"I don't drink it, I drink so many medicines, what is the use?" The little monk roared wildly, slamming his fist at his numb body. The woman in green grabbed his wrist and cried and persuaded, "Don't despair, I will definitely cure you." The monk shook his head with a wry smile and said, "There is no way, I was hit by the demon god after urging the Golden Buddha Seal, it was a super spirit body, after being injured, it cannot be repaired, and I will never be able to stand up." The little monk's extremely lost gaze looked at the eyes of the woman in green, which suddenly made her feel even more heartbroken. She couldn't help but endure it, and continued to comfort the little monk and said: "I know a place where there is a very powerful superspiritual aura, and I can restore you wherever you go."

"What you said is true?" The little monk seemed to grasp a life-saving straw and desperately held the wrist of the woman in green. This was the first time that the little monk held his wrist, and the green-clothed woman's cheeks were slightly red, but she did not throb as she imagined, but there was a trace of sourness in her heart. She nodded vigorously, "I won't lie to you, as long as you recover from your internal injuries, we will continue on our way."

When the little monk heard this, his eyes, which had been lost in his mind, finally regained their brilliance, and he took the initiative to reach out and take the medicine bowl from the woman in green's hand and pour it into his mouth vigorously. Then he gasped, this medicine was very strong, with his current almost mortal physique, it was difficult to withstand such a powerful medicine.

The woman in green also knew this, but she couldn't solve it, so she could only try her best to help him cross the qi and alleviate the impact of the medicine. The jade hand of the woman in green brushed over his body, touching almost every bit of skin on his body, but in her heart, there was no trace of male and female affection. For some reason, her former spring dreams seemed to have disappeared with the little monk's injury.

With a bowl of medicine, the little monk had to breathe for several hours to dissolve the medicinal properties, and it was not until he was exhausted from tossing him that he fell asleep. Looking at the little monk's pale cheeks, the corners of the green-clothed woman's mouth twitched, and drops of crystal tears slid down her cheeks. She had fantasized about many romantic environments with the little monk, but none of them were like this. She felt a little aggrieved in her heart, but she didn't regret it. She was willing to give everything for the little monk, just as he used his body to cover himself that day. The woman in green is naturally Cui'er who left in anger, and the little monk is a disciple of Brahma Zen Master.

Although the little monk in front of her was different from the little Zen master in her memory, who sincerely recited Buddha and spoke mysteries, Cui'er felt that he was more real now.

She knew that the little monk was still vulgar, and although she didn't know why he was still vulgar, Cui'er was still glad that he could do this. After all, in his heart, the Dharma is the first place, and if he doesn't return to the world, then there will never be a future between them. Cui'er stared at the little monk lying on the bed, and her mind was turning. Until she was sure of something in her heart, her eyes became extremely resolute.

On the second day, they left Xianshan, and Cui'er found a back and put the little monk on it, while she carried the back and walked all the way to the outside of the plane.

At this time, the Xuanxuan Realm was already in dilapidation, and there were all kinds of suspended broken stones everywhere. Therefore, Cui'er wants to get out of the Xuanxuan Realm, which also adds a lot of difficulty. Especially when they encounter those ghosts, it is even more dangerous. Cui'er naturally wouldn't let the little monk get hurt again, so she could only avoid them before continuing to hurry. In this way, it was tightly a Xuanxuan Realm, and they walked for more than ten days before finally walking out of the realm gate.

Standing outside the super plane, Cui'er seemed to have regained her self-confidence, and took a new step towards the Kite Palace in her memory. Since she and Mu Yixue parted ways, she didn't want to step into the Kite Palace again, but now in order to save people, she really had no other way but to beg Mu Yixue to let them enter the territory of the Jade Bi Immortal, so that it was possible to heal the little monk with the help of his super-spiritual aura. Cui'er wiped the sweat from her forehead hard, and with one step into the air, she slid down towards the plane where the Kite Palace was located.

"What person, stop" Before Cui'er could step to the plane where the Kite Palace was located, her figure was stopped by a group of women in colorful clothes.

"Are you a disciple of the Kite Palace?" Seeing those women in colorful clothes, Cui'er's eyes lit up inexplicably, and she immediately stepped forward to say hello.

"What Kite Palace? We are the people of the Iris Holy Sect, and this is already where the Iris Holy Sect altar is located, and no one is allowed to enter without the Iris Order" The women in colorful clothes didn't give Cui'er face at all, and still said with a slightly cold face.

