Nan Chan

"I advise you to turn around and do the right thing, but you are still obsessed with it." Drunk Mountain Monk's face was livid, "Lord Linsong fell into the devil and murdered his father. Everyone got to kill him. He died in front of the real Buddha altar. Since you want to worship him, Then I will give you a ride tonight!"

The magic wand swished and turned into the wind, and the drunk mountain monk suddenly jumped up.But seeing the golden light wave, all the furnishings of the inn were crushed into powder.Jing Lin fell to the ground, and the folding fan flew, hitting the back of Cang Ji's head.Cang Ji caught it with his hands, and closed his fans with a "snap".

"Since I want the rest of his things." Jing Lin said, "Go get it yourself."

The Drunken Mountain Monk had already jumped in front of him, and the entire wooden ladder collapsed.The falling magic wand swept off the wooden pillar and took it straight to Cang Ji's waist, but saw the top pillar of the inn "crack" suddenly broke, the high roof tilted instantly, Cang Ji stepped on the top of the falling magic wand, and a leaf hit the top of the falling magic wand. leap forward.The house swayed, collapsed and stuck close to Cang Ji's heels, Drunken Mountain Monk hit the ground with his stick, and rushed up with his strength, chasing after him.

Cang Ji stopped quickly, the falling magic wand swept by the wind, the golden light brushed against the side causing a tingling pain, scales appeared, and he turned his head suddenly.Where the Drunken Mountain Monk stepped, the tiles flew across the ground, seeing Cang Ji stop, how could he miss this opportunity, and immediately the stick shook towards Cang Ji's waist.

The strong wind is facing the face, and everything around is blurred!

Cang Ji's hair was blown backwards, and his footsteps suddenly became messy amidst the overwhelming power, with flaws all over his body.Jing Lin's folding fan was turned into the palm of his hand, and Cang Ji pulled out the sword flower abruptly, swung the fan around, and turned out to be Shi Shi's drunken swordsmanship that night.A gust of wind turned around and swam with the tip of the fan, pushing aside the drunken mountain monk's magic wand.

All things in this world except water, only wind can overcome rigidity with softness.Drunken Mountain Monk's stick is like a human being, once it is used, it will be thunderous.Now when encountering this Drunken Sword, it seems that all the strength has been thrown into the teasing, the blow is neither fatal nor injured.

It's a pity that Cang Ji's rough imitation, the strong wind is intermittent, and he barely responds with his dexterity.The wind turned his head for a while, and he couldn't hold back his strength for a while, although he was quite good, he still stumbled.The Drunken Mountain Monk had long been impatient, and he was like a tiger hitting the wind with a stick.The folding fan was just a vulgar thing that Jing Lin found from a small street shop to play with, and immediately broke the fan with a "stab".The force of the stick struck against him, causing Cang Ji's inner spirit to twitch, and he was a little dizzy.He retreated swiftly with his feet, splashing the ground like dumplings under the tiles.

But against the Drunken Mountain Monk, he couldn't retreat.Seeing that the Drunken Mountain Monk's power suddenly rose, the more he beat, the harder he beat!

The fan wood was shattered and shattered overnight.

Cang Ji's sleeves were blowing, and just as he was about to turn his hands into claws, he felt his wrists tighten and was pulled backwards.The Ying line is as thin as nothing at night, but it was Cang Ji who tied it at the beginning.The Drunken Mountain Monk followed closely, and with a "heh" in his mouth, he was about to hit him here!

The cold wind came from the back of Cang Ji's neck, Jing Lin had fallen behind him at some point, his palms slid over his shoulders, and gently pushed between his wrists: "My heart is calm. I can't be in a hurry when I meet this person."

The wind turned the fan tips, and the originally noisy and chaotic atmosphere was settled in an instant.The night wind swims with his arms like water, and Cang Ji's turbulent spiritual sea suddenly calms down.He leaned against Jinglin, but felt vast and boundless.The wind in my ear is calm, and the looming sound of pines is like a tide.Jing Lin's icy fingers were lightly wrapped around his wrists, and the Drunken Mountain Monk's strength melted into the shadow of the fan and the sound of the wind like a sinking ocean.

