Chapter 244: old haunt

What is the most surprising thing about the ancient monk who carries a giant fish with him?
That fish?
No, it is the gourd that holds the fish.
Nan Hongzi looked at the cyan gourd with surprise. He heard that Chen He had talked about the South China Sea. This appearance seems to only be able to pour into the big gourd of a pot of soup, which contains a swallowing beast?
Every monk has a storage bag, but even if it is a storage magic weapon, you can't put a living thing.
You can put a living thing, and it is such a huge monster, even if the monster will become bigger and smaller, the storage magic weapon is not recognized, as long as you go in, you have to restore the original shape, otherwise anyone can make things smaller and stuffed into the store. The bag, there will be no shortage of space for the storage bag of the lower product - this magic weapon, no, this is definitely a fairy!
Yang Xinyue slowly wrapped the gourd into the felt robe. When leaning back, the whole person was fat. If you don’t wrap it in a felt, it’s comparable to a seven-year-old gourd hanging on the body. Everything will be looked at.
If this is a fairy, the monk can use it to pretend that it is stubborn, and the blind eye can't be added.
Nan Hongzi can't help but feel sympathy: the fish is not easy to raise!
"Every time you eat a lot." Nan Hong looked at the gourd still making a move.
Yang Xinyue disapproved: "You don't have to eat, just give it a sleep."
"..."
The world is difficult, and it is not easy to make a fish.
Nan Hongzi changed his position to the fish, and a new feeling came out.
It’s too obvious that his eyes are too obvious. Yang Xinyue had to cough:
The food it loves has been extinct with the breakdown of the ancient wilderness, and there is nowhere to look for it. Even its blood is only one. It is still a whale that has not been mutated in the ancient wilderness, and swallowing whales only eat shrimp."
This is all starved to death!
Only those guys who put down their dignity and swallowed the shrimps still survived.
Nan Hongzi grinned and respected this world cycle.
Yang Xinyue glared at the gourd and said carelessly: "You don't mind, you can swallow it all the way, not to smell your mutton soup."
Nan Hongzi looked down at the jar of soup water and fished the leg of the lamb with chopsticks.
"This is Luoyang mutton soup. The poor road has been studied in a mutton shop in Luoyang for many years. Since I was a monk, I have no interest in eating. The taste of this place has not been tasted elsewhere. I did not expect that -

As soon as I came back to the mortal Qu Hong, I felt that there was no more beautiful thing than the Luoyang Mutton Soup in the deepest memory.
Yang Xinyue casually looked at Nan Hongzi’s eyes and found the clue:
Are you taking the house?

Nan Hongzi said bluntly: "I should have found a newborn baby who was born or lost, but the result was delayed. When I found this child, he lost his way to death and died. I lacked congenital I want to fly so hard."
"is it?"
Yang Xinyue’s subconscious questioning immediately noticed that Nan Hongzi was just talking about it. He didn’t worry about this kind of thing at all. He immediately said,
You are a Luoyang person?

As the patriarch of the Nanhe ancestor 8,000 years ago, Luoyang Xiangyang had no difference to him.
But his soul was born to this world, just happened to be Luoyang.
Just leaving my hometown is still too young, Luoyang has something to eat, has long forgotten, just remember that Luojia is a flower farmer, the peony sold every year is enough for a family to chew, but the good times are not long, my father is hooked on the scorpion, I owe too much debt and finally sold a few children.
Most of the East China Sea monks are from Liangyange, which are sold from all over the country and sold to the South China Sea.
This person who reincarnates Yang Xinyue is no exception.
After hundreds of years, nothing can be found, but it is exempt from the secular world.
"The poor road is born in Luoyang, before the monk... cough, when it is less, it is the mutton soup shop running in the hall." Nan Hongzi did not even explain this.
The world only knows the story of Nan Hongzi's own enlightenment, only knowing that he is the general of the former dynasty.
But no one is born to be a general, and the family is famous in the Guanzhong generation. It was a later event. In their early years, they were in Luoyang, Kanto. The big family has more than a dozen poor relatives. Those who can't eat rice, don't have to pull the following out to find a job, and can't rely on the son-in-law to do needlework.
When the soldiers were in chaos, the court recruited troops and went to house to check the household registration.
Then, in the frontiers, how many years of death and death, the generals of the side of the border died faster than the court. The sons of the family who have the family and the family did not dare to go here, and slowly took out the name of a regular victory general. head.
"Yes? You have the power to kill, but I can't see my eyes." Yang Xinyue sharply pierced the unspoken words of Nan Hongzi. "As far as I know, there has been no major event in the world of cultivation for hundreds of years.

"Yang Zongzhu’s remarks have been made. Three hundred years ago, there was a disaster of changing the dynasty. In recent days, the chaos of the realm of the realm has started again. Seeing it is a catastrophe that swept through China. You can say nothing."
Yang Xinyue said coldly: "The people you killed, thousands of people... No, you have seen the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people. This kind of killing gas has penetrated into your soul. The ancient wild is broken for many years, nowadays How many monks are there in the world?"
Nan Hongzi’s meal:
So, is the sovereign?

