Chapter 249

Heng Xian immediately closed the door, walked to the side and sat down, took out a bunch of grapes brought from Hanshan and ate them, relieving the embarrassment.

So, nuns also say the word "lecher," and he thought nuns would say things like, put down your lust, stand on the ground and become a Buddha!

Being treated as a hooligan by a nun was really not a very good experience.

"Creak—" At this time, the small room door opened.

Heng Xian looked over.

He saw the nun Yuanyao had re-bandaged her wounds, changed into a brand-new monk's robe, and walked out. She also looked at him, her eyes carrying a trace of indignation that was hard to hide.

Heng Xian spat out a grape skin and laughed dryly: "Clearly, it was an unintentional mistake!"

Yuanyao stared at him and didn't speak.

Heng Xian said again: "It is impossible for me to be interested in a woman without hair, you can rest assured about this, so it was definitely unintentional!"

Yuanyao was even angrier: "What's wrong with a woman without hair? Fellow Daoist seems to be very discriminatory against women without hair?"

Heng Xian had to explain: "Absolutely not! A woman without hair has nothing different. Master's body is very beautiful, very good-looking, and even incomparable to those green little girls. It can only be described as heart-pounding and stumbling to describe my mood at this moment!"

Yuanyao's face flushed red, and her breathing became heavy: "My decades of Buddhist cultivation have been ruined by you in one morning!"

"It's not that serious, right? Master, don't try to blame me. Actually, this old monk... no, actually, this one has absolutely no such intention!" Heng Xian said seriously.

Yuanyao took a deep breath, walked to the side, and sat down.

Heng Xian coughed: "Eat fruit?"

Yuanyao ignored him.

Heng Xian simply ignored her.

Neither of them spoke anymore.

The "behemoth" large boat sailed forward. I don't know how long it took, but a burst of shouting came from outside.

Heng Xian immediately looked out, only to see six boats connected together, chasing from behind.

It was Niu Wanli, Yu Qiuyi, and that group.

Judging from the number, six boats were lost, and dozens of people should have died.

At this time, they were just shouting aimlessly, without specific names.

A faint sandalwood scent drifted from the side. Heng Xian turned his head and found the nun Yuanyao standing beside him, also looking out.

"The situation doesn't seem to be that bad!" Heng Xian said.

Yuanyao looked at him, her eyes a bit complex, but her state of mind seemed to have smoothed out. She nodded slightly, then turned and went to the deck outside.

The six boats behind saw her and accelerated to catch up.

Yuanyao turned back to look at Heng Xian again, leaped, and jumped onto a middle-grade boat.

Yu Qiuyi, Ye Hongxue, and the group were welcoming her while looking at the "behemoth."

Heng Xian walked out of the cabin and looked down. Fortunately, Ye Ling'er and Xu Wei were still alive, clever and clever, but the casualties of the sect disciples were much more serious than imagined.

The number of people was only one hundred and twenty or thirty, most of whom had injuries.

Just about to turn back to the cabin.

Yu Qiuyi suddenly said in a deep voice: "One hundred and thirty-one sect disciples died, you have a certain responsibility for this!"

Heng Xian frowned: "Is your brain broken? What does it have to do with me?"

Yu Qiuyi said: "You understand more rules than us. As a disciple of the fourteen sects, even if you want to obtain greater fate opportunities alone,"

"you should also consider the feelings of fellow sect members and give some hints in advance, which could avoid casualties!"

Ye Hongxue also said in a deep voice: "We indeed couldn't predict this kind of danger, but you were by our side, you are intact, but we suffered heavy casualties!"

Heng Xian said coldly: "What kind of ghost logic is that? Why should I tell you if I know? Everyone is betting their lives for fate opportunities, not playing a game. Whoever dies, their life is thin.

You sect disciples, your greatest ability is to find people to take the blame. Die if you want to!"

He turned and returned to the cabin.

The group of sect disciples opened their mouths, speechless.

Yu Qiuyi wanted to say more.

