Ning Zhumang's mind is very exquisite.

Although Meng Liang said that he had picked up the kendo geniuses of the younger generation of Da Zhou, after all, every competition was to the point and did not hurt his life.

Reasonable for his visit, Linglong Pavilion should be treated politely, not to mention that he didn't know why he found such a big backer as Mo Chenzi, so he hurriedly invited everyone to return to the mountain gate to sit at that time.

All the disciples were dismissed, and the elders and deacons all gathered in the Jishi Mansion, first, to thank Mo Chenzi for his righteous action, and second, to ask Mo Chenzi what the little monk came from.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Mr. Hong on Dahuan Peak or Ding Jingcheng of the Sword Holding Hall were both sent out by Ning Zhumang on the grounds of appeasing his disciples. It was clear that the Master had already taken care to keep Long Congyun's opponents out of the center of power. Ding Jingcheng and the others naturally smelled this smell, but the dragon was no longer from the clouds, and the crowd of dragons had no leader, so they had to temporarily succumb to Ning Zhumang's oppression.

But perhaps because of Mo Chenzi, Ning Zhumang actually left Xu Han behind and asked him to participate in this meeting that was already considered a high-level of Linglong Pavilion as a guest secretary. Everyone secretly thought that Ning Zhumang wanted to cultivate Xu Han, but they didn't know that Ning Zhumang wanted to test Mo Chenzi's attitude towards Xu Han.

Xu Han probably guessed Ning Zhumang's intentions, this real person in charge of the sect is deeply hidden, and he can be in charge of Linglong Pavilion for so many years, he will definitely not be a simple-minded person.

However, at the mountain gate before, Mo Chenzi's gaze had fallen on him, with his earth immortal-level cultivation, how could he not see through his roots, so Xu Han had no scruples, so he simply listened to what they were going to say, after all, he was also very curious about the little monk who could touch the demonic power of his right arm.

When everyone sat down, Fang Ziyu, who was the second senior sister, came up with some disciples to serve tea to everyone present.

It's just that when she handed tea to that Meng Liang, she couldn't help but look up at the young man in front of her.

She thought that this guy was going to have a fight with the stupid guy surnamed Chen, and she had to take a good look at the reality of the other party.

But she ignored the lethality of her immature but extremely beautiful face to this disciple who had rarely seen a woman. Meng Liang was stunned at that time, looking at the girl in front of him intently, his Adam's apple squirmed, and he actually made a clear swallowing sound.

Fang Ziyu came back to her senses at this time, her face turned red, and she secretly scolded the disciple, but she didn't dare to look at Meng Liang again, turned around and hurriedly left.

At this time, Ning Zhumang had already begun to talk to Mo Chenzi.

This ink dust didn't look like a sleek person, but the purple-eyed girl beside her, who looked the size of Fang Ziyu, was very thoughtful, and Ning Zhumang's side knocks and side strikes were all perfunctory by the girl's extreme cunning.

Although Ning Zhumang was a little dissatisfied in his heart, this girl was Mo Chenzi's companion, and Mo Chenzi did not object to her interjection, and Ning Zhumang naturally didn't say anything. After half an hour, the two sides played Tai Chi, and there was almost no progress in the identity of the little monk. Ning Zhumang also saw clearly that Mo Chenzi didn't intend to say anything about it from the beginning, so he could only put away his thoughts.

Occasionally, he turned his words, looked at the girl, and asked, "I don't know if this is a descendant of the emperor of the Chu State in the previous dynasty?" ”

The royal family of the Great Chu Dynasty has a very obvious feature is that it has a pair of purple pupils, which are said to be demon pupils, and the unique exorcism technique of the royal family of the Chu Dynasty needs these pupils as a guide to perform. These eyes are really rare, and Ning Zhumang saw that the woman spoke well, so he asked this question.

But who knew that the girl turned her head dissatisfiedly when she heard this, and didn't pay attention to it. The entire Jishi Mansion suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was not embarrassing.

