Chapter 35 The Immortal in Green Shirt

After the pretty girl gave Chen Jiu the coin, she left when the sky was completely clear, accompanied by female monks Yingying and Yanyan.

Chen Jiu's ranking on the romantic list, because of the strength of the women in the city, he squeezed into the top ten and sat at the tenth place.

Because of this, Chen Jiu got the title of "The Lost Green Shirt".

Many female monks called him like this, and most male monks still called him Chen Xiaoren.

Since that day, the pretty woman would come here every morning, silently handing Chen Jiu a string of coins without saying a word, just watching him for a while, and then walking away slowly.

Every time Chen Jiu arrived at this time, he felt extremely embarrassed. He had collected the coins and hadn't done anything. How could he engage in such an unconscionable business.

So he left the pretty woman behind and insisted on humming a tune for her.

The pretty girl blushed and said no, she shook her skirt, and sat quietly beside him for a while. When the sky became clear, she waved her hand to Chen Jiu with a smile, and strode away.

Should be very happy.

Chen Jiu tilted his head and gave a wry smile.

In the middle of this month, Chen Jiu brought a jug of wine to the top of the city, and performed the last ditty for the female monks. At the end of the evening, he got up to drink, held up the jug, and smiled at the surrounding female nuns.

"Goodbye, mountains and rivers."

The next day, the down-and-out green-shirted man went into the forest alone.

At noon, the heavens and the earth have a majestic spiritual energy and strong air transport, which converge into rivers and go straight to the mountains.

Great vision of heaven and earth!

It caused everyone in the city to be suspicious, and wondered which genius in the city had done such an astonishing thing.

At the high house in the north of the city, the young man who is a man of mountains and waters slowly walked out of the house, looked at the vision of heaven and earth, frowned, and muttered.

"This kind of battle to break the ground is really terrifying. Is it Jing Zhenghong?"

He shook his head and reached out to rub his earlobe.

"It shouldn't be, Jing Zhenghong is still a little bit worse with such a great luck in heaven and earth."

The Kongtong Secret Realm didn't even open the door, which meant that this person was still within the five foundation-building realms, so he could eliminate ten people in that city.

For the rest of the cultivation geniuses, if you screen them carefully, they are all possible or impossible.

The only thing that is certain is that after breaking through the realm, this person's combat power is absolutely extremely strong in the same realm, and should be stronger than that of the same realm's natural swordsman.

Some monks are just so unreasonable and outrageously strong.

The young man shook his head helplessly. It seemed that it was not so easy for him to secure the number one position in the city.

He suddenly smiled again, circled the aura of heaven and earth in his hand, played with it lightly, and said in a low voice: "This is how it is fun."

Today, Chen Jiu was on the bank of the great lake in the mountains, and killed the snake that was entrenched in the four peaks with one punch.

The fisting intent that had been warming his body for nearly half a month suddenly tilted away.

Just for one punch!

The big lake was hit by waves, and the shore was shot horizontally, and the water in the lake dropped three feet.

The great visions of heaven and earth came together and rushed into Chen Jiu's body crazily, all due to martial arts.

High in the clouds, the old scholar looked down suspiciously, smiled, and grabbed it with one hand, condensing the luck of heaven and earth together, and stuffed his brain into Chen Jiu's body.

After all, Kongtong Secret Realm is a small world, and it will be troublesome if there is a big vision in the world for too long.

I want to wrong this young man to suffer a little bit, and torture his body a little more.

When the old scholar stuffed the luck into Chen Jiu's body, he was surprised, turned his head and smiled at the red-faced Taoist priest: "You are a natural demon subduing master of the Taoist lineage, but you don't know what your natal supernatural power is."

The red-faced Taoist rubbed the soles of his feet, waved his hands and replied, "None of my business."

The old scholar smiled, the wrinkles on his face were piled together, like mountains, and asked again: "How can you thank me for eating and drinking with me for so many days?"

The Taoist lifted up the hand rubbing his feet, dug his nostrils with his little finger, and then used his finger to point to the big sun in the sky.

"Why don't I kill that little beast for you, lest you have to discipline it."

The old scholar waved his hands and said with a smile: "I must try."

In the big day in Kongtong Secret Realm, a great demon whose real name is Fei Guang who ranks exactly one hundred in "Strange Landscapes" is being detained.

He was once detained here by an old scholar during the battle when the monster race crossed the sea and attacked Tianguang Prefecture. After the war ended, he was imprisoned in the Great Sun and educated by the old scholar.

The great monster at the peak of the twelve realms has never seen the real sun and moon for thousands of years.

It's for a bird in a cage.

When Chen Jiu came out of the mountains again in the evening, he was already in the fourth realm of physical cultivation.

The autumn wind is blowing tonight, and the gates of the city are wide open, as if to welcome guests.

The desolate man in the blue shirt fluttered his clothes, folded his sleeves with his hands, muttered "Autumn coolness and clothes", and walked slowly into the city.

Nobody cares about him.

They are all pedestrians.

This year autumn comes very early and winter comes very late.

Li Xian had mostly recovered from his cough and cold, and was wearing a thick coat, running outside every day, with nothing to do.

