Jian Xiu was lying on the ground, with heavy snow covering his body. As the heat from his body steamed, the smell of black burnt paste filled the ice and snow.
The black linen clothes shattered into strips in the thunder, and fragments remained on the man's body. Such a tragic look could no longer be considered a piece of clothing.
Liu Yunqing was breathing heavily, and his expression had never been clearer than at this moment. He felt that he could see the sky through the layers of fog on the snowy mountain top.
"Whoosh——"
"Um?"
Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked at the source of the sound in confusion.
The next moment, a black dress was thrown over by the female cultivator, just covering his eyes.
"Hurry up and put it on. Your thunder calamity is so powerful that it won't be long before people from the Higashino family and Baili family come to inquire about it."
Zhang Yunsheng stepped forward and sat next to Liu Yunqing.
The sword cultivator took the clothes off his head, said nothing, and looked at the female cultivator in brocade clothes calmly.
"Huh? What else are you looking at?"
"……nice."
"..."
"You were awakened by Thunderbolt."
The corners of Zhang Yunsheng's mouth were slightly raised, and when he looked down from a high position, his eyes sparkled.
Such a gaze was not hot enough, but it was like a slow stew on a low fire, torturing his heart with warmth. Liu Yunqing seemed to suddenly realize something, and sat up suddenly, turned his back, and hurriedly put on his clothes.
"Why don't you let me see the contract even though it's already formed?"
“See no evil!”
Hearing this, Zhang Yunsheng looked calm. Looking at his movements, the smile on his lips gradually grew, and his temperament was calm and calm.
She was thinking, "Why does this swordsman's ears turn red so easily? What will happen to him if the two of them live in the same place from now on?"
Thinking of the two people walking side by side in the past, after a few words, they drew their swords and held their talismans towards each other. It felt like they dispersed like clouds of smoke.
She should also research some new talismans, otherwise she might not be sure of this person's current strength.
She wanted the two of them to be evenly matched, to be like roundworms in each other's stomachs, to know exactly where the sword tip was going to hit at the next moment when the wind of his sword swept past.
Liu Yunqing put on his clothes in a few moments, and Zhang Yunsheng was well prepared, even folding a white undershirt inside his black clothes for him.
He didn't care whether Zhang Yunsheng saw it or not, he just regarded it as nothing in his own eyes, and she didn't care about these details.
The sword repairer was originally a rough stone with ignorant emotions, but the corners were polished and turned into a beautiful stone with a suitable shape that can be easily held in the hand.
"Let's go."
Liu Yunqing turned around, straightened his sleeves, pulled out the silver-white sword stuck in the snow beside him, and put it back into its scabbard.
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Jiang Su took the transmission note, and the voice of the kind-hearted old monk reached his ears.
"The Taoism Forum will last for three days, with three rounds in total. It will be held on the fifteenth day of the next month under the White Pagoda of Zhenmo Temple."
The sound echoed slowly in the guest room.
'boom--'
When Jiang Su slowly put down the tea cup in his hand and knocked it gently on the wooden table, the red monk opposite him stretched out his palm in time and caught it without any sound.
"The fifteenth is the middle of next month. Liu Yunqing just hid the demon in the middle of this month. There are still twenty-eight days..."
"At the Dao Discussion Conference, monks from all over the world come to discuss Taoism. I am afraid that there will be a mixture of fish and dragons. Everyone will flock to Luolan City for a while. Especially a few days before the Dao Discussion Conference, a competition platform was built in the city, allowing monks to be in Luolan City, in full view of everyone.
Next, let’s fight to win or lose.”
"In the original work, Zhang and Liu came to Luolan City the day before the Taoist Forum. As soon as they arrived, people came here to meet Liu Yunqing for a martial arts competition. However, if he used hundreds of weapons on the night of the 15th,
The Wanling Stone contains demonic energy, so I’m afraid you’ll have to be careful on the 14th.”
"The day on the edge, if you can't hide it... then the turning point of the story will come..."
Jiang Su was calculating silently in her mind, tapping her knuckles on the table from time to time.
"Dong dong dong——"
The source of the girl's sideways voice.
Fang Zhe stood up and opened the door. At the door was the waiter in a short coat who was just downstairs. When he saw Fang Zhe, he respectfully raised the food box he was carrying.
"Sir, here is the food you just ordered. Let me put it on the table for you."
The waiter quietly opened the edge of the food box, and the aroma wafted out. From a short distance away, Jiang Su could smell what was inside.
Chicken and pork...stew...and wine?
Fang Zhe was condescending, lowered his head quietly, half-lidded his eyelids, and stared at the waiter with his dark and deep eyes.
When the waiter saw him, he felt cold all over and his hair stood on end, as if he was being stared at by a hungry wolf.
"Isn't this a Tantric Buddhist master? Why are his eyes so scary? And the girl in this room..."
Thinking of this, the waiter secretly glanced into the room, and before he could see the beauty in green clearly, the food box was snatched from his hand.
"boom--"
The door is closed.
Fang Zhe held the lunch box at the door and pulled out all the three-layer wooden boxes. There were three dishes in total, two portions of preserved fruit, and a jug of wine.
He repackaged the rest of the food, but came over with the bowl of steamed chicken and placed it on the table.
Jiang Su frowned slightly, smelling the smell and feeling strange.
"Fang Zhe and I are both monks. We never order so-called food when we go out to stay in a hotel. Even if we do, it's just for me to eat melons and get information while I'm out. I order some at random in the lobby. How can he order food?
"
Jiang Su remained motionless, sniffing the smell wafting in the air, and felt something familiar.
This is……
Western Regions...Chicken from the Western Regions...
No! This is not the local meat flavor of the Western Regions. It is mixed with soul-removing grass?! The origin of soul-removing grass is Zhongdu?!
"Fang Zhe, let's go!"
Jiang Su suddenly shouted loudly.
The next moment, the red-clothed monk picked up the collar on the back of the green-clothed girl's neck, protected her in his arms, and broke out of the window.
At the same time, a group of people broke into the guest room of the two. It was the waiter and the innkeeper who led them from behind, and they were leading ten monks. They were holding swords, guns, swords and halberds in their hands, looking majestic.
"Damn it, let them run away?!" The shopkeeper was heartbroken and looked at the waiter fiercely, "Why didn't you keep them? The king had previously ordered us to use poisonous methods to keep them.
Wait until she leads her people to come in person."
At this time, the waiter no longer hunched over, but straightened his back, holding a scimitar in his hand, curling up the corners of his mouth, and said dissatisfied: "The king said he wanted to keep that Buddhist cultivator, but he didn't say he wanted to keep that Buddhist cultivator."
Next is the woman in green."
The shopkeeper laughed angrily when he heard this, grabbed the bell in front of the waiter, pulled it off, and threw it on the ground.
"A dog's eyes can tell what is not good enough, so you have opened your spiritual orifice. You are truly unparalleled in the Western Region!"
"Let me tell you, one of those two people is the daughter of a medical fairy, and the other is a figure who can rival Jing Chao's Imperial Master. If you fail this mission, just wait to go back and receive the punishment!"
The waiter's eyes lit up slightly, and then he broke into a cold sweat. He struggled and argued:
"But... if we can compete with the monks of Jing Chao's Imperial Preceptor... how can we defeat them..."
"Hmph, I brought the king's treasure with me. Not to mention this Buddhist cultivator, even a dead person can obey me and get up from the ground!"