Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the path below, and four women, Bamboo, Plum, Orchid and Ju, were seen heading up with dozens of people.
"Sir, Boss Wu has finally met you."
"Since the young master left Piaomiao Peak, the little one has not thought about tea and food, and he feels as if something is missing in his heart!"
Wang Yuyan heard the sound and looked over, only to see a man rolling over and crawling over.
The man was dressed in tight black clothes, with a scimitar on his waist and hips, and two inch-long scars on his face. He originally looked fierce, but now he was dripping with tears from his nose, which was extremely funny.
Jing Zhou raised his head slightly and said with a smile: "Oh, Boss Wu, why did you come here?"
Boss Wu first knelt on the ground and saluted, and then said flatteringly: "I'm afraid that the young master doesn't have enough melon seeds on his body, so he won't be able to hit people easily. What kind of status the young master has, his attacks must be different, and he can't lose his grace.
So I brought a lot of melon seeds with me so that the young master can use them at any time."
"Besides, there is no driver around the young master. How can these fairies with their high status be able to do such rough things. Although I, Boss Wu, am not good at anything, I am not far behind others in this rough and cumbersome work."
Jingzhou was quite satisfied with this bitch. Damn it, honestly speaking, everyone really loves flattery. As long as it doesn't hit the horse's hooves, the more flattery the better.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, my master's moral practice is still too shallow, but this golden melon seed will make it easier to hit people the more you use it, the easier it will be."
Sighing in his heart, Jingzhou glanced at the group of people behind Mr. Wu, and said again: "Yes, these people look like what thirty-six holes and seventy-two islands should be like."
Mr. Wu hurriedly got up from the ground and said happily: "Young Master said before that the young master's subordinates are all rabble-rousers. In the past six months, the young master has trained the people under his command very hard for fear of losing the young master's face."
"Forget it, you can stay here nearby during this period."
"Hehe, sir, let us sisters stay here too."
"Yes, yes, I'm afraid the young master won't be able to live here without a few of us to serve him."
"Haha, how many of you~"
A few days later, more and more people came to Leigu Mountain. The originally empty pavilion was now crowded with people, including heads of various sects. Even Shaolin was also at this time.
Several old monks of the Xuan generation came.
There were two people playing at the chessboard next to the pavilion, it was Duan Yanqing and Su Xinghe.
Duan Yanqing frowned at this moment, thinking intently. After a long time, he picked up a chess piece with his iron ax and dropped it on the chessboard.
He was originally the crown prince of Dali, and his knowledge was extremely high, and his chess skills were even more extraordinary. But when faced with the Zhenlong chess game, he had to think hard to figure it out, and the longer he made the moves, the longer it took him.
He was concentrating on his thoughts when he heard a voice coming from far away: "The young monk Jiumozhi happened to meet Mr. Cong Dianbian's hero post on the way. He did not overestimate his ability and came to pay homage to the heroes of the world."
Although Jiumozhi's words were extremely humble, his tone was extremely arrogant, as if he didn't care about the people present at all.
"Hiss, who is this person? He actually uses his inner voice to transmit sound. This distance requires a lot of deep inner strength!"
"Jiumozhi, is that the Tubo Protector, King Minglun? Why did this great monk come to the Central Plains?"
"I heard that this person is extremely intelligent, has a photographic memory, and has great wisdom. Not only is he proficient in Buddhism, but his martial arts has also reached an extremely high level."
After everyone said a few words, they saw a yellow figure dotted with its feet in the bamboo forest. In the blink of an eye, it had already arrived in front of a group of people.
"You're polite, young monk. I've met you all."
Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, his expression was arrogant, and his monk's robe was even more breathless.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, Prince Ming, but he looks even better than before. It seems that his martial arts have improved a lot. I'm glad to say congratulations~"
"Jing... Mr. Jing..."
When Jiumozhi heard the familiar voice, his expression froze, and he suppressed the words he had prepared.
After he came out of Huanshi Shui Pavilion that day, he wanted to go to Shaolin Temple to steal some lessons, but he encountered an invitation from Su Xinghe on the way, so he hurried towards Leigu Mountain.
After reading Murong's collection of books, Jiumozhi felt that his martial arts skills had become much better, so he wanted to go to Leigu Mountain to show off, so that the so-called "heroes" in the Central Plains would know his reputation as the Great Minglun King of Snow Mountain.
In his opinion, without him, would this invitation post be called a hero post?
It’s just a bear post!
Jiumozhi forced out a smile and said: "The young monk has met Mr. Jing. Unexpectedly, in just a few months, the two of us have met three times in a row. It seems that Mr. Jing and the young monk are really close to each other."
"I am so compassionate, how come I can meet this person in front of me wherever I go?" Jiumozhi said in a low voice, and his originally hot heart instantly cooled down by half.
Others don't know that Jiumozhi is very familiar with the young man in front of him.
I just don't know how far this young man has practiced the Six Meridians Divine Sword at this time. Before, he only had three swords coming out at the same time, and he couldn't parry them.
With this person here, what else can he show off?
The suffering in the heart of the Snow Mountain Ming King was a hundred times more painful than eating coptis, and he couldn't even express it!
At this time, another voice came from the distance: "No, no, it's the great monk who has a close relationship with everyone."
Jiumozhi narrowed his eyes slightly, put his hands together and hid them under the monk's robe. Although the expression on his face changed a little, he was angry in his heart.
Hearing the word "No", Wang Yuyan looked a little excited and asked: "Brother Bao San, but you are here?"
"Did my cousin come with me?"
I saw the bamboo forest swaying, and not long after, I saw a middle-aged man in gray robe leaping from the bamboo and jumping in front of the person.
"Miss Wang, you are here too!"
Bao BuTong was quite surprised to see Wang Yuyan. In the past, Wang Yuyan would never leave the house.
I thought she had returned to Mantuo Villa, but she didn't expect to be in Leigu Mountain.
Bao BuTong hesitated and said: "Master, Master has other important matters and didn't come."
Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, the young monk heard something on the way. He heard that the Xixia Kingdom was recruiting a consort, and Master Murong hurried towards Xixia after hearing the news."
"People like Young Master Murong are among the best. I'm afraid that the position of Prince Consort will be easily captured. I would like to congratulate Young Master Murong in advance. With the title of Prince Consort, there is no need to worry about the failure of great things!"
"Cousin, Prince Consort", these words were buzzing in Wang Yuyan's mind at this time, and she felt even more desolate in her heart: "Cousin, he really can't let go of the great cause of restoring the country. Yes, I'm just an ordinary girl, and
How can you compare with the Princess of Xixia?"
At this time, she thought of Wu Yazi's words before, and the trace of illusion she had about Murong Fuben was completely wiped out.
"The great monk talks too much, I'm looking for a beating!"
Bao Tong was furious and immediately struck Jiumozhi with his palm. He was neither blind nor deaf, so how could he not know what Jiumozhi was thinking.
The monk in front of him dared to interrupt what he was saying, Master Bao. He really didn't know how to write the word "death"!