Chapter 595: Destiny in the Pure Land

Good news: it’s not a painter

Bad news: Might as well be a painter...

To be precise, no one knows Zhuyeqing's true strength.

Even gamblers can only learn about fragments of this legendary figure in some historical fragments.

Bamboo Leaf Green has many identities.

Bianhua's ex-husband, Xu Xi's father, the owner of Jinghua Shuiyue, a survivor who was hunted by Han Chan but survived...

Especially the last item is very valuable and everyone understands it.

The god of evil on the shoulders of the gambler makes the gambler say "I am evil" in the bottom of his heart...

If Zhuyeqing is the old version of the elite monster, General Nima is the old version of the miscellaneous fish. Now that the elite monsters have returned strongly, it is normal for the miscellaneous fish to think of the fear of being dominated.

It's like some people struggled all their lives, finally cultivated and ascended, and then became one of the 100,000 heavenly soldiers who surrounded and suppressed the Great Sage.

This guy can't be counted on. If he wants to hold Zhu Yeqing back, he can only rely on the gambler himself.

"Senior, the Pure Land is not safe recently. If you have nothing else to do, please go back first."

The gambler forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, his voice trembled slightly,

"When I meet your wife and children, I'll tell them, do you think it's okay..."

"Okay, stop pretending. If you were really afraid, you wouldn't show up in front of me."

Zhuyeqing had a faint smile on his face and said calmly,

"I have heard people mention you before. You are a very good young man. Have you ever considered betraying the Pure Land?"

The gambler still had a stiff smile on his face and said with a smile, "You are joking."

Gamblers' loyalty to the Pure Land can be learned from the sun and the moon!

As long as Jiang Bai dies, the gambler will not rebel!

"No, I don't like to joke, I like to tell the truth."

Zhuye Qing turned around, with his back to the gambler, and squatted down to continue picking up the weeds around the cemetery, "Gambler, do you know why people from outside the territory keep attacking the Pure Land?"

The gambler shook his head, "I don't know."

He has actually thought about this question and pondered some answers himself. For example, did Pure Land ever dig up ancestral graves outside the territory?

For example, are there cicadas in the Pure Land?

However, in the eyes of gamblers, these answers are not quite right, and even they cannot convince themselves.

"In the heaven, there is actually an old saying. No old saying in this world is groundless..."

Zhuyeqing recalled those words,

"Destiny is in the Pure Land."

Destiny in the Pure Land? !

What is destiny? It sounds like a kind of sky sequence ability, but is there really such a sequence ability?

If so, who is the owner?

Two choices emerged in the gambler's mind, Qian Zhihe, Jiang Bai...

No, when the heaven was born, the paper crane was not born yet.

Then there is only one possibility!

The owner of [Destiny] is Jiang Bai? !

The gambler's expression became even more bitter. He wanted to die now. Why did you tell me such a secret?

What are you doing? You!

Knowing Jiang Bai's secret is worse than not knowing.

It might even lead to death for oneself.

At this moment, the gambler deeply realizes the meaning of "knowledge is risk".

"Don't be afraid. Your guess is right. The destiny is not in the Pure Land. The destiny is with Han Chan. But the question is, why does Han Chan stay in the Pure Land?"

Zhuyeqing asked the second question.

He was cutting weeds when he suddenly stopped and turned the knife over in his hand.

"Think it through before answering. If the answer dissatisfies me, I will die."

Gamblers believe that if Zhuyeqing says he wants to kill himself, he must be able to do so.

But what is before the gambler is a dilemma. His answer will not only satisfy Zhuyeqing, but also Jiang Bai!

After much thought, the gambler gave his most satisfactory answer,

"Because...Han Chan loves the Pure Land?"

"Haha——" Zhuye Qing laughed. His laughter was as light as his smile, but it was extremely contagious. Listening to his laughter, the gambler himself couldn't help but laugh.

Soon, the gambler came back to his senses, only to feel a chill crawling up his back and break out in a cold sweat. The other party's laughter could affect him. Has the gap in strength between the two sides reached this point?

"Your answer is very funny, I'm very satisfied."

Zhu Yeqing didn't expect to get any decent answer from the gambler at all. As for the gambler's life, Zhu Yeqing didn't even care.

He asked himself and answered,

"Hanchan doesn't love the Pure Land, he was just born in the Pure Land."

"At least, at first, I didn't love him."

As for when the Pure Land and Han Chan started to be locked up, even Zhu Yeqing didn't know the answer to this question.

Zhuye Qing looked down at the knife in his hand and said to himself,

"It should be almost time."

