"Amitabha, horses, horses, are you sure it's this way? Before, you felt that Brother Zhang's existence suddenly accelerated, and the poor monk ignored important things and walked with you, let's not take the wrong path. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Ma'er, Ma'er, can you listen to me? We don't have nothing to hang out, if you can't find where Brother Zhang is, why don't you let me arrange the direction, let's go to Shangguan's house first? Isn't your hostess also at Shangguan's house?"

"Ma'er, Ma'er, the poor monk has already told you all the way, with your wisdom and wisdom, you must understand, why don't you answer the poor monk one or two?"

"Horses, horses...... The poor monk didn't offend you along the way, so why do you deliberately turn the poor monk so upside down!?"

The supreme monk who could reflect the light on his head finally had to carry the light-weight exercises, so as not to be knocked to the ground by the extremely intelligent and extremely individualized treasure horse under his crotch.

The ink-colored treasure horse is naturally Zhang Yun's mount, Yexiang, who has been following this bald monk since he was lent to Zhishan for use outside Chuzhou City, and has been walking the world with this contemporary ascetic monk of Longjue Temple in the land of Xuanzhi and Xuan. Not long ago, Zhishan inquired and understood the specific location of the Shangguan family, and was about to return this treasure horse to its original owner, but he didn't expect that only halfway through, this psychic treasure horse suddenly turned around and ran wildly.

Zhishan is not good at riding a horse, and Yexiang's wild galloping directly made this Buddha's heart in his body, and the ascetic monk of Longjue Temple with clear eyes panicked. It took a whole day of work to find out the skills needed to ride Yexiang, especially Yexiang, who was running wildly with all her might, so that he dared to be distracted and communicate with this divine horse, but who would have thought that Yexiang, who had slowed down for less than half an hour, suddenly accelerated again, and this time it was a real full-speed run that Zhishan had never experienced.

The huge inertia almost threw Zhishan off the horse, but fortunately, the discerning Zhishan got the opportunity one step earlier, and finally did not fall off the horse from the ascetic monk of Longjue Temple. He didn't ask Yexiang what made it so powerful this time, because Zhishan also saw something different between heaven and earth.

Dead air.

The heart of the best shook violently, and after walking with the sitting treasure horse for a long time, he gave birth to many feelings and stepped on the threshold of the Buddha's heart, who would have thought that after seeing this sudden terrifying scene, he almost fell directly into the dust.

What could have caused such a terrible death-like chaos? There is no such record in either the Master or the temple records, but the supreme good can infer the level of this death-like chaos from the original records. But why did Yexiang go straight to such a terrifying chaos? Zhishan knew very well that Yexiang's magical treasure horse could be regarded as human, and if Yexiang insisted on it, it must mean that there was someone or something waiting for it that it thought was more important than its own life.

Could it be Brother Zhang? Zhishan soon found out that he had guessed wrong.

It was a girl, never more than fourteen years old, and although there was only a back, Zhishan still felt that this woman was the fairy who came out of the painting.

Why did it come out of the painting? Because there is a little bit of human fireworks. Zhishan grew up in Longjue Temple since he was a child, and he really hasn't seen many women, but since he walked down the mountain, he has seen a lot of women, beautiful, ugly, kind and vicious, and even interested in him, a bald monk, but I have never seen this kind of dusty woman who has no fireworks all over her body.

Yexiang's speed was extremely fast, and Zhishan saw the woman, and the next moment Baoju had stopped three feet in front of him. Except for the faint dust scattered with the wind, it was impossible to tell that Nightshade had just made any running-related movements.

"Good horse!" The girl's reaction was completely out of the normal range, and when this sentence "good horse" came out, the feeling of the fairy descending to the mortal dust that she had just seen in the back disappeared in an instant. Fortunately, the girl's face is indeed thrillingly beautiful, and it can somewhat make up for the arrogance in that tone.

The senses of the supreme goodness were flipped in an instant, and he was slightly stunned for a while, but when he came back to his senses, he found that the girl had set up a simple shelf at some point, and was hanging a piece of rice paper on it and was painting. From the side, you can see that the painting is showing at an abnormal speed is the same person as Yaka and his best.

Yexiang obviously understood that she seemed to have mistaken something, and was about to turn around and leave, when she suddenly saw herself already formed on the rice paper. The unquenched curiosity in Yexiang's body was well protected by Zhang Yun, and coupled with absolute confidence in his speed, this horse with no half of the stray hair on his whole body decided to step forward to see what this woman was drawing, and whether she had drawn herself enough.

Yexiang was just curious, but as she sat down and gradually approached the girl who seemed to be putting all her heart on painting, the supreme monk was no longer as concerned about the girl whose back and face were completely inconsistent as before, but was thinking about what kind of Jianghu person a woman who could paint to such a realm.

Perfection is not stupid, on the contrary, this ascetic monk of Longjue Temple who prefers to talk to horses more than people is actually extremely intelligent, otherwise how could he have a natural eye and become an ascetic monk of Longjue Temple from generation to generation? So when he found out that every time the girl put down her pen, she actually followed the extreme rules of a certain martial arts, all his curiosity turned into absolute vigilance.

Zhishan knew very well how ostentatious the horse he was riding, and even more aware that the owner of this treasure foal named Yaka now had a large number of people coveting everything about him. So after experiencing several inexplicable and sudden sieges, Zhishan learned to "obey" Yexiang's choice, and at the same time better understood the truth that his eyes can't stop for a moment in this river and lake.

The girl in Zhishan's eyes was originally just strange, but when she began to paint, the simple colors that belonged to the girl suddenly became varied, and thousands of purples and reds seemed to bloom like a hundred flowers, completely dissolving into the surrounding qi in an extremely natural way.

It's not to use or obey, but to dissolve into it, which makes Zhishan understand the reason why Yexiang will run over, but it also makes him a little confused.

This girl has the ability to perceive qi similar to Zhang Yun's immortal realm, but in her bones, she should not be the so-called fairy full of fairy energy. That's why she attracted Yexiang to come over, but at the same time, it made Zhishan wonder why she was far from having the strength to correspond to such a qi machine perception.

I don't understand, so it's better to be more careful. This is the habit or experience that Zhishan has developed after experiencing dozens of sieges with the "help" of Yexiang, and since this girl is so "magical", it is naturally better to pay more attention.

"Monk, are you afraid of me?"