Chapter 1111

At this point, the guest room.

Wuchen is seriously playing chess with Yantao.

The handsome monk frowned, looked serious, and fell on the chessboard with white pieces between his slender fingers like warm jade.

"Before coming, elder martial brother asked me to convey a word to young master Yan."

A clear and shallow smile appeared on the dust-free and ethereal face, "what he entrusted to you may be useful at the critical moment. Let me remind you."

Yan Tao scratched his head gently with a chess piece, and a pair of cold peach eyes picked it up, "thank you, your master."

No dust... "It's senior brother. Thank you."

Every time he thought he had made progress in his cultivation, he would degenerate into the prototype when he ran into Yan Tao.

Sure enough, he is not cultivated enough.

I'm so angry. I want to kill him now.

Yantao blinked, with a little innocence and accident, "isn't it master? He's so much older than you."

"... I've told you many times," dustless's lips wriggled slightly, and his tone showed a taste of gnashing teeth. "Abbot is a disciple on behalf of him. I'm a martial brother with him."

"Well, that's it."

Young master Yan played chess again. His red lips tilted slightly, and a smile flowed from the bottom of his eyes, "you lost, clean."

After winning another game, Yan Tao leaned lazily on his chair and stretched his waist. His peach blossom eyes brightened. "Tut, Gobang can't win me. Dare to laugh at me."

Wuchen silently put his hands together, "monks don't care about victory or defeat."

"Amitabha."

Born in a Buddhist temple, the Buddhist name of handsome monk is excellent.

Master Yan gently raised his eyebrows. "What else do you want to say to me?"

It's impossible to specially pull her over to seek Buddhism.

"Elder martial brother, if Mr. Qin insists on going with young master Yan, I will follow him."

Yantao gently raised his eyebrows, his slender white hand supported his chin and smiled, "are you afraid I'll turn away?"

She really did not expect that there are many capable people on this small planet.

A monk came out of a sunny judgment.

Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes turned slightly. She didn't see anything strange about the monk that day.

Today, however, he said that he was about to travel far away. He must have some skills in hand.

But what is this skill? With Yan Tao's ability, he has never perceived it.

"Young master Yan laughed."

Dust-free smiled, and a strange look appeared in her eyes, "I just followed your orders and followed you."

"As for what young master Yan wants to do, or what Mr. Qin wants to do, it has nothing to do with me."

Dustless flicked the dust falling on his knee and picked up the pieces on the chessboard with a smile, "young master Yan, do you want another game?"

"Just you?"

"Forget it."

Young master Yan looked at Wuchen with contempt. "You stinky chess basket is not as good as half a child. I'd better think about my young master's recipe."

Coax his family back as soon as possible.

"Recipe?"

Dustless: "what does Master Yan want to cook?"

Yan Tao pondered for a moment, "braised meat, plain chicken soup, tomato sirloin -"

"Wait a minute," dustless gently held his forehead, "young master Yan, you won't forget where you are?"

"The Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, where did you get the chicken, duck, fish and meat? Big meat?"