In that distant little black house

Chapter 102 The Masked Man

The masked man was supposed to be in a strong position, but after finishing the deal with Zhang Jingmo, he found himself inexplicably at a disadvantage.Zhang Jingmo didn't know where his confidence came from, he was sure that he would not dare to hurt him, and he was no longer as cautious in his words and deeds as before.

Half a day later, people from all factions who were waiting outside re-entered the hall. Compared with the curiosity and excitement when they entered the hall for the first time, the atmosphere among the people this time seemed particularly lifeless.

And Zhang Jingmo, who was standing alone in the empty hall, was particularly conspicuous.Everyone cast their gazes at him, and there were various expressions in those gazes, including curiosity, suspicion, and even disgust.

The head of the sect walked up to Zhang Jingmo, looked him up and down, and after confirming that Zhang Jingmo was intact, he said, "Is there anything wrong?"

Zhang Jingmo shook his head: "It's nothing."

The leader nodded in agreement, but there was still a thick haze between his brows. Obviously, the discussion outside the hall just now did not get a satisfactory result for everyone.

The masked man was threatened by Zhang Jingmo, and he was in a bad mood. He said coldly: "Are you finished discussing? This news, whether to buy it or not."

One of the monks stood up, bowed to the masked man, and said, "We are willing to buy this news, but I don't know, what is the price for this news, senior?"

The masked man sneered: "That depends on the world and what your lives are worth."

Although he has reached this point, there are still some people in the crowd who are lucky and are not willing to pay too much for a piece of news. However, the fact that everyone witnessed their own death before made them not dare to rest assured. Hanging boulder.

The monk frowned when he heard the words, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Can seniors give me a bottom line?"

The masked man said indifferently: "There is no bottom line, if you are not satisfied with the price you give, you can leave on your own."

The mysterious Kunlun Dian who claims to never sell fake products, the powerful masked man, and the news related to the lives of everyone...the combination of these factors makes these people dare not do what the masked man said. leave easily.But if we follow the results of the previous discussions outside the palace, we will definitely not be able to satisfy the people in front of us.

Seeing that the monk couldn't give an answer for a long time, the masked man felt a little annoyed, he said: "Since you are in such a difficult situation, how about I help you?"

The monk nodded hurriedly when he heard the words, thanking senior.

The mask said humanely: "My life is gone, it's useless to take more things. All of you present are top figures in the sect, and you can make some decisions yourself if you want."

Those words are very understanding, but in the ears of everyone, there is a bit of a gloomy taste. I always feel that the next sentence is a turning point...

Sure enough, after saying this, the masked man's voice turned cold, and he said, "I want you to divide the world into five."

The cultivator who communicated on behalf of everyone was stunned for a while, but didn't understand what the masked man meant.

There were not many masked people. With a wave of his hand, the contracts that had been written one by one flew into the hands of everyone. The person who received the contracts looked down and found that there were a few short sentences written on the contracts. The meaning is to take half of the property within the sect. If the property is not enough, it can be offset by spiritual veins.

After getting the contract, everyone frowned. The contract was written in a simple way, but everyone had the illusion that there was a pit in front of them, but they had to jump down.

The head of the sect also got the contract. What surprised him was that there was no word on the contract. He glanced at it and immediately thought of Zhang Jingmo, who was left alone in the palace—the contract was blank, obviously it was with Zhang Jingmo. Zhang Jingmo had something to do with it, and the next move of the sect leader was to put the contract in his arms very naturally, and pretended to frown with the people around him.

"How?" A monk from Chengkong Temple happened to be standing next to him. Chengkong Temple is also a sect as famous as Lingxu Sect. When everyone was puzzled, they naturally wanted to see his thoughts.

The headmaster glanced at the contract in the monk's hand inadvertently, and then sighed: "What else can I do except sign it."

The headmaster's words were within the monk's expectation, he sighed, and recited Amitabha in a low voice.

When the people around saw the contract, they all started discussing in low voices. Some showed signs of resignation, while others seemed unwilling. However, the power to choose was no longer in their hands.

Seeing that everyone was hesitating, the masked man added fire. He said: "After you sign the contract, I will tell you the content of the cashier's news. If the news is true, I will take my reward. If the said things don't happen...then the contract will be invalidated."

As soon as these words came out, the doubts in everyone's hearts were completely erased. The head of the sect took the lead and cut his finger with his hand, and signed his name on the contract.

With the leader, everyone followed suit and signed the contract.

