After hearing this, Zi Ling did not speak, but turned his head and looked at Bingyang fiercely.

Bingyang was a little strange and asked, "Your face, is it because of the master's past, is it angry and convulsive?"

Zi Ling snorted coldly and said, "You men, there is no good thing. ”

Bingyang sighed for a moment and said, "I said girl, you can't slander a good person like this." ”

"Are you a good person?" Zi Ling shouted, "When I am old and yellow, you will definitely look for that little ding or something." ”

"That's not all. Bingyang squeezed his eyes and said seriously: "Next to me, it is A, B, C, D, pente, heptyl, xin, and nong, which are neat and tidy, and they are complete." ”

Zi Ling was so angry that her eyes were about to burst into flames, and she said with a distorted face: "I will never sit still." By my side, I will be ugly and ugly, and I will definitely overpower you!"

Bingyang felt a little funny, and said softly: "Okay, good, you must have overpowered me." ”

Bingyang thought for a while, and said: "In fact, when the love is strong, it is a lifelong commitment. When the love is weak, it is the virtue and ethics that restrain it. Therefore, if the virtue is not good, it is useless to swear by the mountains and seas, and to take precautions. ”

"What then?" Zi Ling suddenly felt a sense of insecurity strike her.

Bingyang smiled and said, "Even if you are a person with poor morality, you are still stalking, what do you ask him to do for the rest of his life?"

Zi Ling was stunned for a moment, as if he had woken up: "In this way, will you go to Xiao Ding in the future, as far as I am concerned, I can only bet on your morality?"

"It's not a gamble, it's an estimate. Bingyang Zhengse said: "The art of recognizing people is an extremely important method of self-preservation. ”

Zi Ling said with a confused face: "I can't estimate it." I can't figure out the edge of this skill of knowing people. Do you want to tell me yourself, are you a good guy or a bad guy?"

Bingyang looked at Ziling gently, his eyes crooked. He said softly: "You are a woman, since you can't estimate it, why do you mind taking a big gamble?"

Zi Ling nodded, and said happily like an epiphany: "Exactly! Flowers fall and bloom, it's all fate. Red dust, glory and joy, don't forget it, but it's just yourself. ”

"The donor can see through, and the poor monk admires it. Yaksha heard Ziling's words and suddenly interjected.

Afterwards, the Yaksha recited the Buddha and muttered:

"The fog-locked mountains,

Yunxing Lake,

Three immortals and five Buddhas chant to the sound. ”

Bingyang also bowed deeply to the Yaksha and said:

"The past is troubled,

Right and wrong are bitter,

Love and hate are at ease. ”

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The snow-capped mountains are still bitterly cold.

But Ziling's mood is getting higher and higher.

She seemed to see the dawn of leaving the Xuan Realm.

Because their surroundings are getting brighter and brighter.

It is no longer a hazy fluorescence in the Xuan Realm, but a bright light from the outside world.

On the top of Zi Ling's head, a spot of light appeared. The spot grew larger and larger, gradually turning into a bright hole.

Only then did the two discover that the so-called snow-capped mountain was actually like a deep well.

And that hole is the wellhead.

It is from this wellhead that the snowflakes in the ice field flutter and fall.

Zi Ling and Bing Yang worked hard, and the road to the Vajra Hell on the snow-capped mountain was actually the road of climbing in the deep well.

Thankfully, so far, they've been on a pretty good track.

Moreover, Zi Ling is particularly interested in the old stories of the Murama Niro.

In her words, it's more wonderful than storytelling.

Zi Ling was even full of anticipation for the next master.

Soon, Ziling and the others got their wish and saw a new yurt room.

Not one, but two.

It is no longer even a yurt, but a sturdy building made of stone and earth.

The two buildings are angular and colorful. Although the structure is simple, the exterior is beautifully carved with murals.

These two buildings, high and low, are separated by a small hill, looking at each other from afar.

Although they are not in the same place, the two seem to be inseparable, and there is some strange connection that cannot be explained.

"It's amazing. Zi Ling scratched her head and said, "There are two rooms." Could it be that there are two masters living here?"

Bingyang showed a worried expression and said, "A Murramaniro is already difficult to deal with. If the two masters appear together, I'm afraid it will be even trickier. ”

Ziling was not affected by Bingyang's anxiety. She blinked and said, "Living so close, they can't be relatives, right?"

Soon, these two relatives revealed the true face of Lushan.

Two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, appeared in front of the door of their meditation room.

These two men, the man is tall, his face is calm, and even very indifferent. The woman is kind and kind-eyed, and quite amiable.

Zi Ling bowed deeply to the two of them, and said politely, "Two masters, but brother and sister?"

"It's not. The woman still smiled, but shook her head.

"Sister and brother?" Zi Ling still didn't give up.

"It's not. The woman's face still didn't change.

"Uh. Zi Ling's face was embarrassed, and he said hesitantly: "It can't be a husband and wife, right?"

"Not really. The woman still shook her head, not angry.

"That," Zi Ling was completely confused. She said a little discouraged, "What is your relationship?"

"We don't have anything to do with each other. The woman spoke lightly and frankly.

"Then why do the two masters live so close?" Zi Ling also blurted out, with an expression of fear of suffocating herself.

Bingyang really glared at Zi Ling with some concern.

Such a straightforward and fast-talking woman who doesn't know how to turn around is easy to provoke hatred.

But the woman is a very well-bred person.