Cang Ji couldn't see Jing Lin, but could feel Jing Lin everywhere.Jing Lin's breath was close to the back of his neck, and the hot touch surged forward, rushing all the way to Cang Ji's limbs and bones.He was sober, but at this moment he was really a little drunk.The chaotic and disordered aura of his body was pulled by that cold hand, swept away the haze, circulated all over his body, and turned it into his own use.

"Practice what you have learned." Jing Lin reminded his ears, "Everything in this world has traces that can be broken, even if he is as majestic as he is, he must hide his flaws."

Lowering the magic wand and hitting the body hard, Cang Ji is as stable as Mount Tai.The folding fan is lifted horizontally, the wind blows the sky, and the prestigious stick is lightly pushed away.The body of the stick fell to the ground, Drunken Mountain Monk's whole body sank, he stepped steadily, and hit back against the force!The stick light scraped the stone and bricks on the ground, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Smash your three souls and six souls, let's see how you can bewitch you!"

A strong wind hit his face, and Jing Lin flew back with his sleeves.His body looks like a white bird, it looks like it will fall if it is lightly scratched.Cang Ji's scales covered his arms, his sleeves shattered under the unparalleled pressure, and his arms turned into claws.The Drunken Mountain Monk approached with his staff, Cang Ji shook his arms violently, carried the staff with one claw, and stepped on the ground.

The golden light hit the arm, and the sound of the scales being sharp and scraping was harsh.The Drunken Mountain Monk gritted his teeth and pressed down, Cang Ji's feet sank into the ground, he heard the pain of bones being crushed, and saw the golden light swell and turn his sides.Cang Ji was sweating on his temples, he heard Jing Lin say "here we come", and the other claw hit the ground suddenly!

Gangfeng Shenling exploded from the soles of Drunken Mountain Monk's feet, and his golden rod slid, revealing flaws.Cang Ji held his magic wand back, making the drunk mountain monk unable to retreat in a hurry.Cang Ji followed the sliding step and approached, the two clashed at their feet, Cang Ji's slam force was terrifying, and he lifted the drunk mountain monk's shoulder.Tens of thousands of hectares of spiritual energy converged in this moment, Drunken Mountain Monk felt that the nightmare of that night had recurred backwards, his spiritual energy was strongly reversed, and his internal organs were turned upside down by the spirit of the same pulse.Then he hit the back of the head and was forced down by Cang Ji!

The inn lacked support and collapsed in response.Drunken Mountain Monk's head was on the ground, unable to lift his arms, he choked up blood in the confusion, only to realize that his head was bleeding.The falling magic wand fell to the ground with a "bang", and Drunk Mountain Monk struggled for a while, only to feel the severe pain in the shoulder that was taken, as if it was burning.

He can fight anyone, but he never expected to fight half of himself!

"It's a monster..." Drunken Mountain Monk gritted his teeth and sneered in his throat, "Swallowed half of my father... It's amazing!"

Cang Ji's breathing was unstable, and his arms lost strength, but he didn't expect the force of this blow to be so strong.It can be seen that although he swallows it quickly, he may not be able to use it for his own use.He is like a jade in the rough, Drunken Mountain Monk said it right, he needs a master.

Jing Lin pushed aside the gravel and stopped in front of the Drunken Mountain Monk.Drunken Mountain Monk stared at him with his head up, and said viciously: "Where are you running? I will chase you like a mad dog! Who are you... who are you!"

Jing Lin lowered his eyes to look at him, and said: "Why do you demean yourself, there are countless mad dogs in those nine days, but you are still a human being."

"You have the intention to raise a tiger." The drunken mountain monk panted like a cow, looked at Jing Lin, but pointed to Cang Ji, "You have bad intentions, and you want to raise this monster, what is your intention!"

"I want to commit a crime." Jing Lin said, "He doesn't know the world yet, so he is not evil."

"I'll wait for the rainy day!" Drunken Mountain Monk wiped off the blood, "When he grows up, he can swallow the heavens and gods, and he can turn the clouds and rain down, and there will be countless casualties, so why should he be blamed!"

