Yuhongting suddenly felt very sad, not for herself, but for these poor women in the world. Seeing her melancholy expression, the little maid whispered, "Miss, you are as beautiful as a fairy. You will definitely be able to find a good man to entrust you with for the rest of your life and escape from the sea of suffering."
She is still deciding whether to go or stay. The temptation of this colorful world is far better than the poverty of the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng. No wonder the master said that she could not be ordained because her fate was not over.
She walked casually, and she could feel someone following her from a distance in the chaotic crowd. His eyes were very clear, and he seemed to be able to see into the depths of Yuhongting's heart.
Needless to say, she knew who it was, the embrace she once snuggled in, and the familiar scent of herbs. From that day on, the man appeared often, albeit in the dark.
She went into a secluded alley to lure him out. However, the man disappeared into the darkness, and his breath could only be felt, but his shadow could not be seen. She was a little anxious for some reason, and said softly: "I've seen you a long time ago, show up now!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a sigh came from the darkness, and then a black shadow flashed, and two people came to her. Why two people? It was completely unexpected, and Yu Hongting couldn't help but scream in surprise.
At this time, another body technique was like a gust of wind and lightning, and it quickly passed a few moves with the previous two people, like lightning and stone fire, and they were separated at the first touch.
Que Xiu originally wanted to give the little girl a surprise, but he was attacked as soon as he showed up. Qingtian's skill has been restored, and he flies forward to fight with the man.
Yuhongting saw his face clearly and shouted: "Stop, everyone, it's one of our own!"
"Oh, we haven't seen each other for a few days, and you still have a bodyguard for that stinky girl?" Que Xiu said angrily.
Yu Hongting looked at that man, with a Chinese-character face. He was not handsome, but he gave people a cool feeling. It was the first time that she was not attracted by Qingtian's handsome face.
"Are you injured?" the man asked.
Que Xiu interjected coldly: "It seems that he is very nice and doesn't need us to worry about him. Let's go!"
Qingtian didn't say a word, turned and left with a dark face, and Que Xiu's gloating laughter came from behind: "Young Master is actually jealous, it's really rare!"
Quietness was restored, but the situation was a bit awkward. "Thank you for protecting me in secret." Yuhongting said, inexplicably remembering the scene in his arms, her face turned red.
"I was ordered by my senior brother to protect the young lady. It's dangerous outside, please come back quickly."
Where did another senior brother appear from? It was really confusing. When Yuhongting was thinking, the man had slowly left. "My name is Yuhongting, what's your name?" she asked.
"I have no response..."
Two or three miles west of Zhuji Lane, there is an ancient bluestone street, surrounded by green bamboos, which is very quiet. In front of a vermilion gate, a man was sitting on the ground. He was disheveled, his long hair hung down to cover his face, and he was motionless.
There was no wind in the quiet night, and he suddenly murmured to himself: "Since you are here, why don't you show up?"
There was a cold snort from the darkness, and then the figure flashed, and a slender girl appeared in front of him.
"I know you hate me and want to kill me wholeheartedly, but unfortunately you have no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation."
The girl was dressed in black, and her voice was clear: "My soul-stirring technique will definitely make it impossible for you to escape!"
"I want to remind you not to forget your identity. If you use lynching, you will be punished by God!"
The girl sneered and said, "You know what you have done. I kill you both in public and in private, just to comply with God's will!"
The beggar smiled helplessly: "It seems that I will not escape death today, so please do it!"
"Respect is worse than obeying orders!" the girl said through gritted teeth and formed a seal with her hands. The beggar's body trembled slightly as if he had been electrocuted. He quickly made the seal with his right hand and quickly regained his composure.
"Your soul-stirring skills have indeed improved to a higher level, but don't forget that I am a soul-refiner, and spells of this level cannot hurt me at all."
The girl smiled sweetly and said: "Of course I know you are a master, so you will be treated differently!" As she spoke, she waved her right hand lightly, and a few stars suddenly lit up around the beggar, which were not very bright, like will-o'-the-wisps.
The beggar smiled and wiped the hair in front of his face, "What kind of fame is this? Do you just want to brighten my face?"
The girl didn't respond and chanted the spell lightly. The lights around her suddenly surged and shot towards the beggar in a straight line. Moreover, the light was so powerful that the beggar's body was slowly lifted up and suspended in front of the eaves.
The girl sneered and said: "This is my newly learned 'Nine Star Burning Soul' formation. It is specially designed to deal with you cultivators. It will slowly drain your mana. Old man, just wait to die!"
The beggar sighed, his body trembling with the light, but he did not make any move.
Seeing that the spell worked, the girl felt a sense of pride on her face. Suddenly, the beggar's eyes widened, and his eyes shone brightly. His right palm glowed with blue light, condensing into a giant palm. When the girl was feeling proud, she didn't pay attention to the opponent's sudden move, and she didn't know how to respond.
Everything was a flash of lightning, the giant palm passed by her, and the person behind her was pushed far away by the force of the palm.
"Have you forgotten what I taught you? A sneak attack from behind is a despicable act and is shameful!"
The girl quickly dodged, and then she saw clearly the person behind her. He was dressed in black and had eyes wide open, as if he wanted to kill her with his eyes.
"Senior brother, this woman has tried to take your life time and time again. You must not let her go today!"
The beggar scolded: "She wants to take my life, and I am willing to do so. It has nothing to do with you! Don't interfere!"
"You are hypocritical and hypocritical. You are really a complete hypocrite!" After saying this, the girl suddenly touched her head with her hands and shook her body as if she was in great pain. "Old man, what kind of magic did you secretly use on me? I will definitely come back to settle the account with you! "After she finished speaking, her body disappeared into a dark corner and disappeared.
The beggar waved his sleeves, and the lights around him went out, and darkness returned.
Wuying stepped forward quickly and asked urgently: "Senior brother is not injured, is he?"
The beggar smiled and said: "Although she has improved her skills, she can't hurt me at all. I'm just pretending to give her some confidence."
"She wants to kill you, but you are so nice to her. I really can't understand it!"
A trace of sadness flashed across the beggar's face, "You can't blame her, this is all the debt I owe!"
As he said this, his expression suddenly turned serious, "Who followed you here? He has been hiding in the south corner."
Upon hearing this, Wuying hurriedly went to check and saw Yuhongting huddled in the corner, unconscious.
"Did she fall under that woman's spell?"
The beggar checked her pulse and then shook his head: "It's strange. She wasn't under the spell of soul-stirring, but her soul was indeed shaken and fell into coma. What's going on?"
He thought for a moment and ordered Wu Ying: "Take her back quickly, I will treat her well."
"Senior brother, I'm sorry to say too much, but you should think twice! It's not worth it to waste your energy on these irrelevant outsiders!"
The beggar smiled and said: "You used to be tight-lipped, but now you are talking eloquently. You must have been influenced by the little girl. It is true that those who are close to red are red, and those who are close to ink are black!"
One sentence was too much to say, and I was helpless and unable to deal with it.
