There are thousands of monks in the world.

Embark on the road to eternal life, and have a clear mind.

Heaven and earth, grievances and hatreds.

Inevitably, they will have to fight and fight, like warriors and soldiers

Fighting for life and death is the most beneficial practice for both.

But very few monks were willing to mess with sword cultivators.

Because these guys are dead or alive at every turn.

If you do a big thing, you have to pursue a single thought, and the sword heart is pure.

So I can't bear any anger.

As the saying goes, sword cultivation relies on a sword, and you don't need to look at anyone's face to act, and you don't need to please anyone.

And Zhang Song is a pure sword cultivator.

The boy in brocade said coldly: "Get out!" ”

Zhang Song slapped the table and stood up suddenly.

He said very stiffly: "Get out!" ”

With that, he held his noodles.

Walked outside the door, squatted in a corner and ate.

Li Ping'an poured a glass of wine and took a sip.

I took a piece of meat and ate it slowly.

Commented in my heart: From the heart

The brocade boy snorted disdainfully.

The rest of the people in the store also walked out consciously.

The name of the boy in brocade is Li Ziao, and his father is an eight-grade qi practitioner who has mastered a true jade building.

The Li family is also a well-known family.

Even if they can't get used to each other, most people are not willing to offend the Li family, who control the True Jade Building.

At this time, the purple-faced man put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"Thank you, I'm full! The person I'm waiting for is here, thank you for your hospitality. ”

With that, he stood up.

"Li Ziao? I want to ask you for two tricks, go outside, don't break the rules here. ”

Li Ziao's sharp eyes glanced at the purple-faced man.

"Which onion are you?"

"Outside, please!"

The purple-faced man didn't say anything to him, and strode out.

Li Ziao smiled contemptuously and arched his hand at the proprietress.

"Boss, I'll go and solve this short-sighted guy first, and then I'll accompany you alone."

The proprietress smiled at the corner of her mouth.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

The purple-faced man and Li Ziao walked out of the inn one after the other.

It was a windless day, but a gust of wind blew suddenly.

The wind blew in both directions, and a table near the door was torn apart and sawdust flew in the air.

The roof was blown open by a skylight five or six inches wide.

But before it could be scattered on the ground, the proprietress gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

Everything was back to the way it was.

"Amitabha." The evergreen monk read a sentence.

Li Ping'an nibbled on a chicken leg.

.......

After a few moments, the door to the inn opened again

The purple-faced man walked in unharmed and hugged his fists at Li Ping'an and Monk Changqing.

"Two brothers, meet again."

With that, he left.

The rest of the store walked out curiously.

Li Ping'an and the Changqing monk also came over.

The mountain peaks in the distance have turned crimson.

As soon as the mountain breeze blows, there is a pungent smell blowing in the face.

The top of the mountain seemed to have been bitten by some giant monster, and the powder of the rubble drifted in the air.

The breath around him was as solemn as death.

"What a strong martial artist! At least six grades.

No, it should be stronger. ”

Zhang Song squatted at the door, holding the bowl of uneaten noodles.

He had just witnessed the battle with his own eyes.

Li Ziao is worthy of being a member of the Li family, and he has many magic weapons in his hands.

All of them are treasured objects.

It's a pity that he is facing a martial artist who is one level higher than him.

Not only that, but he was even held up by someone who was five steps close.

The opponent only used two punches to kill this proud son of the sky.

Li Ping'an could clearly sense the strength of this force, even if the battle was over early.

But that powerful aura lingered in the center of heaven and earth for a long time.

Is this the strongest?

..........

Night.

Li Ping'an lay on the bed in the inn and couldn't sleep for a long time.

The shock brought to him by the battle of the day was no less than that of an innocent little virgin, and one day he suddenly found the disc that his father had treasured for a long time.

Monk, Li Ping'an has seen a lot.

From the Yang Kai who he had killed at the Jade Gate Pass.

and then to Zhang Deming, Zhang Dehai and Zhang brothers in the capital.

Li Ping'an actually didn't think there was anything terrible about the monk.

It may be that they are accustomed to seeing the weak beings among the monks, and thus ignore those who are truly powerful.

For example, the people who are in the inn today.

Not to mention the purple-faced man, or the arrogant Li Ziao.

