A purple qi floated beside Mrs. Birch Ying, and the girl with the double-stranded sword endured the pain and swung her sword to stab, and the ghost-faced Rakshasa jumped back, and her body was already ten zhang away.

"You can't bear him?" Lady Huaying's forehead was slightly oozing with sweat, and the person who should be seen would eventually see him again even if it was another eight years. Then Lady Birch Ying looked at the ghost-faced Rakshasa in the distance and asked, "Who are you?"

None of the two people standing in front of her were good, not to mention that the identity of this ghost-faced Rakshasa was unknown.

The woman in the colorful dress put the knife back in the case, lowered her body, and gently stroked her face with her hand. Listening to the woman in colorful clothes, her tone was gentle but sad, and she said softly: "It's not been ten years, you have really forgotten why I want to save you like a negative man." ”

"Is this kid your old lover?" Ghost-faced Rakshasa's voice was low and like a hungry wolf in the wilderness, and when the wind blew away his voice, it was more like a ghost crying from the depths of hell.

The woman in colorful clothes looked at the ghost-faced rakshasa, although she was wary in her heart, her tone was respectful, and asked, "Who is the senior, why did you also make a move?"

The ghost-faced rakshasa smiled and said, "Entrusted by others, although this kid is rude, the kindness of the person who entrusted me has to be repaid. ”

"Even if you take him away today, you can't save him, don't you know?" The purple qi beside Mrs. Hua Ying became more and more intense, and the flowers and leaves that floated by actually withered and scattered when they encountered the purple qi.

The woman in colorful clothes stood up and looked at Mrs. Huaying, there was no hatred in her eyes, but instead there was a kind of envy: "You and I both know what method to use to cure this poison." ”

"Indeed, you and I both know, but you also know that it is impossible for a fairy to make a move for a man, let alone a man who once tried to kidnap her maid. ”

Hearing Mrs. Huaying's words, the woman in colorful clothes smiled, her voice was also cold for an instant, and asked, "Is it abducted?"

"You ······" The anger beside Mrs. Hua Ying gradually faded, and she turned around, "This place is more than 1,500 miles away from the Peach Blossom Nunnery, even if you have a horse that travels thousands of miles a day, it is impossible to send him to the Peach Blossom Nunnery within twelve hours······

"Fifteen hundred miles? It's really far away, horses can't do it, can't adults do it?" Ghost-faced Rakshasa hugged the delusion, "Today's causes have been planted, and there will be evil retribution in the future, it's not that you don't report it, but the time has not yet come." ”

Seeing that the woman in colorful clothes was about to leave, the lady of the birch warbler took two steps forward, her expression was good, and her tone was reluctant, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Unable to hear the emotion of the woman in colorful clothes, she spit out a few words clearly: "Senior, take him to Peach Blossom Nunnery." ”

Hearing the Peach Blossom Nunnery, Mrs. Hua Ying was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and her voice was a little more anxious, and she said: "Idiot, even if this senior has the ability of the ghost snitch in the past, if he really arrives at the Peach Blossom Nunnery, the fairy will not see him, let alone save him." ”

Without waiting for the woman in colorful clothes to speak, the ghost-faced Rakshasa snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "It's one thing whether the Peach Blossom Fairy is willing to save him, you talk about the ability of the Ghost Snitch, in the past, his footsteps were always more than two feet behind me." ”

Mrs. Hua Ying was speechless for a moment, her mouth opened and closed for a long time, and there was only one word in the end: "You ······"

The woman in colorful clothes took off the black knife on her back and presented it to the ghost-faced rakshasa with both hands: "This knife is the treasure of the Peach Blossom Temple, although I don't know who the predecessor is, but the predecessor is willing to save him at this time, and he will definitely not harm him." The seniors really arrived at the Peach Blossom Nunnery, and the fairy may not be willing to come out, at that time, the seniors presented this knife and said that the sinner will return to the nunnery within three days to be punished, and only ask the fairy to save him!"

"You keep this knife, the Peach Blossom Fairy will sell her life-saving benefactor a face. After that, the ghost-faced Rakshasa body flashed, and it had already disappeared with the wind, leaving only the woman in colorful clothes and Mrs. Huaying to do it.

"Don't you recognize this person?" Lady Hua Ying's words were slightly light, "A few days ago, the sword of Long Yao was revealed again, and now there is another person who is better than the ghost snitch in the past, can't you guess?"

"Is the Snitch comparable to the Lord of the Dragon? ”

Mrs. Huaying shook her head again and said regretfully: "It's a pity, premature delusion is doomed to death." Even if Oni Musou really arrived at the Peach Blossom Nunnery within twelve hours, it would be impossible for him to see the fairy. ”

The woman in colorful clothes frowned slightly and asked, "The fairy refuses to see him?"

"You're wrong, if I take Hua Lang to ask the fairy to save me, the fairy will make things difficult for me, but he will save Hua Lang. The evil of the delusion is better than that of Hanalang, and the fairy will still save him. You and I have followed the fairy for so many years, but you still don't understand that she is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted. ”

Then, the woman in colorful clothes thought of something that made her panic, and her voice became frightened, and she asked, "The fairy is not in the nunnery!"

"Hehehehe······" Lady Huaying looked up to the sky and smiled, "Yes, Hua Lang said that seven days ago, someone had seen a woman with a red scarf and silver armor carrying a silver knife in the inner mansion, who else would you say this person would be if he wasn't a fairy?"

