"A guy like you can be considered a novice monk?"
When Li Qiu Shui saw the monk in front of him, who had a bare head but a red beard, his eyes were full of contempt.
It wasn't that Li Qiu Shui looked down on Jiumozhi in front of him, but that during those years when Jiumozhi was her guest, he could be considered a little monk with white lips and red teeth.
But time is like a knife, and Jiumozhi is only in his early thirties now. However, living on the plateau for many years, coupled with the countless martial arts skills that Jiumozhi has practiced, has turned his beard into a light red color.
This appearance really made Li Qiu Shui a little unhappy.
Especially when he thought that the monk in front of him was his former guest, his displeasure naturally turned into such sarcastic words.
"Throughout the years of spring, autumn, winter and summer, Benefactor Li's martial arts skills are profound and unpredictable, and he can naturally stay young forever."
"The young monk is just an ordinary person. He has only just glimpsed the path of martial arts. Time has eroded him, but he has lost his original appearance."
Jiumozhi also knew that the woman in front of him was moody, especially fond of beautiful young men. In addition, at least half of his martial arts background was behind Li Qiu Shui. Even though Li Qiu Shui's words were thorny, Jiumozhi still seemed to be the same little monk who was trying to please people in front of the bed.
"You are already at the fourth level of innateness, don't tell me that you can't tell that I have a human skin mask on my face!"
"Those words, if spoken by a twenty-year-old you, would naturally be sweet to the heart. But with your appearance now, you don't have to say such compliments to me anymore. It sounds a bit disgusting."
Li Qiushui did not give Jiumozhi any face, and kept saying such cruel words.
She was able to recognize Jiumozhi Dao not because of anything else, but because she was the only one who inherited the Small No-Phase Kung Fu. For a person like Jiumozhi who was addicted to martial arts and became crazy, there was a small Wuxiang Kung Fu in every movement he walked or lying down. Gong shadow.
After some further thinking, Li Qiushui naturally remembered who Jiumozhi was in front of him.
“The face can be faked, but Donor Li’s skin cannot be faked!”
"As far as the young monk is concerned, Donor Li will still be the goddess in the young monk's heart in a hundred or thousand years!"
If those people in Tubo knew that their national advisor said such disgusting words, they would probably have to re-select their imperial advisor.
However, Jiumozhi is too familiar with Li QiuShui. The woman in front of him is not only moody, but also has a frighteningly high level of strength. Jiumozhi is indeed at the fourth level of innateness, but in front of Li QiuShui, he can still sense a crisis. fear.
"It's such a pity. If you could look like you were twenty years old again, I wouldn't mind fighting with you again."
"With a mouth like yours, it's not surprising that you could become the Tubo Imperial Master."
"There is no need to please me. You have integrated my little phaseless skill into your own martial arts. If you please me again, I will not be able to match your martial arts."
Li Qiushui listened to Jiumozhi's words, and the sarcasm on his face slowly disappeared. When he looked at Jiumozhi in front of him, he sighed slowly again.
If Jiumozhi's eloquence was not good, he would not have been able to please her and take the Xiaowuxiang Kung from her hands.
If Jiumo was not good at intelligence or eloquence, even if he was highly accomplished in martial arts, he might be able to overwhelm so many Tibetan lamas and become the national master of a country.
"Every word of what the young monk said comes from his heart!"
Jiumozhi only remained humble, as if he was really the young monk on the mountain who was greedy for the tenderness of a human girl.
"sincere……"
"If you are sincere, why not go over Nanshan and go to the depths of Nanshan for me to see the man of God?"
Li Qiushui saw that Jiumozhi in front of him seemed to be the infatuated monk on the mountain. He rolled his eyes, and there was a trace of sadness and resentment on the corner of his mouth. There was autumn water flowing in his eyes, just like the beautiful lady's plaintive sigh and plea. .
"…………"
Jiumozhi's heart pounded fiercely after listening to Li Qiushui's words.
