Zhu Yifei was actually woken up by the little monk's hoarse cry, but she didn't mean to laugh secretly, but she was really unwell, lazy and didn't want to move, but she didn't expect this little monk to be so ruthless, and pushed her off the stone bed, not to mention, her whole head was still on the pile of rubble, and she suddenly let out a heartfelt moan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The little monk actually didn't want to really hurt her, he just didn't know how to control his strength, and he didn't expect her to be so light and fluttering like a feather, and she was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Ziyang hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, and it was not good to blame a little child just looked at the bruises on her forehead and it was not too serious, after the treatment of the little fox Shumo, her eyes had completely recovered, and even the place where she was scratched by the wind ghost before had become intact, but the moment she opened her eyes, Ziyang was extremely shocked, almost forgetting how to breathe and how to speak.

It is a pair of very wonderful eyes, the black pupils are full of pink luster, the corners of the eyes are slender and upturned into the shape of a petal, bewitching and moving, under a closer look, it is like a birthmark-like flower mark, less of the original cold arrogance and cynicism, more tender like water and coquettish soul, especially from the perspective of Ziyang, like the daughter of Yaohua, the queen of the piano of the Xuan world, the fairy posture between the eyebrows, the peach and plum, the water eyes are good, and the king is still pitiful.

"What's wrong? Something on my face? Zhu Yifei looked at Ziyang staring at herself for a moment, and asked with some confusion.

Ziyang is actually a little troubled in his heart, he has been doing ghost hunting for a few years, to say that he has seen a lot of ghosts and ghosts, but like her now, it is really easy to provoke people to commit crimes, although he is a Taoist priest, and his heart is firm enough, but after all, he has not yet reached the realm of transcendence, even if he is much stronger than ordinary people, it is difficult to resist such beauty.

"Demon girl, why haven't you seen you for a long time, you have become uglier" The little monk stepped forward and looked up at her, blinking his round and tear-stained eyes and said.

Zhu Yifei realized that he was disfigured again, no wonder Ziyang's eyes were so weird when he looked at him, but when he thought about it, he was on the verge of life and death with a big injury in three days and a small injury in two days, and being disfigured was already an extrajudicial grace, and he was thankful that he didn't put his life into it, Amitabha.

I don't know how Ziyang healed her eyes, she clearly remembered the unspeakable pain and torture, she was worse than dead, why is she so good now?

"It's just right to be ugly, it scares you to death, hey, why are you here" Zhu Yifei bent down and looked at the little monk Dao, the clothes on her body didn't know when they had been changed into an intact white dress, the placket and cuffs were made of silver silk threads, and there was also complicated lace, and the wide sleeves were more elegant and gorgeous compared with the narrow sleeves in the past, but unfortunately it was not very convenient, she bent over like this, the sleeves hung directly to the ground, and even the shawl embroidered with lotus flowers was stained with dust.

"Hmph, why should I tell you?" The little monk snorted and turned around, tears falling down again.

Zhu Yifei looked at the clothes on her body, and wondered if she didn't remember to change her clothes, so she asked, "Master, did you change the clothes for me?" ”

Ziyang opened his mouth, a little speechless, how do you say this? So he vaguely pointed to Hui Channel, "It seems that he changed it."

When the little monk heard that he had been framed, he hurriedly wiped away his tears, turned around, glared at Ziyang angrily, and said, "The monks don't speak, obviously you changed it, why do you lie?"

Ziyang wanted to gag his mouth too late, and sneered, "It's not me, it's definitely not me"

Zhu Yifei was also very embarrassed, why did she ask such a stupid question, but if it was Ziyang who changed it for her, she really didn't believe it, because she still had a deep understanding of what kind of character this Taoist was, even if she was dirty, he would only avoid it in disgust, and it was impossible to make her so clean and change her clothes, but who was he?

Suddenly remembered Ziyang, who was holding her hand in the Demon King Palace, and was a little confused, and Zhu Yifei was also speechless for the fact that there were always some spirits who liked to pretend to be him, could it be that this guy was too handsome and became the object of imitation? So is she going to major in a spell called Identification in the future?

People who are cranky in their minds always seem a little stupid, Ziyang shook his hand in front of her eyes and said, "It's dangerous here, let's leave quickly"

"Are you going back to Taijing?" In fact, she really wanted to ask about the Death Pill, and the matter of Taijing was basically over, so she could go.

