The words fell, and the gaze that was staring at her disappeared.

The delusion in front of him still had the same expression, but his tone became inexplicably softer: "The poor monk has never seen it, and the demonic qi is easy to get sick when it enters the body, so the donor should go out with the poor monk." ”

Mingying couldn't say anything about the loss in her heart, but she still walked over.

After coming to the other world, the Heavenly Soul only protects her, but will not respond to her. And the person in front of her had her familiar appearance, but he was extremely alienated from her.

The black demonic qi was isolated by the golden light on Forgotten Dust's body, and the originally buried road reappeared.

"Then trouble master, I have a little weak legs, can I pull your sleeve?" Looking at the beautiful monk, Mingying didn't plan to give up.

Forget the dust in the black fog did not refuse: "The donor is polite, you are doing harm to the people, it is an honor for the poor monk to help you, you don't need to use honorifics for me, just tell me to forget the dust." ”

As he spoke, he held out his hand.

The moment she held the gray sleeve, Ming Ying felt that the cold demonic qi around her was completely isolated, except for her feet.

She looked down and saw the demonic aura that turned into tentacles wrapped around her ankles.

Forgetting Chen, who looked at the past along the line of sight, also saw this scene, he twisted his eyebrows and waved his hand, and the black demonic qi dissipated in the air unwillingly - before it disappeared, the demonic qi did not forget to pull his ankle and lick it, it seemed to be extremely reluctant.

The cold and wet feeling made Mingying shudder, and her weird intuition told her that the person in front of her would not hurt her, but there was always something wrong: "Thank you, forget the dust." ”

After doing all this, Wuchen raised his head slightly: "The donor is polite, haven't you asked the donor for your surname?" ”

"Just call me Mingying." She won't miss the opportunity to get closer.

The two of them, each with a ghost in their hearts, maintained this harmonious appearance and walked out, and everywhere they went, the black fog was like a snake and scorpion.

After leaving this black fog, Ming Ying saw the villagers of Daoxiang Village early in the morning, their expressions were sincerely frightened, and their eyes looked at the extra group of people on the side in awe.

They have a fairy wind and bones, and they are separated from ordinary people in terms of temperament - they are immortal cultivators.

At this moment, the group looked serious, but they showed surprise the moment they saw her.

The leader walked up excitedly: "This girl-"

"Xuan Pavilion Lord?" Forget the dust interrupted the other party.

The man called the Lord of the Xuan Pavilion seemed to have just seen Forget the Dust, and immediately stopped in place: "Forget the Dust Buddha, why are you here?" ”

Forget Chen's gaze moved to the villagers on the side: "The poor monk was entrusted by the village chief of Daoxiang Village to come here to eliminate demons, but I didn't expect the demons here to fall into the demons." ”

The village chief also stood up and proved that what he said was true.

The master of the Xuan Pavilion suddenly realized: "It turned out that it was the Buddha of Forgotten Dust, you killed the demons here!" ”

Forget Chen shook his head, and moved his gaze to Ming Ying, who was standing on the side: "The Xuan Pavilion Lord misunderstood, it was Miss Mingying who killed the demon with her own hands, and I just brought people out." ”

As soon as he heard that it was Ming Ying who killed the demon with his own hands, the Xuan Pavilion Lord showed a surprised look on his face, and arched his hand towards her: "Sure enough, it is a hero who is a young man, in Xia Xuan Hanyue, the master of Tianji Pavilion, I don't know if Miss Ming is willing to join my Tianji Pavilion?" ”

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Ming Ying looked at Xuan Hanyue suspiciously, somewhat surprised.

She just came to another world, and she received her first office? However, is the other party a little too hasty in accepting apprentices: "I don't know much about Tianji Pavilion, may I ask what your pavilion is best at?" ”

Xuan Hanyue showed a meaningful smile and glanced upwards: "The so-called Tianji Pavilion is naturally reasoning about some mysterious things, in addition, all my disciples are good at pinching and calculating and helping people avoid trouble, and all of them are good at forming talismans." ”

I don't know why, after saying this, Xuan Hanyue only felt a chill in her back.

I didn't think that Mingying looked up at Forget Chen, and asked rhetorically: "Forget Dust, what do you think I should do if I go to Tianji Pavilion?" ”

The cold air on his body dissipated a little, and the eyes of Wangchen looking at Mingying were extremely peaceful: "Do you want to go to Tianji Pavilion?" ”

Xuan Hanyue on the side only felt that the cold air was seeping.

"After all, you are my savior, and I can't get out of it without you," Mingying replied with a smile, "So I want to ask your opinion." ”

Of course, this is fake, in order to take down Forget Chen, she will definitely not go to any Tianji Pavilion.

"I see." Forget Chen's tone was a little clear.

Xuan Hanyue knew that he should have a few words with Forget Chen, and asked this Buddha to persuade the girl to join the Tianji Pavilion, but his always keen intuition stopped all his actions.

His instincts told him that if he did this, it would be dangerous.

Xuan Hanyue could only listen to the Buddha open his eyes and say nonsense: "I saw Mingying using a sword before, you must have some talent in swordsmanship, it just so happens that I also have some knowledge of swordsmanship, if you don't mind, you can practice with me." ”

"Really? Then please! The girl was pleasantly surprised.

？ When will the Buddha who is proficient in Buddhism also know swordsmanship? How did he not know?

And in front of him, Wangchen cut people off like this, which made Xuan Hanyue somewhat disappointed, but the matter was a foregone conclusion, and he was powerless to change it.

After agreeing to forget the dust, Ming Ying said to Xuan Hanyue apologetically: "I'm sorry, Lord Xuan Pavilion. ”

Waving her hand, Xuan Hanyue was not angry: "It's not a bad thing for Miss Ming to follow the Forgotten Dust Buddha. ”

On the bright side, this girl who was appointed by Heaven as the "Daughter of Destiny" has always been on the side of the righteous path.

What's more, it was Forget Chen who saved her, she was close to each other, and Xuan Hanyue was not surprised.

He took the doorman to work hard for a long time, and found this daughter of destiny because he was worried that something would happen to her.

And after she promised the Buddha, Xuan Hanyue felt that the knife hanging over her head disappeared.

Thinking so, the breath he held in his chest also spit out: "Since that's the case, then I'll deal with this pile of demonic qi first." ”

If the demonic qi left here is not dealt with, the impact on the surroundings is not small.

"Don't bother the Pavilion Master," Wangchen said, stretching out his hand towards Mingying: "Borrow Mingying's sword." ”

From the time of crossing, the sword that refused to be touched by anyone except Mingying finally fell into the hands of the second person.

The turquoise sword was very well-behaved in Forgotten Chen's hands.

Ling Yan's sword qi directly cut through the black mist, and the invisible black mist was like a leaking balloon, and soon, the black mist that enveloped the mountain disappeared.

The flowers and trees that had been eroded by the demonic qi and had become withered actually regained their vitality under the sword qi, and then bloomed quickly.

Xuan Hanyue, who saw this scene, was full of doubts.

He remembered that all the things he learned in Vientiane Temple were Buddhism, and for so many years, this Buddha was best known for his hand-descending wand method and the profound Dharma of transcending the soul.

However, the sword qi wrapped in sword intent in this hand was no worse than the sword venerable of the Hidden Sword Mountain, and even much better.

It was obviously Mingying's sword, but in his hand, it was like his own sword.

I always feel that this Buddha is very hidden.