Monk Huiqing didn't answer, and a "whoosh" sound jumped up from Deng Fang's back, and at the same time, one arm held Deng Fang's shoulders, his feet took a few steps in the air, and the wind under him flew up the trunk with Deng Fang.

"Old monk, don't be like this, what they want is me, whether they believe it or not, I don't have the Sorrowful Heaven Sword Technique, if you hand me over, there will definitely be a way to live."

Monk Huiqing heard Deng Fang's shout, smiled bitterly, and did not respond, but his speed was a little faster, and he slowly narrowed the distance between him and the people behind him.

In the late autumn night, it is extremely cold in the mountains and forests.

However, Deng Fang didn't feel half a chill in his body, and his thoughts were all on Monk Huiqing.

At this moment, he felt that even his own life was not important.

If he can choose, he will give up this life and want Monk Huiqing to survive.

Monk Huiqing was like returning to the light at this moment, his internal force was filled with his entire body, and the speed of his leap became faster and faster, flying left and right in the forest, like a ghost.

Deng Fang was held by him, only to feel that the mountain wind was getting stronger and stronger, and his face was already red before he knew it.

Running wildly all the way, Monk Huiqing and Deng Fang finally came down the mountain, but their speed did not slow down for half a minute, and they still fled to the distance.

Gradually, Deng Fang felt that the wind on his face was slowly soothing, and the speed of Monk Huiqing's leap was also slowly decreasing.

Finally, after jumping on a thick branch, Monk Huiqing was weak on his feet and fell down with Deng Fang.

Deng Fang fell to the ground, but he didn't care about the pain on his body, because he knew that Monk Huiqing couldn't walk......

Tears had already covered Deng Fang's eyes, and they fell one by one.

Deng Fang stood up and took Monk Huiqing's arm: "Go, old monk, I'll carry you on my back, let's keep walking!" ”

Monk Huiqing didn't have a trace of blood on his face, glanced at Deng Fang, and showed a weak smile on his face: "Boy, rest." ”

"No, let's go, I will definitely be able to take you out, we still have to go to Zhongzhou, we have to go to Shaolin, you come with me!"

However, no matter how Deng Fang dragged Monk Huiqing's arm, Monk Huiqing was reluctant to get up.

Deng Fang dragged and dragged, and finally couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, squatted beside Monk Huiqing, and cried loudly.

"Old monk, you ...... Why did you protect me to Shaolin in the first place, if you didn't care about me, where would you be today. ”

Deng Fang sobbed while complaining about Monk Huiqing.

Monk Huiqing laughed twice, glanced at Deng Fang, then looked up at the night sky, and responded: "Yes, maybe I'm old and confused." ”

"You are just confused, knowing that I don't have the Sword Technique of Sorrowful Heaven, and you still have to wade into this troubled water."

Deng Fang wiped the tears on her face vigorously, but she couldn't wipe away the tears.

Monk Huiqing turned his head and smiled: "Hehe, on the rivers and lakes, it doesn't matter if you are confused and understood." ”

"What matters is, whether it's worth it or not."

Deng Fang was stunned, looked at Monk Huiqing, and muttered: "Is it worth it?" Is it worth it? ”

Looking at Deng Fang's stunned appearance, Monk Huiqing closed his eyes and said softly: "Since the moment I regarded you as a good friend, I knew that this troubled water was worth it!" ”

Hearing the word "friend", Deng Fang smiled warmly, indeed, unconsciously, the two have become friends for the year.

"Alas, today's catastrophe is also a certainty, boy, I don't like this dress, help me change my robe." Monk Huiqing let out a long sigh and said to Deng Fang calmly.

Deng Fang nodded, picked up the burden that had fallen aside, took out Monk Huiqing's robe, and replaced Monk Huiqing's teacher-like outfit.

Putting on his robe again, Monk Huiqing was obviously a lot happier, stroking it with a trembling hand, and muttered in his mouth: "Speaking of which, this body has been with me for almost thirty years, and I am still really reluctant!" ”

Deng Fang sat quietly beside Monk Huiqing, at this moment, he was willing to accompany Monk Huiqing to face the Moon Toad Palace.

Although he knew that it was useless to run away with his own foot strength, but even if it was useful, he would never go on his own!

The two of them sat cross-legged on the ground, listening to the shouts that were getting closer and closer in the distance, and their hearts were open and fearless.

……

The sky was already bright, and the mountains and forests in front of Deng Fang and Monk Huiqing suddenly broke a large gap, and He Yunmiao flew down from the treetops with the Night Girl, Liu Zhixian and others, and landed in front of Deng Fang and Monk Huiqing.

He Yunmiao looked at the two people who were sitting quietly on the ground, with both sarcasm and resentment in her eyes.

Monk Huiqing slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yue Toad Palace and the others, and said to Deng Fang in an inaudible voice: "Boy, you are in their hands, no matter how you force you, you don't say a word about the exercises of the Sorrowful Heaven Sword Technique, as long as they can't get it right, they will definitely not kill you." ”

Deng Fang listened earnestly on the side and nodded deeply.

He Yunmiao looked at the two of them with a light and breezy look, her face was a lot ugly, and she said in a deep voice: "Huiqing, do you know what I hate about your Shaolin Temple the most?" ”

Monk Huiqing raised his head and looked at He Yunmiao firmly: "Please advise." ”

"At all times, you all pretend to see through the red dust, and look like you're on top,"

"It's as if we are the masters of the world, and we are all ordinary people,"

"I always brag about how strong my concentration is, and how many things I have seen through the world, but now?"

He Yunmiao became more and more excited, and later, there was already a little anger in her eyes.

Monk Huiqing smiled contemptuously, looked at Heyun Miao with disdain, and said, "I see that you have lived for most of your life, and you are still a rotten wood. ”

Liu Zhixian, who was behind Heyun Miao, heard Monk Huiqing say this, stepped forward and jumped into the air, brandishing his long sword and stabbing at Monk Huiqing, scolding in his mouth.

"Old bald donkey, I'll see if your Vajra Nyorai and Maitreya Bodhisattva can save you!"

Seeing Liu Zhixian swinging his sword and stabbing him, Monk Huiqing pushed Deng Fang away beside him, and then formed a Buddha seal on his chest with one hand, and began to pinch out various movements with the other palm, constantly changing.

Deng Fang was pushed aside by Monk Huiqing, looking at the strange movements in Monk Huiqing's hands, and wondered why.

However, the tip of Liu Zhixian's sword was already close at hand, and the direction of the piercing was the heart of Monk Huiqing!

At the last moment, Deng Fang shouted anxiously, wanting Monk Huiqing to dodge.

But Monk Huiqing sat upright like a rock, bowed his head and closed his eyes, and did not move for half a minute.

And in his mouth, there was a deafening sound.

"The old man's body is like King Kong, and he will be like King Kong!"

He Yunmiao looked carefully behind her, originally she was also a little puzzled by Monk Huiqing's actions, and she was still wondering what Monk Huiqing wanted to do.

But now that she heard the words shouted by Monk Huiqing, she seemed to remember something terrible, gasped, and screamed in shock.

"Shhh...... Shaolin Temple Mighty King Kong Palm?! ”

"Liu Zhixian, stop quickly!"