The woman in colorful clothes looked at Mrs. Hua Ying with a fierce look in her eyes and asked, "Are you calculating that the fairy's old illness will recur in these days······ Huaxia Library

"I didn't count, nor did I think that Onimuscuo would come to his rescue. It's just that the fairy is sick, and these days he should be the incarnation of the person named Bai Lu who is out chasing and killing those who have little affection. ”

"Madame, what is this man's plan?" the sword-wielding girl seemed to be idle, constantly playing with the sword in her hand.

"You all step down, you together can't fight my sister, let alone the ghost crying knife in her hand. ”

The sword-wielding girl reluctantly stepped aside, expecting a good fight between Madame Birch Ying and the woman in colorful clothes, but unexpectedly, the woman in colorful clothes jumped backwards, and then moved farther and farther away.

The sword-wielding girl watched the woman in colorful clothes go away, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she asked anxiously: "Madam, this ······"

Looking at the back of the former sisters, Mrs. Huaying's eyes were full of emotions, and in the end, it was just a sentence: "Let her go, you are still young, wait for you to fall in love with a man when you are older, the most painful thing is not that the man loses you, but that the man dies in front of you." ”

In the end, even if her unique Yueji Xiang hurt her sister's lover, her sister still didn't draw a knife against her.

Speaking of another person, he sat silently on a pine tree and sharpened his nails with a short sword of cowhide, this pine tree was really a towering tree, nearly four feet high. And the place where this tree grows is also quite peculiar, and when you look down at the branches, there is a bottomless deep valley, which also grows on the cliff like this. When I was young, I heard Zhuge Ding say that before Duhanlou came here, there were countless large and small sect organizations, and the time spanned more than 300 years, but the earliest record of this tree was 500 years ago.

A tree can witness the rise and fall of mortals, and it can't help but be funny. Leng Buyu also wanted to split this pine tree to make a wooden tablet and wooden plaque, but he didn't do it.

A voice asked, "Silent, you might see the Imperial City Mansion above?"

Leng Bu didn't say anything and didn't look under the tree, but just responded casually: "How do you know if you can see it if you can't see it if you don't come to see it yourself?"

The people under the tree laughed and said, "It's cold in high places, you just say it." ”

Leng Buyu shook his head and replied: "I can't see it, although there are no mountains in front of me, but there is a white cloud, which hinders the eyes." ”

"Have you heard, hundreds of years, or more, a thousand years ago, that the king gave two princes a sapling each. After the king's death, the princes fought between their brothers, and the eldest prince won, and instead of executing his younger brother, he demoted him to the rank of commoner. When the little prince left, he took with him a sapling painted in a scroll. ”

Leng Buyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't you have to say that there is a tree like this on a mountain peak somewhere in Jingzhou." ”

Unexpectedly, the Zun Wuwu under the tree nodded slightly, and continued: "A year later, the eldest prince began to miss his younger brother, but the little prince who was demoted to a commoner had long disappeared from the world, so he had to plant that tree for comfort. After leaving, the little prince swam all over the mountains and rivers, and finally saw the scenery on this peak, so he planted a tree here. Hundreds of years and thousands of years have passed, and the two princes have turned their bones to ashes, but the trees have become towering appearances······"

Leng Bu fell lightly from the tree, and inserted the short sword in his hand back into the sheath on his chest: "At a glance, I know that you have never planted a tree, and after such a long time, how can the sapling still be used." You can also go up and see for yourself, see what the prince sees, and I, it's time to go back to the cold city. ”

Zun Wuwu shook his head, just said: "Be careful." ”

After leaving silently, Zun Wuwu leaned on the big tree alone, he did not climb to the top of the tree, he watched under the tree, the wind hit, and he couldn't help but feel a biting cold, Zun Wuwu couldn't help but sigh, his eyes showed sadness, and said: "The high place is not cold." ”

After saying nothing, let's talk about the next day's Peach Blossom Nunnery outside Lincheng Hangzhou.

In the early morning, Shang Qing washed up as usual and began to inspect the Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Nunnery is not big, and there are only thirty or forty disciples in the nunnery. Although there are few people, he is indeed a fairy. Shang Qing is the kind of cold and glamorous woman, and she is really the kind of beauty who is as glamorous as a peach and a plum and as cold as frost.

Unlike other girls, who had to apply fat powder after washing, she simply cut the willow branches soaked in water, cleaned her teeth, and washed her face with warm water. Sitting in front of the bronze mirror and began to comb her hair, the copper mirror is not as good as the bright water, and she can't shine all the colors, but she can only see that her long hair is smooth and beautiful.

I walked out of the boudoir to inspect the various places in the nunnery, but I heard a sound, like a boulder falling to the ground. Insects and birds were frightened, insects and birds chirped endlessly, and the originally pure peach blossom hermitage became noisy in an instant.

Shang Qing urged under his feet, jumped directly from the second floor, and rushed towards the direction of the nunnery with a few ups and downs.

Those disciples who heard the sound also arrived at the nunnery, and when they arrived, they saw a black-clothed ghost-faced rakshasa holding a man in white standing outside the door. The Rakshasa mask looked fierce and terrifying, but the man in his arms had a pale face and purple lips, as if his life was imminent.

A charming disciple shouted, "Who disturbed the Peach Blossom Nunnery and ruined my cultivation place?"

The ghost-faced Rakshasa voice was emotionless, and the words he said were clear and ear-catching: "The dying man came to ask the Peach Blossom Fairy to help." ”