Chapter 380 Master Bomi〈Continue to update・〉 The Elf Contract sounds nice and is probably easy to use, but does Qin Yao really need this thing now? Xiao Wenjun, the red and white evil spirits, which one of them used the contract? At present, aren’t everyone fighting alongside him? The value of filial piety is not much in the first place, how can it be spent on the back of a sword, so Qin Yao decisively refused: "No need, it's not to that extent yet." After saying that, the characters that were still in front of him suddenly disappeared into thin air. "The contract can be signed, but the content of the contract must be completed by the two of us." After hesitating for a moment, the elf girl raised her right hand and clenched her fist, with a determined look on her face. "no problem!" Qin Yao immediately took out his space bag, took out paper and pen, and discussed with the girl how to write the contract headline. In the process, the distance between humans and elves became closer and closer... The next day.
Sunlight shines into the box through the gap in the wooden window, illuminating the elf girl's skin so white that it glows. Based on her good-looking facial features, Zhang Ling had never cared about her wheat-colored skin. But at this moment, looking at the fair-skinned girl with a hint of holiness in her face, she suddenly felt that the folk saying of "one white color covers all the ugliness" was not true. Not out of nowhere. With the same facial features and appearance, fairer skin is definitely more in line with public aesthetics than darker skin... “Sign it.” In front of the desk, after confirming the ten contract rules, Qin Yao signed his name in the column of the promisee and then handed the brush to the elf. The spirit suddenly paused after picking up the brush, and looked up at Qin Yao: "What name should I sign?" Qin Yao was stunned. He remembered that the elf girl in the original work had a name. Why didn't this one have a name? “Don’t you have a name?” “Is it strange that I don’t have a name?” the elf girl asked. "You can give yourself a name now." Qin Yao said: "Although a name is just a code name, it is very important in human society." The elf girl looked confused. Character and mind can be perfected innately through inheritance, but life experience is difficult to be passed down through blood. Without relevant experience and certain knowledge reserves, naming is far more complicated than thinking about other issues. "You name me one..." the elf girl said, "You have relevant obligations, don't you?" Chin Yao: “…” His ability in naming is beyond words! “Is it difficult?” Instead of looking at each other, the elf girl asked. Qin Yao shook his head: "There is a goddess of war and wisdom in ancient Greek mythology, named Athena. The meaning of the name is virginity and pure light. I think this name suits you quite well. What do you think?" "The goddess of war and wisdom." The elf girl stared into his eyes and asked seriously: "Is this what you expect from me?"
"It can be said..." Qin Yao said: "Although it feels a bit fanciful to say it now, I hope you can target her and constantly break through your limits." "What is her identity now?" the elf girl said, "I mean, in mythology." “One of the twelve main gods of Olympus, he is considered a big boss among the Greek gods.” Qin Yao said. The elf girl's eyes flickered and she said with a smile: "Okay, then my name will be Athena. One day, I will go to that Olympus you mentioned and challenge her." Qin Yao was startled for a moment, then gave her a thumbs up: "If you are ambitious, I will wait for that day to come." The elf girl pursed her lips and smiled, lowered her eyes and wrote the three characters Athena on the paper. Hmm... I still use simplified Chinese characters! “Dong dong dong.” The next day, early morning. Someone knocked lightly on the door outside the box and said respectfully: "Guest, Jinling has arrived." Qin Yao moved his body until he sat stiff, and asked Athena: "Are you afraid of the sun?" “I just don’t like it, but I’m not afraid of it.” "Then let's go out together." Qin Yao said: "After getting off the boat, take a walk first, and try your luck at night to see if you can find ghosts at the level of ghost kings, so as to test your combat effectiveness." “How to test, kill the opponent directly?” Athena asked. Qin Yao shook his head: "The standard should be higher to conquer the opponent! I need to bury a hidden stake in Jinling." Athena: "I'll try my best." Generally speaking, the ghost king means the leader of ghosts, not the realm. It is not difficult for her to kill a small ghost boss. The difficulty is how to defeat the opponent without killing him... Qin Yao nodded silently, took out two white gauze hats from the space bag, and handed them to the two women: "You two should wear these to avoid any trouble caused by your beauty." Let alone the Ming Dynasty when the laws were not perfect, even in the 21st century, there are still many second-rate men who strike up conversations on the street or even tease beautiful women. If you can prevent it in advance, you should naturally make arrangements in advance to avoid being really sick at the time. Soon, the group of people landed ashore and arrived at a town from the ferry. It was already noon, and various fragrances continued to come from the restaurants on both sides of the street. “Eat something and drink some water.” Qin Yao stopped in front of a restaurant and turned to ask. “Okay, okay.” The little zombie immediately beamed and jumped and clapped. Qin Yao laughed, waved, and led them into the restaurant. “Hey, hey…” “Hey, hey, hey, hey.” As soon as he entered the door, before Qin Yao had time to call the waiter, he saw an extremely eye-catching scene: two grown men holding hands and openly playing with their chests in the lobby on the first floor. Their smiles were so slutty that everyone in the restaurant was stunned. The onlookers were stunned. At the front door, Zhang Ling, who was wearing a bamboo hat, frowned, reached out and touched his forehead, and instantly opened his eyes. Between the two men, he saw a frail girl hugging her chest, struggling desperately, shouting for help, and full of excitement. His face was frightened.
