The female channel who wears books, is killed by the heroine on her wedding day

After listening to the storyteller's story about the Golden Ping Mei for a while, some of the men present burst out laughing, while some of the women turned red and looked a little unnatural.

This Jin Ping Mei is simply an obscene book and must be banned.

The person who wrote this book must not be a good person either.

On the second floor.

Su Qingcheng looked at Ye Lingtian speechlessly. This Jin Ping Mei must have been made by Ye Lingtian.

The last time Qingqing showed her and Qin Jianjia, they were just obscene poems and bad lyrics, and what the storyteller told was the main text!

Ye Lingtian is indeed a big pervert.

Ye Lingtian said righteously: "Qingcheng, please don't think too much. This book was not written by this young master."

"Haha! Who do you think the Third Young Master wrote?"

Su Qingcheng asked sarcastically, only a pervert like Ye Lingtian could write such a lewd book, who else could it be but him?

Ye Lingtian said seriously: "This is written by Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng."

"Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng?"

Su Qingcheng glanced at Ye Lingtian, naturally not believing this guy's lies.

"Okay! That's all for today."

A smile appeared on the storyteller's face. Ever since the Golden Lotus came out, he couldn't put it down and read it several times a day.

Sometimes he is very curious about who this anonymous person is, who can actually write such wonderful books as The Plum in the Golden Ping and The Confusion of the World.

He dared to talk about Jin Ping Mei, but as for Na Jun Confused the World, he didn't dare to mention it at all, because the title of the book is strange, and the content of the book is even more strange.

"May I ask this gentleman, do you know who this unknown person is?"

Some people curiously asked the storyteller, they wanted to know who wrote such a lewd book.

The storyteller shook his head and said, "I only got this book by chance. As for the author of the book, I don't know."

A woman sneered and said: "The person who wrote this book must be a prodigal, so he dare not show his true colors to others."

Someone retorted: "According to rumors, this book may have been written by Yan Shengle, the son of Xueyue."

When the storyteller heard this, he laughed and said: "I can tell you for sure that this book was not written by Yan Shengle. Although Yan Shengle has poetic talent, he cannot write such a masterpiece, and he does not have the courage."

Everyone was a little confused, why was the storyteller so sure?

"A masterpiece!"

Su Qingcheng looked at Ye Lingtian with disgust, withdrew her hand and walked to her room.

......

Four days later.

Some martial arts people rushed to Hanshan Temple in advance, planning to rest there for a day before participating in the martial arts conference tomorrow.

As for the purpose, it is naturally to explore the whereabouts of the Immortality Seal in advance. There are many people interested in this object.

"Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are homes deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers!"

On a road, Ye Lingtian was sitting on a horse, holding Su Qingcheng's waist tightly with his hands, and reciting poems with a contented expression.

Su Qingcheng finally knew how Qin Jianjia felt last time. That bastard Ye Lingtian kept pinching her belly, which was extremely disgusting.

"Sir, don't we have a carriage? Why not take a carriage?"

Su Qingcheng subconsciously reached for Ye Lingtian's hand, only to find that the guy was so close that he couldn't pull away.

Ye Lingtian said matter-of-factly: "The road up the mountain is too rough and it's inconvenient to take a carriage."

"Then please relax your hands, please? It's very uncomfortable for you to hold me like this..."

Su Qingcheng was speechless. This guy was simply a scoundrel and had no master's training at all.

"All right!"

Ye Lingtian relaxed his hands lightly.

Seeing this, Su Qingcheng pushed Ye Lingtian off the horse in an instant, with a proud smile on his face: "Master, I'll wait for you at Hanshan Temple!"

After saying that, he galloped away on his horse.

Ye Lingtian was lying on the ground with a smile on his face.

"Can you still laugh at a time like this?"

A clear and pleasant voice sounded, and Mu Xueli appeared here.

Ye Lingtian asked: "How was it going when you fought her?"

Mu Xueli chuckled and said: "It was a simple fight, not a big battle, but she is very strong. I have no confidence that I can win her, and I don't want to fight her to the death."

Ye Lingtian sighed: "Being entangled with her is indeed a big trouble."

Mu Xueli stared at Ye Lingtian with a strange expression: "What happened to you and her in the Medicine King Valley? Her murderous intention is very strong, and she probably won't let you go."

"It's hard to describe!"

Ye Lingtian looked at the sky lazily.

Mu Xueli thought for a moment: "If you can find the person in the cold pool, maybe I can block it for you."

"Qi Qingsi? It's hard to say whether we can find her, and even if we find her, she may not take action for me."

Ye Lingtian said with a smile.

Mu Xueli said: "Qi Qingsi has a quirk, that is, the person she wants to kill must be killed by herself. If others dare to get involved, she will definitely not agree. Maybe you can take advantage of it."

Ye Lingtian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You want me to provoke two killer stars."

Mu Xueli smiled and said: "That's all, you can make your own decision."

After saying that, she flew away.

"Hey!"

Ye Lingtian got up from the ground and left in another direction.

......

Under Hanshan Temple.

There is a cold pool that is ten thousand feet deep and has no bottom.

Around Hantan, there are more than a dozen powerful monks taking turns guarding it day and night.

"Uncle Zhao, this is it!"

Not far away, a light flashed in Hua Jieyu's eyes.

Zhao Shanhe and Nian Hongyu stared at the cold pool ahead. After their verification, they found that the saint did not die directly, but fell into the cold pool.

This time when they came to Hanshan Temple, their purpose was to find Qi Qingsi, and even if the other party died, they would take her bones back.

Zhao Shanhe didn't waste any time and flew forward instantly to deal with these monks quickly.

"Who?"

Seeing Zhao Shanhe rushing over, these monks' eyes narrowed and they immediately took action.

boom!

Zhao Shanhe waved his hand with great force, knocking out several monks in front of him, and the other monks rushed up.

"court death!"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was about to pull out the Shanhe Sword.

"Amitabha! Donor Zhao, you are fine!"

A voice of compassion sounded, and an old monk wearing cassocks appeared in the field. The old monk clasped his hands together. The aura on his body was very strong. He was a powerful man at the level of a grand master.

"Zen Master Wuxiang!"

Zhao Shanhe ignored the old monk in front of him.

Zen Master Wuxiang, an existence in the middle stage of the Grand Master, is one of the two Grand Masters of Hanshan Temple, and his strength is second only to Master Kumu.

Zen Master Wuxiang looked at Zhao Shanhe and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that after twenty years of not seeing each other, not only did Almsgiver Zhao's cultivation level recover, but he also made further progress. What a joy to congratulate!"

"is it?"

Zhao Shanhe instantly pulled out the Shanhe Sword and slashed at Zen Master Wuxiang.

Zen Master Wuxiang did not dare to be careless and waved the big palm of Kasyapa to fight.

The remaining monks rushed towards Hua Jieyu and Nian Hongyu.

The war begins.

"It seems that I still think highly of Zhao Shanhe..."

Ye Lingtian, who was hiding in the dark, sneaked into the cold pool quietly. If he wanted to find Qi Qingsi, he had to take action himself.