"Jinchan, there are two time travelers, what should I do?" Yuan Xing called Jinchan in his heart. Could it be that they had to send them away to complete the task? But what if Fang Qiwu didn't want to leave? He couldn't beat others.

"This, at most, no one with a destiny was found in the past, and this situation has never happened." Jin Chan's words slowly emerged, and Yuan Xing actually saw a hesitant feeling: "What if the other party is willing?"

At this time, Fang Qiwu suddenly stood up and leaned forward, almost facing Yuanxing, staring at him tightly: "Who are you communicating with?" A pair of watery and bright and bright eyes flashed, and there was a sense of coldness.

In the past few years, the fate has never been so close to the opposite sex. Being stared at this, coupled with the faint fragrance that seems to be there and there is a feeling of being unable to breathe for a while, and I can't speak for a long time.

"Tsk..." Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fang Qiwu seemed to have lost interest in talking, so he just stood up and said, "I'm hungry, I'll let the waiter serve wine and food." After that, he walked out casually.

"The aura of this woman is extremely mysterious. I'm afraid the origin is not simple. She can suppress you with one hand. Her murderous aura is very strong. Be careful." Jin Chan jumped out these words and actually hid automatically.

Fate is speechless, so are you timid?

After a while, the inn served some vegetarian buns, and Yuanxing stood up and walked to the edge of the bed and sat cross-legged without looking at the food. After some trouble before, it was almost evening and he had eaten at noon.

"Don't eat after noon?" Fang Qiwu looked at him with a smile: "Chinese monks work hard for themselves and work hard. During the Tang Dynasty, they changed the rules and had to eat four or five meals a day. In the later generations, only a few temples had this habit. Where did you practice?" This is what he was asking about the origin.

"I have been practicing in Tianchan Temple in Qingzhou since I was a child." My eyelids were half-closed, and Yuan Xing replied lightly.

"Qingzhou?" Zhou Mo, who was gnawing on the steamed buns, looked up strangely. This place name is quite ancient.

"I am just a wild monk in modern times." Perhaps I am sympathetic, Yuan Xing did not hide the fact that I had traveled through time: "Tianchan Temple is in another world, and I have lived there for sixteen years." His tone was a little erratic. After leaving for a few months, he actually missed his master and senior brother again.

"It's rare that you can practice sincerely after leaving the temple. No wonder I saw that you are clean and outspoken." Fang Qiwu sighed: "It turns out that he is a true cultivation."

"The Taoist priest mischievously praised it. It's just a habit that has been used to for many years, so I'm too lazy to change it."

Fang Qiwu stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled, picked up the dish and put it in his mouth: "I am the oldest here, and I will arrange the next itinerary. Do you have no objection?"

"I'll listen to the Taoist priest." Zhou Mo replied quickly.

"Affect the orders." Yuan Xing put his hands together. Although he did not reveal his age and origin, according to Zhou Mo's description, he was obviously half a landlord. It was much better to hear that she was a blind eye than to be blind. It was still easy to get through three months. But at this time, he didn't know that the other party was a local snake, but it was also a disaster for the physical condition, and the future itinerary would be very exciting.

"Let's go south tomorrow, at least you will enter the territory of the Song Dynasty." Fang Qiwu clapped his hands and made a decision.

"Why? It's almost summer, how cool the north is?" Zhou Mo was puzzled.

"Because there will be a big war in the Song and Liao dynasties this year, the consequence of this war is to conclude the Tanyuan Alliance." Yuan Xing explained, but sighed in his heart. This guy even called himself a writer, and he didn't know such a famous war.

"We can't afford to both sides, so we must not hide far away, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble." Fang Qiwu nodded, but his tone was extremely complicated.

Yuan Xing sighed. Even though he knew the ending, he could only watch the war happen. This was not a good feeling. Do you want to change it? The army on both sides would not listen to him, and he was really powerless.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a long time. Yuan Xing slapped his head and took out two cans of coke from his bag and placed it on the table: "This is my last inventory." In fact, this coke is also the last link to verify the identity of a time traveler. It was just that the other party showed his identity directly and was useless. It was definitely not something he had to carry with him when he was greedy. As for whether archaeologists in this world would dig out something that was not ancient in a grave in a certain tomb, this is not what he should consider.

