Looking at Jiujiu's bright smile, Cihang almost subconsciously wanted to agree, but when he thought of the master's earnest teachings, he shook his head without hesitation: "The little donor is joking."

"Just?" Jiujiu said in a teasing tone: "I never joke. After all, I am a person who has killed anyone!"

When talking about killing people, Jiujiu made a sword-drawing gesture to remind Cihang that she had killed Sang Ye.

Cihang stood stiffly in place, watching Jiujiu not moving for a long time.

Looking at Ci Hang's stupid appearance, Jiujiu burst out laughing, pinched a strand of her hair, and casually circled her fingertips.

The black hair was like a love thread and twisted around the fingertips. The fingertips were white and delicate, and the fingertips were tender pink, like a cinnabar mole reflected in Cihang's heart.

Cihang lowered his eyes and blocked the surging affection in his eyes. He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently: "Amitabha."

"If chanting the Buddha's name is useful, Mangye will not die, a fool monk." Jiujiu raised her foot and kicked Xiaobai's belly, looking at Cihang and asked, "Is there a monk named Pudu in your Shaolin Temple?"

Pudu?

Isn’t Pudu his master?

Jiujiu ignored the entanglement on Cihang's face and continued to ask: "Master, if you don't know, I'll ask someone else."

After saying that, no matter what Cihang reacted, Jiujiu patted Xiaobai's butt, and Xiaobai, who was in the same mood as Jiujiu, raised his hooves and ran forward.

"What's the matter with the little donor looking for Master Pudu?" Cihang quickly used his light skills to follow Jiujiu.

Jiujiu stopped Xiaobai, turned her head and looked at Cihang curiously, blinking: "Do you know Pudu?"

Cihang's face was still holy, his black eyes were as deep as the deep sea, and he said calmly: "It's the little monk's master. The little donor hasn't said yet, why did you find Master Pudu?"

"Your master!" Jiujiu sighed half surprised and half emotion: "I said I'm here to kill people, why do you think I'm going to find Pudu?"

When Cihang heard Jiujiu say he wanted to kill Pudu, his eyelids shook, but his face was still calm, and he just advised: "Although the little donor has a high martial arts skills, he is slightly inferior to Master Pudu."

This is a reminder that Jiujiu can't beat Pudu.

Jiujiu thought that she would get angry when she said she wanted to kill Pudu Cihang, but who knew that this fool was not angry, but reminded herself that she could not beat Pudu, which was really intriguing.

Faced with Cihang's concern, Jiujiu just chuckled and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about this anymore. Then wait to help Pudu collect the body."

This time Xiaobai ran forward again, Jiujiu did not look back, and Cihang did not catch up.

at night.

Jiujiu sat on the treetops on the mountainside, looking at the moonlight in the sky, feeling a little lonely and sad.

I don't know how long it will take for such a life or how long it will take for her to bring Ain back. It's really a worry.

Fortunately, there are Xiaobai and Baozi, otherwise she will definitely go crazy.

Jiujiu rubbed the bun's little head and used the branches to lay a formation around it, then she fell asleep leaning against the treetops.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes and raised my hand, I found that there was a somewhat yellow monk's robe covering my shoulders and lowered my head.

Cihang sat on the ground in single clothes and realized that Jiujiu had woken up. Cihang looked up at Jiujiu, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Good morning, little donor."

"Oh, what a coincidence, what a great monk." Jiujiu fell from the tree lightly, threw the monk's robe on Cihang, and looked down at Cihang, who was still meticulous even though he was sitting on the ground. Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of sarcastic: "I remember I didn't invite you to come to me, and, are you destroying my formation?"

"Amitabha." Cihang looked at Jiujiu and said gently: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Listen to my advice, the little donor turned around and was on the shore."

Jiujiu blinked her big eyes, which were still a little confused, and looked at Cihang: "Even if he killed my mother and killed my master, I will let him go?"

"Little donor, don't talk nonsense." Cihang Gujing Wubo's face appeared on his face, and he denied it: "My master is kind and can't kill your mother and master? There must be a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Jiujiu snorted coldly: "What is misunderstanding? I said that Pudu kills people is a misunderstanding. Could it be that Pudu kills people in front of you? It is true."

Jiujiu chuckled: "Master, do you dare to make a bet with me? If I win, you will follow me. If I lose, I will go back to Miaojiang and not step into the Central Plains. What do you think?"

Cihang's lips trembled, and he did not nod or shook his head.

Jiujiu chuckled and leaned into Cihang's ear and whispered.

After saying that, Jiujiu raised her head, but was surprised to find that Cihang blushed.

Because the monk had no hair covering, Cihang's blushing seemed particularly obvious, especially his two ears, which were red and dripping blood under the sunlight.

Because since the two met, Cihang has always been serious about her. Jiujiu thought Cihang had no interest in her, but now it seems that it is not.

Jiujiu pretended to be frivolous and blew in Cihang's ears, and said coquettishly: "Master, I see that you have a handsome face. If you are still secular and marry me as your wife, I will not kill Pudu. What do you think?"

As if he was hit by an electric current, Cihang quickly retreated, even his neck was red to the end. His eyes dodged and did not look at Jiujiu, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "No."

"What's wrong with this? Your master, Master Pudu, still eats meat and plays with women after becoming a monk. Why is it impossible to come to you?"

Hearing Jiujiu say this Pudu, Cihang's originally red cheeks instantly became cold. Although his heart was still beating fast, his emotions had calmed down and he whispered: "Little donor, don't talk nonsense."

Jiujiu snorted coldly, shook her head and walked towards Xiaobai beside her: "If you believe it or not, I just want to kill that Pudu, I want you to care about me."

Looking at Jiujiu's pretty appearance, Cihang sighed. Although he is a monk, all sentient beings should be equal, but the spring breeze wrinkles the spring water. When he saw Jiujiu, his heart could no longer be equal to all sentient beings as before.

Cihang walked to Jiujiu, took the reins, and walked forward and said, "Little donor, why do you have to kill my master?"

"Then why do you have to be a monk?"

Cihang lowered his eyes: "The little monk was an abandoned baby and was adopted by his master since he was a child."

"So you want to be a monk?" Jiujiu smiled slightly: "Then I was adopted by my master since I was a child and never became a swordsman."

Thinking of Yun Ze, the kind old man who was considerate to his daytime shift but failed to die well, Jiujiu couldn't help but sigh, raised her foot and kicked Xiaobai's butt, and said in a light tone: "Master, why don't you want to believe me?"

"The little monk didn't believe you, little donor, but my master couldn't..." (To be continued)
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