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The quaint bells echoed between heaven and earth, as if to wake up the world, the east showed the white of the fish's belly, the morning light sprinkled all over the earth, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the jungle rustled.

A flying boat came quickly, made a sharp turn in the air, and docked in front of the mountain gate of Chonghua Temple, making a loud "bang".

The dust is flying, the trees are falling and the flowers are falling, the earth of Chonghua Temple is shaking three times, the mountain gate finally can't support it, it falls down with a "squeak", and smashes on the ground with a loud "bang".

Cui Wei slept soundly, but one of them rolled off the bed, clutched her faintly aching chest, and called out with difficulty: "Master?"

What's going on again?

Chan sleeves ignored Cui Wei, rubbed her head twice, messed up the originally good bun, and wiped it twice on her body, wrinkling her neat clothes.

"Master, what are you doing here?" Cui Wei looked at her in shock, she just fell asleep, is she crazy?

"How's it going?" asked Chan Sleeve.

"Ah...... Can...... Wretched. Cui Wei nodded with difficulty, she was really crazy.

At this moment, someone outside shouted: "Who actually smashed the mountain gate of my Chonghua Temple!"

Chan Sleeve tidied up her appearance a little, picked up Cui Wei and walked out.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. She said softly, with a hint of apology in her tone.

The disciple guarding the mountain was slightly startled when he saw Chan Sleeve, and he jumped in fright, shrank behind the collapsed mountain gate, and asked, "Are you ...... Why are you here again!"

"Come and beg him for help. Chan sleeves revealed Cui Wei inside.

Cui Wei was lying in Chan Sleeve's arms, with a loveless face, and if she broke the mountain gate, then she would pay for it, why pretend to be pitiful, Bo sympathy, it would hurt her image too much!

It's a real person, if you say it, where can you put your face!

"Help!" The disciple of the mountain guard seemed to have seen a hellish Shura, and he stood on tiptoe to look at Cui Wei, and asked cautiously: "Wouldn't this be injured by yourself!"

"Nonsense!" Chan's sleeves were cold, and the warmth that had been accumulated immediately disappeared.

The disciple guarding the mountain shrank in fright, and glared at her with a frightened face, this really can't be blamed on him, last time she brought someone over to treat the master, but the master could see at a glance that the person was injured by herself.

Last time, Master lost her temper so much, he didn't dare to let her in at will.

Chan Sleeve saw his horror, his face softened, and he said with a smile: "You take a closer look, she was injured by Tan Yidu's magic sound, I finally saved her before I could come and ask him to save his life, if he didn't save it, the child would die, he didn't often say that saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, it is incomparable to how many years of cultivation, you better report it." ”

"Wait, I'll report to Master!"

The disciples guarding the mountain couldn't see Cui Wei's injury, and they didn't dare to have a hard time with Chan Sleeve, so they could only go up the mountain to find the master, muttering secretly in their hearts: These are not worry-free, there are so many men in the world, how can they pestering his master and a monk!

Chan Sleeve pinned the hair in her ear behind her ear and asked in a low voice, "How is it, can I still see it?"

It's not just a thing to see, it's a beautiful thing!

Although the hair is scattered, it is chaotic and orderly, and those flowing strands of hair do not affect her beauty at all, but add a different style.

A beauty is a beauty, even if it is ragged.

"Don't worry, Master is beautiful, it must be amazing!" Cui Wei patted Chan Sleeve's fart, and muttered secretly in her heart, who is this person, who actually makes Chan Sleeve care so much, and I will have to take a good look later, the person who can make Chan Sleeve, a big beauty, care, must not be an ordinary person.

Kicking and kicking, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, a little novice ran down: "Chan sleeve donor, please." ”

Chan sleeve was refreshed, and she took three steps and two steps to rush up the steps and enter the mountain gate.

As soon as she entered Chonghua Temple, Cui Wei smelled the fresh fragrance of sandalwood, and the sound of chanting came from the store, solemn.

"Chan sleeve donor, please come with me. Xiao Shami led Chan sleeve to the back room: "Master is doing homework, please wait a while, Master will come later." ”

Chan Sleeve waved her hand, drove Xiao Shami away, left Cui Wei, and went straight to the dresser.

It's strange to say, it's obviously a temple, but there is a dresser in this room, rouge and gouache, if you don't know, you think this is a women's boudoir!

Cui Wei was bored and watched her dress up in the mirror, and after a while, she returned to her peerless appearance.

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and Chan Sleeve gave Cui Wei a look, and Cui Wei hurriedly lay on the bed and pretended to be sick.