He really couldn't help but pretend to be the Jiumozhi who once had no power to restrain a chicken. Coupled with the fact that Jiumozhi knew Li Qiushui's style, it became more and more smooth with him.
But how could he have imagined that as his words became more and more beautiful, the woman in front of him was actually going to die on his own?
"Little monk..."
Jiumozhi opened his mouth, wanting to say more words.
But seeing Li Qiu Shui's eyes that seemed to contain a pool of autumn water, and seeing the look of Li Qiu Shui's face that looked like a fairy before the dust, filled with hope and yearning, Jiumozhi did not refuse directly for a moment.
Everyone says that it is difficult for a hero to be a beauty, but it is also difficult for Buddha!
Ananda would rather be a stone bridge for five hundred years and be subject to wind and rain. What's more, Jiumozhi is still many years away from the realm of Buddha!
It is true that Jiumozhi was a martial arts fanatic at this time, but how could it be possible for a man in his early thirties to say that his heart was not fluttering when he saw the only woman in his life?
Maybe it will take a few years for Jiumozhi to live, and when Jiumozhi himself wants to be a human being but cannot, then he will probably be the real martial arts idiot Jiumozhi.
"What, don't you dare?"
Seeing Jiumozhi's appearance, Li Qiushui's smile became brighter and brighter.
Regardless of whether Jiumozhi's previous words were true or false, she could see clearly that the no longer good-looking monk in front of her was really thinking about her old love!
"If this is Donor Li's request, then the young monk is willing to do it for Donor Li."
"It's just that after this incident, the young monk no longer owes Almsgiver Li anything, okay?"
Jiumozhi was silent for a long time. After a while, he lowered his head and recited Amitabha. When he raised his head again, he looked directly at Li Qiushui in front of him and expressed his inner appeal.
Jiumozhi, Jiumozhi!
It can be said that Jiumozhi is evil, it can be said that Jiumozhi will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, and it can be said that Jiumozhi is good at fame and fortune.
But Jiumozhi still has the heart of Buddha, and he is worthy of his name as a monk.
"You don't owe me anything."
"You please me, and I'll reward you with your half-completed little Wuxiang Kung Fu. It's just a deal."
"To tell you the truth, the god went down the mountain, and the yellow demon in the mountain also followed the god. At this time, there were only the king Xianggong of the Central Plains court, my senior brother who had turned into Kunpeng and Two nephews."
When Li Qiushui heard Jiumozhi's words, the smile on his face disappeared again, replaced by a look of a goddess who did not disturb the dust.
God knows what Jiumozhi said was wrong and made the woman in front of him feel bad.
But it's strange that Li Qiu Shui actually knew that Yuan Sheng was taking Huang Xiao down the mountain. And listening to Li Qiu Shui's words, it seemed that even if she didn't have Jiumozhi, she would probably go into the mountain herself?
If it wasn't for entering the mountain, how could Li Qiu Shui know so clearly about the people in the mountain?
As for how Li Qiushui found Yuan Sheng and went down the mountain?
When Yuan Sheng came from the top of Nanshan Mountain, he did not cover himself up. Naturally, there were warriors from all walks of life who saw Yuan Sheng and Huang Xiao on the way.
Yuan Sheng erased the memory of his meeting with the sweeping monk, but he never erased the memory of those Jianghu people who saw him coming down the mountain from Nanshan. This was the reason why Li Qiushui knew that the god had gone down the mountain.
Not only Li Qiushui, but also Xiao Yuanshan and Wu Xingyun in the mountain, as well as Wang Jiantong and Abbot Xuanci, all knew that the god had gone down the mountain.
The other people in the Jianghu community would not have thought much even if they knew that Yuan Sheng was going down the mountain.
But at this time, among the people in the mountain, Abbot Xuanci was as loyal as he was traitorous, Wang Jiantong was scheming and unstoppable, and Xiao Yuanshan was alone and daring.