The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes would sometimes stand blankly at the top of the city, looking at the mountains, and then reach out to touch the big sword on his back. Whenever this happened, the young man's eyes would be a little sad.

Master once said that Li Xian is the celestial being of the sword celestial being.

But he is far away from the Sword Immortal, I don't know how many thousands of miles away.

When he was in Zongmen before, his master always told him not to rush, take his time, it should be Li Xian's sword fairy, and he couldn't run away.

Then the master died.

He is still in the second realm.

Zongmen is gone.

Still in the second realm.

Li Xian is the only one left in Jianhu Northwest.

Carrying the Zongmen Zhongxing flying sword "giant".

He is also a close disciple.

Spring has passed and autumn has come for several years, only the two realms have not changed.

Empty long years.

Li Xian, who was almost no longer a teenager, got up, walked down the wall in silence, and entered the mountain range alone.

It's winter today with a little snow.

When Chen Jiu returned to the city in the evening, he found that the young man had a bruised nose, a swollen face, and a bloody head, and he was applying medicine to his face.

Chen Jiu put aside some of the monsters he hunted today as devices, sat beside the boy, and asked with a frown, "What's the matter?"

The boy raised his head and said in pain, "Monster Hunter is gone."

It seemed that the young man should be the one being hunted.

Chen Jiu smiled, "Are you sending the head outside?"

The young man applied the medicine carefully, shook his head and said, "I didn't give away the head, but that idiot is too hard to hit. I chopped it with my sword, but it bounced off my own head."

Chen Jiu gave a thumbs up, "Then it's pretty cool that you didn't get hacked to death by yourself."

The boy explained: "The giant didn't attack, and if he couldn't cut it, I just wanted to smash that stupid turtle."

Chen Jiu was taken aback, and suggested: "Then your sword must be called a hammer, not a saw."

The young man frowned, "Master got a name, and I don't think it sounds good. Actually, I want to change it."

Chen Jiu was curious, "What for?"

"Stupid basket."

Chen Jiu was stunned, and asked in puzzlement, "Why?"

That doesn't sound like a good thing.

The boy explained: "Because Master often calls me a silly basket."

He hesitated for a while, and then continued: "Actually, I also thought about the title of old fool, but I think it's inappropriate to call Master like this."

Only then did Chen Jiu understand.

You put your finger on Huai Sang for your feelings.

He patted the young man on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "After so many years, your master can still let you live until now, it's really hard for him."

The young man didn't understand what Chen Jiu meant, so he said to himself: "Master is very good to me, but sometimes when we quarrel, Master would call me a fool, and I would call Master an old fool."

In the young man's words, it seemed that he was very nostalgic.

Chen Jiu nodded and exclaimed, "It's really a kind father and a filial son."

The two sat in the wind and snow, discussed it, and waited for the young man to finish applying the medicine, then ran to buy two jugs of wine, which they called good wine to heal wounds, and slipped to the top of the city to eat at a famous shop. Started hot pot.

The hot pot in the cold wind on a snowy night is always more comfortable to eat. The boiling water swells with oil stains and is scalding hot.

Chen Jiu picked up the sliced meat, bit it down in one bite, and took another sip of wine, his green eyes narrowed slightly, feeling very comfortable.

The young man ate very unsightly. He ate meat and drank heavily, and before he finished chewing, he picked it up again.

Fortunately, with the boy's bruised nose and swollen face, no one probably knows him anymore.

Chen Jiu shook his head helplessly, but he didn't have such a good appetite as the young man, so he fell back on the chair, took a good drink, and took a sip.

At the top of the city, there was a young girl walking alone with a candy figurine, her pretty eyes were full of smiles, she was curious about the stalls around her, she wanted to go over to have a look, and then after repeated introductions from the stall owner, she bought some out of curiosity. things, in the arms of the thick jacket.

The girl wears a sword at her waist.

Chen Jiu saw the girl and suddenly looked up.

The boy, who was eating meat with his head down, looked at Chen Jiu doubtfully.

Chen Jiu looked at the young man with a serious expression, and said seriously, "I found the target."

She was one of the five sword cultivators at the city gate that day, and should be Jing Zhenghong's junior sister.

Although it is said that there is a grievance and a debt, but these people are unrighteous first, so it is no wonder that Chen Jiu is ruthless.

Under Li Xian's suspicious gaze, Chen Jiu got up, walked up to the girl with a flagon in his hand, and stopped her face to face.

The girl was holding a lot of small gadgets and was happily counting when someone blocked her way suddenly, her brows were slightly frowned, and her body slightly raised her sword posture.

The girl's crisp voice sounded.

"What do you want?"

Chen Jiu smiled, and said a little louder, "Girl, you didn't clean your eyes."

The girl's pretty face was instantly flushed with blush, and with a wave of her sleeves, those gadgets disappeared, and then she had a delicate vanity mirror in her hand, and hurriedly looked into the mirror.

The girl looked at it for a long time, but there was nothing in the corner of her eyes. She blushed and her pretty face eased up a bit. She breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around angrily, intending to ask the man why he teased her for no reason.

It's just that when he turned his head, there were no green shirts left, only the snowy night was left.