There is a large boundless forest between the border between Western Xinjiang and Nanfu, called Senluo Jungle, if it is not for the people of Xijiang to personally lead the way, few people can pass through unscathed, but the species of Senluo Jungle are rich, among which there are rare rare and exotic beasts, so there are post stations built by Xijiang people outside the Sen Luo Jungle, and each post station will have a disciple of Xijiang who is responsible for leading the way, but the cost of leading the road is really expensive, so that many people have to dig out their families. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Of course, Bai Shisu is an atypical local tyrant, and as soon as she made a move, she made up enough to make the head of the post station look sideways, and at the same time, it also attracted the attention of other monks, especially Bai Shisu and Gui Shiyan's appearance and figure are superb, which suddenly made many people have a lot of ideas in their hearts.

"You have enough money, but according to the rules, you should take at least twenty people ......at a time," the head of the inn, the knife handle, took a puff of cigarette sticks and swallowed a room of smoke, "so you still have to keep up with the team this time, and only charge your usual fees." ”

Bai Zisu and Gui Shiyan glanced at each other, feeling that this old man was very good, saying that it was a rule, but in fact, he was just afraid that the two of them would not come from a clean way, so they had to be together with more than a dozen other monks, even if it was black and black, it was their own business, and it would not damage the reputation of the post station.

"Yes, but I need you to lead the team yourself." White Shiso put forward its own conditions.

The old man with the knife handle took another puff of dry smoke, he looked like an old man in his fifties who had experienced vicissitudes, there was a deep scar on the right side of his face, he was exhausted, he thought for a while, and finally nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Bai Shisu patiently waited for the knife handle father to finish counting the number of people, and instructed the post station to take over the matter, and then took them into the forest of Senluo.

Although the forest seems to be rich in species, it will feel very monotonous when you really feel in it, surrounded by lush trees that cannot be distinguished, and some birds, beasts, insects and snakes appear from time to time, and there is no danger.

After shuttling like this for a full fifteen days, Bai Shisu faintly saw a lake, there were some demon beasts drinking water by the lake, and when he noticed someone coming, he quickly scattered and fled, and the wind blew, and the lake was sparkling, but it also looked chic.

The old man stopped by the lake, looked at the monks behind him, and didn't know what to think, and asked them to repair for a day and start again.

Just when everyone else was moving away from each other, Bai Shisu instead approached the indifferent Knife Handle Daddy, and unexpectedly received a diswelcome from the Knife Handle Daddy: "What are you doing here?" I've been pure for years, and I'm not good for you. ”

"Huh." Someone heard the taunt of the knife handle daddy, and also laughed contemptuously.

Bai Shisu didn't care about the man's ridicule, but just looked at the knife handle father: "I have a friend from the Western Frontier." ”

"Oh, so what?" The old man took out his cigarette stick, took a sharp breath, and spit the smoke on Bai Shisu's face, looking at her blank expression, and smiled contemptuously.

"Do you know this?" Bai Shiso took out a bottle of antidote that Asari gave her, saying that it had the effect of anti-poisoning, but Bai Shiso never had a chance to use it.

The old man with the knife knob narrowed his eyes, saw the medicine bottle dangling in Bai Shisu's hand, and stretched out his hand towards her: "You throw it over and show me." ”

Without saying a word, Bai Zisu threw it to the knife handle father, letting him look at it carefully, while she shifted her gaze to the monk who was watching the show on the side, and the breath that belonged to the Yuan Infant Monk came, which made many people shy away, only the monk who was born and laughed at her just now confronted her.

When Bai Zisu returned, Yan made a look, the other party understood, and then she turned her gaze back to the knife handle father again, but saw the other party staring at her cautiously and suspiciously: "This is the antidote that only temples have, how did you get it?" ”

"My friend's name is Asari, and she is said to be your next saint." Bai Shisu said lightly, but it was not surprising to see that the expression of the knife handle father changed and changed.

"What are you looking for a saint?" Daddy Knife Handle still asked uneasily.

"You just need to bring me to the temple, and you don't have to worry about anything else." Bai Zisu saw that the knife handle father wanted to open his mouth to refuse, she said directly, "The Western Xinjiang Temple has been inherited for 10,000 years, it is heavily guarded, and the high priest is one of the few strong people in the world, don't you still believe in your temple?" ”

The knife handle took a few puffs of dry cigarettes, and said cautiously: "Forgive me for not daring to mess around in the temple, I'll take you there, it's just life and death, don't blame me for not saving me when I see death." ”

Bai Shisu readily agreed, and then asked about another thing: "Is she already a saint?" Thinking of what Daddy Knife Handle called Asari, Bai Shisu still asked uncertainly.

The old man with the knife handle glanced at Bai Shisu strangely, and said: "The thousand-year-old ancestral sacrifice in ten years is the succession ceremony of the saint, and from then on, the saint must be enshrined in the temple and protect my Xijiang people." ”

Bai Shisu frowned, remembering that in the original book, Asari was a saint of the Western Frontier, but she married the prince of the Northern Desert, which was a bit too much, she asked softly: "Then is there a situation that will make the saint marry other people?" ”

"Nonsense, this is an insult to the Holy Maiden, a blasphemy against the witch god!" Before Bai Shisu could finish asking, the knife handle father suddenly became excited.

Bai Shisu retreated, but became more and more puzzled, since the people of the Western Xinjiang were so resistant to the marriage of the holy daughter, and even blasphemed the witch god in their hearts, why was there a plot of Asari's marriage in the original book?

It seems that there must be something strange about this.

Perhaps they were afraid of the strength of Bai Shisu and Gui Shiyan, and they were afraid that Bai Shisu would really be friendly with the Holy Maiden of Western Xinjiang, so the group was a lot more respectful to Bai Shisu, but the monk who had sneered at Bai Shisu before was more and more unconvinced.

Because he was also a cultivator in the Yuan infant stage, but he laughed a little more, and was secretly poisoned by Shi Yan in the water, if he hadn't had the antidote that he had treasured for many years, he would really have to enter the netherworld, but this feud was settled.

Sensing the man's hateful gaze towards him, Bai Shisu said to Gui Shiyan, "What did you do to him?" ”

"Don't you want him to shut up, I'll poison him a little, but the heat is a little worse, I'll just keep up the good next time." When she returned, Yan said lightly.

"I'm telling him to shut up, not for him to shut up forever." Bai Shisu said helplessly.

Gui Shiyan pouted: "Isn't it all the same meaning?" Dead people are best shut up. ”

Bai Shisu sighed in his heart, talking about the helplessness of meeting a pig teammate.