Hearing this voice, everyone looked calm and walked over unhurriedly.

Many life-and-death crises for mortals are just a matter of a wave of a hand for monks.

The streets were very messy, with piles of debris left on the side of the road, and from time to time there were suspicious clumps of black solids, or even a fragment of the scalp that was about to carry hair, but there were no corpses left, only some fragments of tattered clothes, showing the tragic scene of the time.

Such a remote town is difficult to avoid this catastrophe, and you can imagine what it looks like in the hinterland of Great Wei.

When they came to a courtyard, they saw a fat, sturdy woman dragging a bloody corpse out of the cellar.

It seems that the two men escaped in the cellar, but they don't know why they killed each other, maybe for food, or maybe some other interests.

The woman looked up and saw the figure outside the courtyard, and the movements of her hands paused, and when she saw Zhang Yuan, her eyes shot out of deep hatred, and she pounced on a snow-bright bull-eared sharp knife with a fierce expression, and scolded with a crazy expression: "Dog thief, why aren't you dead?!"

"Tsk, the mortals here are pretty strong. Mulberry sneered meaningfully.

"Die!!" the sharp knife stabbed Zhang Yuan in the chest, and the monks looked indifferently, as if watching a farce.

With a crisp bang, Zhang Yuan popped out a trace of spiritual power and shot down the woman's weapon, but he didn't make any further moves, hoping that the other party would retreat.

It was only because he saw a pair of frightened and desperate little eyes in the cracks in the cellar cover, the little girl who once brought him hot soup, reminded him of the time when he lost his mother at a young age and grew up in fear in a hostile environment.

I have lost my mother, so why should I let others lose their mother?

Zhang Yuan turned to leave, and the monk who didn't care about himself left without interest, and found a complete inn nearby, and found a few clean rooms to live in.

"Let's stay for the time being, it's best not to go far alone, there are many families who have crossed the border this time, so as not to be ambushed. Gao Yangjin commanded.

Everyone had no opinions, they found their own rooms, and the diligent ones had begun to continue their cultivation, although the aura at this time was not as good as before, but there were also some aftermaths, which were better than the previous environment.

In the middle of the night, it was the time when Siye was silent.

In the dark-lit room, Zhang Yuan was meditating cross-legged, consolidating his current cultivation. Suddenly, a figure stood outside the window paper and knocked softly on the window rail.

Knock, knock, knock......

Zhang Yuan opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "Who?"

"Come, come, I have something important to tell you. The people outside the window lowered their voices, and they couldn't hear whose voice it was.

After saying that, he left silently.

Zhang Yuan stepped off the bed and was about to open the door and walk out, when a trace of strangeness suddenly flashed through the spiritual sense in the dark, and he couldn't help but stop his steps, thinking for a while, but then turned back to the couch and continued his homework.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a figure appeared on the window paper again, and there were three gentle knocks, and the sound was slightly rapid.

"Why didn't you come for a long time?

Zhang Yuan said quietly: "Who are you?"

As he spoke, he peeked out with the vision of the Yang God, but saw that there was no one outside the window.

When he looked at it with the naked eye, the figure on the window paper had also disappeared, and with his spiritual sensitivity, he couldn't even detect the other party's actions.

He couldn't sense the other seven either, otherwise he could deduce who was looking for him.

Although everyone lived in this inn, these people seemed to be vigilant, and they used methods to cover themselves, so that even the perspective of the divine soul could not see each other.

Suddenly, he seemed to be the only one left in a huge inn.

The other party only said two sentences in total, and lowered his voice, like a man and a woman, unable to distinguish his identity at all, and the words were a little strange, it seemed to be ...... Seems to be a little old.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Yuan ignored it and immersed himself in the world of cultivation again.

The night passed peacefully.

The next morning, Zhang Yuan walked out of the room, only to see the doors of the other people closed, obviously the monk's day is not divided into day and night.

After living in the cave for more than half a year, even though the dust did not stick to his body, the dirt secreted from his body had not been completely cleaned, so he took off his shirt, scrubbed it with a bucket of cold water from the well, and then picked up a branch and danced his sword.

But whenever he has leisure, he has never interrupted his daily practice, except for the love from the heart, it is probably a habit that has gradually formed in the ten years of his previous life, in order to improve his strength and continue to live.

"Squeak", a door was pushed open, a female cultivator walked out of the room, glanced at Zhang Yuanjing's red upper body, saw his well-proportioned muscles, couldn't help but light up in his eyes, Lianbu moved lightly, and walked over.

"This little brother, now that you are also a monk, what are you still practicing martial arts?"

"But you're so pretty. The woman covered her mouth and chuckled.

Most of the women of the Xiuzhen family are frivolous and debauched, and under the pressure of promotion, it is common for them to have a few braces with others. It's just that she has never seen a monk with such explosive muscles, and after practicing for more than half a year, the spring love in her heart suddenly rippled.

Zhang Yuan didn't pay attention to it at all, after dancing a sword move, he glanced at the gate, only to see a pair of big pure eyes snooping on him at the crack in the door, and when he saw that he found himself, the pupils in his eyes shrank, and he seemed to be very frightened, and ran away quickly.

Seeing his silent and cold appearance, the female cultivator couldn't help but be annoyed in her heart, but she refused to be convinced, and secretly said that the old lady's appearance is also a leader in the clan, and you, a mortal who has just become a monk, ignore this girl?

Approaching Zhang Yuan's back at the moment, the green jade fingers gently stroked his back, and said in a soft tone: "What's the meaning of dancing the sword? Wouldn't it be more fun to dance the stick? Do you want to...... How about dancing on the slave's body?"

Zhang Yuan's body stiffened, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm not interested in vulgar fans. ”

As he spoke, he turned and walked back into the house.

The nun was stunned when she heard this, and hurriedly took a look into the well, only to see that she had a beautiful appearance and a good temperament, but she hadn't dressed up for a long time, and it was a little messy, where is what kind of vulgar powder?

A woman who can become a monk, as long as she is not ugly to the home, even if her posture is ordinary, she can gradually change under the nourishment of aura, the sallow yellow will become fair, the roughness will become delicate, and the temperament will get better day by day.

When the female cultivator heard him say something bad, she thought that she was disgusted with her relationship without makeup, and even a monk couldn't get out of the strange circle of three points of appearance and seven points of makeup, so she snorted lightly and said with a teasing smile: "Then come to my room tonight, let you see what is coagulated fairy powder." ”

Then he provoked his back: "If you dare not come, the slave family will go to your room and fight with you until dawn!"