"The Iris Holy Sect?" Cui'er glanced at the women in colorful clothes in front of her suspiciously, and suddenly took out a iris order from her arms, "This is the iris order, you can see it."

Several women in colorful clothes stared at the iris order in Cui'er's hand, and after being slightly stunned, they pointed at Cui'er angrily and scolded: "You dare to forge the iris order, come and take it for me."

As she spoke, more than a dozen women in colorful clothes surrounded Cui'er. Looking at these disciples of the Kite Flower Palace, who had long been unrecognizable, Cui'er shook her head helplessly and said, "Okay, if you want to fight, then you will fight." For her, these low-level iris disciples were not her opponents at all.

With a wave of the long swords of more than a dozen women in colorful clothes, they immediately turned into countless sword lights and shrouded Cui'er's body. Cui'er completely ignored this, stepped into the battle circle, and suddenly rushed to several women in colorful clothes, knocking them out with swords. Seeing this scene, the other colorful women showed a look of horror on their faces, and they now knew that the other party was a strong man who was higher than them by many realms.

Cui'er didn't want to entangle with them, so she broke through the blockade and continued to run forward, just as her body had just entered the Iris Holy Sect, more than a dozen women behind her also shot signals towards the sky. Soon, more Iris disciples responded. Cui'er didn't care about this at all, now she just wanted to rush to the Kite Palace as soon as possible, otherwise the little monk might not be able to hold on for too long. She had already sensed the messy breath in his body from the little monk's breath.

Cui'er carried a person on her back but the speed was still amazing, her steps were empty, her body rotated, a few ups and downs broke through one interface, and stepped on another interface, until she was getting closer and closer to the Iris Palace, suddenly a neon sword shadow surrounded her, and the speed was not slower than her at all. It can be seen from this that the person who comes is at least a spiritual cultivator. After all, Cui'er was carrying a person, and her body was limited, and a few ups and downs were blocked by those neons.

One of them stepped out of the colored light, glanced at Cui'er with a pair of apricot eyes, and said coldly, "Who are you?" Why trespass on the Iris Altar? ”。

Hearing this, Cui'er had to stop and glanced at the person opposite, feeling that he was very strange. A strong person like this should not be a nobody in the Kite Palace, but why is she so strange at this time. Cui'er pondered for a long time before she said, "Tell you Mu Yixue to come out to see me."

"Bold, you dare to call our Holy Sect King by his name, damn it" The sword-wielding woman on the other side was actually enraged by these words, and stabbed Cui'er in the throat with a sword.

"What Holy Sect King? I..."Cui'er was about to argue, but she was forced by the sword qi and had to backhand. A Tai Chi Qi immediately dissolved the opponent's sword intent, shook his backhand, and actually intercepted his sword with his strength. Seeing that the main thing had lost his weapon under Cui'er's move, the other women in colorful clothes were also shocked.

"Why are you still stunned, catch her" Maybe the master was a little annoyed, and immediately summoned the others to point at Cui'er and commanded.

Cui'er didn't want to entangle with them, after all, she was also a disciple of the Kite Palace. However, these people completely wanted to kill their own fighting style, forcing Cui'er to use ruthless hands, so that injuries on both sides would be inevitable. Soon, several women in colorful clothes fell to the ground injured.

Cui'er was also scratched with a sword, and seeing these entangled women in colorful clothes, Cui'er's apricot eyes widened, and she shouted angrily: "If you don't get out of the way, I will be a killer." Cui'er has always been merciful, otherwise the fallen women would not have been just injured.

Who knew that the heroine in the colorful clothes mistakenly thought that she was showing weakness, and she became even more violent. Cui'er was forced to be really helpless, so she could only unfold the fairy and demon swordsmanship, two vortices, one black and one white, entangled those women, and with a wave of Cui'er's hand, a bloody light suddenly spurted down. One of the women in colorful clothes had a broken jade arm, followed by a piece of blood, and the other woman held her lower abdomen and retreated. In the blink of an eye, five or six women in colorful clothes were completely seriously injured and fell to the ground, and at this time they realized that the strength of the other party was so high that they could not stop it.

At this point, they didn't want to give up, so the principal shot the signal again. Cui'er didn't want to pay attention to them at all, and after the defensive formation was broken, she continued to rush towards the Kite Flower Palace.

