moonlit night

Don't look her in the eyes.

In the blink of an eye, this was the only thought that came to Huaiyuan's mind.

Those captivating peach-blossom eyes were full of charm at first glance, but in the depths of their eyes were full of infatuation and long-awaited pain, with three parts of sadness and four parts of determination, unexpectedly Huai Yuan's heart was moved, and he held his hands The flame that had approached the woman's face was extinguished without hurting her at all.

Originally, he was firm in Daoism, so naturally he was not afraid of this kind of bewitching means, but the distance was too close, and the admiration in that look was too real, which made Huaiyuan feel Dao in an instant, and after forcibly withdrawing the talisman paper, the blood in his body Tumbling, stagnating spiritual power, he couldn't use any other means for a while.

The woman in black took the opportunity to slap Huaiyuan's chest, forcing him off the painting platform, and then quickly leaned over. She didn't know what kind of ingenuity was used at the bottom of the painting platform, and the painting platform was split in two from the center, revealing the hidden Gree.

"Nephew!" Wan Qing exclaimed, and quickly reached out to catch Huaiyuan who had fallen from the stage. The latter's eyes turned black, his chest felt a sharp pain, and a salty liquid surged up from his throat, and he swallowed it again. went back.

Seeing that the woman in black had used some means to open the hidden compartment and took out the portrait, Huaiyuan waved her hand to signal Wan Qing to stay away from the painting platform, then closed her eyes slightly, her heart moved, and she said quickly:

"Those who are facing the battle, all march forward in formation."

Suddenly, the inconspicuous little beans on the ground started to move one by one, and there were more than a dozen figures shrouded in white light in the hall.As soon as those shadows condensed, they flew away, cutting off the way for the woman in black to escape from the hall from all directions.

The woman in black was tightly trapped in it, and she didn't do anything else for a while, but gracefully brushed her slightly messy hair with one hand, thinking of something.

"Who are you? What faction do you come from? Who is behind the orders?" Huaiyuan declined Wan Qing's attempt to help him, and forced himself to stand up on the table, shouting sharply.

He is quite proficient in using this formation, but every time he uses it, he must spend a lot of energy, and correspondingly, its power should not be underestimated.

The woman looked at him with a slight smile, her beautiful eyes turned around, and she looked bright, but Huaiyuan was determined not to look into her eyes anymore, she turned her head and continued: "You are not an evil thing, Poor Daoist, if you put the painting back to its original place immediately and If you tell me who ordered you, Pindao will spare you."

"If the little girl says that this painting is for saving lives, will the priest allow me to take it away?" The girl sighed, with tears welling up in her eyes, and begged, "Little girl really has to I hope that Daoist will make it come true!"

"No matter what your reasons are, this painting is a disaster," Huaiyuan said solemnly, "You should give up your mind."

Hearing this, the woman in black immediately sneered, and said Lingling: "In that case, let's do it according to our own abilities."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly pulled out the wooden hairpin spontaneously, and the hair poured down like a waterfall of ink, scattered to the ankles, and suddenly broke from the waist, scattered all over the ground.

At the same time, those generals turned into beans also bullied themselves, their spiritual power turned into physical chains, and they entangled the woman in black with all their strength, and they were about to lock her tightly.

But just when the chains were about to touch the woman, the black hair scattered all around her rose into the air spontaneously, turned into huge vines and fought with the fierce chains, and they became deadlocked for a while, and it was hard to tell the winner. .

"Nephew! Fire!" Seeing this, Wan Qing hastily handed over the fire talisman, Huaiyuan also cooperated quickly, using her spiritual power to ignite the fire extremely vigorously, and threw them into the battle circle. This action also burned a lot The vines, it's a pity that although the offensive is fierce, the reserve of talisman papers is insufficient, and those vines can't be burned out, and they can't be chopped down, which means there will be an endless supply.

The woman in black was not fond of fighting, seeing that they couldn't get rid of the vines for a while, she quickly got out from the back door with the painting in her arms, and disappeared after a few jumps.

"Yue Shengjun! Help!" Right now, Wan Qing is entangled by a huge vine, unable to move her limbs, and seeing that Huaiyuan is surrounded by vines, and the Douzi army has turned back into Douzi, so she begged Yue Qingchen very spinelessly. rise to the rescue.

The vines froze for a moment.

"Huh?" Wan Qing was taken aback, "These flakey things also know how to bully the weak and fear the strong? Just hearing the name?"

He was still muttering at this time, but the next moment, he felt a chill rushing into his body along the sleeves, and the flamboyant vines that wrapped around him before were instantly annihilated into fine ice particles.

Wan Qing turned her head and saw that the vines on Huaiyuan's side were either frozen in place or shattered into slag, she felt excited in her heart, and hurriedly shouted: "Sage, that girl ran away with the painting! Huaiyuan was also injured Already!"

"Shengjun, I'm fine." Huaiyuan seemed to feel very embarrassed, and hurriedly said loudly: "There must be someone behind that woman, and now chase after her, and I will definitely be able to find out who is behind!"

"I know." Yue Qingchen's faint voice sounded from the sky above the treasure hall, but he didn't know where the others were, "You guys are doing well, so rest assured."

After finishing speaking, Wan Qing felt that the icy coldness that went straight to the bone subsided in an instant, and there was no sound above the hall, as if Yue Qingchen had never been there.

"Uncle, am I ashamed today? Finally, I have to trouble Shengjun to save me." Huaiyuan lowered his head, with a lonely expression on his face, with indescribable frustration.

