It's distressing, so how can it be a dream?

What he heard and saw, this Mirror Flower Nunnery was nothing more ordinary, Jiang Xing was dizzy, and his heart was like numbness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Buddha hall is dedicated to a sitting statue of a bodhisattva with kind eyebrows, tall and big, filling more than half of the space; but the Buddha hall is empty, the little nun who worships the spirit follows Jiang Xing in, rubs her red nose, and says, "Sister, donor, wait a while, I'll call the master." With that, he turned to leave, and when he crossed the threshold, he accidentally tripped and stumbled, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Little Master, be careful!"

"Oh, thank you," the little nun scratched the back of her bare head and smiled, with two small dimples on her cheeks.

The little nun slowly disappeared from her eyes, and Jiang Xing was very polite, seeing that there were several futons in front of the Bodhisattva statue, and immediately sat on top of it. Glancing at the Bodhisattva's slightly lowered eyebrows, he couldn't help but be in a trance. Not long after sitting still, no one saw it, and a voice came from behind: "This Lianyun Mountain is difficult and dangerous, the little donor came to this nunnery, what is the matter?"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Xing held on to the ground, stood up in a hurry, and turned his head to see a middle-aged female Nishi Shiran walking into the Buddhist hall, looking at him without squinting.

Jiang Xing turned around and clenched his fists, and said, "Dare to ask the master too much?"

She bowed her head slightly, chanted a Buddha name, and said, "Poor Ni Miaoqing." ”

Jiang Xing looked back at the worship spirit who was following her, and between his nose and eyes, he could still vaguely see traces of crying. It's really not good to bring up other people's sad things again, but after hesitating for a moment, Jiang Xing still said, "Boy, may I ask...... May I ask if Miaoyin Shitai ...... Is it really destroyed?"

Hearing this, Miaoqing was stunned, lowered her head, couldn't see what look on her face, her lips opened and closed, and said slowly: "Presumably, Bai Ling has already told the little donor in detail." The monks don't speak, and the little donor already knows the answer, so why ask?"

"Uh," he wanted to explain the confused dream, saying that he had seen Mrs. Miaoyin, and that he had seen a master who claimed to be a poor nun wearing a Taoist robe and carrying wine gourds, but he felt that it seemed inappropriate, after all, everything was so outrageous, after all, only dreams can be so varied.

With a long sigh, Jiang Xing couldn't tell whether he was lost or disappointed, or a little sad, after all, at that moment, Master Miaoyin said what he was hiding in his heart, even though it was in a dream - no one could understand his mind, including Grandma - he wanted to go to the ends of the earth and see the outside world. But when hope came, I suddenly found that this was just a moon in the water.

Seeing Miaoqing's eyes waiting for him to speak, Jiang Xing eliminated distracting thoughts and explained from beginning to end: "You might as well say bluntly, I am the hunter of the pine village at the foot of Lianyun Mountain, and my father-in-law once came to Jinghua Nunnery and had a relationship with Master Miaoyin. I heard that Master Miao Yin was too stunning, so I wanted to come and ask for some skills, and I was surprised to hear that Master Miao Yin was too far into death, so I couldn't believe it for a while, if there was any offensive behavior, please forgive me. ”

Miaoqing nodded, and suddenly asked, "What skills do you want to learn?"

Jiang Xing thought for a while and said, "It's the kind of ability that can shoot down trees with only a bow and no arrows." ”

Miaoqing asked: "The little donor is just a year of dancing spoons, he is not only a hunter under the mountain, Lianyun Mountain is full of materials, and Songzhuang also lives in order. Even if the small donor is not considered to be rich, he should not have enough food and clothing. How can you have such an idea? Not to mention whether you can learn it, whether you can learn it, if you can learn it, what is the use?"

Obviously, it means to take the school.

What's the use of learning such skills?

If he uses such means to hunt, in the eyes of the people in the empty gate, will it not increase the killing?

If he uses such means to defend himself, will he lose his heart in the face of those who are weaker than him?

