Looking at Jiujiu's smile like the sun, Cihang almost subconsciously wanted to agree, but he shook his head without hesitation when he thought of his master's earnest teachings: "The little donor said that he was laughing." ”

"Jokes?" Jiu Jiu said in a mocking tone: "I never laugh, after all, I am the one who has killed people!" ”

Speaking of killing someone, Jiu Jiu made a gesture of drawing her sword, reminding Cihang that she had killed Mulberry Leaf.

Cihang's body stiffened and stood in place, looking at Jiujiu for a long time without moving.

Seeing Cihang's stupid appearance, Jiu Jiu burst out laughing, pinched a strand of his hair, and casually wrapped it around his fingertips.

The black pressed hair was like love silk tossing and turning around the fingertips, the fingers were white and delicate, and the fingertips were immature pink, like a cinnabar mole reflected in Cihang's heart.

Cihang lowered his eyes to cover the surging affection in his eyes, and folded his hands and silently recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." ”

"If the chanting of the Buddha is useful, the mulberry leaves will not die, fool monk." Jiujiu raised his foot and kicked Xiaobai's belly, looked at Cihang and asked, "Do you have a monk named Pudu in Shaolin Temple?" ”

Ghost Festival?

Isn't Purdue his own master?

Jiu Jiu ignored the entanglement on Cihang's face and continued to ask, "Great monk, if you don't know, I'll go ask someone else." ”

After speaking, no matter how Cihang reacted, Jiujiu patted Xiaobai's buttocks, and Xiaobai, who had the same heart as Jiujiu, raised his hooves and ran forward.

"What is the little benefactor looking for Master Pudu?" Cihang hurriedly ran light skills to keep up with Jiujiu.

Jiujiu drank Xiaobai, looked at Cihang curiously, and blinked: "Do you know Pudu?" ”

Cihang's face was still holy, his black eyes were as deep as the deep sea, and he said indifferently: "It is the master of the little monk, the little benefactor has not yet said, what are you looking for Master Pudu?" ”

"Your master!" Jiu Jiu sighed half surprised and half emotional: "I said that I came to kill people, what do you say I am looking for Pudu." ”

Hearing Jiu Jiu say that he wanted to kill Pudu, Cihang's eyelids shook, but his face was still calm, and he just persuaded: "Although the little donor's martial arts are high, he is slightly inferior to Master Pudu." ”

This is to remind Jiujiu that she can't beat Purdue.

Jiujiu thought that he would be angry when he said that he wanted to kill Pudu Cihang, but who knew that instead of being angry, this fool reminded himself that he couldn't beat Pudu, which was really intriguing.

Faced with Cihang's concern, Jiu Jiu just chuckled and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about this, just wait to help Pudu collect the corpse when the time comes." ”

This time, Xiaobai ran ahead again, Jiujiu didn't look back, and Cihang didn't catch up.

Night.

Jiujiu sat on the treetops on the mountainside, looking at the moonlight in the sky, feeling a little lonely and a little sad.

I don't know how long it will take for her to bring Ain back.

It's good that there are Xiaobai and buns, otherwise she would have gone crazy.

Jiu Jiu rubbed the little head of the bun, used the branches to spread a formation around, and then leaned on the treetops and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, when I opened my eyes and raised my hand, I found that I had a yellowish monk's robe on my shoulder, and I bowed my head.

Cihang sat on the ground in a single coat, aware that Jiu Jiu had woken up, Cihang looked up at Jiu Jiu, and the corners of his mouth were hooked to reveal a very faint smile: "Little donor, good morning." ”

"Yo, what a coincidence, great monk." Jiu Jiu fluttered down from the tree with a light movement, threw the monk's robe on Cihang casually, and looked condescendingly at Cihang who was still meticulous even if he was sitting on the ground, although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of ridicule: "I remember that I didn't invite you to come to me, and besides, you destroyed my formation?" ”

"Amitabha." Cihang looked at Jiu Jiu and said gently: "The sea of bitterness is boundless, listen to the advice of the poor monk, and the little donor will turn back to the shore." ”

Jiujiu blinked his big eyes, which were still a little misty, and looked at Cihang: "Even if he kills my mother and my master, I will let him go?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, little donor." Cihang Gujing Wubo's face was wavering, and his face denied: "My master is compassionate, how could he kill your mother and master, there must be a misunderstanding in this." ”

"Misunderstanding?" Jiujiu snorted coldly: "What is called a misunderstanding, I said that Pudu killing people is a misunderstanding, it is true that you have to let Pudu kill people in front of you." ”

Jiu Jiu chuckled: "Great monk, do you dare to make a bet with me?" If I win, you will follow me, if I lose, I will go back to Miaojiang, and I will not step into the Central Plains half a step, what do you think? ”

Cihang's lips trembled, and he didn't nod or shake his head.

Jiu Jiu chuckled lightly and whispered a few words into Cihang's ear.

Jiu Jiu raised his head after speaking, but was surprised to find that Cihang blushed.

Because the monk did not have hair to cover, Cihang's blush was particularly obvious, especially the two ears, which were almost dripping red in the sun.

Because from the time the two met to the present, Cihang has always had an unsmiling attitude towards her, Jiujiu thought that Cihang was not interesting to him, but now it seems that it is not.

Jiu Jiu pretended to be frivolous and blew in Cihang's ear, and said delicately: "Great monk, I see that you have a handsome face, if you still marry me, I will not kill Pudu, what do you think." ”

As if being hit by an electric current, Cihang retreated quickly, even his neck was red to the end, his eyes dodged and didn't look at Jiujiu, and he waved his hand again and again: "No, you can't." ”

"Why can't this, your master, Master Pudu, is not still eating meat and playing with women when he becomes a monk, why can't he come to you?"

Hearing Jiu Jiu say this, Cihang's originally red cheeks instantly turned cold, although his heartbeat was still fast, his emotions had calmed down, and he whispered silently: "Little donor, don't talk nonsense." ”

Jiujiu snorted coldly, shook his head and walked towards Xiaobai on the side: "Believe it or not, anyway, I want to kill Na Pudu, and I want you to take care of me." ”

Looking at Jiu Jiu's delicate appearance, Ci Hang sighed, although he is a monk and should all living beings are equal, but the spring breeze blows the spring water, and when he saw Jiu Jiu, his heart could no longer be equal as before.

Cihang walked to Jiujiu's side, took the reins, and said as he walked forward, "Little donor, why do you have to kill my master." ”

"Then why do you have to be a monk?"

Cihang lowered his eyes: "The little monk is an abandoned baby, and he was adopted by the master since he was a child. ”

"So you're going to be a monk?" Jiu Jiu smiled lightly: "Then I was adopted by my master since I was a child, and I didn't become a swordsman." ”

Thinking of Yun Ze, the kind old man who was considerate to his white shift but failed to die well, Jiu Jiu couldn't help sighing, raised his foot and kicked Xiao Bai's ass, and said in a light tone: "Great monk, why don't you want to believe me?" ”

"The little monk doesn't believe in you, the little donor, it's just that my master can't ...... him."