As soon as the blood fell on the contract, the person who signed the contract suddenly felt something, as if some kind of bond had been formed in the dark.

The masked man propped his chin with his hands, and his expression was lazy. He couldn't be happy after receiving so many benefits-these benefits were not for him.

After the last person finished signing, everyone turned their attention to the masked man, waiting for him to tell the news about the auction.

The masked man's lips exposed outside the mask evoked a sneer, and he said: "Within a thousand years, the formation will be broken and the demons will invade."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was in an uproar. If you look carefully, you can see that many people in the crowd showed expressions of extreme horror.

The head's face was ashen, and he said: "Senior, is this the news?"

The masked man narrowed his eyes and smiled again. He said: "But this matter is not without a solution... There are three spiritual pillars on this continent. If the three spiritual pillars are smashed before the formation is completely destroyed, they can be rebuilt." Formation."

When the headmaster heard the word Lingzhu, his already livid face became even uglier. He opened his mouth, but he didn't ask anything.

The masked humanity said: "Three continents, three spiritual pillars, you still have less than a thousand years..."

The head said: "Senior, can you tell me the location of the other two spiritual pillars?"

The masked humanity said: "Of course it's also possible...but you don't have to worry too much, because there are people from the top of Kunlun on the other two continents." The words are places that no one has heard.

Head: "..."

The masked humanity said again: "And the cultivators on those two continents are much happier than you. They have already known the news and started looking for the spiritual pillar."

The head held back for a long time before choking out a sentence: "Thank you, senior."

The masked man didn't speak, but his eyes turned around Zhang Jingmo again.

Zhang Jingmo just pretended not to feel it, and still obediently stood beside the head, without saying a word.

After the masked man finished speaking, he was about to see off the guests, he said: "Since there is nothing else to do, you can go, I won't see you off."

Everyone bowed their hands towards the masked man, then turned around and wanted to walk out of the hall.

The head of the sect walked behind and stood with Zhang Jingmo. He took two steps forward and saw that Zhang Jingmo hadn't followed. He had a puzzled look on his face and said, "Qingyuan?"

Zhang Jingmo looked at the headmaster firmly, and said, "I won't go back."

The head of the sect was taken aback for a moment, and then realized something, he walked up to Zhang Jingmo in a few steps, and lowered his voice: "Did he want you to stay—"

Zhang Jingmo's expression was calm, and he said: "The master has nothing to do with him, it's me who wants to stay."

How could the head of the sect believe what Zhang Jingmo said? He was anxious and turned his head to look at the masked man sitting above the main hall. Unexpectedly, the chair under the masked man fell directly to the ground, obviously he didn't want to hear what he had to say.

Zhang Jingmo grabbed the master's shoulder to calm him down, he said: "Master, I know what I'm doing, you don't need to worry about me."

The headman said angrily: "Aren't you messing around? What do you mean you know what you are doing, Zhang Jingmo, it's fine if you don't feel sorry for yourself, if your senior brother knows that I brought you out, but failed to bring you back, he How will you see me?"

Zhang Jingmo knew that the head was really anxious, so he could only comfort him: "I'm not staying here forever, I'm just staying here for 500 years... After 500 years, I will come back."

The head didn't agree with Zhang Jingmo's words, he said: "Aren't you too naive? If after 500 years, he won't let you go—"

Zhang Jingmo continued the words of the headmaster: "It won't be 500 years later, he doesn't want me to go now, can I go?"

Hearing the words, the head of the sect showed a frustrated look. He knew that if the masked man persisted, he would not be able to take Zhang Jingmo away from here.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingmo had no choice but to continue to appease him: "Don't worry about me, nothing will happen to me. If he wanted to harm me, he would have done it long ago."

The head of the sect was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Qingyuan, you didn't realize that the way he looked at you...was weird?"

Zhang Jingmo: "What's so strange?"

The head said: "People in this world always have some weird hobbies, you are born beautiful..."

Zhang Jingmo: "..." Wait, wait a minute?

The head continued: "I'm afraid he will be bad for you."

Although the head of the sect said it tactfully, Zhang Jingmo probably understood the meaning of his words, and was a little dumbfounded for a while, he said: "You are actually worried about this, there are many good-looking people in this world, and I don't count Top, there's no need to worry about this." Just after he finished speaking, Lu Guijiu's face did appear in his mind - the next moment Zhang Jingmo's expression distorted.Although he has been reincarnated for so many lives, Zhang Jingmo still can't understand why Lu Guijiu fell in love with him. He is just a tough, unattractive man. He really doesn't understand why he attracted Lu Guijiu's attention in the first place. .

