The slender fingers of the hands were like peeling onion roots, and the tips of the tender white fingertips were still dyed with red and bright danko, but before they touched the gray placket of the monk's clothes, they were grabbed by a pair of dry big hands.

Anyone who has practiced palm kung fu will either have extremely ugly hands, and their palms are rough and cracked like old tree bark, or they are extremely beautiful, and they are as white as jade, which is even more than ordinary women.

All the Shaolin Temple monks, and Shaolin martial arts, famous for palms and sticks.

If he claims to be the second in the world, no one dares to call him the first.

But the hands of mortals, unlike people who practice iron sand palms, who can't wait to be calloused on their palms, and who don't want to play small kung fu such as hidden weapons, in order to maintain the feel, the palms are soaked in milk every day, white and clean.

If you have to say it, Lifan's hand is more like the hand of a monk who doesn't know martial arts, with the finger cocoons left by knocking on the wooden fish and copying scriptures all year round, and there is a smell of sandalwood that can't be dissipated.

can be such an ordinary pair of hands, Feng Jiyue can't escape and can't break away. After grabbing her wrist, he pushed her away slowly, firmly, inch by inch.

"Donor, please respect yourself."

If he didn't recite Amitabha, he opened his eyes, but he couldn't see her in his eyes, only cold compassion.

Cold, as if you are dust, an ant, you dirty his body he doesn't care, you bite him he doesn't care about the kind of compassion.

If an ordinary person is bitten by an ant, only if he catches it immediately, he will crush it to death to vent his anger, and if he can't catch it, he will not go to find an ant nest and stab it. And for a compassionate monk, taking a sip of water still has to recite the sutra for the "108,000 insects" in the water, not to mention ants?

Since it doesn't hurt or itch, ignoring it is.

Feng Jiyue didn't find herself in Fan's eyes.

Ignored.

Being ignored is always a very annoying thing, especially for a demon girl who is "famous all over the world".

Even if it's not a good name.

But Feng Jiyue just smiled.

Ignoring her is just a monk in a small world, for outsiders who know the "plot", even if they can't change the plot at will, it is inevitable that these "NPCs" who don't know anything about living in the framework will have some lofty emotions, not to mention that Feng Jiyue is a thief who can change the plot at will, and even destroy a small world?

If she sees her like an ant, why doesn't she treat the world like an ant?

Oh, it's not right, among the people in this world, Yan Han, who has the ability to follow her, is not an ant, but I don't know which one Yan Han will be in this small world.

Thinking of Yan Han, Feng Jiyue couldn't help but feel a touch of joy from the bottom of her heart.

So she withdrew her hand and said goodbye to Fan with a smile: "Goodbye, monk." After speaking, he finally left Shaolin Temple.

She's going to find Yan Han.

Where does the host go? 】

【Shandong. 】

【Shandong? Did the host go to the heroine to grab the golden finger? 】

[No, go find Yan Han. 】

The Demon Sect is powerful, and the secret agents placed are almost all over the place, as the Demon Sect Demon Girl, Feng Jiyue changed seven or eight horses along the way, and finally arrived in Shandong a few days later.

According to the plot, the first big plot after Xu Suxin crossed over was that there was a drought in Shandong, but the imperial court did nothing, starved to death countless people, and finally broke out of the plague because of improper disposal of the corpses, but at this time, the imperial court sent troops to guard the main roads everywhere, so as not to let the suffering people flee, so as not to spread the plague to the outside.

As a saint who was born and practiced in this generation of Tianji Pavilion, Su Xin went deep into Shandong to save the people from fire and water, first met the divine doctor who rushed to treat the plague, and then borrowed a part of the food by virtue of the prestige of Tianji Pavilion and handed it to the master of the martial arts alliance to help the people get through the difficulties, and finally survived until the plague was cured by the divine doctor, and the imperial court issued relief food and medicine.

This wave of plots directly blew up the prestige of the saint, and the favorability of the divine doctor and the leader of the martial arts alliance, Xu Suxin's name as the saint was really recognized by the martial arts and even the world so far.

