After finishing the bowl of soup, most people helped them out.

It wasn't because there was any discomfort, everyone could feel that the breath flow in their bodies became more stable and powerful, which confirmed that the effect of this bowl of soup was really gratifying. They just felt that if they didn't hold on to the wall and walked, they would be sorry for the power of this bowl of soup.

Zhuchen was deeply worried that this wave of backstabbing might scare the demon cultivators away from coming to the restaurant to eat in the future, which would be a huge loss.

Wei Xie looked gloating and said consolingly, "I dare. I just don't dare to eat with you."

After hearing this, Zhuchen felt even more sad.

If she was the only one suffering, she would be more willing to share her feelings with everyone.

The younger brother was so hurt by the meal that he didn't dare to wander around with Zhuchen anymore. He excused himself that school was going to be in session and ran away.

I sat alone on the street in the morning, thinking about the bowl of soup, and sorting out today's notes.

During this inspection, Zhuchen discovered that there were still many capable people in Chaowen, and the meaning behind it was a little more profound than the actual harvest.

What is lacking most in the city right now? It should be humanities. The rapid development in the early stage has caused the streets, buildings, and overall style of Chaowen to look rough and straightforward.

Although it embodies some modern style and aesthetics, it always feels like it lacks a finishing touch.

As a newly built town, it really has no historical heritage to speak of, but as long as it attracts people with cultural heritage and promotes it, isn't it also a kind of inheritance?

Like today's carpenter, letting him carve wooden ornaments for dolls on the street is simply a treasure covered in dust. Talents should be respected. Based on the level and age of that uncle, in modern times, he could have started teaching classes long ago.

Zhuchen decided to slowly lead him back to the right path and train him to become a representative literary and art worker in Chaowen.

After Zhuchen finished filling in the plan, the nauseating impulse finally passed.

She found Zhang Shiwen and explained her work diary to him. After giving her instructions, she went to the service center and asked the employees there to make a budget. She would start gathering people to prepare for road construction tomorrow.

Zhuchen explained clearly the work at hand, and there was no one following him, so he walked along the main road to find Feng Buye.

She asked several people on the way, and they all said that they had not seen the Immortal Lord today, and they did not know when he would come back.

Feng Buye comes and goes without a trace. If he is not in the morning, he is usually practicing deep in the devil world. Zhuchen does not dare to go looking for him rashly, for fear of angering him and getting beaten first. But if he wants to dodge, Zhuchen will be there

Chaowen was afraid that he wouldn't be able to wait for him.

She took out the Hanxu Sword and wanted to ask this magic weapon to go and find the person. When she was hesitating, she thought of the big devil.

Uncle Mo has such magical powers, it shouldn't be a problem to find someone.

I walked towards several mobile stalls often set up by Da Mo in the morning, searched around, and successfully saw a figure. There was no need to ask, Feng Buye was standing next to him.

I don’t know if it’s because of Feng Buye, but Da Mo’s business seems to be even more sluggish today. Chao Wen, the two great masters of the market, sat together in silence, feeling bitter and resentful for no reason.

"Master!"

Zhuchen waved his hand from afar. Feng Buye should have noticed her early, and had to wait for her to call out before turning his attention.

The demon was already urging him: "Let's go, let's go." His voice and gesture were full of disgust.

Zhuchen saw that Feng Wuye had already stood up, so he stood there without passing over, not wanting the demon to hear their conversation.

In the end, it was only a short journey. Feng Buye's feet felt like iron, and his steps were heavy and dragging, as if he had walked out on a thousand-mile journey.

Zhuchen had never seen him in such a tangled state, and could already imagine the complicated emotions in his heart that were like more than ten balls of wool tangled together.

It's not like he's here for a meeting, but more like he's here for execution.

...Isn’t that the case?

When Feng Buye really walked up to him, Zhuchen no longer knew what to say.

"What's wrong?" he asked calmly, as if nothing was wrong, but his eyes seemed to be avoiding her unintentionally.

Zhuchen put aside his doubts, took out the sword spike from his sleeve, and asked: "Master, wouldn't it be good to return the gift you gave me? You don't even have an explanation, do you think you don't like it anymore?"

"

Feng Buye's eyes lingered on her hand for a moment, as if he remembered something. He lowered his head to think, and then said after a while: "It's so confusing that I failed to live up to your intentions."

"What do you think of me?" Zhuchen said in a daze, "You can't let me down even more!"

Da Mo was tidying up his stall in the distance. He placed an inkstone from left to right, wiped the table with his sleeve, and put it back to the left. Then he repeated this monotonous action unconsciously, his ears pricking up more and more.

The higher he gets, the more he leans forward with a look of interest.

Feng Buye said: "You should keep it first."

When Zhuchen saw that the thing in his hand seemed to irritate him, he put it away first. He couldn't help but feel puzzled and asked: "Why? Master, you came to me in the middle of the night just to return this gift to me?"

Feng Buye went to look for her in the middle of the night, naturally not for this matter, and even he himself couldn't tell why.

It was probably only late at night that I could see her without having to think about what to say to her. Later, I became confused and wanted to clear away this clutter, so I left the things behind.

At this time, Zhuchen stood in front of him, forcing him to figure out the cause and effect, but he felt even more confused.

"It's nothing." Feng Buye's tone became stiff, "Just keep it for now."

The Demon rubbed his chin, shook his head, and found that his eyes were intertwined with Zhuchen's. He turned away and glanced without focus, as if he had become a blind man.