Zhang Ling's eyes narrowed, and he immediately stood up and yelled: "Let go! You two grown men, in broad daylight, in full view of everyone, are actually tugging at each other, with their faces full of debauchery, how can you behave like this?" She didn't want to be regarded as an alien, so she didn't point out the female ghost. “What do we do, what do we do, it’s none of your business?!” said the short man, who looked young and old, and whose forehead was covered with forehead wrinkles when he was angry. "If the road is uneven, someone will shovel it, and if things are not level, someone will take care of it. You two are so immoral, how can I still say nothing?" Zhang Ling said. “You bitch, do you know who I am?” the short man said. "I don't need to know who you are." Zhang Ling said, "I'll count three times. If you still don't let go, don't blame me for being rude." "I'm afraid of you!" The short man sneered and said to the man opposite: "Come on, let's continue." “Shameless!” Zhang Ling was not angry when he was scolded. Seeing that they were scorning other girls again, Zhang Ling became angry. With a flick of his finger, a stream of magic power went straight towards the man. ification. At the critical moment, a skeleton Zen staff suddenly stretched out from the side to block the magic power. Zhang Ling turned around and saw a monk from the Western Regions wearing a yellow monk's robe and a high-horned monk's hat. He had a simple but bright-eyed face and raised his hand to hold the end of the Zen staff. He was looking at him with interest at the moment. “Master, why do you want to help others do evil?” “I am helping people and you are helping ghosts. Which one of us is helping the evildoer?” asked the monk from the Western Region. Zhang Ling shook his head: "People are divided into good guys and bad guys, and ghosts are also divided into good ghosts and bad ghosts. How can we waste our time on right and wrong just because of our different identities?" Western Region Monk: "Then how do you know that Master Ge is a bad guy and that female ghost is a good ghost?" Zhang Ling said without hesitation: "It is not difficult to see from their behavior that good people would do such debauched things?" The monk from the Western Region sighed: "Seeing is not necessarily believing. You don't know the cause and effect, and you are the one who cares about right and wrong. Miss monk. I can tell you responsibly that this female ghost wants to kill Master Ge in front of him, and Master Ge is teasing her." Later. Is it too much to tease a female ghost like this?" "You just said I wanted to kill him first, why didn't you tell me why I wanted to kill him?" the female ghost said angrily. “It is wrong for ghosts to harm people no matter what the reason is!” the monk from the Western Region said flatly. Zhang Ling exhaled. At this moment, she couldn't care less about what others thought of her. She turned to the female ghost and said, "Why did you kill Master Ge?" "Because he was peeping on me taking a shower, and when he slipped and fell from the roof, he hit me directly and killed me on the spot. It's a pity that I was only sixteen years old and lost my life so early. I came to see him. Is there anything wrong with revenge?" the female ghost explained. Zhang Ling: “…” From a rational point of view, revenge in this situation is right and even applaudable. But from a legal point of view, the monks from the Western Regions are right. It would be detrimental to one's moral character to kill a person named Ge. In the future, the case would be brought up again for trial in the underworld. However, it would be illegal for the dead ghost to come to seek revenge in person. "Listen carefully, Miss Monk." The monk from the Western Region said, "Please don't meddle in other people's business." Zhang Ling took a breath silently and said, "I'm not a law enforcement officer. I don't look at logic, only reason. I advise you to let those two guys let go as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." “You are no match for me.” The monk from the Western Region said flatly. Qin Yao took one step forward and looked directly at the monk: "I would like to ask the master for advice."