She didn't get angry at all, but patiently explained: "Although we are not related, we are also inseparable, just like you and I are separated from two swords." ”

"Oh. Zi Ling said with a suddenly realized expression: "I know." The two seniors must have cultivated some kind of double martial arts. ”

"Exactly. "The woman is smiling, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

But this spring breeze made Bingyang shiver.

The double exercise is undoubtedly a ruthless character.

But Zi Ling didn't realize that trouble was coming, but clapped her hands happily and said, "We are all double exercises, and we are really fateful." ”

Bingyang frowned helplessly, and said to the man and woman, "Dare to ask the two masters?"

The woman smiled slightly and said loudly, "Jinnaro." ”

The calm-faced man still didn't say a word, but the woman pointed to the man and said, "He is Mahuraja." ”

Bingyang pondered for a few breaths and asked, "Is the weapon of the two of you also a musical instrument?"

Kinara's face changed, but he still replied gently, "No." ”

Zi Ling sensed the change in the atmosphere, and quickly jumped up and criticized Bing Yang loudly: "What weapons are not weapons." The two masters were kind and kind-hearted, and did not say that they would embarrass us. Maybe they'll tell us a story and let us go. ”

Bingyang said in a low voice, "Kinnara and Mahuraka are the gods of Clarion in Buddhism. The exercises of these two must be related to singing and dancing. The so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can have a chance of winning. ”

At this time, Kinnara suddenly nodded and said, "The donor is very knowledgeable. You are so anxious to find out what we are doing. Why don't you have a discussion about it?"

After speaking, a clear and bright singing voice seemed to cut through the sky, from far to near.

I saw Kinara, who was standing a little higher, stepping on the sound of singing, and fluttering.

Her singing voice is ethereal and far-reaching. Like a shepherd, facing the vast grassland, the vast world, and whispering to the gods.

Her lyrics are in Tubo, and she is confused by Ziling and Bingyang.

But Ziling and the others didn't have time to ponder the puzzling lyrics.

I saw that Mohurajia, who was silent, suddenly ripped off the bright yellow robe on his body, revealing a dark red bodysuit. The strange thing is that his arms are dense and dense, wrapped with a layer of green yarn.

Mahuraka's arms shook, and the layers of green yarn quickly loosened, forming a two-zhang long cyan ribbon, which was fierce.

With a wave of his hands, the green yarn as thin as the wings of a cicada was like an incarnation of a green dragon, with the momentum of a thunderous horse, attacking towards Zi Ling and Bingyang.

Zi Ling only felt that the green shadow flickered, and the suffocating pressure came to her face.

Zi Ling took a false step backwards and turned around, avoiding Qing Sha's frontal attack. At the same time, she swiped back, holding the dark green Wushou Sword in her hand. Zi Ling hurriedly stepped forward, and the sword stabbed towards the green yarn.

Who knew that this green yarn seems to be light and thin, but it is extremely tough.

Zi Ling's sword was unexpectedly bounced back.

Ziling was unsteady on her feet and almost fell.

Fortunately, it fell on one person's body.

Bingyang hugged Zi Ling and said with a smile: "Woman, how can a piece of cloth bully you?"

Zi Ling grinned angrily, jumped up and shouted, "This green yarn has a demon method. ”

"Demon law?" Bingyang was a little unconvinced.

"This green yarn is like having eyes, and it follows me vigorously!" Zi Ling dodged left and right, panting, and screaming angrily.

Before the words were finished, Qingsha had already chased after Zi Ling. Zi Ling stumbled, and could only roll on the ground, barely dodging the green yarn.

Bing Yang hurriedly blocked Zi Ling with a horizontal sword.

In the blink of an eye, Qingsha came towards the door of Bingyang's face, Bingyang shouted, and the light of the sword was sheng. After listening to the long astringent sound, the green yarn was cut in half from the middle.

The two halves of the green yarn suddenly collapsed on the ground.

Zi Ling touched the sweat on her forehead and let out a long breath.

She looked around cautiously. He was chased all over the field by a piece of cloth. Don't let others look at such an embarrassing thing.

At this time, Kinara's singing voice suddenly became high-pitched, like a shout, which made Zi Ling feel startled for no reason.

What made Zi Ling even more frightened was that the two lifeless green yarns on the ground seemed to be resurrected, and they flew majestically in the wind.

The two green yarns seemed to remember the hatred of Bingyang's sword just now, and flew up and down towards Bingyang's head and face.

Bingyang only felt as if the whole world had turned cyan.

The green yarn stretched out, and it was like a big net, covering the ice and yang.

Bingyang secretly screamed badly. He clenched his sword tightly, and with a dodge, he was about to escape from the green gauze tent.

But the green gauze tent seems to rise against the storm and becomes boundless, and there is no way to see where the exit is.

Bingyang was shocked, could this green yarn really be a demon law?

Bingyang forcibly stabilized his mind, pointed at the blue veil above his head with the sword in his hand, and shouted: "No matter where it is sacred, today is the end." ”

With that, Bingyang kicked the ground, moved with the sword, and soared into the air.

In the blink of an eye, Qingsha was stabbed by Ke Li's sword.

Bingyang did not hesitate, swinging his sword and about to fly out of the breach.

Unexpectedly, the green yarn suddenly locked, and it firmly wrapped Bingyang.

Soon, Bingyang found that his hands and feet were trapped in the green yarn.

And the green yarn tightened more and more, almost strangling Bingyang out of breath.

Bingyang's face flushed, and he looked in Ziling's direction with difficulty.

But what he saw made him thunder.