Huanhua woke up, and the sun was dazzling. She looked around and saw a birch forest, green mountains in the distance, and heavy fog. She stood up, the fallen leaves were soft under her feet, and her head felt dizzy. what happened? She remembered that she was fighting against the Snow Wolf clan, and they were so outnumbered that they could not defeat them. Could it be that an expert saved him?
She shouted loudly: "Which senior is lending a helping hand? Please show up and see me!" She shouted several times, but the surroundings were silent except for the whimpering sound of the wind blowing through the trees.
Huanhua had no choice but to go down the mountain, looking a little dazed. In the small town at the foot of the mountain, there was an endless stream of people, but Huanhua couldn't cheer up. After walking for a while, a figure in the crowd caught her eye. He was wearing a colorful cassock and holding a celadon bowl in his hand. Why was he like this?
She quickly took a few steps to block his way.
Qi Jue was taken aback and blurted out: "Why is it you? This is impossible?"
"You're a fake monk. You don't love the ecstasy, so you've come to the demon world?"
"This is the human world, not the demon world." Qi Jue replied, taking a few steps quickly to get away from Huanhua.
Huanhua chased after them, and the two of them left the busy city and came to the wilderness. Seeing that there was no one around, Huanhua's expression changed, "Fake monk, come and compete with me!"
Qi Jue said: "I have said many times that young monks are not good at fighting. Please let me go!"
Huanhua didn't answer. She used her palm as a sword and struck a few quick moves. Qi Jue dodged and retreated step by step. After only a few moves, Huanhua's palm knife was pressed against her throat. "Woman, don't kill the young monk!"
Huanhua sighed and said, "It seems you didn't save me! Besides, you are of low moral character and are really not qualified to enter my "Demon Code"."
She was a little disappointed and waved gently to leave. Qi Jue let out a long breath and looked at the girl's back. He felt disappointed again and stopped talking several times.
After thinking for a long time, he suddenly touched the ground with his palm, and a black vortex surged and engulfed him.
Wuwanghai Lingding Island is surrounded by thick fog and haze. There is a large hall lying quietly in it, like a dormant giant beast.
Qi Jue walked into the hall, and felt a gloomy atmosphere, making him shudder. The blue will-o'-the-wisp is ethereal, captivating and intimidating. At this time, a deep voice came from deep in the hall: "I didn't expect that I was demoted to the desert without mercy, and there are still people coming to visit me? Come closer and let me see clearly."
Qi Jue stepped forward to greet him and said, "See you, Mr. Shaojun. How are you?"
Wushu huddled lazily on the chair, and his expression perked up when he saw him, "You were born because of me. I heard that it made Lao Ma and a bunch of other people confused, which can be regarded as a relief for me. Tell me, Why are you looking for me?"
"I would like to ask, Young Master, can a mortal's numerology be changed?"
His words touched Wushu's painful point, and he sighed: "As far as I know, it's impossible. It was because of this that I fell out with Lao Ma back then, and I made a big mistake."
"But I saw a mortal. According to her previous numerology, she should have died in a foreign land. But I just saw her. Not only did she survive, but her fortune also changed."
Wushu sat up in surprise, "This is impossible! Lao Ma said that the numerology of mortals is the result of the chaos of the Samsara Cauldron and cannot be controlled by human power."
The young monk got the answer he wanted and bowed out. The six gods and masters of Wushu stood there for a moment, and then ordered Gong Qi, the ghost general beside him, "Immediately activate the internal line of the Reincarnation Hall to investigate this matter!"
Gong Qi said: "But Young Master, this little demon clearly wants to take advantage of the conflict between you and Ma Laosheng and profit from it. Why don't you take precautions?"
"I also want to use his hand to cause trouble for Lao Ma, and we understand each other tacitly!"
In Jinling in October, there is continuous drizzle, the ancient bluestone road and the sound of wooden clogs. Qi Jue's cassock was already soaked, and he didn't even notice it. Looking at the misty rain, it seems that the rain has not stopped yet.