"You can't figure it out yourself, so why bother to think about the future of others." Jing Lin said coldly, "Since you want to escape from the world of mortals, why don't you dig out your heart and find out."

Drunken Mountain Monk was furious: "I shaved off my will, so I have no feelings!"

Jing Lin didn't answer, but the silence made the drunk mountain monk even more angry. He clutched his chest almost madly, and said harshly: "I'm ruthless! Only the word 'love' is the most difficult word in this world. I have never touched it. ..." He gritted his teeth in hatred, "I haven't touched it!"

"The bald donkey is lying to ghosts." Cang Ji raised his arms back, but his eyes were full of malice, "It seems that you have touched it deeply. You say that the six roots are clean, but you think of the red dust in your heart." He mocked, "Okay shameless."

The Drunken Mountain Monk said in pain, "...shut up!"

Cang Ji sniffed out bigger openings, as he used to do, compared to physical pain, it seemed that it would be more satisfying to break one's heart.Once he is allowed to get a gap, he will persevere in pursuit of victory, the more painful the person, the faster he will be.But he wisely didn't attack at this moment, because Jinglin was by his side, he didn't want to make any troubles at this time, but it's uncertain in the future.

Drunken Mountain Monk scratched Qingpi's head, hating the word "love" deeply.He was not like ordinary people, he suddenly went crazy and forgot where he was.He murmured to himself: "You bloody mouth! I have scraped my bones and hair several times, and I have long since cast away the mundane world and eradicated the roots of love! Me, me!" He said loudly like crazy, "I don't remember who... I didn't miss anyone ...Why are you still refusing to let me go!"

He cried and laughed absurdly, and he rolled on the ground and kept thinking.

Cang Ji pressed on Jing Lin's shoulder, and he supported him forward.There was no sound in the city, all monsters rushed into the mountains, and dilapidated houses can be seen everywhere, all of which were knocked down by the previous one.

"I thought he was an expert." Cang Ji, whose sleeves were shaved bald, put his bare arms on Jing Lin's shoulders, and said, "So he's a lunatic."

Jing Lin said: "He was never crazy before."

"How do I know what he was like in the past." Cang Ji leaned against Jing Lin, "You tell me and I will listen."

"...It's been too long." Jing Lin supported his waist and said, "I don't remember that you only hurt your arm just now."

"Who said that?" Cang Ji raised his left leg, "There is no pain in the whole body. Where are we going? What about Gu Shen?"

"He can't leave this city." Jing Lin said, "Look for a place to sleep, Drunk Mountain Monk won't leave for a while."

"My arms are weak." Cang Ji said, "I won't be able to change clothes later."

Jing Lin then said: "Use your feet."

Cang Ji sneered: "Why don't you tell me to use my mouth."

"You still have such special abilities."

Cang Ji knocked sideways: "Is the Drunken Mountain Monk called the Drunken Mountain Monk?"

"Before ascension, he should have had a common name, but when he knelt on the altar, he threw everything away, and he was only called Drunken Mountain Monk from then on."

"Jing Lin." Cang Ji asked sideways, "Is the word 'love' difficult to deal with?"

With a calm face, Jing Lin kicked open the uncollapsed door.The monster ran quickly, and the carrot that fell to the ground should be a rabbit spirit.Jing Lin supported Cang Ji to enter the door, then let go of his hand, turned around and looked for the stone.

"I do not know--"

Jing Lin's voice had not yet fallen, but her wrists were strongly shackled.Cang Ji oppressed him, fixed his wrists on top of his head, and pressed against the wall.The sleeves slipped off, exposing the neck along with the wrists.The tip of the beast's nose lingered on the smooth nape of the neck, causing Jing Lin's skin to tremble.

A person's appearance can be disguised, and his words can be controlled, but he cannot and cannot instigate his body to pretend to be harmless.For example, at this moment, Jing Lin's expression has not changed, but the back of his neck has already betrayed him.

"Practice what you have learned." Cang Ji repeated Jing Lin's words, "Everything in this world really has traces."

Jing Lin didn't say a word, Cang Ji buried his head on the back of his neck, took a deep breath, and sprayed his breath: "What do you want to do, do you want to be my master or my father? Have fun and explain it as soon as possible."