing Rong released their nature.

Mo Yue walked for two hours before they saw the town. Mo Lingyun looked up at the big town gate and said briskly: "Uncle Shi, we're here."

Maybe it's because this town is located at the foot of Xuantianzong Mountain. The residents here are all calm and peaceful, and the atmosphere of the market is also very good. There are vendors setting up stalls on the side of the road early, waiting for those in need. Pedestrians come to buy.

"Dou Cake! Freshly baked bean cake! Let's come and see!" Not far away was the hawker's cries, and Mo Lingyun turned around when he heard the sound, only to see a newly opened steamer not far away being steamed. The water vapor shrouded it, and under the white mist were small bean cakes that were neatly divided.

Just as Mo Lingyun thought about buying something, Yun Jing beside him had already rushed over to buy a greased paper bag to eat.

Mo Lingyun stood there stunned, and Pian Yunjing waved at him, "Master and nephew, hurry up!"

Mo Lingyun, who had never gone shopping with a woman before, was still unaware of the dangers of society at this time. After two laps, he carried his hands full of things and supported the crooked tree by the side of the road with one hand, panting: "Little uncle, rest, rest for a while." Son……"

"What's the matter with you, didn't senior brother say that you are physically strong?" Yun Jing, who was still eating, was not happy.

Mo Lingyun, who was almost paralyzed by the tree, choked up, and almost wanted to say back to Yun Jing that walking around with her would be exhausting, but thinking of respecting his teacher, he had no choice but to change his words silently: "I'll just rest for a while. "

"Okay." Yun Jingjing nodded, and took him to find a place under a tree to enjoy the shade. Not far away, a group of old people were playing chess. Mo Lingyun, who had successfully paralyzed, looked at them and felt envious.

He would rather play chess with a group of old men than go shopping with Yunjing.

And the chatter of the group of old men who played chess leisurely also spread to them.

"Hey, my family lost two more chickens."

"My family lost a donkey. This monster is really not a thing."

"You guys, find a dog and tie it up. The monster will not dare to come when the dog barks."

……

Yun Jing became interested when she heard this, she bit the candied haws in her hand, "There are still monsters who dare to act recklessly under Xuantianzong Mountain?"

"Take yourself into a trap?" Mo Lingyun answered, as a monster, he dared to mess around under the No. [-] cultivation sect, wouldn't it be like digging his own grave and planting weeds?

"However." Yun Jing paused, and resolutely moved forward to join the old people's chat.

"Can there still be monsters in our town under Xuantianzong Mountain?"

"That's right, eating chickens and donkeys is amazing. I heard that this monster can swallow two cows in one bite." The old man waved his crutches.

Yunjing Yile, "Then why don't you report to Xuantianzong?"

"Isn't there a distinguished guest coming recently? The fairy elders are also busy, and the monster didn't eat people, but ate some livestock. We thought, we will report it later, and don't disturb the fairy elders' hospitality."

What the old man said was right, San Lun Gyatso came from the western region, if they reported the monsters at the bottom of Xuantianzong Mountain, they would have slapped Xuantianzong in the face.

Not to mention the number one sect of Xuantian Sect, even Yaowang Valley, which is weaker in medicine and cultivation, has no monsters who dare to make trouble within a hundred miles of it.

"It's quite powerful." Yun Jing rubbed his hands, this monster caused trouble under Xuantianzong Mountain, it was like hitting her in the face, she simply continued to ask: "Old man, does this monster have any characteristics?"

The old man thought for a while, and replied: "There is a lot of hair, especially hairy, and I am afraid of dogs. I am afraid that a weasel has become a spirit."

"That's it, thank you." Yun Jing smiled and pulled Mo Lingyun away.

Only then did the old people realize Yunjing's clothing, and tremblingly said: "Xuantianzong's immortal head has gone down the mountain... our cattle will not be eaten..."

Yun Jing didn't plan to go back to the sect directly, she decided to deal with the monster first before going back, Mo Lingyun said to this: "Then little uncle, can you let go of me first?"

"No, I have to show you a lot." Yun Jing shook his head, "By the way, do you have the heart to see me, who is so beautiful and fragile, face a monster alone?"