He stopped and said to the forest: "Aren't you not interested in the little monk? Why have you followed me for so long?"
Huanhua smiled and showed her figure, "You are a fake monk. Your Taoism is not deep, but it is very interesting. I am a little bit interested again!"
Qi Jue said seriously: "I promise you, if I compete with you, if you beat me, you will tell you the secret of my magic power and my past and present life, and let you write it into the "Demon Code"."
Huanhua shook her head, "I made it clear before that your magic power is very weak and you are not qualified to enter my tome. Therefore, the competition is unnecessary."
Qi Jue's eyes were sharp and he was angry. Black energy rose up around him, his eyes were as bright as a torch. He raised his arms, and the surrounding trees suddenly grew into towering proportions. Countless black vines broke out of the ground, winding and snaking, forming an instant A closed, dark space.
Huanhua was taken aback, "Looking at your true body as black as jade, you should be from the earth or metal system. Why do you have such a powerful wood spell?"
Qi Jue twisted his fingers lightly, and the black vines suddenly exploded, turning into countless black sharp arrows and shooting out. Black snakes flew across the sky, and their momentum was not inferior to Huanhua's Flying Snow Shadow Sword.
"If you can beat me, I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
His words aroused Huanhua's heroic spirit, and she raised her sword, shining brightly, "So you hide it so deeply? I will definitely defeat you in today's battle. You will tell me honestly when the time comes, and you are not allowed to hide anything."
When her sword energy was overflowing, Qi Jue hurriedly stopped his moves and said, "Young monk, you have been tired all the way. You can't win with force. How about we agree to fight another day?"
"Very good, see you in Xiling Panshi Valley in three days..."
The light rain still hasn't stopped, and the mountains are covered with mist. Huanhua came slowly holding a red paper umbrella. In the past three days, she planned carefully. The wood type was best at binding and poisoning. She found the solution one by one. She was full of confidence and determined to win.
By then, the fake monk would be beaten to the point where he would have teeth all over the floor and beg for mercy again and again. Just thinking about it made her laugh out loud. Turning into the rugged path of the valley, there are huge rocks in front of us, with different shapes, each weighing more than ten thousand. When you are among them, you feel extremely small.
Huanhua jumped up onto a boulder and shouted, "I'm here, please show up!"
After calling three times, a chuckle came from the side, "I haven't seen you for a few years. Your magic power has greatly increased and you are full of vitality. I am very happy for my brother."
Huanhua was shocked when she heard this, turned around and ran away. A flash of white light flashed through her, and she seemed to have hit a wall and was bounced back. Huanhua jumped up hastily, wanting to fly into the sky. A transparent cover fell over her head, trapping her inside. Huanhua slashed furiously with her sword, but no harm was done.
"Sister, with your current skills, you cannot break through my brother's 'Xuantian Cover', please save your energy!"
Huanhua was so angry that she could only plead in a low voice, "Good brother, you love me the most. My masterpiece is not yet completed, so I can't let it fail. Give me another year, I will definitely go back, whether I am imprisoned, married, or my sister." admit."
Murong Hao was dressed in white and had a calm demeanor. "My father searched all over the world to find you. He had trouble sleeping and eating. My mother was worried too much and her temples were stained with frost. Sister, please stop being so petty and follow me back home!"
Huanhua was extremely frustrated and asked casually: "How did you know I was here?" Such a question was super unnecessary, and she was already gritting her teeth with hatred.
"Thanks to a secret report from a friend in the world, I got your whereabouts. I owe you a favor to the boss..."
The Spring Festival has just passed and the Lantern Festival is coming soon. The colorful lanterns hanging high in Jinling City create a festive scene. The girls in Chunxiang Pavilion all put on colorful clothes, showed off their beauty and coquettishness, and business was much more popular than before.