If it weren't for the fact that it's hard to pretend to be deaf, he might be able to act more freely.

Zhuchen ignored him and asked again: "Why?"

It was really hard for Feng Buye to talk about it. She encountered a problem that she couldn't answer and had no direction. She was troubled by her digging into it and wanted to ask her to give up.

He didn't speak, but at such a close distance, Zhuchen vaguely heard his thoughts, which were probably words like "lover's knot".

Zhuchen was stunned for a moment, then thought about the scene and Xunshan's cryptic expression, and suddenly understood, he hurriedly explained: "I don't know what kind of lover's knot this is, and I don't know its origin either! It's Xunshan's.

Shan Taoist lied to me and made it up, and asked me to deliver it

Come here! You said that he is very old and has never done anything right in his old age. He thinks about dirty things that cannot be preached all day long. Come here to harm me! I am actually helping him. I should have let him out if I had known it.

, let him be taught a lesson, and he will learn to restrain himself later!"

Feng Buye looked suspicious and did not interrupt her. He just watched her quietly as she loudly cursed Taoist Xunshan for his shamelessness.

She scolded her so excitedly that Feng Buye thought again of Xunshan's unexplained article.

The few descriptions in the first half of the article are not very similar to those in the first half of his life. It seems brilliant, but in fact there is nothing worth worrying about. Because monks from all walks of life thought it was him at first glance.

Although the subsequent progress was strange and erratic, there was a strange echo, inextricably linked to him, as if it was a second life spreading from him. Zhuchen and the monks both said otherwise, only he himself

He knew that all human beings have selfish desires, and even he couldn't get rid of them. Looking for mountains to write about the evil of human nature was just the most frightening and disgusting aspect in his heart.

Halfway through Zhuchen's words, Jian Feng Buye didn't respond at all. He slowly came back to his senses and wanted to bite off his tongue.

She clearly mentioned this word openly, but she still acted so excited. What's the difference between it and being deceived?

But if she said that she could hear what others were thinking, would Feng Buye believe it? I'm afraid she would feel even more pitiful, as she would be so crazy that she would start talking nonsense.

Zhuchen felt that he was really speechless, so he covered his eyes in frustration and sighed: "No..."

Feng Buye heard a hint of melancholy from the three words, and the muscles on his face tightened, making his already cold face become even colder. He nodded along with Zhuchen's meaning and said:

"That old man does things in an irrational way and likes to watch other people's jokes."

Zhuchen didn't know whether he was a true believer or a false believer. He only knew that he probably wanted to pretend to be the same as other disciples at this time. Even if it was self-deception and hypocrisy, he didn't care. He also felt the word "joke" in his words.

It hit her face like a slap, and the burning pain made her wake up instantly.

She raised her eyes to look into the other person's eyes. There was no light in those dark pupils, which seemed to tell her that this was it.

She opened her mouth, almost blurted out, and asked "why" again. The big devil stopped watching the show at some point, floated to her side, and said with a playful smile: "Since he doesn't dare to accept it, you can leave it with me first.

Look, my whole body is completely black,

All I need is a small red object to give me some color. I keep it and carry it around my waist. I take it with me when I go out every day. I don’t want my heart to gather dust where no one can see it. When you want it, I can do it.

I'll give it back to you, don't be shy about taking my things."

Zhuchen listened to his ridicule, and had a reason to vent, jumping to his feet and saying: "Bah! Why don't you go and grab Liao Liaoyun's red clothes?"

"It's necessary, it's not possible." The devil waved his hands exaggeratedly, "Her clothes are her true body. They are just a cloud. They dissipate as soon as you get them. It's not worth cherishing to steal a piece. But if she is willing to give it to me, then

I will find a way to leave a piece of cloud behind. For a person like me who floats up and down like a rootless willow catkin, it is not easy to win others' sincerity. Of course, I have to preserve it well."

Feng Buye is usually serious and cold and arrogant, but Zhuchen doesn't think he looks like an old father. Instead, he is a big devil. He is lazy like a bastard and makes jokes all day long, but Zhuchen feels that he looks a bit like an elder. Listening to his clear and dark words

As he spoke, his eyes became hot.

At this time, there was a loud noise from the direction of the Demon Realm Boundary Monument, and the ground began to tremble slightly, making her tremble with fear, and she suppressed the tears that had not yet brewed.

She turned her head and looked up. Thick smoke and dust were rising upwards. The sky seemed to be cut off by an earthen wall, completely blocking her sight. She couldn't see clearly what was going on.

Zhuchen said angrily: "Who! Who! They made so much dust, are they looking down on me, Chaowen!"

She jumped up and flew away to find someone to settle the score with.

The big devil behind him exclaimed: "You are really violent. With such a temper, your disciple did not tear you to pieces on the spot. It seems that you are a filial person."

Feng Buye glanced at him sideways. Zhuchen was not around, so he had no scruples. His eyes were as cold as frost-covered knives, and his voice was even colder: "Don't say anything that will cause her to misunderstand."

Damo innocently said: "Then don't do anything that will cause her to misunderstand. You can't do it, and I certainly can't either."

Feng Buye carried his drooped hands behind his back, covering his fingertips with his sleeves and also covering the back of his hands with protruding veins. He pondered for a long time and then said very softly: "She has clear emotions and anger. Hate.

It won’t last, anger won’t last.”

Da Mo said: "But it doesn't mean that her sadness will not last long, and her sadness will not last long."
To be continued...