Chapter 15 (1/2)

The faint light, shining soft light, dotted the whole monk's room.

Simple and elegant, full of Zen flavor.

But the vanity sitting at the table is a sad face with his cheeks in his hands.

The excellent dog meat and the fragrant wine in front of him could not arouse his appetite at all.

Zhitong, who finally found face, now has a happy smile and is eating there.

His mouth was full of oil and dripping wine splashed on his clothes. He didn't care at all. In fact, as a dirty old monk, he really didn't pay attention to these details.

Of course, today is different from the past. Today he is really happy from his heart, so he has this crazy state.

While tearing the greasy dog leg in his hand, he said: ”Hey, hey, it's not easy to see that you're embarrassed, too!”

Say a word and drink a mouthful of wine. It seems that such words are more enjoyable than the delicacies.

”I'm almost embarrassed today. It took me only three days to get started, and I haven't been assisted by medicine stone. What's more, I'm on the third floor of Qi refining. My God! Isn't this hitting me in the face? ”

Speaking of this, he still had lingering palpitations. He couldn't help gently touching his cheek with his hand. Up to now, the green, red, black and purple on his face hasn't all faded away. It's more consistent with the wine power, leaving a lingering rhyme, which looks more obvious.

This is obviously the ultimate face hit will produce such an effect ah!

With a smile, Zhitong put away the obscene and schadenfreude smile on his face and put on an unfathomable worry expression. His deep eyes reflected the reflection of dog legs, mixed with attractive wine fragrance. In the Zen room, this messy wine field really looked very different.

But these did not affect Zhitong's unfathomable image.

Even the tone of voice also shows the appearance of years: ”good disciple, in fact, that love is not a big problem. As long as you put your heart into it, this thing is much better than the aura between heaven and earth!”

After he finished, he was still profound, but there was no response in vain. He was still in a daze.

Zhitong didn't think so. He took a sip of the wine and said with an indifferent smile: ”good disciple, what's your heart knot? It's better to tell Shifu. After all, Shifu is from here. I can give you some advice. ”

Idleness finally moved. The absent-minded eyes turned and looked at Zhitong. There was also a touch of decadence in his voice: ”master, how do you collect this love?”

Zhitong was delighted when he heard the sound of idleness. This abnormal boy finally didn't understand something and asked for his own head.

If he is really strong in everything, how can he show his use as a master? Moreover, most importantly, where will he put his old face in the future?

Although I think so in my heart, I don't relax at all: ”wasted, in fact, the collection of love is really very simple. As long as the girl loves you and falls in love with you, then you can collect the love that the girl uses on you.”

He was really depressed in his heart. He wanted to live forever, but his aura was so thin that it was impossible to practice in a conventional way.

It was not easy to have the happy heart demon Zen Sutra, but now it is as fast as a turtle. How can he not be angry.

This endless depression was condensed in the words, which made the tone of the voice full of unspeakable Resentment: ”but how come I haven't collected a few? And when that love silk is transformed into happy Zen silk, there is not even a trace? ”