The breeze blew and the weeds swayed, but Zhu Yeqing's eyes were locked on something.

That's... a flower.

That's right, in the weeds, a bright red flower appeared, a deadly flower.

Flower of the other shore.

When he saw the flower on the other side, the smile on Zhuyeqing's face finally changed. His smile was originally very light, just like the spring breeze, but now it became thicker. However, this smile had the weight and dullness of winter. .

The moment the other shore flower appears, winter appears.

His wife is coming.

But the next moment, Zhu Yeqing's smile really solidified.

Because right in front of him, the flower of the other shore became illusory, and in the wind and snow, a graceful figure walked out, but this figure was not the wife he had been thinking about.

Compared with his wife, this figure was too feminine.

"Stinky man, what's that expression on your face?"

A big brother holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing rouge, stood in front of Zhuyeqing in an extremely charming posture, raised his orchid finger, and pointed at him,

"If you look at me like this again, I will scream."

This big brother has a very feminine face, and the gambler has seen him from a distance and knows his origin.

The feminine man once hid in the mirror world of the mirror flower burial ground, and even the faceless ghost in the mirror world was a little afraid of him.

After leaving the mirror world, the feminine man once traveled with Shan Hongyi for a period of time. He claimed to be the male best friend of the flower of the other shore, and he also swept the grave and burned paper for the flower of the other shore on the road to the underworld.

Even the red spider lily actually didn't remember the origin of this male bestie.

Zhuyeqing knew him.

Zhuyeqing was not in a good mood because his wife didn't come. He warned in a deep voice,

"Nanliang, you'd better not get involved in the matter between Huahua and me."

"Who are you calling mother? Do you still like being a son of others?!

No, even if I really want to be a mother, I don't want a son like you!"

The humiliation of these words was already very strong. Combined with Nanliang's dress and unique accent... it was a killer!

The gambler didn't know what Zhuyeqing was thinking.

Anyway, the gambler's scalp was numb after hearing it, and he even wanted to turn around and run away.

Zhuyeqing glanced around and realized that no one else came, and quickly regained his composure.

He could still handle a mere little Nanliang.

"You actually came to sweep her grave first, which I didn't expect. I always thought you two were just fake sisters..."

That confidence, the confidence that everything was under control, returned to Zhuyeqing's body,

"But how long can you trap me?"

"If I kill you, Huahua will not let me go. If she wants revenge, she must come to me..."

I don't know when, the gambler has stood behind Nanliang and reminded him in a low voice, "Brother, what this old man said seems to make sense."

"Who are you calling brother!"

Nanliang rolled his eyes and pinched his throat and said,

"Who are you talking about, old man? !"

"I am older than him. He is an old man. What am I?"

"Don't talk if you can't talk, kid!"

"You can donate your eyes if you don't want them. You can cut off your tongue if you don't want them!"

Gambler:......

He gritted his teeth and used his best ability to coax the old man.

"Sister is so well maintained!"

Hearing this, Nan Liang's expression eased a little and he said seriously,

"Actually, he is right. I am not his opponent."

"Even if the red spider lily comes, the two of us are not enough for him to kill alone."

The gambler was about to cry. What are you waiting for? Run!

It's already this time. You are still posing here!

What? When you pose, time stops?

Looking at Zhuyeqing, Nan Liang raised his mouth and said softly, "You don't think that I burn yellow paper when I go to the grave of the red spider lily?"

If you don't burn yellow paper when you go to the grave, what else can you burn?

Newspaper?

The next moment, it was dark.

Something suddenly appeared and covered the sky.

Zhuyeqing looked up at the sky.

It was a...newspaper.

Burning newspapers at graves to fool ghosts!

When Zhuyeqing saw the newspaper, his attention was completely attracted by it and he couldn't move away.

Nanliang looked up and said proudly, "This is Hanchan's newspaper."

This is a sure thing!

Hearing the word Hanchan, the gambler no longer cared about the authenticity of the newspaper, he just felt that this was a sure thing.

Even if he couldn't win, the situation should be stabilized!

Nanliang briefly explained the effect of the newspaper. Any ghost would not be able to move its eyes away as long as it saw the newspaper. Zhuyeqing must finish reading the newspaper before it can move freely...

Watching the two old players fighting in the air, the gambler, a newbie, trembled. At this moment, he finally found a thigh, and he would definitely not let go.

The gambler asked hurriedly, "Brother, what should we do next?"

"Uh, the next step?"

Nanliang still looked up,

"Wait until I finish reading the newspaper."

Gambler: ???