Mo Lingyun only looked at her, didn't speak, his eyes were full of words, wouldn't your conscience hurt if you said such lies?

Yun Jing didn't care what he thought, after catching Mo Lingyun, he went door to door to check the monster information, and the townspeople who knew that they were disciples of Xuantian Sect also cooperated very well, and some even gave them food.

With this busy work, Yun Jing was busy until midnight. The two of them stood on the empty street and received Jing Rong's message link. Mo Lingyun looked at Jing Rong's appearance, and almost cried out of joy: "Master."

He doesn't want to go shopping with women anymore. Seriously, Yunjing investigates the case and goes shopping, following him until his legs are almost useless, but Yunjing still seems to be okay.

"Xiaojing, Lingyun." Jing Rong called out, "Why haven't you come back yet?"

"Brother, I'll take my nephew to catch monsters." Yun Jing blinked, "I just said to go for a casual stroll, but I didn't expect to meet such a bold monster who dared to act presumptuously in our Xuantianzong's territory."

"Do you know what a monster it is?"

"I don't know yet, but the townspeople say it's most likely a weasel." Yun Jing clenched his fists.

"Well, remember to take good care of yourself. If you can't handle it, report to the sect in time, and I will let Zhelan pick you up." Jing Rong agreed, and seeing Mo Lingyun's expression of lovelessness, he added: "Take Lingyun long Gaining knowledge is a good thing, but you should also take care of him."

Jindan can not sleep, but it does not mean that Qi practice can not sleep.

"Okay, I will pay attention." Yun Jingjing nodded, and hung up the message talisman with his backhand, "Brother, don't worry!"

Mo Lingyun, who was acting as the background board behind, pursed his lips, "Little uncle, have you thought about what to do?"

"Not yet, let's wait and see!"

"..."

The victimized townspeople said that the monster haunted at night to steal livestock, so Yunjing caught Mo Lingyun and went to camp at night, and she also borrowed a very obedient big dog to accompany her.

For several days, nothing happened.

Mo Lingyun was squatting under the shadow of dense bushes, very sleepy, but the docile big dog suddenly became irritable, running from side to side, almost making Yunjing lose his grip, Yunjing held his breath, and whispered: "Come on!" It's coming..."

Hearing these words, Mo Lingyun cheered up and stared at the courtyard with all his attention.

It was a dark and windy night, a day of murder and arson, and the master, uncle and nephew squatted in the grass and waited for the rabbit, but it was really hard to say who was the rabbit.

A gust of frosty wind swept past, and the two old cows tied in the pen disappeared in an instant, without even a hair left; the uncle and nephew who were squatting in the grass ran out, looking at each other speechlessly for a while.

"Little uncle, don't you even do it?"

"What, I didn't see..."

"Where's your sword?"

"I'm Fuxiu, the saber is usually just a decoration, don't count on it." Yun Jing waved his hand.

"Then how do we catch the demon?" Mo Lingyun choked.

With erratic eyes, Yun Jing tugged at the dog's leash and said, "I'll form a formation at that time."

"Can you make it?"

"Come...not in time?" Yun Jing originally wanted to say that it was too late, but looking at the cow pen with no cow hair left, she was really embarrassed to say this.

"Little Uncle, do you dare to rely on your clues?" Mo Lingyun gave up. He and Yun Jing were a waste duo, they said they were catching monsters, but in the current situation, isn't it really delivering food?

"Don't panic, we can't beat you, you can call me senior brother!" Yun Jing vowed, she, senior brother Jing, senior brother Ning, senior brother Lin, senior brother Qin, will hang and beat any monster at random, okay?

Mo Lingyun took a deep look at Yunjing, he seemed to understand, why his disciple, Uncle Yun, was at the bottom of the list, and if he had the demeanor of looking for his senior brother if he had something to do, who would be at the bottom if she wasn't at the bottom? !

But the most important thing now is, "We can't even see the shadow of this demon, how can we catch it?"

"You wait for me to get a talisman, and I will definitely be able to do it next time!" Yun Jing didn't plan to ask for help for the time being, she thought, a weasel monster, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with, right?

The author has something to say: My sister and I are really exhausted when we go shopping, hey