Under his sharp gaze, which was like a blade, the Western Monk felt his eyes sting a little. He narrowed his eyes slightly, stuck the Zen staff on the ground with a bang, raised his arms, left palm, and fisted with his right hand: "Donor, please come first." Qin Yao silently circulated the true energy in his body, and strands of white-gold mana were poured into his right hand, and he slowly pushed out a palm with an ordinary gesture. The Western Region Monk's face changed drastically. When he turned his left hand, a ball of flame appeared on his palm. He lowered his waist and thrust his palm forward. "boom!" His palm seemed to have hit the spot, and a burst of fireworks suddenly flashed in the air, followed by a deafening explosion. "Deng Deng." Qin Yao didn't move at all, but the monk from the Western Regions took two steps back with a look of horror. Qin Yao turned his wrist and made a defensive posture: "Master, please." “Your palm is very similar to my Buddhist palm technique.” The monk from the Western Region took a deep breath and said seriously. Qin Yao shook his head: "But I am not a Buddhist." The monk from the Western Region was silent for a moment, waved his hands and said: "If we don't fight, we can't use it here. We are afraid of our hands and feet." Qin Yao turned his head and looked in the direction of the female ghost. The monk from the Western Region pursed his lips and said, "Master Ge, let's go first." The short man was not the kind of fool who couldn't understand the situation. His eyes wandered around Qin Yao and the others. He released his hands holding Chang Sui and walked out of the restaurant without looking back. "Almsgiver, farewell." The monk from the Western Region raised his right hand, put it under his face, and gave a slight salute to Qin Yao. Qin Yao returned the salute with clasped fists and asked: "Dare you ask the master about your honor?" "I dare not take it, poor monk Bomi." The monk from the Western Region smiled, crossed his body, and disappeared into the restaurant in the blink of an eye. “Bomi, this name sounds familiar.” Qin Yao murmured, turning to look at the female ghost: “What’s your name?” “My benefactor, my little girl Xiuxiu.” The female ghost saluted with a grateful face. Qin Yao paused for a moment, but he knew why he was familiar with the name Bomi. It’s actually another story with “Uncle Ying” in it… However, according to the plot, Uncle Ying should have appeared in this story more than ten years ago, and he has long since disappeared. If we put it into reality, I wonder if Uncle Jiu had been to Jinling more than ten years ago... “Xiu Xiu~Xiu Xiu~” While he was thinking, a young and handsome man jumped into the restaurant with sweat on his face and shouted loudly. “Brother Xing!” The moment she saw the young man, Xiu Xiu, who was holding on, broke down her defenses and threw herself into his arms, bursting into tears. This cry made Xingzi anxious and angry. He looked around the area. He suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the powerful Qin Yao and said, "Xiuxiu, tell me, did he bully you?" Chin Yao: “…”
Draft? I just look a little fierce, but I don’t look like a bad guy. "No, no, he is my savior." Xiu Xiu cried and quickly explained: "If they weren't here today, I'm afraid, I wouldn't be able to see you, Brother Xing." Xingzai was immediately embarrassed and said to Qin Yao apologetically: "I'm sorry, brother, it's my fault, it's my fault. Thank you for saving Xiuxiu's life." Qin Yao said calmly: "I still like your unruly look just now, please recover." Xingzai: “…” Those who are embarrassed at their feet have to dig out the three bedrooms and one living room. “Let’s find a private room first and let’s talk while we eat.” Zhang Ling said softly as he saw the waiter shrinking his neck and approaching him with timid eyes. Lean less. In the box. The food is served. Xingzi was lying low, pouring tea and wine for Qin Yao and others. Finally, he poured himself a full glass of white wine, held the cup and said, "My benefactors, I will first punish myself with three glasses of wine to make amends." After saying this, without giving anyone else a chance to speak, he drank three glasses of wine in one breath, and his face turned red in an instant. Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "Okay, it's just a small matter. No need to mention it again. Xingzi, what is your real name?" “My real name is Wang Mingxing.” Xingzai breathed out a breath of alcohol and responded. Qin Yao picked up his chopsticks, paused on the table, and asked, "Does your dad know how to do Taoism?" Xingzai was surprised: "That's right, do you know my dad?" Qin Yao nodded, then shook his head: "These are not important. What is important is, do you know who your father learned his Taoist skills from?!" (End of this chapter)