Ning Zhumang was also stunned, he didn't expect that his kind inquiry would lead to such an encounter. He couldn't help laughing dryly, changed the topic, and looked at Meng Liang on the side and asked, "Since Meng Shaoxia is here to challenge my disciples, my Linglong Pavilion naturally has to be entertained, but I see that Meng Shaoxia's body seems to be sick, and I don't know when I plan to fight my disciples?"

Meng Liang's original intention was to get as soon as possible, and at this moment he had completely recovered from his previous encounter, but his attention was not on Ning Zhumang's body at all, but kept looking out of the house, trying to find the figure of Fang Ziyu......

This high-ranking disciple secretly felt that he had never seen such a beautiful woman, and Fang Ziyu was much better than the old woman beside Mo Chenzi who seemed to be beautiful, but was actually a femme fatale. He only felt that the soul in his heart had been taken away by her, and his heart was itching to see him again.

Therefore, after stopping Ning Zhumang's inquiry, he turned his head to look at Ning Zhumang, but the look in his eyes was extremely puzzled, obviously he didn't hear the question of the sect master at all.

"Meng Shaoxia came from afar, and my Linglong Pavilion is not easy to take advantage of the danger of others, so I will set this battle in three days, these days Meng Shaoxia can have a good life and cultivation, and after I go down, I will let my disciples arrange a place for Shaoxia. ”

After Ning Zhumang finished speaking, he stood up.

Meng Liang, who came back to his senses, hurriedly said, "Can you let that senior sister give it to me..."

It's a pity that his words are normal, and Ning Zhumang turned around and left Jishi Mansion, not giving everyone any chance to react at all, ending this not pleasant conversation.

Only the disciple who was still away from the mountain stood in a daze, thinking that the shadow of Fang Cai was alone and sad...

......

The little monk ran a long way.

He didn't stop until he was exhausted.

He hid in a bamboo forest, and not far away there were bursts of smoke and the sound of children laughing.

There, it seems, there is a village.

The little monk's heart was a little calm, and he sat on the ground, his right arm drenched in blood. The flesh and blood were cut by Zhong Changhe's sword, and it seemed to be blessed with Zhong Changhe's sword intent, and the wound did not heal for a long time.

His face was a little pale from the loss of blood, and his heart was full of doubts.

He wondered why someone would stop him from subduing demons.

He wondered why there was boundless killing intent rising in his mind at that time.

He was still wondering, who was he? What about the old monk? Who was he? Why did he live with him in the ruined temple for so many years? He couldn't tell the truth about how many years, but he was sure that he had decided to do it for a long enough time, but why couldn't he remember the old monk's name anyway?

It was as if there were two souls arguing in his mind, one saying that all living beings are suffering, and if they don't slaughter all the evil seeds in the world, the world will live in purgatory forever. And the other said, everything can be measured, and the devil can also be Buddha.

Their quarrel gave the little monk a splitting headache.

He crouched down, his white clothes covered with dirt and blood, and the two were mixed together, looking so embarrassed.

"Ahh

He tried to break free from the feeling, but the thing didn't squeeze like a maggot on a tarsal bone.

"You... Are you hurt?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and the dispute in his mind seemed to have stopped at that time, and he raised his head to look at the owner of the voice.

It was a little girl about his size, with big eyes, a pink face, maybe she was of age, and two teeth in her mouth were missing, but it didn't look ugly, but it was extremely cute. At this moment, she was looking at the little monk a little timidly, but her eyes were full of concern.

The little monk was stunned.

The sunlight shone through the cracks in the trees, and the little girl with the light on her back seemed to be surrounded by a golden light, shining brightly, and the picture carried an indescribable beauty of pen and ink, which was shocking.

"Buddha..."

The little monk muttered like this, and then a huge feeling of dizziness came, and his neck was crooked, and he passed out alive.

(End of chapter)