"The ancient wild beast is suffering, the endless life, the endless, the masters of our generation, do you have to kill and add?" Yang Xinyue really because Nan Hongzi looks, and the ancient monks have something in common, this is willing Stop and talk more.
"In addition to the beast, there are gods."
Nan Hongzi’s words made Yang Xinyue suddenly discolored:
You—

"The ancient wild is not the shredded monster."
Nan Hongzi took the puddles with ease and leisurely, and began to drink mutton soup.
The soup was delicious, and he sighed with satisfaction. "There is no way to forget the poor, when the sovereign is alive, the ancient waste is still fine!"
Hit people do not face, revealing people do not reveal short.
Nan Hongzi was embarrassed to Yang Xinyue. The latter was very sturdy, but he was very calm and suffocated. He did not blame or refute. This made some priests trying to find out why a Nanchong patriarch would fall to this place was somewhat disappointed.
"I seem to remember the saying of the world now, the Taoist is a monk who does not eat?" Yang Xinyue said sullenly.
"Oh!"
Nan Hongzi used a tone of alive and dead to make a casual wave: "This priest is doing whatever I want. I don't know what my family is. Yang Zongzhu probably doesn't know. This man, the monk is going to spend a little time. The true monk is a true Taoist, the others are fake, and they are cheating."
"..."
Nan Hongzi took the crocks and chopsticks together, and leaned his hands on the back of the head. Then he lay on the wall and rested in his mouth. He said something in his mouth: "The poor road will not disturb the lord's important things. The wind and sand will not change, the lamb has no There will be a period later."
The South China Sea is so far away from Guanwai, Yang Xinyue has come all the way, obviously it is something.
No matter what, Nan Hongzi is not interested.
- The former Sovereign of Nan Hezong symbolizes the troubles of Tian Da.
Before life, after death, piles of piles.
As a result, Yang Xinyue did not leave, sitting still: "This place is where I want to come?"
Nan Hongzi’s strange eyes opened and he repeated it unbelievably:
Here?

What can attract Yang Xinyue to a waste city outside the desert? Can there be treasures?
Until the sunset fell and the ruins fell into darkness, Yang Xinyue said slowly: "This is the residence of Nanhe Zong 8,000 years ago."
"..."
Nan Hongzi instinctively said that the other party was telling lies, then he thought of one thing, is it -
"The city, and the wasteland below dozens of miles away, there are intricate dark passages, very long-term, I do not know who made it, solid and abnormal, this is the legacy of Nanhe Zong?"
Yang Xinyue frowned: "So, you are not passing here?"
The remnants of thousands of years ago have sunk to the bottom of the earth. It is ridiculous here, and how can ordinary people discover it.
Nan Hongzi’s smile two times, lest Yang Xinyue say that there is a treasure here, a North Xuan Mi Bao, tossing him to regain his strength, not flying, but another one, it is really terrible.
Fortunately, Yang Xinyue just looked at the extinguished fire and did not delve into this problem.
"The name is Nanhe Zong, I am afraid that it is in the south, here is the north--" Nan Hongzi’s words are not detailed, the ancient wild is broken, and the remaining is only a small part of the land of the year, the bitter cold outside the place, below The buried stone road that was buried is actually the site of the ancient ruins of the ancients. This is really something that no one can think of.
Nan Hezong lost, the ruins of the martial art, a little bit of things have not survived.
Only the stone road...
"At least still, if there are ancestors in the North Xuan faction, they can't even find the place!" Nan Hongzi said disapprovingly.
Three thousand years ago, it was destroyed. Some people would like to dig a three-footed treasure to find a mountain.
"Hey." Yang Xinyue apparently heard about this. For the end of the old rivalry, he was only cold and cold, and did not say anything mean.
The setting sun fell, and the hooves and vocals came from the end of the wilderness in the night.
A passing caravan is facing the ruins of the wind and sand. It used to be a tall city. The remaining walls are still a resting place that many people will choose.
"The Sovereign please, there is money in the poor road, you can live, you don't need to face people."
Nan Hongzi laughed and smiled, and he went without a trace.
Yang Xinyue said nothing, and he gave himself a blind eye and found a high place to sit alone.
At this time, he saw the caravan carrying the horses into the city, holding the torch to illuminate the remaining door of the wall, the mottled three words: Fulingguan.

Heluo.
The smog disappeared, and the sleepy priests suddenly woke up.
"Do you have a head?"
"What do you say?" They eagerly got together at the table and were very curious about the famous Mahayana monk.
Chi Xuan’s eyes were straight, and several elders thought that he had something wrong. He almost went to the head to recall the god.
"Looking is seeing, but this is a natural solution." Chi Xuan real people look tangled.
The Taoist priests asked in unison: "How do you say?"
"...I saw a hot pot of mutton soup."
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