It also laid the groundwork for Xu Suxin to find a monk to ask for "Yijin Sutra".

Now, of course, the original is with her.

After easily getting the original Yi Jin Sutra, Feng Jiyue had some guesses about the statement that Fan gave her the original Yi Jin Sutra because of her appreciation of the saint's good deeds in the "plot", but no matter what Fan thought, this original Yi Jin Jing can only be her and Yan Han's.

Shandong was at this time when the plague was rampant, and the official road was heavily guarded by officers and soldiers, and they were not allowed to enter or leave.

The demon girl of the Demon Sect was dressed in red and was as hot as fire, her long hair and shawl were not accompanied by hairpin rings, and she was lazy and charming like a demon with all kinds of amorous feelings, and the eyes of these officers and soldiers who saw it were straight.

Feng Jiyue said that she wanted to enter Shandong, but she was persuaded by these officers and soldiers.

There are also those who can't open their eyes to see that she is beautiful and want to start rubbing oil, but they are quickly drunk by the generals led by her, and even let her go quickly.

Feng Jiyue led Ma Shi Shiran forward, and when he was a little farther, the little leader who was about to rub oil complained behind him, and he heard the general scold: "Blind your dog's eyes, anyone dares to provoke?" Without looking closely, the woman stood there lightly for a long time, and her feet did not touch the ground! ”

The soldiers then looked at the demon witch together, and sure enough, the woman in red who was leading the horse walked barefoot, and her feet were fluttering lightly, and there was never a trace of dust under her feet.

This world is a martial arts world, in martial arts, many people can know one, two, three, light skills to this point, it has reached the pinnacle, not only the body is amazing, but also needs the support of the top internal force.

There is such a person who can do light work, even if he can only do light work, he is also a first-class person in the rivers and lakes, this woman is really not simple.

The most important thing is that this kind of person is not dressed like a righteous person.

The little leader who wants to rub the oil is dripping with cold sweat, if he doesn't have a general to stop him today, he provokes such a demon girl, I am afraid that his life will not be guaranteed.

The little leader was weak, and he saw the demon girl in front of him turn her head and smile charmingly at them, and her ethereal but clear voice reached the ears of several people along the wind.

"There is still a knowledgeable person, I am in a good mood today, and I will spare your life."

As soon as the words fell, I looked at the woman and the horse in front of me, and they were all gone.

Although there are countless benevolent and righteous doctors and righteous martial arts people in Shandong who voluntarily came to help the people, but there was no help from the imperial court.

Feng Jiyue's mood was rarely heavy.

[Host, they are so pitiful......]

Xiao Er was heavier than Feng Jiyue, and even almost cried.

[In the plot, how long will it be before the divine doctor develops the antidote to the plague? Feng Jiyue asked Xiao Er.

[It will take half a month.] 】

【Half Moon ......】

Feng Jiyue was silent.

Half a month developed an antidote, and then the saint borrowed food, and there was more than half a month after the divine doctor developed the antidote......

[Forget it, Yan Han can't run, you can find it whenever you want, it's better for me to rob the saint first, and "lend" a batch of food. 】

[Good, good, good! Xiao Er was overjoyed, but after a while he asked, "But who did the host go to borrow from?" In the plot, the heroine still used the prestige of Tianji Pavilion to reluctantly borrow a boatload of grain at the cost of promising to pay a high price afterwards, but this boatload of grain was only eaten in the largest gathering places of disaster victims in Shandong, and it was only eaten for less than three days. 】

The more Xiao Er said, the more depressed he became: [The host is just a demon witch, but she has no reputation to borrow, and now there is more than a month before the imperial court opens to help, how much food the host borrows, it is not enough for so many people to eat for a month......]

Feng Jiyue led the horse back and comforted the frustrated Xiao Er in her heart.

[It's said that you don't have to think about this kind of problem that requires IQ, anyway, you can't think about a result. 】

Xiao Er's hair was fried, and Feng Jiyue couldn't help but evoke a lazy smile: [It's okay, everything has me. 】