The white crane is huge, hundreds of catties, so heavy, how can Ji Qiu drag it, he can only bury it on the spot.

But the white crane died by the lake, and there may be a giant python lurking around, so digging a pit from the lake will not be trembling, like walking on thin ice.

Seeing that Ji Qiu was looking around nervously for a while, the female monk said, "It's okay, there are no snakes and pythons around here, you can rest assured." ”

"How do you know if there is one?" Ji Qiu asked casually.

"Although I am seriously injured, my ears and eyes are still clear, and if there is a snake python nearby, I can see and perceive it. The friar said.

Hearing the words of the nuns, Ji Qiu was slightly relieved, moved the soil and stones, and dug pits and graves.

After being busy for more than an hour, she finally dug a pit where she could barely bury the white crane, and turned her head to look at the friar with inquiring eyes, and the nun saw that he was sweating profusely, and she couldn't bear to let him continue to suffer, but the pit was too shallow, and she was buried so hastily that she felt ashamed of the mount that followed her from birth to death.

Although the nun didn't speak, Ji Qiu understood the request in her eyes, and had no choice but to continue digging.

"Hey, what's your name?" asked Ji Qiu casually.

The friar didn't want to answer, but she couldn't bear to refuse too directly, "You'll always know later." ”

"I heard that the Anti-Blood Guardians are chasing and killing the monks of the Soul Suppression Alliance everywhere, is this true?" Ji Qiu asked again.

"Hmm. The friar replied in a nasal voice.

"Is it the Blood Guardian who attacked you?" Ji Qiu asked again.

"Hmm. The friar nodded.

"Do the Rebel Blood Guardians also have bird mounts?" Ji Qiu asked again.

The female monk didn't answer Ji Qiu's question, but asked, "Since you are a nobleman of Yunyang City, why is your spiritual energy cultivation so inferior?"

"It's okay, the aura cultivation of my peers is not much higher than mine," Ji Qiu said, "Our Yunyang City is not as good as the Soul Suppression Alliance, and there are not as many mysterious qi cultivation methods as the Soul Suppression Alliance, by the way, there is one thing I have never been able to figure out." ”

"What?" asked the friar.

Ji Qiu put down the iron pot used to serve the soil, raised his hand and wiped his sweat, "The Anti-Blood Guardians have already begun to attack the monks of the Soul Suppression Alliance, your spiritual energy cultivation is so high, and you are not their opponents, how useful is it for the newcomers to be temporarily selected from the four major cities?"

The nun didn't answer his question immediately, and only after a deep sigh did she speak, "The Soul Suppression Alliance must have a quick way to improve it. ”

"What is the quick fix?" Ji Qiu asked curiously.

After waiting for a while, the friar did not answer, and found that she had closed her eyes against the tree, and it was naturally impossible for her to really fall asleep at this moment, and the reason why she pretended to be asleep was undoubtedly not to answer his question.

"Hey, hey, I won't ask, you open your eyes quickly and help me control the wind. Ji Qiu shouted.

"What is the wind?" the friar laughed at Ji Qiu, who had a strong derogatory connotation, usually used in the case of a traitor.

It's boring to work with a boring head, and Ji Qiu wants to talk to the nun very much, but he sees that the other party doesn't want to pay attention to him, so he has no choice but to concentrate on his work and continue to dig.

After digging for another hour, Ji Qiu couldn't dig at all, and at this time the depth of the pit had reached seven feet, and it was more than enough to bury the white crane.

The pit was dug, but burial was also a problem, the crane was too heavy for Ji Qiu to move, and the nun was watching from the side, and he couldn't kick it with his feet.

Seeing that he was worried, the friar slowly moved closer, first plucked the arrows from the white crane, then combed the feathers of the white crane, and finally stepped back a few feet, and after taking a deep breath, she raised her right hand.

Ji Qiu guessed what the female monk wanted to do, after practicing qi and entering the spiritual void period, the spiritual energy in the body could be released from the body, and the female monk's move was undoubtedly to urge the spiritual energy and move the body of the white crane.

"You are injured, can you do it?" Ji Qiu asked with a frown.

The monk did not answer, endured the pain, urged the aura, and forcibly moved.

The monk's injuries were very serious, and she forcibly activated the aura, and although she moved the white crane two feet, she also affected the wound and fainted again.

Ji Qiu shouted twice, but the female monk did not answer, so he ran to the west side of the white crane, against the bluestone behind him, kicked hard, blushed and thickened his neck, and finally kicked the white crane into the dirt pit.

As a result, the feathers were dirty, the neck was crooked, and what was originally lying on its back became lying on its stomach.

There was no way, he couldn't do anything else, he could only jump into the pit and pin the white crane's neck to straighten the neck, and then start backfilling and burying it.

Backfilling is much easier than excavation, it took half an hour to complete the backfilling, and after burying it, the previously excavated stones were piled up on top of the grave, and then bluestones were moved closer to improve the foundation.

When it was about to be completed, the nun woke up, saw that Ji Qiu had already buried the white crane, thanked him in gratitude, and then moved to the grave and whispered.

I didn't hear what the friar said, but she could guess a few points, undoubtedly thanking her for saying goodbye.

Ji Qiu was a little afraid of this place before being attacked in this vicinity, and did not want to stay here, and when the nun stopped her grief, she helped her onto the donkey and walked south along the mountain path......