Jiang Xing stood still, and also asked himself, thinking deeply, there were too many thoughts, too complicated, one thought after another, and one after another was denied. Even the two masters and apprentices of Miaoqing left quietly, and he didn't notice it.

He simply didn't want to, he took a heavy breath of air, anyway, he just wanted to learn.

Thinking like this, I raised my head, and suddenly heard the sound of shouting and scolding outside the nunnery, deep and deep, such a quiet place, where did the vulgar people come from? One is short and fat, with a face like black charcoal, and the whole person is like a wooden pier, and the other is tall and thin, with a white face and a goatee, and the two people stand together and complement each other.

The white-faced goatee was full of ridicule, his sleeves were rolled up high, and his half-thin arm was exposed, pointing at Miaoqing and shouting: "Don't talk to the uncle, I'll pretend to be confused! I heard that there is a strange thing in your world, called the Lotus of Life and Creation, which can remove the false and retain the true, and make people reborn." I sent the Heavenly Dragon Protector to Shuzhong on the same day, and I am worried that there is nothing to give, and you will obediently present the Creation Lotus, otherwise I will not blame me for not being merciful!"

"Hmph, you Luo Sheng sent a nest of snakes and rats, scum of the rivers and lakes. It's not that I watched Miaoyin preside over the death of the Yuan, that's why I came to take advantage of the fire to rob him!Hmph, don't you bully that there is no one in our nunnery!" Bai Lingqi snorted, and there was a feeling of arrogance on his immature little face, but he was still young, so he didn't seem to have the slightest deterrent. made Mu Dunzi quite interesting and said: "What do you little girl know." Seeing that the little girl stared at him with round eyes, she smiled, too lazy to care, and shouted to Miaoqing instead: "Old nun, and call out the Life and Creation Lotus, we should spare your life." ”

"Hey, ugly monster, who do you say is old? There is still long hair on his face, he is so ugly that he can't bear to look directly and come out to swagger, it's really shameful!" Bai Ling looked at Mu Dunzi's angry appearance, he was not afraid at all, and wanted to scold a few more words, but Miaoqing shook his head and said calmly: "Thief, you have been spying on my spiritual objects for a long time, and my senior sister has shown mercy to your subordinates last time, but now she still does not repent." Do you really want to hit the south wall and not look back? I wonder how many inches of hole you can make with your two-foot-high mold?"

Except for her and Mu Dunzi, several people present couldn't help but laugh when they heard this, even the white-faced goatee couldn't help laughing. The words were so light that the words were really sharp, and Mu Dunzi's swarthy face was flushed, and he was so angry that he stomped his feet with hatred, and he didn't stop doing anything, and pulled out the scimitar behind his waist with his backhand, and pounced directly on it.

The sword flashed, and Jiang Xing, who was looking at it with interest, exclaimed, never expected that the person would not say a word in front of the temple and draw his sword to each other.

"Hehe," he said, and Bai Ling sneered, his little face full of contempt.

And Miaoqing raised his wrist unhurriedly, until the cold light of the scimitar was close to his chest, he flicked his fingers, and his lips and teeth opened and closed lightly: "Let go-" The huge force poured in from the tip of the knife, swept over the palm and arm of the wooden pier, and reached the chest and abdomen, and the scimitar was directly bounced off, nailed to the ground, and entered the stone for three points. And Mu Dunzi's whole person also spun in the air several times in a row, and then fell heavily to the ground. The wind and dust were blowing in his face, and he hurriedly got up, and was afraid, so he hurriedly hid behind the white-faced goatee three steps. His legs and stomach were still trembling, and he couldn't help coughing, but he spit out a mouthful of blood: "Altar master......"

I don't know what to say, but after all, I rushed up with a lot of momentum, and then I was beaten into a dog and rolled back......

The white-faced goatee seemed to be unfazed, but his eyes were solemn, and he said slowly: "I can't imagine that the little Jinghua'an has died a first-class master, and there is still one alive." But it is also first-class, and there are also high and low, since you don't know what to do, I will let you die today without a place to be buried!"