Yuanyao said: "We were the ones who were obsessed, it's not his fault!"

Du Qiyue looked at her: "Why were you on his boat?"

Everyone looked over.

Yuanyao was inexplicably blushing, put her hands together and said: "Amitabha, the cat-faced man saved my life, this little nun owes him a favor!"

The crowd didn't think much of it. Liu Yu asked: "Observing from a close distance, did you recognize who he is?"

Yuanyao thought for a while and shook her head: "This little nun doesn't know this person, however, he is very young, about twenty years old, his teeth are very white, and his features must also be very handsome."

The crowd looked at each other. There were simply too many people who fit this characteristic.

Niu Wanli tidied his tattered clothes and sighed: "I don't know when we will reach the shore. What will happen next is also hard to predict, but more than half of the sect disciples have already died!"

Yu Qiuyi said: "It is clear that the sea surface is calm during the day, and the danger comes at night!"

Ye Hongxue said: "We cannot deny that the cat-faced man's approach last night was correct. Let's follow the old rules: observe the situation around us, analyze and ponder, and learn every move of the cat-faced man!"

"Can only be so!"

The group sat down one after another, either practicing meditation, or sobbing in a low voice, silently reciting scriptures to transcend the dead fellow sect members.

Blue sea and blue sky, the "boat fleet" sailed forward slowly.

When the sun came out, Heng Xian walked out of the "behemoth" cabin again.

Among the sect disciples below, someone immediately alerted: "The cat-faced man is out, look!"

Everyone woke up from meditation one after another.

A group of low-level disciples who had experienced a narrow escape last night regarded Heng Xian's actions as their bargaining chip for survival, watching nervously:

"He stretched, his movements were very lazy, and his eyes glanced at the sea surface uncomfortably."

"He opened his mouth and yawned, his nose wrinkled."

"He shrank his neck, twisted his head twice to the left, and twisted it once to the right. This kind of practice is extremely rare among cultivators!"

"This..." Ye Hongxue couldn't help but rub their brow, "Fellow brothers and sisters, don't be nervous. This is a person's daily movement, there won't be any problems!"

"Oh..." The group relaxed a little.

At this time, someone exclaimed: "Look! He took out an iron pot and a spirit fire charcoal stove from behind."

The crowd stared dead at it, sure enough! The "cat-faced man" held a spirit fire charcoal stove that might have been left on the top-grade boat in his left hand, and an iron pot in his right hand,

but he didn't light the spirit fire stove immediately, but put the iron pot on it, turned around, and went back to the cabin.

"Is he going to cook?" Shen Qiong asked.

Du Qiyue hesitated for a moment: "... He is a Qi Sea Realm cultivator after all, and can already fast. Why cook on this strange sea?"

"There must be a deep meaning!" Someone behind said in a deep voice.

The group looked at each other and continued to observe.

On the "behemoth" boat, Heng Xian nimbly took out the wooden box, took out the fishing rod and bait from it, then took a small wooden stool, walked to the bow, sat down, opened the fishing line, put bait on the hook, swung the rod, and stared dead at the floating fishing float.

Started fishing.

Since the last time he fished, it was a distant memory from his previous life. He liked fishing, but he didn't like it to the point of fishing in this strange sea.

This was the hexagram of the Heavenly Hexagram, and also one of the links to obtain this fate opportunity.

"Fishing????"

"He really has the leisure to fish in this strange sea??"

"Looking at this, he is ready to cook it with the pot behind after catching the fish?"

"Are there fish in this sea?"

The sect disciples on the small boats below almost exploded.

After all, last night, whether it was the terrifying "human-headed octopuses" or the "skinless humanoid monsters," they all appeared from the seabed.

Now the "cat-faced man" was fishing in the sea, which was really too hard to understand.

"Is he just idle and elegant, or is fishing a link in the ancient ruins test?" Yu Qiuyi pondered.

Liu Yu thought for a while and said: "Let's see if he can catch anything first!"

(End of this chapter)