Chan sleeves sit at the table with a short body, with her hands to support, delicate but not charming, soft and rigid, gentle and fierce in her eyes, really soft with rigid, rigid with soft, to the extreme.

Knock, the door slammed.

"Come in, be so polite to me. "Chan sleeves have a coquettish voice, if you let those mortal men hear it, they are afraid that their bodies will be crispy.

It's a pity that the one standing outside is a monk who doesn't touch the red dust.

There was a soft knock on the door, and a monk walked in.

"Chan sleeve donor. ”

Cui Wei quietly opened her eyes to look at him, but she was stunned at first glance, this man ...... Oh, no, this old man, his back was rickety, his face was wrinkled, his eyebrows were silvery, and his hands were wrapped in skin like chicken skin, and his hands were less like hands than a pair of chicken feet.

He folded his hands and bowed with kind eyes, but he didn't look like the kind of person who could attract people.

Cui Wei looked at the old man, and then at the Chan Sleeve, and said in her heart, this Chan Sleeve is also a heavy taste.

"Look at you like this, it seems that you don't have a few years to live. Chan Sleeve didn't seem to be very happy, her beautiful eyes were slightly horizontal, and she asked, "The Ice Muscle Jade Bone Flower I gave you, you are useless?"

"The appearance is only the external appearance, if a person's heart is old, no matter how young the appearance is, it is also old, if the heart is still young, no matter how old the appearance is, it is also full of vitality, the Buddha said, ......"

"Enough!" Chan Sleeve interrupted him impatiently: "If you don't eat, you won't eat, what nonsense!"

"The Ice Muscle Jade Bone Flower is the supreme holy product of fixed appearance, it is really a waste to find a monk for me, so the donor of Chan sleeve should give it to those in need." As he spoke, he took out a jade box and handed it to Chan Sleeve.

Chan Sleeve frowned, and her beautiful eyes stared at him without blinking, as if she wanted to see a flower on his goosebumpy face, and as if she was unwilling to force him to eat it.

After a while, she grabbed the jade box and threw it out of the window: "If you love to eat or not, it's just right to die if you don't eat it!"

"Amitabha. The old monk chanted a Buddha name: "Donor Chan sleeve, where is the patient you sent?

Chan Sleeve glared at him, raised his chin, and said impatiently: "There, don't worry, you can't die." ”

The old monk came to the bed and took a closer look at Cui Wei, and saw that her face was pale and her red lips were pale, and he couldn't help frowning: "You said she was injured by the magic sound?"

Chan Sleeve nodded: "Yes, Tan Yidu, you should know him, his magic voice is very powerful." ”

The old monk stretched out three fingers and pressed Cui Wei's wrist, and a wisp of aura probed into Cui Wei's body.

Cui Wei frowned, subconsciously wanting to resist, the old monk smiled gently: "Don't move, it won't be in the way." ”

His voice was low and slow, as shocking as the morning bell and dusk drum, Cui Wei gradually put his mind at ease, and only let him probe it, and then slowly withdrew.

"The little girl is very powerful, and at a young age, she is already a second-level cultivator of Qi training. The old monk said.

Cui Wei's heart moved, and suddenly a strange feeling was born, and she couldn't help but raise her eyes, but she was facing his energetic eyes, which were too bright, like stars in the night.

Cui Wei's heart tightened, for fear that he would see something, so she hurriedly lowered her eyes.

"How's it going?

The old monk got up, folded his hands, leaned over and said: "The little benefactor suffered an internal injury, and his internal organs were all shocked by the magic sound, and the injury was inside. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Stay for a while and take your time. ”

When Chan Sleeve heard this, her frowning eyebrows gradually dispersed, and she said with a smile: "Okay, then our master and apprentice will stay!"

The old monk clasped his hands together: "I'll order someone to grab the medicine." ”

"Good. ”

"Wait!" Chan Sleeve walked quickly to him: "I heard that Liu Suyuan is here?"

The old monk smiled and folded his hands: "Yes, Lord Liu Shi does live here." ”

"Where is she?"

"Not far from here, East Wing. The old monk pointed to the opposite room: "Donor Chan sleeve, the old man wants to remind you that this is Chonghua Temple." ”

Chan sleeves pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't worry, even if you kill, it won't dirty your ground!"

The old monk saluted, and slowly left with his body bent.

Cui Wei squinted his eyes and watched the old monk go away, and finally understood where this monk was strange, he acted and walked and talked, acting like an old man, but his eyes were too bright, which really didn't match what he was showing.

Could he ......

Cui Wei had a few questions swirling in her head, which she couldn't answer for a while.

"You stay here and pretend to be sick, don't let anyone find out, I'll go out. Chan Sleeve turned around and left.

