After only one day, Duan Chengcheng went to Shaolin Temple again, but this time she did not go alone, but accompanied by a stunning beauty. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Duan Tingcheng reined in the horse outside the Shaolin Temple, she turned over and dismounted, and a light gauze sedan chair behind her also stopped.

Aman lifted the bead curtain, and a pair of jade feet fell lightly on the bluestone road. A flaming red shirt moves with the wind, the posture is peerless, attracting those who go up the mountain to worship the incense for the people to stop, the quiet place of the mountains and wilderness, it is rare to see such a beauty present, naturally people are dizzy.

In addition, Duan Chengcheng is dressed as a man, hunting in white, handsome and cold, at first glance, the two of them are ice and fire, beautiful and beautiful, just like a pair of golden boys and girls.

The men on the side of the road sighed, and they all cast envious glances at Duan Qingcheng, as if she had taken up the scenery of all the men in the world.

Duan Qingcheng frowned, she was a little uncomfortable with such a scene, thinking that this woman's charm was indeed good, and she couldn't help but charm sentient beings anytime and anywhere.

Look at herself again, it is nothing more than a simple plain men's dress, and the rouge gouache is even more disdainful, so most passers-by usually treat her as a man, so naturally it will not attract too much attention.

But thinking about it, she also has to admit that although everyone is a woman, this woman is more qualified than her to play the word 'woman'. Thinking that she has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, in order to become stronger, she has already given up her appearance and identity as a woman in her heart. What can make her care is only the ability and determination to survive in a desperate situation, as well as the firmness and determination to take revenge.

"Oman, it's time for us to go." Duan Chengcheng retracted his gaze and said in a cold voice.

"Okay." Aman smiled at her charmingly, no longer paying attention to the gazes of those passers-by, and walked towards Duan Chengcheng with enchanting steps.

In the Dharma Cave, Duan Qingcheng stood in front of the ice coffin, separated by the transparent cold, the person who had been turning around in his mind for thousands of times was still asleep, with a smile on the corner of his lips, warm and soft.

Aman secretly glanced at the person in the ice coffin, and understood in his heart that this was the person Duan Chengcheng had always wanted to save. What a beautiful person, she admired in her heart, although it was far inferior to that person, but it could be seen from the smile before he died, he must have been a gentle and kind person in his life.

Duan Qingcheng turned to look at Aman and threatened, "Let me remind you again, if you can't let him wake up unharmed, I will kill you."

"My lord, can you not always scare Oman like this? made people dare not start~~" She stared at Duan Chengcheng resentfully, making people feel that she was enduring a great grievance.

Duan Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, "Then you don't dare?" ”

"If you don't dare, you must dare, otherwise the owner of the village will kill others, how sad they will have to be at that time~~~" She pursed her lips aggrievedly, frowned a pair of willow eyebrows, and got out of a posture that I saw pity.

"Don't mess around with me, I'm not a man......" Duan Chengcheng tightened his brows, and handed her a small brocade box: "Since you are so sure, then do it."

"Okay, then I won't mess with you yet." Aman's eyes were full of charm, he reached out and took the brocade box, opened it and took the relics, and then looked at Duan Chengcheng, "Lord Zhuang, how about you open the coffin first?" ”

Duan Chengcheng looked at her and didn't speak, but she had no confidence in her heart, because this Dharma Cave was different from other places, this place was a place for monks to practice spiritually, and the entire space was covered by natural spars, and the true qi had been condensed here for many years. If the lid of the coffin is opened, the aura that has been gathered for a long time will be dissipated in an instant, which is undoubtedly fatal to Wu Huan's body.

Seeing that she had not moved for a long time, Aman guessed her worries, and she sighed lightly: "Lord Zhuang doesn't have to worry, Aman will seal the aura, and he will not hurt this son."

"That's the best." Duan Qingcheng snorted coldly, and at the same time no longer hesitated, in order to save Wuhuan, she had waited too long, and now that she had the opportunity, how could she let it go?

With one palm gathering true qi, he pushed open the incomparably heavy coffin lid with his own strength, and the blue-blue shimmer was like a thin veil, curling and wanting to spread outward.

Seeing this, Aman only waved his sleeves, and in an instant, a ray of red light fell, blocking the blue light back into the coffin. She spread out her palms, and the relics slowly rose above the ice coffin, and the warm light flickered, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

"Your Excellency, can you avoid it?" Aman suddenly turned to her and asked.

"Why do you want me to avoid it?" She was puzzled.

Aman restrained his smile and said, "According to the rules, Penglai Secret Technique is not allowed to be snooped on by any outsiders, otherwise the disciple who casts the spell should be punished as a traitor, and Aman doesn't want to die too ugly in the future......"

Duan Chengcheng's eyes showed caution, "How do I know if what you said is true or false?" ”

Aman chuckled, "Whether you believe it or not, in short, I will give you back an intact person, otherwise, I would rather not save him." ”

Duan Chengcheng's heart was messy for a while, this woman actually talked to her about the conditions, and threatened her with help or not? What kind of tricks do you want to play?

"Okay, I'll go, but you'd better remember what you say." In the end, she chose to obey Oman's words, as long as she could live without joy, nothing else mattered.

Aman bent down and saluted: "This is natural, the owner of the village only needs to wait for the return of the deceased, and leave the rest to Oman."

Duan Qingcheng waited outside the Dharma Cave with a heavy face, even though he was very uneasy in his heart, he still chose to believe in this woman. Perhaps, she was just gambling, betting that this mysterious woman could really bring Wu Huan here.

After Duan Chengcheng left, Aman also began to perform the secret technique she was about to save people, but the relic suspended in the sky above the ice coffin was withdrawn by her.

She looked at the person lying in the ice coffin with a little hesitation, and her lips opened lightly, "Childe, don't blame Aman for being ruthless, if you want to blame, you can only blame Duan Chengcheng, her obsession with you is too deep......"

She from? A vermilion brocade box is inlaid with a layer of fine seven-colored patterns on the periphery, accompanied by strange spells and curling red light, slowly rising up.

The vermilion brocade box was bathed in red light and gradually changed, only to disappear for a moment, the red light exploded, and a flower bathed in colorful light swayed in the air. This flower is seven flowers, seven leaves and seven colors, the heart of the flower is like the pupil, the roots of the flower are twisted like a small snake, the spirit is demonic, and the evil spirit is overflowing.

"Flower of Bliss, Eternal Bliss." The corners of her lips were slightly pulled, extremely charming, and the seven-colored flowers slowly shattered in the air, and finally converged into a wisp of colorful light, gradually integrating into the sleeping body......

In the cold coffin of 10,000 years, the person who had been sleeping for three years gradually opened his eyes.