Zhou Mo didn't think this was a good thing, so he took the lead and burped in satisfaction.

Fang Qiwu stared for a while, then took out a booklet from his arms and threw it to Yuan Xing: "I would like to drink you for nothing. I see that your internal and external skills are not bad, but your body skills are less flexible. This is my own light skills, so I can learn it."

Seeing that the other party answered, she knocked open and took a sip. Her movements were very slow, and her expression was not clear when the mask covered her face. Her eyes were flowing, and she obviously was not calm inside...

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That night, Yuanxing and Zhou Mo had the same room.

"Master, why don't you sleep in the bed?" Zhou Mo looked at the monk who was hitting the floor, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I usually use meditation instead of sleep. If there is a place, the donor doesn't have to care." Yuan Xing smiled and sat cross-legged on the mattress, but did not enter into meditation. Instead, he took out the booklet given by Fang Qiwu and read it under the candlelight.

This technique called "Light Water and Flowing Wave" is not only a nice name, but also has profound content. It is obviously an extremely masterful body light technique.

Zhou Mo said with some envy: "I also beg Master Fang to learn some kung fu. Master said that I am old and only taught some fists."

Yuan Xing looked at him and comforted him: "Master Fang's strength is unfathomable, and it is also an amazing fate to just learn some fists and feet. You will definitely benefit from it when you go back in the future."

"Yes!" Zhou Mo nodded in agreement: "I can see the power of Taoist priest. We have encountered several waves of savage bandits before. Taoist priest is too lazy to deal with. He flew with such a big man as me, and the other party couldn't catch up with him even riding a horse. I could only feel the whistling wind in my ears, which was really exciting." After a pause, he shook his shoulders and sighed: "It's just that every time I get down, either my arm hurts or my shoulder hurts."

Fate: "…"

On the second day, this strange combination of monks, Taoism and vulgarity began to move south. After five days, we arrived in the Song Dynasty. The journey was smooth sailing and only took some time at the level. In the end, Taoist Master Fang spent some money to pass the level safely.

After passing the test, the few people did not stop, but continued to walk south. After these days, the few people were already very familiar with each other.

That day, it was already evening when several people settled in a dilapidated land temple outside the village.

Since the dry food was exhausted at noon, the monk began to discuss who would pay for food. One said that the toll for entry into the country was paid by himself, and the other said that the dry food for lunch was bought by himself. Anyway, no one wanted to pay for it, and he was even more reluctant to move.

I don’t know whether it was a conflict of faith or a personality issue, but there must be a debate during the rest along the way. What’s rare is that although the two were arguing, their tone was slow and they were not angry. Anyway, the two of them just talked and never really started fighting, so Zhou Mo just regarded it as watching crosstalk to relieve his boredom. But today, he couldn’t do it. After walking for a day, he was so hungry.

"I said, since you don't want to pay, then beg for alms! One of you is a Taoist priest and the other is a monk. I am not familiar with this business?" Zhou Mo couldn't help but say that the two of them were full of money, and neither of them was a lack of money. Now that I said this, it was obvious that they were arguing with each other, and he couldn't help but tell his own solution.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the scene immediately became quiet.

A monk looked at each other for a while, Fang Qiwu coughed, looked up at the sky, and said leisurely, "I have always been begging for alms with the donor who I like, and there is no one here who is destined to beg for me." After that, he glanced at the opposite side: "Unlike Buddhist disciples, they have to eat whatever they give, just like begging for food."

"..." Yuanxing was speechless. It was so heartbreaking that my sister. Even if she really begs for food, we didn't want your family?

I'm afraid there are not many Taoist priests in the world who can catch your eyes? Zhou Mo complained in his heart and looked at the monk again.

Yuanxing scratched his bald head and said a little embarrassedly: "It's not the time to eat. I have eaten lunch. If I beg for alms again, it's a violation of the precepts." He couldn't help but think of his only begging for alms. Alas, it's better not to mention it.
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