Even the two young Taoist priests who were driven out by Li Ziao were not their opponents.

Li Ping'an turned over and realized that he was still too weak after all.

This way to the town demon pass, there is still a long way to go.

He secretly told himself that it was always right to keep a low profile.

There's no need to compete with anyone.

If you encounter something that you can't see, you can fight it, and if you can't beat it, you don't see it.

A clear conscience is good.

This night, Li Ping'an had no sleep.

After cultivating all night, he continued to expand the mud pill.

Now his physical strength, a few days and nights without sleep is nothing to him.

It was agreed that they would leave the afternoon of the next day.

It's just that when he was leaving, the proprietress suddenly came to find a word to see Changqing alone.

"Nothing will happen, will it?" Li Ping'an was a little vigilant.

Changqing said: "There was no grudge in the past, there is no hatred in the near future, there will be no danger." ”

Li Ping'an said: "I'm afraid that she will eat you~ I felt it yesterday, and her eyes have been staring at you." ”

Changqing smiled confidently, "The poor monk is a monk, the seven emotions and six desires have long been cut off, and women will only affect the speed of the poor monk's chanting!" ”

Li Ping'an patted him on the shoulder, "Okay!" Then I will wait for your victorious return. ”

Changqing left Li Ping'an with a confident and calm back.

.............

In the innermost bedroom on the second floor of the inn.

Bright sunlight poured through the bamboo windows and fell on the tables and chairs carved from sandalwood.

The bamboo window is hung with purple tulle.

Diagonally opposite the bed is a dressing table inlaid with colored shells, and on the right side is a soft hibiscus couch with a layer of green veil in front of the bed.

Outside the window are rockeries, small ponds, and blue lotus roots.

The proprietress lay on her side on the hibiscus couch, and a soft silk blanket was spread underneath, exuding a faint fragrance.

Beautiful eyes flowed, smiling at the bald monk sitting in the room.

This little monk is so beautiful.

The proprietress has seen many handsome men.

It's just that people like Changqing are really rare.

The facial features are clear and elegant, and the skin is fair and delicate, but not as pale as morbidly.

Rather, it is as gentle as jade, crystal flawless, and intoxicatingly beautiful.

"Tsk~"

Changqing's hand holding tea trembled slightly, and his throat moved.

His forehead was covered with sweat.

"That's... This one... Donor, what are you looking for a little monk? The little monk still has to go with his friends. ”

The proprietress smiled coquettishly, "Are you okay?" Can't I look for you? ”

The sound can make a man's bones crispy.

Changqing only shuddered.

"A moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold~"

"Donor! The little monk has already broken off his seven emotions and six desires since he was a child, and he has no intention of doing this. ”

The proprietress smiled and walked off the hibiscus couch, "How boring it is to be a monk, I'll teach you something more interesting." ”

"Hey, donor, what are you going to do? You have to be self-respecting! ”

The proprietress opened her delicate red lips and spat out a mouthful of ethereal mist.

Changqing's eyes immediately froze.

"I just like Buddhist disciples like you."

The proprietress stretched out her slender jade hand and stroked the evergreen Tianling Gai.

"Hiss~"

At this moment, a sudden burning sensation reached the palm of his hand.

Hurriedly withdrew his hand, and the palm of his hand was red.

The proprietress frowned, and saw a faint layer of golden light appearing behind Changqing.

Take on the image of an old monk, "Amitabha! ”

The proprietress took a step back and giggled.

"What an interesting Buddhist disciple."

The proprietress seemed to know the old monk, "Hey! Old monk, who is this little monk? ”

"Amitabha, I hope the donor can show mercy."

"You tell my men to be merciful? I'll show mercy to my subordinates, isn't it very shameless.

I couldn't beat you before, but now you're just a wisp of breath. ”

"How about three moves? The breath of the poor monk, if it can withstand the donor's three moves, the donor will let the poor monk's apprentice go. ”

The proprietress smiled and readily agreed, "Okay!" ”

......

After a long time.

Li Ping'an listened to the strange movement inside and couldn't help but push open the door.

"Evergreen?"

In Li Ping'an's perception.

I saw that the evergreen monk was holding a stool, kissing and gnawing.

"Girl, don't worry, the little monk will be responsible for you."

This scene made Li Ping'an unforgettable for the rest of his life.