Chapter 1488: beggar

After dealing with some things, the three of them drank to reminisce about the past. Burning Wen Xiao? Say?????????`
When he was drunk, Zhou Shu's expression suddenly changed, arched his hands, got up and left.
Hua Lin was puzzled, "What happened to Brother Zhou?"
Zhao Yige drank to himself, "What else? I must have found something abnormal, but it looks serious this time, maybe I have found that thing."
Hua Lin didn't realize it, "Huh? Shall we go?"
Zhao Yige waved his hand and drank it again. "In this Lingyu city, there should be nothing he can't do. Waiting for it, you haven't finished telling your story just now, keep talking..."
After thinking about it, Hua Lin smiled, "Back then, the Hua family..."
Zhou Shu was in the shape of electricity, and soon appeared on the street before.
"Why is this..."
Under the calm complexion, there is a turbulent heart.
The divine thoughts he released were constantly searching, and most of them were normal, but the ray of divine thoughts left by the beggar disappeared, and disappeared without a trace, until he felt it here.
Who can quietly annihilate his spirit?
Even Zhou Shu couldn't believe it, even the nine-fold cultivator crossing the Tribulation Realm might not be able to do it.
He glanced away, and the beggar had long since disappeared.
And none of his other divine thoughts felt the beggar, and he disappeared silently.
This opponent...
In the first battle outside the Chongyang Palace, after Zhou Shu defeated Total Unrest, he was basically certain that no one in the realm of Xiuxian could pose a big threat to him. Totally Uneasy was the eighth-layer monk who crossed the Tribulation Realm. He also relied on the Flowing Fire Array. It was also conceding defeat, so that Zhou Shu had a clear understanding of his own strength, no more scruples, no matter who the opponent was, he would no longer have the feeling of surging heart.
But at this time, he was really worried.
Is that beggar really a mortal?
Could it be that the cultivation level has reached the point where others can't see the realm at all?
The old man in the tavern was still talking loudly, and Zhou Shu appeared in front of him in a flash.
"Where did the beggar go?"
"What beggar... what are you doing, do you want to die!"
Suddenly there was an extra person in front of the old man, and he asked himself directly, disregarding his identity as a cultivator of the gods, and immediately became furious, only to find that no matter what method he used, he was like a stone sinking into the sea without any response.
The old man paused immediately and whispered, "Senior...who is Senior?"
Zhou Shu Zheng said, "Don't ask who I am, the beggar you looked at before, did you see it, where did you go?"
"That beggar?"
The old man stagnated, "The beggar with the eight-colored clouds on his head?"
Zhou Shu asked suspiciously, "Bose, shouldn't the extravagance you talk about be auspicious clouds with seven colors?"
"Normal is seven colors, but there is still a ray of black on the top of his head. You can't see it if you don't look closely. It is because of this that the old man did not come forward to make friends. The seven colors are mixed and black, and there is great luxury in one, but it is not a good sign. ..."
The old man Yiwuyishi explained that the previous words were a bit nonsense.
Zhou Shu pondered slightly, "Where did he go?"
The old man hurriedly said, "Well, I walked out along this street, and soon disappeared. Well, it seems to be walking very fast. Huh, how about people?"
When I looked again, the person in front of me was gone, as if he had never been.
The old man shook his head and stroked his beard, "What's the matter, is it because the old man had a dream in the daytime..."
Zhou Shu went straight forward and quickly rushed out of the city gate.
The perception of divine consciousness seemed to have no effect on the beggar, but vision should be possible, otherwise the old man would not see it.
Outside Lingyu City, there is a plain with a wide view.
Sure enough, a hundred miles ahead, there was a beggar staggering, looking at that appearance, it was the beggar who was in the city before.
Zhou Shu's heart widened, and he immediately caught up.
The two were no more than a hundred miles apart, but they didn't know that after chasing for a while, the distance was getting farther and farther. In the line of sight, the beggar turned into a small black spot, and he couldn't see it.
Although Zhou Shu is not good at speed, few people can match him when he unfolds his escape technique.
This beggar turned out to be faster than him.
Seeing that he would not be able to catch up, Zhou Shu whispered, "Forgive me for being rude."
The green sword shot out, drawing a long rainbow, swift as a gust of wind in the domain, the sword light flickered, and between several rises and falls, it was only a few miles away from the black spot.
The speed of the monk is difficult to compare with the full speed of the flying sword, and there is a domain bonus.
On the sword, Zhou Shu's spirit was naturally attached.
Zhou Shu said slowly, "Who is the Daoist and what is it for you to come and go in a hurry."
"Ah."
With a chuckle, the beggar turned his head back, exactly what he had seen before. The red dot between his brows became unusually shiny, bright but not divergent, like stars in the night sky.
Seeing the abnormality, Zhou Shu's expression tightened, "What did you do in Lingyu City?"
"Hehe, why bother to chase after him."
The deep sound seemed to come from the ancients, and it was also a bit harsh.
Facing Zhou Shu, the beggar was still slowly backing away, but it only seemed to be slow. The two were still far apart, Zhou Shu still couldn't get closer, but got farther and farther away.
Zhou Shuning said, "Who are you on earth?"
The beggar smiled slightly, "I'm already in your hands, and ask who am I?"
Zhou Shu's heart moved, "You really came out of it."
"I'm so bored for too long, too long."
The beggar slowly nodded his head ~EbookFREE.me~ with a rather desolate meaning, "It's good to be able to come out, and thank you...well, that thing will be given to you, if you can find a way to use it, haha."
Zhou Shu's heart shook slightly, and he only shouted in a deep voice, "What the are you, what did you do in Lingyu City?"
The beggar said faintly, "It's too long to be bored, it's just a little bit of life."
"vitality?"
Zhou Shu's heart was shocked, "Did you take the life of the people in the city?"
"Vitality and death are not the lifespan of a person. Don't worry, it's not harmful. You will come back in a few days."
The beggar shook his head, with some regrets in his eyes, "Hehe, your city is really full of life, if you can, I really want to live forever, it's a pity, oh..."
Zhou Shu was a little at a loss. He might understand the vitality, but what is the deadlock? And judging from the beggar's words, the deadlock is not exclusive to people, even the city.
In a daze, the beggar was far away, only a little dazed, and soon disappeared.
A voice came from a distance, "You are very good, reminds me of him, alas... I will see you later."
Knowing that it is impossible to catch up, Zhou Shu stood still, speechless for a while.
Soon, Qing Jian returned to him.
Caiying was surprised, "That person is so strange, the sword intent of this palace seems to be completely out of reach, and can only move there."
"Well, I think it's weird too, just go back."
Zhou Shu picked up the green sword and walked back to the city slowly.
There are many doubts in his mind, and the only thing that can be determined is that this beggar is not a real entity, but an incorporeal body, but it is completely indistinguishable by the divine consciousness.
Is it really the tool in that thing?
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