In the elegant room on the top floor, sandalwood fragrance filled the air, and bursts of music came from the piano. Qi Jue was sitting and drinking tea, and the beautiful music of the piano lingered in his ears, making people wander and fall into mist.
At this time, a cold wind blew through the window, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Xingrui was considerate and immediately turned off the music of the piano and asked the maid to close the windows and light up the fire. After a while, the room felt warm, but Qi Jue's face was full of worry.
"Master is a master of Taoism. What worries you?"
"The young monk's practice is far from enough. He is bothered by the trivial matters of the world. This is also the only way to practice." He stood up and said: "Every time I come to Jinling, I bother the girl. There is no reward. I also do my best and play the piano for the girl. Let’s say thank you!”
The two exchanged seats, Qi Jue adjusted his clothes, and tapped the strings with his fingers, and the tinkling sound was like a waterfall, which could not be stopped. The sound of his piano is majestic, like the roar of thousands of horses and the roar of the wind. After one song, the sound of the piano lingers around the beams, making people's blood rush.
"The master's piano skills are astonishing! It's just such a quiet night that you play this song 'Ambush from Flying Daggers', which is inappropriate for this scene!"
Qi Jue pressed his hands lightly to smooth out the lingering sound, and said with a wry smile: "The young monk has sinned so much that he has nowhere to escape!"
Before he finished speaking, someone broke in through the window, carrying a gust of cold wind, and pierced Qi Jue's chest with a sword in his hand. He didn't move, his sword was only three inches away from his chest before he stopped. It turned out that Xingrui bound her figure with a fox tail.
"Sister, let me go and let me kill this treacherous fake monk."
Xingrui retracted her fox tail, pulled her into her arms, grabbed the sword, and restrained her gently. "Sister, are you crazy? Why are you so unreasonable to Master?"
Huanhua spat: "What master? You tricked me into a trap, had someone escort me, and went home. I reflected in the ancestral hall for a month without seeing the light of day. I was disturbed in every possible way by a group of matchmakers. If I hadn't been clever enough to escape, , I don’t know which bastard I would have entered the bridal chamber with!”
Xingrui smiled and said: "What kind of hatred do I think? Isn't it just a joke? Today, I spent a lot of money to bring out the fine wine in my collection. I won't come back until I'm drunk."
Huanhua was still reluctant in every possible way. When the good wine and food were served, she ate and drank as much as she could, and soon her murderous aura disappeared and she returned to her former self.
Xingrui secretly laughed, "Why are you still shouting and killing? Isn't this a problem that can be solved with a good meal of wine and food?"
After drinking for three rounds, Huanhua suddenly woke up and pointed out to Qi Jue: "Why don't you, a monk, avoid meat and fish?"
"The young monk cultivates his mind and virtue, but does not cultivate his mouth."
"That's beautiful. It turns out he's a drunkard monk."
"Girl, you are serious! The young monk never violates the sexual precepts."
"Hmph, you have quibbled thousands of times, but you are still a flower monk and a fake monk..."
The two bickered happily, and Xingrui hurriedly blocked Huanhua's mouth with a few glasses of wine, which soon made the girl a little tipsy.
It was late at night after removing the leftovers and finishing the cleaning. Huanhua nestled in Xingrui's arms, feeling lazy and tired, about to fall asleep. Xingrui suddenly asked Qi Jue seriously: "Master never lies. There must be a reason why you coaxed Huanhua to go home. Can you reveal the secret and tell the truth?"
"The young monk can understand people's numerology. Huanhua should have died in a foreign country and returned to the underworld a year ago."
The two looked at each other in shock, Huanhua said: "I encountered danger in the northern desert wasteland of the Demon Realm, but then I escaped without any reason."
"That's because an expert saved you, changed your numerology, and extended your life."
Huanhua let out a long breath, but Qi Jue changed the topic: "But your life is only for one more year, and your end will soon be approaching..."