"Well, let's go back and take a look first, I just looked for you in a hurry when I woke up in Zifu, it seems that something big happened in Taijing City, many soldiers entered and stationed at the city gate, and the people who came and went were arrested" Ziyang said with a frown.

"Haven't you been with me all the time?" Hearing him say this, Zhu Yifei's brain began to be a mess again.

Knowing that he accidentally said something wrong, he said vaguely, "Anyway, let's go back and take a look first, the little ginseng is still there, don't be in any danger, now we have to take the little master on the road together" Ziyang said and touched the little monk's bare head, the feeling of no resistance is very good.

There is no quit scar on the little monk's head, I don't know if the old monk forgot the point or the little monk was afraid of the pain and didn't let it, but the old monk didn't have a quit scar on his head, which seems to be really a master and apprentice.

"Okay, Master, there is blood at the corner of your mouth, you are injured" When a few people walked out of the cave, the light gradually brightened, and Zhu Yifei saw that the corners of Ziyang's lips were bright red, although they were almost unrecognizable by him, but the two of them shared weal and woe many times, and they were injured countless times, and this secret could not be hidden from her.

When I used to watch TV series, I always wondered why those protagonists vomited blood at every turn, but now she really understands it, it's not that she wants to vomit, but after suffering internal injuries, the capillaries in the living stomach in the chest cavity are abrased, and there is too much blood overflowing, so you can't help this feeling, especially if the lung lobes are damaged, it is normal to cough up blood.

The three of them came to the cave, Zhu Yifei looked around, and his eyes were full of white mountains, it turned out that this cave was dug out on the mountainside, it was about ten stories high, and there were no ladders and bridges, as a mortal's habitual thinking, he couldn't help but ask, "How can this go down?"

Ziyang glanced at her in surprise and said, "You can't control the clouds now?"

The little monk was even more simple and direct, "I and Ziyang Dao Changfei, you can climb down by yourself"

Zhu Yifei slapped her head, isn't it, she also has mana now, she still cares about walking, she is really stupid, she is just looked down on by Ziyang, but she is so ridiculed by a little monk, she can't save face.

Squinted his eyes and put on a look of contempt: "I'm not taking care of you?" You're so small, don't say I don't care about you for a while."

The little monk snorted and laughed, and then his little body jumped into the air, and suddenly a cloud appeared under his feet, looking at Zhu Yifei, who was staring at him in surprise, and rolled in the clouds, his hands were pillowed behind his head, and the little feet that raised Erlang's legs couldn't stop shaking, and at the end he said, "I'm not taking care of you?" You're so stupid, don't tell me to wait for you for a while."

Zhu Yifei angrily stretched out his hand and pointed at the little monk, unable to speak for a long time.

Ziyang next to him couldn't help laughing, and when he saw Zhu Yifei's eye knife crackling, he hurriedly stifled his cough, and said "Let's go quickly"

Zhu Yifei was in a good mood, hurriedly stood on his chest, silently recited the mantra and mental method, thinking in his heart that he couldn't give a child a flat look, but after gathering several times, he failed, and suddenly became more anxious.

There was the innocent laughter of the little monk in the clouds, Zhu Yifei listened to it in her ears and remembered it in her heart, but the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't do anything, and she suddenly became a little angry.

Seeing her like this, Ziyang shook his head and said, "Don't mess up your mind," he jumped and stood in the clouds in an instant.

Zhu Yi took a deep breath to calm down the resentment in her heart, and finally gathered the wind and clouds under her feet, stepped on it carefully, and the cloud held her staggering to catch up with Ziyang and the two.

"This is Luoxue Ridge, the border of Yanwu Kingdom, we can reach Taijing in about two days," Ziyang said as he covered his eyebrows with his hands, covering the not too blazing sunlight, and looked at his feet and into the distance.

Zhu Yifei also followed, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything except the white snow and rolling clouds, so he sighed and put down his hand, and asked with a sad expression, "That is, it will take two days to fly in the sky."

"If you drag your feet, it should be three days" The little monk stood up and stepped forward to look, and did not forget to hit Zhu Yifei.

"Why, why, do you want a monk to follow me, ahhhh.......hhh

The sound was reflected far and wide through the clouds, and there was a childish laughter in between.

On the top of a hill not far away, the old monk looked at the three green clouds that were rapidly moving away, and for a long time, he took off his robe and red sandalwood Buddha beads and buried them in a pile of rubble..........