"Yes, I know. I can read minds." Gu Qingxi laughed even harder. This little monk is so cute. In fact, it is easy to imagine that the master who can teach such a lively and down-to-earth little monk must be a very interesting person.

No, it should not be said that such a character is taught, but the nature of the little monk is like this, and the master who teaches him does not kill or suppress the nature of the little monk, but allows the little monk to keep his original intention. Such a master is really good.

Well, but your own master is still the best. Gu Qingxi added in his heart.

"Hey, Mr. Gu, please think about it again. I will follow you first, and I will leave after you meet up with your companions. Now you are alone, and I am alone too. If we go together, we can take care of each other. One more person means more strength, don't you think?" Lekong turned the topic back, and that made Gu Qingxi think of the word Amway.

"Okay, let's go together first." Gu Qingxi nodded in agreement, and felt that what Lekong said made sense.

"Then let's go." Lekong happily followed Gu Qingxi.

While walking, Lekong's little mouth chattered: "Ha, let me tell you, benefactor Gu, you see that although the fifth benefactor cannot see, when he did not draw Qi into his body, the Sword Sect found him a magic weapon that allowed him to perceive and see things with his spiritual sense. Later, when he drew Qi into his body and built his foundation, he seemed to no longer need to rely on the magic weapon and could see things with his spiritual sense on his own.

Because he looks good and can't see, some people sympathize with him every time they mention him. He hates other people's sympathy.

Don't you think that a group of people with low qualifications sympathize with a person with a mutant thunder spirit root who makes rapid progress in cultivation? Isn't this funny?

This is like earning one spirit stone a day to sympathize with someone who earns one million spirit stones a day. There is something wrong with your brain."

Gu Qingxi understood this. Isn't it just like a person riding a bicycle to pity someone driving a sports car? It is indeed a bit sick in the brain.

"Especially those female cultivators, tsk tsk, they find excuses to get close to him all day long, take great care of him, and give him gifts. It seems that they think Diwu Yuexi is good-looking and talented, but can't see, and say that there is a feeling that is more attractive.

Diwu Yuexi received the things and smiled and thanked them on the surface, but turned around and threw them aside.

Look, aren't these people more cold-hearted?

They only have cultivation in their hearts, and don't have any love affairs.

He has a big pattern."

Lekong's last sentence was very sighing.

The last sentence almost made Gu Qingxi think that this little monk was also a time traveler.

"How do you know so much?" Gu Qingxi was a little upset. This little monk is not only lively, but also gossipy.

"I just know. Eh? Mr. Gu, why are you digging this herb? This is of such a low grade, it's a first-grade one." The little monk asked curiously.

"Ah, when I have nothing to do, I make pills for fun, and I make fasting pills. I can't stand the fasting pills with the original foot taste, so I make other flavors." Gu Qingxi squatted there, carefully digging the herbs on the ground with a medicine shovel.

Looking up, the front is full of these low-level herbs. Because of their low grade and estimated age, they are not valuable, so no one wants them.

"Oh, let me help you dig some. Do you have the fasting pills of other flavors? Do you mind giving me one to try?" Lekong also squatted down, took out a medicine shovel and helped Gu Qingxi dig.

"I'll give you a few later." Gu Qingxi said generously.

"Okay, okay, I used to think that the taste of the Bigu Pill was very bad, but I never remembered what it was. When you said that day, I thought, oh, no wonder I always felt that the smell was familiar, wasn't it the smell of the feet of those senior brothers when I first went up the mountain?

After hearing what you said, I am so sick now, and I don't want to eat Bigu Pills at all."

Listening to Lekong's chattering, Gu Qingxi wanted to laugh.

Such a lively Lekong, but he became a monk. Monks are free from desires and demands, which has nothing to do with Lekong.

Gu Qingxi dug herbs while walking, and also tried to use small flies to sense the direction of Xu Baozhu and Xue Mingbai, but the small flies still had no reaction.

"My master said that this secret realm is very, very large, and it takes half a year to open each time. We can slowly look for things." Lekong handed the dug herbs to Gu Qingxi.

"Thank you, I will refine Bigu Pills and send you more later." Gu Qingxi took the herbs and said.

"Okay, okay, if you have time, I'd like to grill more meat." Lekong said with a smile.

Gu Qingxi suddenly had an idea and looked at Lekong: "How many bamboo rats did you catch?"

"Not many, only about 20 or 30. In my pet bag, they are not dead yet." Lekong said shyly.

Gu Qingxi: "..."

She could see that this little monk was also a foodie.

The two walked and stopped, digging a lot of low-level herbs.

After crossing this hill, they came to a plain. There were many trees on the plain, many of which were species that Gu Qingxi had never seen.

Some trees had leaves as big as cattail leaves, while some had leaves as small as needles. The contrast between the two gave a great visual impact.

Little monk Lekong was licking the fasting pill that Gu Qingxi gave him.

He had never eaten such a delicious fasting pill, it was like candy beans!

Gu Qingxi, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? Huh? Is there a fight in front?" Lekong saw Gu Qingxi stop, and he also stopped. He was wondering and heard the sound of fighting in front.

"Let's go and have a look. If they have higher cultivation than us, we should just ignore them and run away. If it's a trap, we should run away too. If they are strangers, and both sides are hurt, we will take advantage of them. If we know them, we will help them and ask them for a share of the spoils." Lekong licked the Qigong pill and said in a low voice.

Gu Qingxi: "..." Although I think so too, it's not good for you, a monk, to do this?

"Hahaha, this little monk shouldn't have gone to the Wanfo Sect at all. He should be one of our magic cultivators." The Wanling Patriarch couldn't help laughing.

Gu Qingxi ignored the old man. He thought everyone should be one of their magic cultivators.

Gu Qingxi and Lekong approached the place carefully and observed the situation from a distance.

Fortunately, the two fighting cultivators had low cultivation levels. They seemed to be at the foundation-building stage.

"Let's see if it's a trap." Lekong said in a low voice.

"No." Gu Qingxi immediately said affirmatively.

"How do you know?" Liaokong was puzzled. His master and senior brothers had repeatedly warned him not to act rashly before he came in.