"The younger generation has been taught, and they must learn like my sister and live up to the teachings." Song Huaiyan lowered his head deeply, and the hand holding the corner of Song Huaiyu's clothes trembled uncontrollably.

I don't know if it's because of fear or because of hatred.

Seeing that Abbot Minghui was gradually moving away, Song Huaijin also walked away, but as soon as he took two steps forward, he suddenly felt a strong wind sweeping in his ears, and a wooden stick suddenly flew out of the Golden Body Pavilion behind him and went straight to the back of Abbot Minghui's head.

Immediately afterward, the laughter of despair in the hall sounded eerily, like a hell Yama, smiling and waving to the outside of the hall.

Song Huaijin's eyes flickered, he stepped out in two steps, stood up, stretched out his hand to hold the wooden stick, and turned his skills, completely changing the way of the stick.

However, the next moment, before she could stabilize her body, a sharp arrow flew straight at her in front of her.

The sharp arrow shimmered in the sun, blocking her vision and striking her eyebrows.

Song Huaijin couldn't dodge, so she could only fall backwards with the trend, "tear and pull", rubbed her shoulders over her shoulders, and fell to the ground with her.

The sudden fall of the human body stirred up a cloud of dust around him, and bright red blood fell from his arm, intersecting with the porcelain-white stone ground, which was particularly dazzling and scarlet.

An arrow flying from nowhere is like a pebble, causing a huge splash on the surface of the lake, which has finally calmed down.

The officials who had just stabilized their emotions immediately shrunk into a ball after Abbot Minghui, trembling as they looked at the direction where the sharp arrows were fired.

"That's good, what's going on?"

"It's too dangerous here, who is so bold as to dare to assassinate in the Huguo Temple?!"

"Abbot, save us!"

Everyone told their fears word by word, and no one cared about Song Huaijin who was injured and fell to the ground.

Song Huaijin turned sideways, stretched out her right hand and pulled out the arrow that grazed her flesh and skin for three points.

A sharp pain struck, and her face turned pale, and she gasped several times, and bared her teeth.

In the Golden Body Pavilion, with a desperate smile, he knew that because of taking the antidote, his body was the first to regain his strength.

Carrying a stick, he approached step by step, each step carrying an endless chill that was devastating.

Song Huaijin is a slut, why don't you use poison? Why didn't you kill the other seventeen people?

He betrayed Abbot Minghui, where will he still have a foothold in the future?

Song Huaijin, you ruined me, I killed you, it's fair!

"Beware, witch!"

In the Golden Body Pavilion, I don't know who roared hard, Song Huaijin's body was shocked, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the stick that was knocking down on her Tianling Gai.

Ignoring the pain, she rolled directly to the side with her injured hand, and with a "snap", the sound of the stick hitting the ground exploded in her ears very clearly.

Song Huaijin's brain hurt from the voice, and before she could stand up, a fierce stick fell again.

Abbot Minghui turned around and wanted to help Song Huaijin, but he was surrounded by a group of officials and dependents, and he couldn't see the situation behind him clearly no matter what.

Song Huaiyan, who was hiding at the end of the crowd, looked at the scenes behind him proudly, and only felt very happy.

In this way, as long as the abbot Minghui is stopped, Song Huaijin will be dead.

Brush!

The sharp arrow broke through the air again from the direction just now, and flew in the direction of Song Huaijin again through the squeaky crowd.

I don't know if it's against her, or if it's the one with the stick.

Song Huaijin clasped the rough white stone ground tightly with one hand, staring intently at the direction where the sharp arrow was flying...

Now is the time!

Song Huaijin slapped the ground hard, and a carp stood up and kicked directly on the key point he knew.

"Ahh

Knowing that he couldn't control his scream, his whole body shook, and his feet leaned forward uncontrollably, and the next moment his chest became a live target for the sharp arrow.

The sharp arrow pierced through the chest and pierced the heart that was regularly stirred.

Knowing eyes were stunned, blood from the collapse of internal organs gushed out of his throat, and the corners of Cong's mouth slowly slid down, and then, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and fell to the ground crackling.

Immediately afterwards, with a "plop", the body of the knowing fell to the ground suddenly, and the round eyes that stared at him didn't seem to understand why he was the one who died.

Seeing a bald head with a hideous expression fall in front of him, Song Huaiyan trembled, took two steps back, and finally fell to the ground.

