When they interacted, the host of Qingyun Temple kept closing his eyes and fiddling with the Buddhist beads silently.

The city lord on the main seat was stunned, and the little monk Lennian wished he could be blinded by his eyes.

However, neither party concerned cares.

On this point, Heng Yu and Qingju are rare in tacit understanding.

"City Lord, let me leave this person to you for disposal." Heng Yu looked at the city lord sitting in the main seat.

Hearing Heng Yu's words, the city lord who had been wandering around the sky slowly came to his senses.

He quickly bowed seriously: "Miss Luo, please rest assured. City Lord Zhao has done a good job in the position of City Lord over the years. I will not let him die in vain."

In this whole incident, Lord Zhao can be said to be quite innocent.

As the city lord, he had a serious case under his rule, and the evidence was conclusive. According to the law, that man could have died ten or eight times.

As a result, the person who enforced the law impartially lost his life.

It cannot be even more unfair!

But after saying that, the city lord thought of Fan Changping's master Xiaoyaozi again.

The Void Alliance is a second-rate sect. This girl Luo is born in a mysterious background and is normal for not looking down on the Void Alliance. He doesn't have the confidence to offend the Void Alliance.

The city lord unconsciously felt a little worried.

Heng Yu thought about it and knew what he was worried about: "City Lord, please relax. As long as you spread the news that Fan Changping is an evil demon, Xiaoyaozi will not take his anger on you."

The evil demon is the common enemy of both good and evil in the entire cultivation world. Xiaoyaozi dares not take the blame for the world to protect his disciples.

Hearing Heng Yu's words, the city lord felt a little more open.

He bowed to Heng Yu and laughed: "Let Miss Luo take a joke."

Heng Yu made a gesture and returned the gift.

She didn't look at Fan Changping who was kneeling on the ground and said directly: "It's getting late. Now that things have come to an end, I'll say goodbye first."

After saying that, Heng Yu turned around and left the city lord's mansion.

After she left, Zaiwu, Lenian and the host also stood up to say goodbye.

After walking out of the city lord's mansion, Le Nian was a little reluctant to speak, and from time to time he looked up and realized.

He thought he had concealed it well, but he didn't know that from the time he presided over and realized, he had already noticed his actions.

He returned to the small courtyard where he lived in silence. He pushed open the wooden door of his wing room and looked at Nian: "Come in."

"Senior brother..."

Knowing the truth took the lead in and pushed open the closed wooden window for breathability.

Le Nian hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and followed him in.

"If you have any confusion, just ask."

"Senior Brother..." Le Nian tried hard to muster up the courage, "Why do you want to indulge that witch so much? You know... you know..."

As he spoke, Lenin's voice slowly lowered.

He grew up in Wuding Sect and only met a woman when he occasionally went down the mountain to assist his senior brothers in preaching Buddhism.

But all of those women were devout to the Buddha's heart and were reserved towards these Buddhist practitioners. They did not dare to ask their senior brother to help her wipe away the blood on her face like this witch.

There was cool boiled water in the kettle. I poured water from a clean tea cup and pushed the cup in front of Nian.

"Since I don't understand, why do you need to ask more questions?"

Le Nian was stunned: "Does that witch understand?"

Dawu asked him: "Did you notice that the city lord is worried about it today in the city lord's mansion?"

He didn't realize it, he didn't have any thoughts, and he didn't even have the presidency of the profound Buddhist teachings.

In terms of understanding people's hearts, Luozhu is indeed far beyond many people.

So why didn't she know the reason why he indulged in every way?

After sending away Nian, Leju picked up a scripture and read it casually.

After reading a few lines of words, I became a little distracted when I realized it.

He lowered his eyes and took out a simple jade box from the storage ring.

Gently pushing open the jade box, a piece of ginkgo leaves lie quietly inside.

Under the gaze of enlightenment, the veins of this leaf suddenly lit up.

-

Heng Yu is visiting the Cultivator Market.

This town is shared by mortals and cultivators. Since there is a market dedicated to mortals, there are naturally places dedicated to mortals for mortals to trade.

There are many casual cultivators selling books, materials and magic weapons in this market.

However, most of these casual cultivators are in the Qi training period, and the materials and magic weapons they sell are of no use to Hengyu, so she mainly searches for books and see if she is interested in them.

All the paper books are placed on the stall next door.

Heng Yu walked directly to the stall, squatted down, and reached out to pick up a book.

The cover of the book contains six words "Cheng Hao's Cultivation Notes" written on black and white.

The name is so grand, Heng Yu turned the first page and looked at it-

Cheng Hao's parents died since childhood. The only relic he left was a seemingly ordinary necklace left by his mother. One day, Cheng Hao was injured, and blood dripped into the necklace, and unexpectedly awakened the million-year-old beast sleeping in the necklace...

Heng Yu: "…"

Fortunately, she was looking forward to the content of the book before she opened it, but after she opened it...

It's actually a book to use it as a time to spend?!

"A fairy, do you have anything to like?"

The stall owner looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and had a third level of cultivation. His stall had no business. At this time, he saw a monk coming over and quickly greeted him with great sincerity.

Heng Yu glanced at the script in his hand and asked, "Is there any script that is not so routine and has a more interesting plot?"

Does she like reading the storybook?

No, she doesn't like to read this kind of trick that is already a mess!

In the world of cultivation, it is impossible for people to go into seclusion for decades to practice. It is also good to stock up on some story books in storage rings.

The boy was stunned and came back to his senses and said quickly: "Yes, yes!"

While he was searching for a storybook, Heng Yu also casually looked at the books sold on the stall.

Most of them are in vernacular books, and occasionally some books are dilapidated and old, and they can't tell what they are talking about.

In the corner, a book with mottled cover is quietly lying quietly.

Because the cover fell off, Heng Yu saw the content on the title page of the book and vaguely saw four handwritten characters "Amitabha".

She walked over and leaned down to pick up the book.

When he picked up the book, Heng Yu unconsciously took the strength of his hands and carefully protected it with his spiritual power.

She always had the illusion that if she tried harder, the book might crack on the spot.

After turning on the first page and reading it carefully, Heng Yu found that this book was a travel notation.

This records what a monk named "Yuanjing" encountered while preaching in the world, and it also records a lot of experiences.

This book is quite suitable for Lunar.

"How many spirit stones are there in these few stories together with this book."

The boy smiled and his tiger teeth showed his eyes: "The story is just two low-grade spirit stones. The book the fairy said is already worn out, even if it is a low-grade spirit stone."

This young man obviously regarded travel notes as valuable things.

But for her enlightenment, the predecessors' experiences are sometimes better than various secrets of martial arts.

Heng Yu rubbed the travel notes in his hand, and did not emphasize its value in particular, so he paid as the boy said.

When passing by the bookstore, Heng Yu even went in and bought pen, ink, paper and ink.

She had practiced calligraphy before traveling through time, but that was just to practice casually when she was interested in hobbies.

Now that she comes to this world, brush calligraphy is the general font. She must practice it well when she has time, so she will not be able to take out her handwriting.

Back in the yard, Heng Yu set up the window in the study and practiced writing in the sunset that had just begun to fall.

She spread the rice paper and dipped it ink to write it.

——Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, and only those who drank were left with their names.

The handwriting is flowing and flowing, floating like floating clouds.

Although there is no such thing as a great man, it can be considered middle-class and upper-class.
To be continued...