The sound of rubble rolling down the cliff was heard for a long time.

Zhu Luan stood by the side of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and waved lightly towards the suspension.

"Goodbye." She said with a smile.

The wind is silent.

Then she seemed to lose her strength, and fell back, Zhu Luan raised her head, looked at the sky dyed by the sunset, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, ready to fall the hard rock.

At this moment, a hand reached over and pressed against Zhu Luan's shoulder.

Zhu Luan looked back slightly in surprise.

Song Huaizhu didn't know when he had come behind her, he turned his head to the side, he didn't know where to look, but one hand was raised, supporting Zhu Luan's body that was about to fall.

With the other hand, he quickly pulled out the five golden needles from her back.

"Don't hesitate to puncture the golden needle acupoint to temporarily stimulate all the physical strength......" Song Huaizhu's face changed, staring at the golden needle between his fingers.

Golden acupuncture points can stimulate people's potential in a short time, but this requires clever techniques, and after a stick of incense, the person will lose strength all over his body, unable to move, and in severe cases, he will even run out of oil.

Song Huaizhu squinted his eyes and looked into the depths of the cliff, and the woman in white who had tasted undefeated against the mainland woman in his memory was gone.

He moved his gaze back to Zhu Luan, who was completely out of strength, crumbling like a kite with a broken string, but her eyes were clear and radiant, and she didn't look embarrassed.

This woman who is easily not angry, once she is angry, she loves and hates clearly, and she dies when she touches it. Even if there is a huge disparity in strength with the other party, he is still desperate, like the most dangerous gambler, he has exhausted all the mechanisms and has everything he has.

"You're a mess." After a long time, Song Huaizhu sighed softly, and faintly dispersed in the scorching mountain wind.

Zhu Luan glanced back at him, "Who do you think is the reason why I am so unlucky?" ”

Song Huaizhu was silent.

"What a woman who holds a grudge." For a long time, Song Huaizhu said.

"What a ruthless man." Zhu Luan said immediately.

Song Huaizhu was silent again.

"She is in the extreme realm, even if she falls from here, I am afraid she will not die." He said slowly.

"I know." Zhu Luan narrowed his eyes, "But I can't kill her now, and she didn't kill me, so it's enough to make her suffer a little if she can't die." ”

Zhu Luan shook his head, "The little girl now, she is so good at bullying people, she can't even carry her pounds if she doesn't clean up." ”

Song Huaizhu silently looked at the girl who was supported by himself and did not fall.

Saying that others are little girls, are you very big yourself?

But he has always been quick to do and reluctant to speak, and his voice can only become his voice forever.

"She is the daughter of the Sword Pavilion Master," Song Huaizhu said, he supported Zhu Luan with one hand and slowly lowered her to the ground, Zhu Luan lay flat on the somewhat cold rock, his eyes rolled slightly, staring at Song Huaizhu.

"Her Han name is Su Qing," Song Huaizhu explained, "She is the only daughter of the Sword Pavilion Master and Lady Mu, and if she hadn't died, you would have some trouble later." ”

After all, this woman and Su Qing didn't know each other, but this time they had a holiday, although Song Huaizhu didn't know why Su Qing suddenly attacked this woman, he also understood that he couldn't get rid of it.

"Mu Qinghe's daughter?" Zhu Luan seemed to be smiling, "No wonder, I hate it as much as her mother." ”

Mu Qinghe is the princess of Xiliang, she is arrogant and vicious, she had a holiday with the queen of heaven when she was young, and Zhu Luan hated her when she was a child.

Song Huaizhu hesitated, and then took down the long knife that Zhu Luansong held in his hand, "You...... This knife ......"

As if he wanted to say something, he didn't ask anything, staring at the snowy blade, his eyes gradually returning to coldness, and he withdrew the snowy knife from its scabbard.

With a cold snap, the man said lightly, "If she comes to make trouble again, I will help you once." ”

Zhu Luan responded perfunctorily and didn't take it to heart. After all, who knows when and where this woman met again, and who can guarantee that Song Huaizhu will be there?

The wound on his chest ached again, and Zhu Luan laboriously raised his hand and touched the wound on his chest.

"Fu Shenghua, are you alright?" Song Huaizhu's eyes showed a slight worry.

"It's okay, I'm immune to this thing." Zhu Luan smiled lightly.

I have been subjected to too many in my previous life, and even my blood is accustomed to this thing.

Song Huaizhu snorted, and an unknown emotion rose in his misty eyes.

The two were speechless for a while, lying down and standing, watching the sunset gradually sink into the mountains in the distance, and the sky gradually sank.

Although Zhu Luan's own physical strength was slowly recovering, she was absolutely unable to climb down this cliff along the chain before it was dark.

Song Huaizhu was obviously aware of this as well.

His indifferent eyes glanced at Zhu Luan who was lying on the ground, and then looked into the cave, "Xue ......" He just wanted to ask Xue Zhai to send her down, but suddenly realized that Monk Xue Zhai would stay in Lingyan Temple today.

He looked at the girl lying on the ground who could only move her eyes, and he only felt that it was troublesome.

Zhu Luan's eyes turned to him, and when he heard Song Huaizhu's unfinished words, he saw the man's somewhat disgusted eyes, and instantly gained insight into his thoughts.

This man......

Zhu Luan couldn't move all over his body and looked at him with disdain.

"This girl, men and women don't kiss." Song Huaizhu noticed her eyes and explained.

"Then I'll bother my son to take it in tonight." Zhu Luan replied expressionlessly.

Song Huaizhu was silent three times.

The scene was very awkward at one point.

As if weighing the pros and cons, Song Huaizhu's fingers moved slightly, and his voice was still indifferent, "This is not appropriate, I heard that you live in Princess Jinyang's meditation room?" I—I'll send you down. ”

Why did you stumble?!

Zhu Luan took a deep breath and nodded.

Song Huaizhu walked to Zhu Luan, who was lying on the ground, leaned over slightly, carefully analyzed Zhu Luan's body as if decomposing a corpse, and then carefully adjusted the angle to minimize the contact between the two, three fingers on her waist, two fingers grabbed Zhu Luan's clothes, jumped up like a big peng, held an iron chain in one hand, and went under the rock wall.

……

……

The sun had completely set, the sky was gradually graying, and the whole mountain forest was shrouded in night, and at this time, in the dim night, the light of two sets of torches pierced the darkness.

This is a two-by-one, exquisite, and low-key sliding rod, escorted by a guard holding a torch, climbed up Jiuhua Mountain, and stopped in front of the gate of Lingyan Temple.

"Big brother, we're here." Duan Lizheng walked down the slide pole and said to Duan Haochu, who was wearing an official uniform in the other slide rod.

"Hmm." Duan Haochu nodded, stepped down the pole, and squinted at the plaque of Lingyan Temple.

"It's been a long time since I've been here." He sighed.

"I didn't expect my mother to stay with my eldest brother for so long, and I couldn't come to see the princess until now, but fortunately, the visit was sent in the afternoon." Duan Lizheng frowned slightly.

"Since Princess Jinyang is here, it would be disrespectful to go to see her a day late." Duan Haochu was fully dressed, "Let's go in," he said to Duan Lizheng solemnly.

Duan Lizheng nodded, and the Duan brothers stepped into the Lingyan Temple together.