As for Li Qiu Shui and Wu Xingyun, these two people already knew that their senior brother was in the mountain. They had been happy for decades. In addition, Wu Yazi now did not know whether he was alive or dead. Wu Xingyun and Li Qiu Shui naturally wanted to go into the mountain.
It's just that these people are the best among the best. They are either testing people, waiting, or secretly spreading news. From beginning to end, no one is the first to take the lead.
Li Qiu Shui chose to wait for the first person to enter the mountain to appear, but when he met Jiumozhi by chance, Li Qiu Shui naturally did not hesitate to make an extra bet.
"The mountains are empty?"
Jiumozhi arrived late, and in addition, his appearance did not look like that of a martial artist from the Central Plains. The martial artists in the mountains did not want to have much contact with Jiumozhi. Even if someone was secretly spreading the news, Jiumozhi was always the same. Nothing gained.
"Yes, the mountains are empty!"
"The man of God has the ability to know the world and the world. Just throwing out some stone slabs contains the master's martial arts."
"But the God-man's own magical powers have never been leaked from the beginning to the end!"
"Now that the gods have left, the gods' dojo in the mountains may contain the secrets of immortals and gods. If ordinary people can obtain them, there may not be a second immortal in the world."
"If I tell you this, are you willing to go into the mountains?"
Li Qiushui looked at Jiumozhi in front of him with his hands on his chest, looking down at him, and said these words slowly.
"this……"
Jiumozhi listened to Li Qiushui's words, and the greed in his heart seemed to be awakened at this moment, and he could almost see a look of struggle and hesitation in his eyes.
"Ah!!!"
When Li Qiushui saw Jiumozhi like this, he didn't say anything more to him. After a moment, he was like a ghost floating in the forest, leaving the still struggling Jiu in the empty place. Mozhi.
…………
"Sir, if you leave like this, aren't you afraid that the property in the mountain will be stolen by those Jianghu people?"
Two hundred miles south of Guishan Mountain, in an unknown valley, a monk and a scholar were sitting in front of a pond in the valley.
The monk seemed to have thought of something. While waiting for the fishing rod in his hand, he turned his head and asked Yuan Sheng in a low voice. His cautious appearance was no longer in awe, but more like disturbing the fish in the pool.
"If someone can take it away, it's too late for me to be happy, so why would I be worried?"
"The news that I came down from the mountain was not concealed. If those Jianghu people have the ability to empty the books in my buildings, I will admit it!"
Yuan Sheng did not deliberately lower his voice, but his voice only sounded in the monk's ears, but could not be heard at all outside.
"Then if the Jianghu people who have entered the mountain behave randomly, won't they mess up Mr.'s blessed land and cave?"
Seeing Yuan Sheng's mysterious method, the monk seemed not to be outdone, so he also formed a line and transmitted his own voice to Yuan Sheng's ears.
"Are you acting recklessly?"
"It's not that Yuan is boasting, it's that the martial arts warriors in the mountains are not qualified yet!"
"If there are really people who can act recklessly in my mountain, then it also proves that this world is only three to five years away from being a martial arts heavenly being!"
Yuan Sheng listened to the monk's words with a mysterious smile on his face.
Behind them, Huang Xiao, no bigger than a native dog, fluttered butterflies on the grass.
"Sir, what you said made the old monk very excited!"
"After I don't know my way back, does this old monk have a chance to try it out? Can he go to the Master's dojo and behave recklessly?"
The monk and the scholar walked chivalrously together, and they were less in awe of each other and more familiar with each other. After walking together for two hundred miles, the monk was able to joke with Yuan Sheng.
"If the monk is willing to give it a try, what's the harm in letting the monk give it a try after returning home?"
"I'm just afraid that Yuan's methods will make the monk have inner demons in his heart!"
"And those martial arts warriors, I don't know if they will blame me when they can't sleep in the future..."
Give it another chapter and try it out!
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