Chapter 1215 Monk Hua! ?

"We are all cultivators. Although we met by chance, it is a good thing to form a good relationship." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch smiled coincidentally.

"Well, the female benefactor is so beautiful, it is indeed a wonderful thing for the poor monk to get to know the female benefactor." Yang Yu said with a smile.

After some chatting, the witch was relieved and didn't think about so many things for the time being. She looked at the delicious food in front of Yang Yu with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

But as soon as the witch let go, Yang Yu's face turned dark immediately.

At the end of the meal, the witch stopped talking and ate another green jelly meat skewer. In the end, she really couldn't eat this kind of flesh and blood medicine, so she started to switch to other delicacies.

The monkey wine that Shi Hao took out was all drunk by the witch, even Yang Yu didn't eat the barbecue, and was eaten clean by the witch.

This made Yang Yu black out. This was the second time someone moved faster than him and snatched food from him.

While enjoying it, the girl got up nonchalantly, picked up a can of monkey wine very freely, opened it, drank it clean, and put all the remaining kebabs beside Yang Yu on the fire.

"Oh my God, how can you eat so well, my barbecue, my monkey wine, how can you fat women be so good at eating."

Yang Yu screamed. He thought of the scene when Yunxi ate most of the pure-blood Zhu Jian in Baiduan Mountain, and his face was dark.

It was already late at night, and the blue sea was shimmering, reflecting the bright moon in the sky. Because it was a ghost ship, other creatures did not dare to approach this sea area. There was no one to disturb it, and it was very quiet.

Yang Yu and the witch ate until late at night, while Xiaobudian and Maoqiu were sleeping soundly, glowing all over.

In the end, the witch couldn't hold on any longer, her lower abdomen swelled up slightly, and she sprayed rays of light as soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't eat anymore.

The flesh and blood medicine she ate had been suppressed by her all along, but now she couldn't suppress it, and her whole body began to glow.

It's hard to imagine how these people's stomachs are filled. This is a pure-blooded creature. If other people eat a piece, they will probably glow all over and start running wildly.

"My monkey wine, this thing is not unlimited, it can't go to Baiduan Mountain! You should stop eating it!"

Yang Yu looked at the wine jars on the ground under the Witch's feet with great heartache, very heartbroken, and regretted that Shi Hao took out so many.

"This monkey wine is really a good wine!"

Looking at Yang Yu, the witch nodded in satisfaction.

"Of course, what you eat is not yours!"

Yang Yu's face was dark, with a look of heartache.

"Don't be so sad. Good things should naturally be shared with those who understand, and also with your own friends. You see how I fit together. We meet by chance, but we can sit and watch each other, eat meat and drink. Isn't this a friendship? ?

Also, my witch is a person who eats all over the world. If you enter my stomach, it will naturally not become a vulgar thing, and it will have a unique meaning. "

The witch looked at Yang Yu and said with a smile, her face was not red and her heart was not beating.

"Amitabha, I don't understand the meaning of the female benefactor's words, but I don't understand. After the food I eat absorbs the essence, it will enter the reincarnation of the five grains, and then send it out through the reincarnation exit?"

Yang Yu looked at the witch, his eyes rolled.

"Eh..." The witch was speechless for a moment, with an uncomfortable expression on her face. What Yang Yu was pointing at was disgusting.

"Amitabha, is there any other way for the benefactor to get her out?" Yang Yu clasped his hands together and looked at the witch very curiously, as if humbly asking for advice.

"You monk, why are you speaking so vulgarly? Judging by your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you are actually a bad-hearted person." The witch stared at Yang Yu and said rather displeased.

"Amitabha, the benefactor herself said that entering your belly can have a special meaning, the poor monk is just curious."

Yang Yu shook his head and said, suddenly, Yang Yu looked at the witch with strange eyes, "All you drink is monkey wine, if they all come from that place, it will indeed have a special meaning."

"..." The witch looked at Yang Yu and didn't understand much.

"Amitabha, that place is a good place. All men yearn for it, not to mention that the female benefactor is so beautiful, so more men want it. The monkey wine has a special meaning. The poor monk understands." Yang Yu nodded.

The witch looked at Yang Yu, her face darkened suddenly, she now understood what Yang Yu meant.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor is indeed a natural wonderful thing. Although the poor monk has never seen it, he has heard of it. It was precisely because of this wonderful thing that the world made a poem that the world called the poor monk a poem." Buddha." Yang Yu rolled his eyes and looked at the witch.

"..." The witch didn't speak, she sat there with a stiff face, she couldn't tell what her expression was, it was pitch black anyway, and she was not in a good mood.

"The poor monk showed his ugliness to the benefactor, and today he wrote a poem to let the benefactor know where the name of the poor monk's poem Buddha came from." Yang Yu laughed, stood up directly, and looked up at the sky ,Hands together.

"This poem took seven, seven, four, seven or nine days for the poor monk to study and revise every day. It can be said that every word is pearls, and the image is incomparable. I also ask the female benefactor to comment. This poem is:

The good fortune is mysterious and yellow, and the magical machine is contained, and the famous artifact is hidden in Jiaoniang's crotch.

The two petals of the scorpion condense the flower dew, and the Taoyuan enters the Yaochi directly.

How to write the crisp and soft part of Danqing, when it is difficult to dye bright red with color.

But it's Cangjie's rascal, and the pictographic paintings of wonderful objects are compelling. "

After some impassioned reciting, Yang Yu recited this wonderful poem very vigorously, turned his head to look at the witch, Yang Yu asked with a smile, "Female benefactor, I wonder if the poor monk can be worthy of the title of Poetry and Buddha?"

"..." The witch looked at Yang Yu with a dark face, not knowing what to say, and there was some blush on her face. I don't know if it was caused by drinking, or because of embarrassment.

"Female benefactor?" Yang Yu looked at the witch with a smile and said.

"Monk, why are you so vulgar? Are you a flower monk? But how old are you, why do you write such poems?"

The witch said very speechlessly, her face was a little annoyed.

"Amitabha, the poor monk just heard Master talking about that wonderful thing by accident, and with Master's daily influence, this poem came into being." Yang Yu looked at the witch and said with a smile.

"..." The witch didn't speak, and looked at Yang Yu very speechlessly.

Now he really doesn't know what kind of force Yang Yu's master came from. Such poems can be written, and there are many people in this sect...

The witch shook her head, speechless.

"Female benefactor, can the poor monk deserve the title of Poetry Buddha?" Yang Yu asked again.

"If you really only know such poems, I think you should change your name to Monk Hua." The witch said rather speechlessly.