Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou walked to the mountainside. Everyone had gathered. Without saying anything, they signaled Gesang to set off. A group of two hundred people flew up from the mountainside in the air, turning into streams of light, like shooting stars.
Heading towards the Hundred Thousand Mountains
Fly to the west.
After flying about three hundred miles away from the Wanyuan Mountain camp, Ye Xiaochuan looked back uneasily, feeling that something was wrong.
Yun Qiyou said: "Xiaochuan, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Xiaochuan shook his head and said: "I don't know, I feel like Monk Hua is lying to me. Forget it, with such a big name and a peerless master in the three realms of madness, how could he deceive a junior like me?"
As soon as he said this, the flower monk in Axiang's room said to Axiang: "So what if you wake up, I don't believe you dare to fight me. I'm determined to make a fortune."
Then there was a loud popping sound, and the entire wooden door flew out. At the same time, Monk Hua's fat body flew out.
Monk Hua rolled around on the ground several times, feeling a bit disgraced. He stood up, covered his buttocks, and shouted: "Smelly girl, I am your senior. Do you have any sense of respect for the elderly and the young? It hurts me to death!"
A figure slowly walked out of the room. She was not tall. She was wrapped in Miao clothing of various colors, and her head was also wrapped in a layer of floral cloth. Only her two eyes were exposed, and her appearance could not be seen.
Axiang slowly walked out of the broken door and looked up at the stars in the sky, with a bit of sadness in her eyes.
When he woke up, everything had changed and the stars were still beautiful, but he had become the most ugly person in the world.
Seeing Axiang looking up at the night sky at a forty-five-degree angle, Monk Hua rubbed his buttocks and came closer. He also stretched his head to look at the stars and said, "What are you looking at?"
Ah Xiangguan was so badly burned that he could hardly speak and could only communicate with others using his mental power.
She said: "I want you to take care of it."
After saying that, he reached out and snatched the wealth from Monk Hua's arms.
Monk Hua said with a smile: "It turns out that you have the same thoughts as me, and you are also interested in making money."
Ah Xiang said: "I thought everyone was like you. This magical bird belongs to Mr. Ye. No one can take it away."
Monk Hua was stunned for a moment, and then said in astonishment: "Ah, you are not interested in wealth, but that brat. He is your brother-in-law!"
Axiang glared at Monk Hua and said: "Let me tell you this stinky monk one last time, I am Axiang, not Yun Xie'er as you say. Yun Xie'er and Muchuzi are just my ancestors."
Monk Hua scratched his bald head and felt that this was too unfair. Isn't Ye Xiaochuan just a bit more handsome than him? Why is he so popular with women? Both men and women kill each other! Axiang seemed to have seen through his dirty thoughts and said:
"If you dare to think nonsense again, I will be rude to you. When I was put on the altar, all the tribesmen shouted to burn me to death. Only Mr. Ye came to save me. I owe him a favor. So I
I won't let you take away your wealth." Monk Hua said: "It's best to just return the favor to him as you said. If you, a little girl, really have feelings for him, you will definitely be the one who suffers. Forget it.
Okay, since you want wealth, I will sell it to you to save face and give you wealth.
Your cultivation level is good, and with Wangcai by your side, you should be able to awaken smoothly. Now that they are gone, I'd better return to the heaven as soon as possible before the gate of time and space closes."
Axiang said: "Don't look for that ghost girl anymore." Hua Monk said angrily: "What a fool. I didn't intend to waste time looking for her when I came to the world. When she has had enough fun, she will naturally go back. But what's on your body
The ghost girl can heal burn scars. If you meet her, let her help you heal them.
For treatment, tell me your name and I will definitely give you a 20% discount on the medical expenses."
Axiang tilted her head and glanced at the proud Monk Hua, and said: "Twenty percent off? You have so much face." Monk Hua chuckled and said, "That's natural. Looking at the three realms, who dares not to give me the face of Dharma? Ghost?"
Although the Tianlu muscle-building water refined by Yatou and Xiaoqi Princess can heal the burn marks on your body, your throat and trachea have been completely burned.
I will probably be a little mute for the rest of my life, and can only communicate with people through my soul."
Ah Xiang said: "This is destiny, why force it. Stinky monk, you keep saying that you are my senior. As a current senior, shouldn't you show something?"
Monk Hua immediately showed a vigilant look, covering the Qiankun storage bracelet on his wrist, and said: "What do you want to do? I am a pauper and have nothing."
Axiang said: "Although I have great power, I don't have magic weapons. You must have a lot of good things."
At daybreak, Monk Hua left, almost running away, with runny noses and tears, shouting that he was bankrupt, bankrupt... It seemed that Axiang had robbed many good treasures.
Axiang also left. There was no one left for her to miss in this Wanyuan Mountain camp. The moment her relatives and tribesmen pushed her onto the altar and sacrificed her to Chiyou's ancestors, she had no relatives left.
Axiang was flying unhappily in the air. She was playing with a fiery red fairy sword in her hand. With a little stimulation of her spiritual power, steaming flames burst out from the sword. The spiritual energy was so strong that it looked like a magical weapon at the level of an artifact.
She was very satisfied with the sword's spiritual power, but she didn't like the name. Monk Hua said the sword was called Dalong.
Dragon Divine Sword? It sounds awful, even worse than the name of Wangcai squatting on his shoulder.
So Axiang named the sword "Red Blood", which was very similar to the name of her ancestor Mu Chuzi's magic weapon Chi Hong in her memory. In addition to extorting the Red Blood Divine Sword from Monk Hua, there were also some
Other gadgets, a large Qiankun storage bag, three bottles of elixirs of unknown purpose, ninety-nine embroidery needle-shaped magic weapons, and several large packages.
Snacks from the world.
After all, Axiang is a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, and she is very greedy. She feels that these snacks are more important than those gadgets and magic weapons.
Now that Wangcai has a poor appetite, she enjoys these delicious snacks alone and soars in the sky. Her mood gradually improves and she forgets her current ugly appearance.
At dusk, Ye Xiaochuan and others had arrived at a southern Xinjiang guerrilla camp and planned to continue their journey early tomorrow morning. Axiang also fell from the sky.
The location where she was was in a mess, with a radius of more than ten miles being reduced to flat ground, and the peak in the middle was also cut in half, making it look like it was half as short as it was.
This is Muyun Peak. There was a big war here not long ago, and all traces of Muyun Village were wiped out during the war. Axiang fell on the broken mountainside of Muyun Peak, looking at the battlefield ruins around it.
, sighed softly, thinking about how to make Mu Yun
The village was rebuilt. At this moment, a female voice came from the darkness: "Who are you?"