Seeing that Zhang Jingmo had stopped talking, the head opened his mouth to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.There are some things that cannot be changed, it is better not to say it.

Zhang Jingmo was about to land on Guijiu, when he saw the headmaster's expression became more complicated, he smiled helplessly and said, "Don't worry about me, I know what I'm doing."

The head fell silent. When facing a strong enemy, he realized his powerlessness more and more. If Bai Lingxiao was here, he might dare to try to take Zhang Jingmo away from here, but the head has a clear sense Yes, he doesn't have that ability.

Zhang Jingmo still wanted to say something, but saw the leader waved his hand, and he said, "You don't need to comfort me, I know very well...you...take care."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and walked out of the hall, but the back view looked a bit stooped.

Zhang Jingmo felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it, he knew what the head was thinking, it was nothing more than that he exchanged himself for the five cents of the Lingxu sect's price.

After the head left, Zhang Jingmo stayed in the hall alone. He was thinking about what to do next, when he saw a poking figure appeared at the door. Looking carefully, it turned out that it was Hetong who brought him here.

That Hetong looked inside the hall, and after confirming that there was no one there, he ran to Zhang Jingmo's side in small steps, and said, "You are the guest left by the master, right?"

Zhang Jingmo nodded.

He Tong said again: "I knew it was you, you are so pretty—"

Zhang Jingmo interrupted him helplessly, and he said: "As a man, I won't feel happy if you praise me for being good-looking."

He Tong was stunned for a few seconds when he heard the words, as if he was very puzzled by the words, he said blankly, "But you are really good-looking."

Zhang Jingmo: "..." That's all.

Hetong stretched out his small hand, took one of Zhang Jingmo's fingers, and whispered: "Come with me, and I will take you to your residence."

Zhang Jingmo was led by He Tong and walked to the corridor beside the main hall.

This hall is very grand and empty, with almost no furniture decoration, except for the pillars, only the walls and windows are left.

He Tong took Zhang Jingmo's hand and walked for a while, but he didn't reach the room, but Zhang Jingmo felt that something was wrong. He wondered, "Why does this place look familiar? Have we been here just now?"

Hetong didn't expect Zhang Jingmo's memory to be so good, he muttered a few words, his face turned red, and he said, "I want to hold you for a while."

Zhang Jingmo: "..."

Hetong was very embarrassed when he found out his purpose, and led Zhang Jingmo to his room with his head down, then reluctantly let go of Zhang Jingmo's hand, and wanted to turn around and leave.

Zhang Jingmo looked at him with downcast eyelashes and a sad face, couldn't help but reached out and touched his head, and sighed: "It's okay, just hold it if you want, it's not a big deal."

When He Tong heard this, it seemed as if stars had flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Really? Are you really not angry with me?"

Zhang Jingmo looked at his bun-like cheek, pinched his face again, and said, "Don't be angry."

He Tong carefully observed Zhang Jingmo's expression for a while, and seeing that he seemed to be really not miraculous, he showed a happy expression again, and said: "Then you rest here for a while, I will finish my work later, and take you to Look elsewhere."

Zhang Jingmo nodded, and saw the crane boy going out bouncing around.

After Hetong left, Zhang Jingmo began to look at the room where he lived.

The style of this room matches the outside very well, with a simple structure, only a bed, a table, and a chair.Zhang Jingmo stepped forward to have a look, only to find that the wood used to make the furniture was very precious spirit wood.

From the small to the big, one can see the generosity of the owner of this place in just one room.

Zhang Jingmo sat on the chair and fell into deep thought—he was thinking about where his familiarity with the masked man came from.

However, before Zhang Jingmo could think of anything, He Tong came again. He knocked on the door first, and then entered the door after hearing Zhang Jingmo's voice, and the first sentence was: "Let's go, it's time to have dinner gone."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Do you still want to have dinner?"

Hetong pouted when he heard the words: "Of course we have to eat. We are not gods, so we can't live by sucking the wind and drinking the dew." He tugged at the corner of Zhang Jingmo's clothes.

Zhang Jingmo couldn't see what he meant, he smiled helplessly, and stretched out his hand to let He Tong grab one of his fingers.