If Song Huaijin hadn't kicked him over just now, the arrow would have shot him, and the steaming corpse that fell to the ground now would also be himself.

Who shot this arrow, and who wanted to kill her?!

"Eh, I'm sorry, the arrow missed, I want to hit a mad dog, I disturb you."

A clear and relaxed voice sounded from not far away, and everyone looked sideways and saw Song Huaiyu holding a bow and arrow, walking leisurely towards this side.

The moment he saw Song Huaiyu, Song Huaiyan's spirit was tense to the extreme, and he felt that his heart had stopped.

Song Huaiyu wanted to kill her...

How could it be Song Huaiyu?

He now controls the entire palace, he wants to kill himself, does he still have his life?

"Abbot, I'm sorry." Song Huaiyu saluted Abbot Minghui, crossed the crowd and mentioned that it was not the place where he died, and walked to Song Huaijin's side worriedly:

"Sister, are you alright? Why did you save Abbot Minghui? He has martial arts of his own! Scared the hell out of me. ”

Song Huaiyu held Song Huaijin's arm tightly, and the tears in her eyes gradually condensed, and it was difficult to hide her sadness and worry.

The officials and relatives were dumbfounded, why is Imperial Doctor Zhou here?

Why is Imperial Doctor Zhou, who has always been cold, so affectionate and righteous to Song Huaijin?

However, no one dared to ask such a question, but after the recent events, the officials and their relatives knew in their hearts that -

Song Huaijin is definitely something they can't provoke.

Song Huaijin was uncomfortable by Song Huaiyu's strange "sister and brother love" scene, and pushed him and said:

"It's okay, why are you shooting arrows at Huguo Temple?"

"I have always studied Buddhism, and I have been friends with Abbot Minghui, and he asked me to take Huguo Temple as my home."

Song Huaiyu tried hard to hold away his tears, and turned his eyes and coldly glanced at Song Huaiyan, who had become a dead corpse, and his face was like ashes:

"I'm going to kill a mad dog that's bad for you in my own home, right?"

Song Huaiyan's whole body trembled again, and he couldn't wait to dig a tunnel and slip away from Song Huaiyu.

"Sister, you're injured, I'll take you to bandage, I'm sorry, I always let you hurt for me."

Song Huaiyu looked at Song Huaijin's bloodied arm, and his eyes were intertwined with mixed emotions of excitement and pain.

Song Huaijin couldn't see through what he was thinking, after all, what was going on in the mind of a person like Song Huaiyu was definitely not something that a normal person could see.

Last time, I forgot to ask him about Zhao Yiheng's news, and now this opportunity is just right.

She walked and followed Song Huaiyu to a meditation room not far away.

Song Huaiyu carefully wiped the blood on her arm for her, and at the same time bandaged her carefully:

"Sister, do you remember the first time I was injured, and you bandaged me like this?"

"You didn't kill me with an arrow, and you started to help me reminisce for the rest of the year?" Song Huaijin couldn't help but sarcastically say a word, which provoked Song Huaiyu's hand to smack slightly.

"What did my sister say? I want to kill the stick monk who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, you have to pick up the stick against Abbot Minghui, you can't be so careless in the future. ”

"Forget it, I don't want to reminisce with you about the rest of my life, where is Zhao Yiheng, you promised to tell me last time."

Song Huaijin quietly watched him bandage, without a trace of emotional ups and downs.

"In Yangzhou City, the northernmost border of Linyuan." Song Huaiyu also replied calmly, gently and meticulously knotted the gauze on Song Huaijin's arm.

"Don't lie to me?"

"How come, what I told you is true." Song Huaiyu put her hands on Song Huaijin's legs, and stared at her with big crystal eyes without blinking:

"Sister, you're so beautiful, if only I belonged alone."

Song Huaijin gave him a goosebump with a thirsty gaze, and seeing that his mood was quite stable today, he simply got up and said:

"Since it's okay, then I'll go, thank you for today."

"Goodbye."

Song Huaiyu got up and reluctantly sent Song Huaijin away, and reluctantly withdrew his gaze until he could no longer see her back.

Closing the door, looking at the towel stained with Song Huaijin's blood, the corners of his mouth gradually raised a satisfied arc.

Great, I got Song Huaijin's blood, will I be far from making the medicine that controls her?