Shimizu Palace.

A graceful figure, standing alone on the north peak, in this perennial ice-covered world, her white clothes are even more inconspicuous, as if the whole person has long melted in the ice and snow... A tear hung from the corner of her eye, running down her white cheek. She slowly stretched out her palm, and a spirit rune appeared in the palm of her hand. Looking at the little sigil, her mind seemed to return to nothingness, as if back to the first time she met him.

She once thought that she would never like anyone in her life, because she didn't want to live a sad life like her master. But after facing that man, one of her hearts couldn't help herself. As early as after she was ready to refuse the marriage of the Nine Shadows Prince, she swore in front of the Holy Water Lady that she was ready to be a clear and jade Saint Daughter of the Clear Water. But when it came to the end, she regretted it again. How she longed now that the man could suddenly appear in the Holy Water Palace and take her away. When the time comes, she will abandon everything and go with him, so she will not regret it even if she is old. However, she knew that all this was impossible, because they had not yet reached that kind of affection, let alone ask him to rush into the Holy Water Palace to save herself.

Thinking of this, the woman's face smiled bitterly, she was mocking some wishful thinking.... The high-pitched bells of the Holy Water Palace, melodious but full of urging, made the woman have to face her fate. She turned her head slightly, "It's time," and her sad eyes glanced at the ice sculptor behind her one last time, and she climbed up a winding ladder to the sky.

Under that slender ladder, countless pairs of envious eyes were watching her, and those senior brothers of the same age as her were envious of her luck. You must know that from thousands of three generations of disciples, the probability of being selected by the Qingshui Holy Maiden is one in a thousand. They were undoubtedly jealous of the woman in white for such an opportunity.

The woman in white stepped into the air, bowed her head slightly, and glanced at the worldly eyes below her, she really didn't want this Qingshui Holy Maiden identity, if she could, she would rather let them do it. But all of this was actually secretly planned by the master, and the reason why they were allowed to draw lots was just a formality, and she had already been determined by the master to become the Holy Maiden of Qingshui. As for the reason, it may be because of the pressure of the Nine Shadows Sect. Only with the excuse of becoming the Holy Maiden of Qingshui can the anger of the Nine Shadows Sect be extinguished.

This is the helplessness of the disciples of the great clan, some things they can't control, just like the love between the master and the scholar back then, and in the end, it was also annihilated in the entanglement of various forces. In Qingshui Palace, the emotions of the master back then have always been a symbol of longing and fear in the hearts of many young disciples. Many disciples are eager to get such an unforgettable emotion, but they are afraid of ending up as miserable as them. They all knew very well from a very young age that once they became disciples of Qingshui Palace, their fate would not be decided by themselves. Based on previous cases, most of the Qingshui Palace disciples were married to clan marriages, and some even made transactions.

This kind of thing made many young Qingshui Palace disciples, at a very young age, already have a fear of the master and the future in their hearts. Until that fear becomes real, it either resigns itself to it or burns it in the fire. Obviously, most of them chose to compromise.

The woman in white caressed her footsteps, her eyes were full of confusion, and it seemed that every step under her feet contained endless thoughts. She raised her head and saw the holy palace at the top of the ice, and she knew that it would be her eternal home. But is she really ready? She was asking her heart over and over again. But the answer is vague.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to the Holy Snow Peak, and the trace of thought in the white-clothed woman's heart gradually dissipated, she knew very well that no one would come back to save her, let alone that person. She had no choice but to accept her fate, and her phoenix eyes gradually became godless, as if all emotions were evacuated at this moment, and the whole person turned into a walking corpse.

Just when the woman in white mistakenly thought that everything was already doomed, suddenly the sky showed a spiral of seven stars, which were intertwined with each other to form a channel formation, and as the passage opened, two thin figures actually jumped out of it. Then they looked around, not as if they didn't know where they were.

It seemed that he was stunned by the abrupt scenery, and the thousands of Qingshui Palace disciples below didn't have time to make any reaction. This made the atmosphere suddenly very quiet, and it was almost audible that a pin dropped. Among the people who came, a young man with a tattoo with a scar glanced at his feet suspiciously, and was immediately shocked by this pair of phoenix eyes. Have we entered the country of women? He shook his head vigorously, and his companion next to him also turned around, staring at the eyes at his feet.

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