"Aning, why are those people beating you? I think they are all Immortal Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm."
"Yes, yes, it's too much to hit you, a mortal."
The boy and the duck squatted in front of the girl's bed and chatted. The girl pursed her pale lips and said nothing. After a long time, she said lightly to Lin Xiaolu:
"You saved me today, and I will repay you in the future."
"Oh, what's the point." Lin Xiaolu laughed: "I am a martial arts practitioner. We martial arts practitioners are originally meant to be chivalrous and righteous. What's more, we are all friends, and we have to talk when we go out to hang out. Loyal."
After speaking, he then asked: "A Ning, are you in any trouble? Tell me and I will help you solve it."
The handsome duck nodded repeatedly at the side: "My eldest brother is very powerful. He can kill the monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm in an instant. If you have any trouble, woman, please tell me immediately and make my eldest brother happy."
Aning looked at the boy and the duck in front of him, pursed his lips, and then spoke expressionlessly:
"I'm in big trouble. If you save me once, I can't afford the reward anymore. I don't like to owe favors."
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu was stunned, and Shuaishuaiya was also stunned for a moment.
The room suddenly fell into deathly silence. After a moment, Lin Xiaolu suddenly exhaled and showed a smiling face:
"Okay, the doctor said that your injury is quite serious and you need to recuperate. I am not a cultivator, so I don't have the means to treat your injuries. An Ning, just rest here for a while."
After saying that, he stood up and left with a smile.
The handsome duck watched the young man leave, then looked at Aning who was sitting by the bed, scratched his head with his wings, and finally "hummed" at her angrily.
"I don't know why you are so proud all day long. My boss and I still treat you as a good friend and talk to you about our loyalty. But in the end, you actually talk to your boss about remuneration. Can loyalty be measured by remuneration? I should have known it. You shouldn't have let the boss save you, it's really annoying."
After saying that, Handsome Duck twisted his butt and left the room with his little feet.
After they both left, the girl was the only one left in the room. She sat silently, then looked at the black cloth bag placed on the bedside, tears welling up in her eyes.
After a long time, she picked up the black cloth bag, held it in her arms, and held it tightly.
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"Brother, are you angry with that woman? It's too much. You saved her, and she still looks like that. I can't stand it anymore."
In a market in Yanmenguan, Lin Xiaolu was wandering on the crowded streets while listening to Handsome Duck complaining.
"Keep your voice down so that others can hear you. Others will be frightened."
"No, brother, aren't you angry?"
"I was a little angry at first, but now I'm not angry anymore." Lin Xiaolu said while squatting in front of a stall to pick fruits.
"Uncle, how do you sell this watermelon?"
"A penny a pound."
"Is it sweet?"
"It must be sweet. If it's not sweet, it doesn't cost any money."
"Oh, give me two that are not sweet."
Stall owner:? ? ?
Lin Xiaolu picked two unsweet watermelons, put them in a basket and carried them in his hand, and said to Shuai Shuai Ya: "A Ning is just keeping a distance from us because he is afraid of injuring us."
The handsome duck was stunned and looked at the young man in surprise: "Boss, how do you know?"
"Guess."
Handsome Duck:......
"Then do we still need to care about her?" Handsome Duck continued to ask.
"Let's forget about it for now. If she insists on leaving, we can't stop her. But if we meet her, we will definitely have to save her if she is in danger. People who practice martial arts can't be justified in seeing injustice on the road."
"Okay, brother, you are quite responsible."
"Hehe, that's right."
One person and one duck continued to wander leisurely on the street, and not long after, Lin Xiaolu suddenly saw a big, shiny bald head vaguely appearing among the crowds of pedestrians in front of him, shining in the sun, conspicuous very.
He was surprised on the spot:
"Oh shit! There's something about the bald donkey in Miduoludu Temple. He was so virtuous after being beaten by me that he can come out for a walk so quickly."
After saying that, he couldn't wait to greet Shuai Shuaiya and said: "None of these dead bald donkeys are good. Come on, let's go and beat him up again."
"Haha, okay boss!"
In the bustling market, Lin Xiaolu and Shuai Shuaiya squeezed through the crowd and headed straight for the eye-catching bald head.
But the bald man seemed to have discovered them. He didn't turn around to look at them, but he walked faster and faster, and soon he slipped into a deserted mud alley.
"The bald donkey is quite a thief. He must have discovered us. It's a pity that he met the top tyrant of Donggua Village!"
Lin Xiaolu turned into the alley with Shuai Shuaiya, and then saw the monk's back.
This mud alley is a dead end. At this moment, the monk is wearing a pure white monk's robe, with his back to Lin Xiaolu and Handsome Duck, standing quietly in the alley.
Lin Xiaolu was stunned when he saw his figure. He was a little surprised. The bald donkey in front of him seemed not as fat as the bald donkeys in Amitabha Temple. On the contrary, he was thin and a bit short. He felt that he was not taller than himself.
The handsome duck was also startled. He blinked at the monk and then looked at Lin Xiaolu.
"Brother, this doesn't seem to be the bald donkeys from Amitabha Temple, isn't it?"
"Hmm... I guess they are not the ones who were beaten by me." Lin Xiaolu hesitated for a moment and then shouted:
"Hey! Are you one of those bald donkeys from Amitabha Temple?"
After the words fell, a clear young voice sounded after a moment.
"The two donors may have recognized the wrong person."
After saying that, the monk turned around, revealing his whole face.
This is a rather handsome young monk, about the same age as Lin Xiaolu. He looks about eleven or twelve years old. He looks very delicate, but there is a black lump on his forehead, which seems to affect his aesthetics.
At this moment, he turned around and glanced at Lin Xiaolu's navy blue Taoist robe. He was also slightly startled. Then he clasped his hands very obediently and said, "It turns out to be a Taoist master. The young monk is rude."
Lin Xiaolu looked at him in confusion and asked, "Aren't you the bald donkey from Amitabha Temple?"
The little monk smiled and shook his head.
"The young monk is from Wuxin Temple."
"Wuxin Temple? Where is that?" Lin Xiaolu looked at him several times in surprise, then waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, forget it, anyway, I don't like seeing bald donkeys."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed at the little monk, shouting angrily: "Little bald donkey, take off your pants!"
The little monk was startled when he heard this, and his face turned pale. He looked at the fierce-looking Lin Xiaolu. After hesitating for a moment, he said softly in a trembling voice: "No, no more~"
As soon as the handsome duck heard that he said no, he immediately became unhappy. He stood at Lin Xiaolu's feet, put his wings on his hips, and shouted: "Take it off if you are told. If you keep inking me, I will kill you, believe it or not."
The little monk was startled again when he saw that the handsome duck could actually talk. Then he looked at Lin Xiaolu in surprise:
"It turns out that the donor is also a monk. The young monk is rude."
Lin Xiaolu was slightly startled: "Yeah? Could it be that you are a Buddhist monk?"
The little monk smiled and said, "Yes."
Lin Xiaolu was a little interested when he heard this. This was the first time he saw a Buddhist monk, so he looked at the young monk several times, and then introduced himself: "My name is Lin Xiaolu, I am from Emei, little bald donkey." what is your name?"
"It turned out to be a donor from Emei, disrespectful."
The young monk held rosary beads in his palms, turned his back to the mud wall, and once again faced Lin Xiaolu with his hands clasped together, showing great compassion, and said respectfully:
"The Dharma is inherently unintentional, and I am inherently Wutainless. The poor monk's Dharma name is Wutainless!"
