Bearing the reputation of a traitor in Shaolin Temple, Cihang naturally could not continue to be a monk.

But he was unwilling to let him marry him and go to Miaojiang with him, and she was not happy to let Jiujiu give up the fragments of Cihang's body because of this, and the two fell into a strange entanglement.

Cihang lowered his eyes: "The sky and the earth are big, and there is always a place for the little monk." ”

Jiu Jiu hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed: "Yes, even if you can't continue to be a monk, you can still marry me." ”

Cihang pursed his lips, looking at Jiujiu's eyes gentle and gentle, with a trace of imperceptible emotion, but more of the compassion of the world: "Little donor, the little monk is a monk." ”

Hearing Cihang once again emphasize that he was a monk, Jiu Jiu rolled his eyes angrily: "A traitor monk who stayed with me, a demon girl, for more than ten days? Cihang, are you really stupid or fake stupid, even if you want to be a monk again, you can't be a monk in your life. ”

"The little monk's original intention has not changed." As long as he has a pious heart, whether he is in Shaolin Temple or not, he will always be a monk.

Looking at Cihang, Jiu Jiu sighed rather frustratedly.

This great monk was read by those Buddhist scriptures and had her head broken, no matter what she said, she wanted to be a monk, and she was not willing to marry her even if she lost the bet, is it really that important to be a monk?

can't eat meat, can't marry a wife, and can't even hug the girl he likes, Jiujiu doesn't understand, it's so hard to be a monk, why does Cihang still want to be a monk?

"If you don't want to, forget it." Jiu Jiu glanced at Cihang, although she liked the fragments on Cihang's body, and hoped that he could be with her, so that the fragments would be returned to him in the end, but it was indeed not a gentleman's so-called that it was difficult for a strong man, since Cihang was unwilling, then she would not force it.

Although it was a pity, it was inevitable, but she didn't want to force Cihang.

Jiujiu's mood was inevitably a little low, looking at Cihang's eyes with some watery light, his eyes drooping, his shoulders were also weakly drooping, and there was no joy in his voice, and he said in despair: "Then I will return to Miaojiang after I kill Pudu." ”

After Jiu Jiu finished speaking, he walked ahead without waiting for Cihang.

But how lonely and lonely the back looked, even the cheerful bell of the past was a little muffled.

Cihang sighed and stepped to follow.

The martial arts conference was held to destroy the Demon Sect, and the initiator was Pudu.

It's also funny, although the Demon Sect is a Demon Sect, but in fact, it hasn't done many things that hurt the heavens and reason, but Pudu, a great monk who seems to be sanctimonious, has actually done countless things that hurt the heavens and reason, coveted women, and even killed people in the end.

Even his own children are not spared.

Tiger poison still doesn't eat children, but Pudu is not even as good as animals.

His heart and liver were filled with the stench of corrosion, and Pudu was more like a person in the Demon Cult than those people in the Demon Sect who killed people and set fires.

Or that he is not as good as those people in the Demon Sect, he is more like a hypocrite, a sanctimonious hypocrite.

Because of the martial arts conference, the guards of the Shaolin Temple were very relaxed, and after a while, Jiujiu slipped to the front of the game with Pudu.

At this time, it was Mo Yu who was fighting against people.

Mo Yu was dressed in a white robe and held a long sword, his appearance was handsome in the sun, his eyes were cold and cold, and his temperament was Lingran, so he was a good son.

Jiu Jiu took a step, took out the long sword from the arms of the people around him, turned over and jumped onto the competition platform, and said with a smile: "I'm coming!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Jiu Jiu stood opposite Mo Yu.

Dressed in a blue shirt, his hair is scattered in the wind, and in the sun, a young face is amazingly beautiful.

Mo Yu gasped and subconsciously called: "Jiu Jiu,"

Jiu Jiu hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyes rippled, he smiled bewitchingly, his eyes were even more seductive like hooks, and his voice was not immature, but as enchanting as a demon girl: "Long time no see, Mo Gongzi." ”

The moment he saw Jiu Jiu, Mo Yu subconsciously took a step ahead, but when he came back to his senses, he retreated and whispered, "Why are you here?" ”

"You can come, why can't I?" Jiu Jiu tilted his head to look at Mo Yu, with an innocent look on his face, and said with a coquettish smile: "I'm just like you, I'm here to be the leader of the martial arts alliance." ”

"Jiujiu, don't mess around." Mo Yu said in a low voice: "The sword is silent, Jiujiu, you go down quickly, I will go to you after the competition." ”

Jiu Jiu rolled up a strand of hair and wrapped it around his fingers casually, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were slightly curved: "Do you think I'm here to play?" ”

Mo Yu pursed his lips, there were no words, but the implication was self-evident, he just felt that Jiu Jiu was here to play.

Jiu Jiu smiled lightly, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and pointed at Mo Yu: "Mo Yu, I'm not here to play, I'm here to kill." ”

Mo Yu's face changed slightly, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened.

Jiu Jiu sneered, look, when he heard that he was here to kill, Mo Yu, who was still gentle and concerned about himself just now, was now indifferent, and it was clear that he would draw his sword if he didn't agree with him.

Therefore, there are no eternal friends in the world, only eternal enemies.

"Are you going to stop me?" Jiu Jiu looked at Mo Yu and asked.

Mo Yu held the sword in his hand and looked at Jiu Jiu's eyes with unbearability: "Don't make trouble, Jiu Jiu." ”

"Why don't you believe me when I speak?" Jiu Jiu chuckled, his fingers swept across the void and turned into ice, attacking Mo Yu.

Mo Yu raised his sword to meet the enemy.

The two quickly became entangled, although Jiu Jiu was holding a long sword, but it was indeed a cold palm, and the ability to condense water into ice with one hand successfully made everyone dumbfounded.

The cold ice palm is a lost mastery, I didn't expect it to reappear in the hands of such a little girl, and greed instantly appeared in the eyes of people with improper hearts.

Among them, Pudu is especially serious, his eyes are hot and greedy, and his appearance, where is there still half a point to get the appearance of a Dao master, he is more like a bandit than a bandit.

Jiu Jiu and Mo Yu fought for a while, and Mo Yu was knocked off the stage by Jiu Jiu with a palm, and there was even a palm print condensed with ice ballast on his chest.

Mo Hang helped Mo Yu up with a distressed face, glared at Jiu Jiu and scolded: "Demon girl." ”

Jiu Jiu smiled lightly: "I was born in Southern Xinjiang, my mother is a saint of Southern Xinjiang, and my father is a high-ranking monk, isn't it a demon girl?" ”

When Jiu Jiu said the first half of the sentence, everyone was calm, could it be a demon girl from southern Xinjiang? But when she heard the second half of the sentence, it was not a taste for a moment, what did she say?

Her father is a high-ranking monk, how can a high-ranking monk marry a wife and have children?

What's more, you want to be with the Miaojiang demon girl?

There was a whisper below, and Pudu, who was still greedy just now, had a somewhat ugly face, and some couldn't sit still, looking at Jiujiu's eyes were cold and stern, and said in a threatening tone: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

"Nonsense?" Jiu Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Then Master Pudu and I will know if I am talking nonsense." ”

Pudu scolded sharply: "Nonsense. ”