"Look at the fist!" In the midst of the heavy drink, he flew forward, but drew a long sword in his hand and stabbed it at Miaoqing. Jiang Xing, who rushed to the door, saw a flower in front of him, and the two separated immediately after intersecting, and they couldn't see their movements clearly. Three steps apart, the white-faced goatee flicked the blade of the sword, and a drop of blood slowly fell to the ground on the tip, and he smiled playfully.

Miaoqing's face was expressionless, but the sleeve robe was sharpened and cut off, and there was a shallow blood mark on her white arm.

Bai Ling's mouth pursed, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't help but be anxious, and scolded: "Shameless scum!"

She hurriedly ran into the Jinghua Nunnery and passed by Jiang Xing, without looking at him in a hurry. After a while, he brought a long sword, shook his wrist, and threw it to Miaoqing with precision: "Master takes the sword!"

Seeing this, the white-faced goatee naturally couldn't do what he wanted, and swung his sword forward, but Miao Qing actually attacked him directly. Just about to fight back, Miaoqing turned back in the air, took the long sword, unsheathed, and then a swallow turned back, the sword aura was like a rainbow; the white-faced goatee couldn't stop it, and blood flowed on his shoulders in an instant; he wanted to avoid the edge for a while, but Miaoqing was pressing step by step, and the sword aura was strong; although it is not known which is stronger or weaker, Miaoqing's momentum is pouring like a river, and if it goes on like this, there may really be a few more holes in the white-faced goatee.

Jiang Xing was fascinated, in this world, there are people who can jump several feet high, and can also turn back in the air several times in a row like a flying swallow, and under the wave of the long sword, the cold light shoots out far away;

The father-in-law said that he could hit things in the air, even if he walked off the wall, it was nothing more than that.

The sound of swords clashing was as dense as beads, and Jiang Xing had no doubt that as long as one of the two of them was in a slight trance, they would die in Huangquan.

Such a skill, if learned, is also dangerous.

No matter how dangerous it is, Jiang Xing has to learn.

Mu Dunzi was also watching the battle from the sidelines, his face was anxious, he never thought that when he heard that Miao Yin was dead, he rushed over overjoyed, looked up to the sky and sighed, then the baby was finally going to succeed. Even if you can't use it yourself, you can get such a treasure with your own hands, and you can't afford to brag about the capital after dinner. However, I found that Miaoyin's inconspicuous junior sister was actually so powerful. is even more tricky, after all, no matter how Miaoyin is, he will keep a hand, and pretend not to kill. Although the Luo Sheng faction is a behemoth in Shuzhou, its skills are not as good as others, and they will not come to help take revenge if they are slaughtered. This white-faced goatee can also be regarded as one of the best masters of the Rasheng faction, and he is the master of an altar, so he finally invited him over, but he didn't expect that in Miaoqing's hands, he also showed his decline.

Could it be that you are really going to plant it here?

The little girl who worships the spirit is still boosting her morale, her willow eyebrows are upside down, her apricot eyes are round, and two red clouds are baked on her cheeks: "Kill you! Kill you! Villain! Our Jinghua Nunnery, is it a place for you to scatter wild, hum!"

In the fierce battle, the two rabbits rose and fell, and all kinds of exquisite sword styles were overwhelming, or mighty, or soft and light, or fierce, or fierce, or wide open and closed, or conformist; Jiang Xing couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and he couldn't close it. Although it doesn't have the name of the move like Mr. Storyteller, it is wonderful enough. Ping-pong, sparks flew everywhere, there was a footprint on the ground, and the wind blew with a fist, and the white-faced goatee was stabbed in the shoulder before, but it became more and more powerless.

Just as he could see his mind, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him in the afterglow.

Turning his head, he saw him grasping a one-foot long sword, hanging his head and waist, sneakily, and jumping to the side not far from him.

Miaoqing noticed the situation here, and her mind was in turmoil for a moment.