Cui Wei covered her stomach and couldn't scream, she disappeared, hesitated, Cui Wei gave up again.

Chan Sleeve also said that she was pretending to be sick, and since she knew that she was pretending, she would not care about her again no matter what.

It's just that what is she going to do?

Do you really want to kill Liu Sukite?

Thinking of Liu Suyuan's hostility towards Chaoyu Palace before, Cui Wei became more and more uneasy.

If the two of them fight, who will she help?

Phew, she's so weak, help a fart!

Let's run!

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a clanging sound outside.

Cui Wei leaned out and looked outside, only to see two figures hanging in the air, indistinguishable from each other.

One of them was fluttering in green clothes, holding a willow leaf sword, and it was Liu Sukite.

The other person is dressed in red like a glow, picking leaves and flying flowers, which is Chan sleeves.

The two really fought!

What to do? Fight or run away?

Persuad, she can't persuade, run, she doesn't know where to run.

When I first arrived here, the terrain had not been surveyed, even if I ran, I couldn't run away from Chan Sleeve, and if I couldn't run far, I had to be caught by Chan Sleeve, and when the time came, she had to cramp and peel her skin, and she didn't have to resist!

It's a good idea to turn to Liu Suyuan for help, although the two of them have had unpleasantness before, and they have also been intimate with each other in Qingfeng Guan, after all, they have shared a body, and Liu Suyuan shouldn't have watched her die.

Yes, you can talk to Liu Sukite!

Thinking of this, Cui Wei hurriedly watched the two fight, constantly looking forward to Liu Sukite's victory.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't fulfill people's wishes, Liu Suyuan was already injured, where is Chan Sleeve's opponent at this time, he was sneak attacked by Chan Sleeve after a few rounds, and his body and face were full of blood, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood before he could resist, and fell from mid-air.

Cui Wei hurriedly went to pick it up.

A figure is faster than her.

Chan sleeves flew over, tiptoed, kicked her to the ground, petals flying, like a fluttering butterfly around Liu Su Kite.

"Do you admit defeat?" Chan Sleeve asked with a smile on her eyebrows.

Liu Sukite spat out a mouthful of blood, looked up at her, and didn't say a word.

"After so many years, you have finally lost in my hands!" Chan sleeve five fingers, pieces of petals flew into her hand, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a long sword.

"Say, do you admit defeat!"

The cold sword rested on her neck, and Liu Suyuan closed her eyes, turned her head away, and did not look at her.

Chan Sleeve was furious and grabbed her collar: "Liu Sukite, you lost, you lost, do you know! Why don't you admit defeat!"

Liu Suyuan raised her eyes and looked at her: "In terms of state of mind alone, you have already lost." ”

Liu Suyuan was injured, but Chan Sleeve is a good person, and she is now looking for trouble with Liu Suyuan, that is, she is taking advantage of people's danger and relying on the strong to bully the weak.

Liu Sukite was knocked to the ground by her, and she didn't say a word, but she was angry, and she had already lost more than one layer in her mood.

Chan sleeves clenched her hands, the more calm and self-contained Liu Suyuan was, the more calm she was, the more angry she became, the more angry she became.

It was she who won, it was she who won, but Liu Sukite seemed to say, I don't care.

If she loses, why doesn't she care! A person who loses, a person who is about to die, why is she so righteous and awe-inspiring, why does she just care about nothing!

No, she's not qualified for this, she's not qualified!

Chan Sleeve's eyes were red, and her silver teeth were clenched and she couldn't bite Liu Sukite to death.

"Chan Sleeve, what are you doing!" At this moment, the old monk walked quickly: "Don't let her go yet!"

Chan Sleeve turned her eyes and glared at him, and smiled coldly: "What's the matter? Finally remember that my name is Chan Sleeve, and you don't call me donor anymore?"

The old monk was a little stunned, and a little helplessness flashed on his goosebump-like face: "Donor Chan sleeve, you promised me that you would not make trouble in my temple." ”

"I only said I wouldn't kill anyone, I didn't say I wouldn't hurt anyone. ”

What's so good about killing someone, dying so happily, it's better to let her blood flow a little bit, a little pain and die!

Liu Suyuan laughed: "Mo Chan, what are you talking to her, who is she, don't you know?

Mo Chan frowned, glanced at her with great concern, and stepped forward slowly: "Donor Chan sleeve, more than a hundred years have passed since that incident, there is no need to insist on it any longer." ”

"Naturally, you don't have to hold on!" Chan sleeves swept away her cold eyes, and her killing intent was awe-inspiring: "It's not you who suffer!"