The two walked through the corridor, and then through a garden, and heard the noisy sound from the side hall from a distance. Zhang Jingmo glanced at the source of the sound, but found that there was a piece of white, waiting for him to look carefully. When I went there, I found that it was a crane boy in white, holding a bowl and eating.

Most of these crane boys were sitting on the ground, picking up the rice grains in the bowl earnestly, and they all looked very serious.

He Tong beside Zhang Jingmo said: "Let's go, let's get the food."

Zhang Jingmo nodded and followed Hetong through the crowd.

After a while, Hetong led Zhang Jingmo to a room. As soon as Zhang Jingmo entered the room, he saw a huge... turtle.

The tortoise, with its thick shell on its back, dozed off while feeding the crane boys. It seemed to sense that someone else had come in. It opened its eyes slightly, and said in its mouth, "Who is it?" ..."

The He Tong who led Zhang Jingmo said: "It's the master's guest, called, called... what's your name?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "Next to Zhang Jingmo."

Hearing this name, the giant tortoise's huge body trembled, as if it had seen something terrible. The pupils could be seen in an instant from the eyes that were originally just slits. He seemed unsure, so he confirmed it again. Said: "You, what's your name?"

Zhang Jingmo repeated it in a good temper: "Zhang Jingmo."

The next moment, there was only a tortoise shell left in front of him, and the old tortoise retracted into the giant shell in fright.

Zhang Jingmo: "..."

He Tong: "..."

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, and He Tong comforted him, "Don't worry, he's just like this... He can't stand a little excitement. There have been no outsiders here for a long time. I think he was too excited to come here, so he is like this."

Zhang Jingmo: "...Okay."

While the two were talking, the tortoise popped its head out of its shell again, and said in a trembling voice, "Dear guest, you are not eating here...the place where you eat is next door."

Zhang Jingmo glanced at Hetong, and Hetong also had some doubts in his eyes, but after hearing what Lao Gui said, he still led Zhang Jingmo out.

Zhang Jingmo went out with his front feet, and the old turtle's back feet came out of the shell. With a bitter face, he patted his chest and said, "I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death, how could I see this ancestor here."

After he finished speaking, he sighed again. If people who don't know him saw his appearance, they would probably think that he would just cry like that.

At least holding back his tears, the old tortoise slowly picked up the rice spoon, sighed, and continued to cook for the waiting crane boys.

After the Hetong led Zhang Jingmo out the door, he led Zhang Jingmo to the next room and said, "So your name is Zhang Jingmo, and my name is Bai Yueban."

Zhang Jingmo: "...what's your name?"

Hetong said: "Bai Yueban, this is the name my master gave me. I like it very much. He said that this name means the bright and white moon in the sky."

Zhang Jingmo: "..." How did he feel, the names need to be read together, Bai Yueban, isn't it Bai Pang, this master is really...

The two walked to the side room, and before opening the door to enter, they smelled the aroma of food. Bai Yueban stood at the door and hesitated for a while, then said: "Go in, I won't go in."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Why?"

Bai Yueban said: "Because next to it is where I eat."

How could Zhang Jingmo fail to see the longing in his eyes, he said softly: "I'm a little scared by myself, would you like to stay with me?"

Bai Yue half-blinked her eyes: "Are you afraid?"

Zhang Jingmo nodded.

Seeing this, Bai Yueban hurriedly patted her chest, and said in a childlike voice, "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you!" After saying that, he opened the door and walked in.

Zhang Jingmo followed He Tong into the house, and there was a table of good dishes in this room, even the wine was warm.

Zhang Jingmo sat down at the table and asked Hetong to accompany him, and the two began to talk while eating.

But Zhang Jingmo didn't know that he and He Tong's every move was watched by the masked man. When he saw the smile in Zhang Jingmo's eyes when he heard the word Bai Yueban, the masked man gritted his teeth silently , when he saw Bai Yueban saying that he wanted to protect Zhang Jingmo, his teeth were almost shattered.

"Little bastard." The masked man squeezed out the words through his teeth: "What I said to you at the time, I have forgotten all about it now. If you walk so close to him, if you are seen..."

When he said this, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and the masked man didn't look back, and asked bluntly, "How?"

The man replied: "What else can I do, I don't even have a chance to make a move."

Hearing this, the masked man sighed softly. He stood up, turned around and saw a man who was wearing the same mask, the same clothes, and even the exposed chin. He said, "I can't control you." He Tong is gone, he gets along very well with that person, you can figure it out yourself."

The curvature of the lips of the person on the opposite side became tense in an instant.