A green lamp, the lotus wind in the ancient courtyard, and the sound of frogs and insects ringing, highlighting the silence of the late night.

The dilapidated hall was sitting cross-legged with two figures, one wearing a blue shirt, with an ordinary face and a calm temperament, and the other was less than ten years old, with a bald head, red lips and white teeth, and a slightly fat gray robe, with a childish and ignorant eyes.

He looked at the man in blue clothes opposite him, scratched his bald head, unable to hold back his curiosity, widened his eyes and spoke:

"Master, how many bugs are there outside?"

"The first hundred and one question." The man in blue answered calmly.

"Uh..." The little shakimi was stunned. Why did she have one hundred and one question? She obviously restrained her thoughts on asking questions!

According to Master’s regulations, you can ask up to 100 questions a day, but, I am really curious!

He lowered his head, looking frustrated, and he would have to know the answer tomorrow, but there were so many interesting and new things tomorrow. A hundred questions were not enough, so he had to save money!

The child's depression came and went quickly. The little novice monk quickly raised his head and his eyes were round and said, "Master, Master, what should I do to continue telling stories tonight? I want to listen to Qi Zhengyan's story!"

"Qi Zhengyan's story..." The man in green seemed to sigh and recalled, "Where did you say last time?"

"When Qi Zhengyan was sent to Yicheng as the deputy chief, his cousin was picked up by some ghost sword and his hands and feet, and he couldn't take revenge yet!" The little shaman said proudly, "Master, is my memory great?"

"Question 102." The man in blue kept silent.

"Uh..." The little shaman pursed his lips, put aside his annoyance, and said with great enthusiasm, "Master, speak quickly, Master, I especially look forward to Qi Zhengyan avenging his cousin! He is the one who has had an adventure in the Demon Pool!"

The man in blue shirt turned his eyes to the dim light: "After Qi Zhengyan was dissuaded by the head, he endured himself on the surface and had nothing to do with the Ye family, but every night, he was quarreling and fighting fiercely."

"He, who has integrated the knowledge and experience of the demon lord, is sneering and ridiculing that things in the world are powerful and will always be the prey of the weak. Why do you resist passing on merit and resist obtaining this precious 'wealth' that is unparalleled in the world? Look at it now, you are bullied and touched by others and your relatives are helpless, and you are full of bitterness and no one says it!"

"The original 'he' was shaken, so what about the upright sect? If you don't make a contribution, you will still be cowardly and frustrated. In the final analysis, your strength is the foundation of everything. As long as you can control the influence of the magic skill and maintain your heart, what is the experience and insight of the Demon Lord worth fearing? The sword is also a murderer!"

The little novice monk listened very seriously, but this did not prevent him from interrupting: "But Master, you said that if a demon is tempted by temptation, it often starts from a very reasonable thing, and starts from where the other party thinks he can win with confidence. At first glance, it will not have any impact, but as long as this gap is opened, it will become bigger and bigger, sooner or later. Master, do I remember it very well... Uh, please continue to talk."

"Qi Zhengyan also had such concerns, so he endured it and told himself that it would be no late for a gentleman to take revenge." Yun Ningfeng said in a blue shirt.

"Yes, but in this way, it's too aggrieved, yes, aggrieved!" the young monk said righteously.

The man in blue shirt had no feedback on his reaction and continued to say to himself: "Just when he was in a state of suffering, he was sure to come. He called his cousin, looking lazy and scoundrel."

"It's really here! He has a bad temper! Will he draw his sword to help?" Xiao Shami said excitedly.

Zhending is a little monk like himself!

"After being stunned and helpless, Qi Zhengyan introduced Zhending to the backyard and said goodbye to each other. Zhending has returned to secular life and is no longer a monk, but calls himself Xiao Meng." The man in blue swears out loud.

"Oh..." Xiao Shami looked disappointed.

"Qi Zhengyan could not hide it from Xiao Meng, so he had to tell him the whole story and planned to find wine to welcome him. Xiao Meng said that there was no food when there was wine. He volunteered to go to the street to buy the most famous beef with sauce." The man in the green shirt said slowly, his tone as if the river was comfortable, with some kind of peace and joy, and a precipitation that time could not be taken away. "Qi Zhengyan spent some time to find a jar of good wine. Before he could open it, Xiao Meng bought the beef with sauce. He drank a sip of wine and said that he would take the sword along the way, unpack the package, and took it out. This was the sword of the ghost sword."

"The sword of the ghost sword? The sword is there, and the sword is gone! When Xiao Meng went to buy beef, he killed the ghost sword to avenge his cousin Qi Zhengyan? He was going to the way! He was so handsome, so cool, so cool!" Xiaoxiaomi cheered.

The man in blue glanced at him: "Are you secretly playing with the Identifier of the World again?"

"Haha..." the little shaman smiled foolishly, "Master, please continue."

"Qi Zhengyan was shocked, of course, he also yearned for revenge, and was circling the world, regardless of other things. This kind of life is the yearning for every person who is determined to go out and improve himself." Speaking of this, the man in the green shirt changed his tone, "That's all about today, you should be clear and fall asleep."

The little novice monk scratched his ears and said, "Master, I guess later, did Qi Zhengyan suffer many setbacks when he was in the world, and finally accepted the experience and insights of the Demon Lord and fell into a demon?"

"One Hundred and Three Questions, Debugged from tomorrow." The man in blue smiled. "He did accept the experience and insight of the Demon Lord because he was unwilling to accept it, but he was glad that he found the demon in his heart. The demon who was willing to sacrifice his head and shed blood for it did not lose his human nature."

"What is the devil in his heart?" The little novice monk knew that he was going to be detained, but he couldn't help but speak out.

The man in blue shirt looked at his ignorant eyes and said, "Everyone has the spiritual light of nature and is born equal. He wants to create a world where everyone has equal opportunities but is not absolutely equal."

"What is this..." The little novice monk didn't understand, but he looked very powerful, "What about Qi Zhengyan now? Master, you said he is a real person!"

The man in blue-clothed looked at the night outside the window and looked far away: "Now the world is peaceful, everyone can practice martial arts, and they can obtain the best and most solid skills when laying the foundation. After improvement, they can obtain the corresponding qualifications. There are enough opportunities to learn various peerless magical skills. The differences between the rest seem to be, and opportunities are barely considered equal. In such heavens and worlds, Qi Zhengyan is not born specifically for opposition, so of course he will stop."

His eyes were closed, and his eyes were so deep:

"The world is peaceful, and everyone has hope. Everything will leave a glimmer of hope. The sword will be sheathed and hidden in the hall without seeing the sharp edge, as if it is a common thing. If the world is upside down, the noble and the low are solidified and the people will not see the light, then the sword will be sheathed. If it does not come out, it will be a mess, and then the word "王子"

The little novice monk was confused and could only say "Oh..."

"You should be clear and fall asleep." The man in blue emphasized again.

The little novice closed his eyes and meditated to clear his heart. Suddenly, a slit appeared in his eyes and said:

"Master, Master, you are obviously not a monk, why am I a novice monk?"

"Question 106." The man in blue said with a blank expression, "Because when you were in there, you were just a little novice monk."

"Master, Master, then can I not be a monk?"

"Master, Master..."

...

The night is very deep, the moon is full, and the wind is quiet. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!