"How can you be ashamed?" Wan Qing hurriedly comforted, "You are so brave today! It's not because we are incompetent, but because the enemy is too powerful. The injury you suffered this time is called a public injury. When you go back, you must be rewarded by the suzerain You!"

Huaiyuan glanced at him, forced a smile, but then looked to the dark night outside the hall, as if he wanted to see the scene outside through the night.

Who is that woman?Does she really have something to hide?

"Master! Master!"

Suddenly there was a girl's crisp call from outside the hall, Wan Qing hurriedly let Huaiyuan sit on the spot to heal his wounds, and greeted him out. As soon as she went out, she just happened to meet Luo Qingluan who was opposite him in the uniform of Juechen's disciple.

Although Wan Qing had never met Luo Qingluan before, seeing that her clothes were almost the same as those of Jun Changye, and she kept calling "Master", she boldly speculated about the identity of this woman, and said to Luo Qingluan inscrutablely. : "Respected Master, can you look forward to Shu Shengjun on Juechen Peak?"

"Exactly! My little girl, Juechen Peak Luo Qingluan, has met Daoist Wan Qing!" Luo Qingluan gave him a dignified salute, and said, "I don't know if the master has seen my master before?"

"I've seen it, I've seen it, of course I've seen it, your master went to chase the gangster, don't worry." Wan Qing said haha ​​while exclaiming in her heart, Sister Qingluan is worthy of being Brother Ye's main palace, she looks so good She is so juicy, and she comes from a famous family. She is white and rich. What if she can get it when she grows up?

"A gangster?" Luo Qingluan bit her lips, "Master, it's true."

Wan Qing thought she was complaining that Yue Qingchen didn't tell her before doing something dangerous, which made her anxious now, and was about to comfort her a few times, but she heard Luo Qingluan say to herself: "Take everything with you." Why didn't you take me with you when it was long night? Humph, Master knows how to spoil Chang Ye! Partial! In fact, I can fight well too! No, I'm going to find them, and I must keep a good record of master's capture of Zuo Shuanghan and Right Fusheng Heroic!"

After finishing speaking, she immediately saluted Wan Qing again, then Yun Jue raised her sword and flew away quickly.

It is conceivable that these words made her image of Bai Fumei in Wan Qing's heart collapse instantly.

Unexpectedly, not long after, the ambitious little sister Luo hurried back with her sword, followed by a huge medicinal hoe-shaped magic weapon, and Ning Yuanmei in flying clothes stood in front of the magic weapon, which seemed to contain a few personal.

"Fairy Ning, do you need help?" Wan Qing shouted from below, "How is Gao Tu? Have you found it?"

Ning Yuanmei paused after hearing the sound, greeted Luo Qingluan, left the medicine hoe on the spot, and gently landed in front of Wan Qing from the air, sighing slightly: "I am worried about Taoist Lao, I have already found it, it's just the situation It's a bit tricky, and now we need to find a place to investigate for them. How is the Taoist chief? Where is my senior brother?"

"The painting thief really came tonight! But the person who came here was not the rightful owner, and ran away with the painting. The holy king followed her, and he must be able to follow the clues and take them all away."

"Then, where was the original painting?"

"Speaking of which, those old bald donkeys are really good at hiding things. They even hid the paintings in the dark compartment of the painting platform under the fake paintings. Don't you think it's funny? When they come, they go straight there and took it out without any effort."

"Effortlessly?" Ning Yuanmei's eyes froze, "Could it be the people in the temple did it?"

"There are traitors in Buddhism too?" Wan Qing was stunned for a moment, "But that's a woman, and she's a very dusty woman. Buddhism shouldn't tolerate such a woman in a pure place, right?"

"Fairy Ning, I found you!" Before Ning Yuanmei could answer, a disciple of the Lying Chan Temple came in a hurry and said hurriedly: "The situation with the Second Master Uncle has deteriorated again, can you go and see now?" ?”

"Is Master Wuwang still awake?" Ning Yuanmei frowned, "Okay, I'll go over now. Little master, can you help me clean up a few rooms next to the master's monk's room?"

"No problem!" The little monk agreed, and left in a hurry.

"Fairy is really busy with affairs," Wan Qing said with emotion, "Hurry up, don't delay!"

Ning Yuanmei nodded, smiled at him, and took the medicine hoe with Luo Qingluan to the monastery where Wuwang was.

After arriving in the courtyard, Ning Yuanmei first called his disciples to help Jun Changye Wang Le Mu Nianping and other four people who were on the medicine hoe, because they had already undergone preliminary treatment on the spot when they were in the town before, and the three other than Jun Chang Ye Everyone has also woken up, but the situation is a little different, so Ning Yuanmei asked Luo Qingluan to help them go to the surrounding houses to adjust their breathing, and ordered to add a small couch next to Wuwang's bed, and personally put it on the bed. Jun Changye brought them in so that they could take care of the situation of the two of them at the same time.

"Go out first, I'll take care of it here."

"Yes." The disciples who came with him retreated respectfully and closed the door behind them.

Ning Yuanmei sat down beside Wuwang's bed, and was about to check his state of mind and soul. When she inadvertently raised her eyes, she suddenly found that the thousand-year-old red pear plant in the yard outside the window was no longer the same as the last time I saw it. On the contrary, the branches and leaves are withered and yellow, and they are in a state of withering.

However, on the crown of the tree at the top, there is a cluster of scorching red pear buds, swaying quietly in front of the breeze, like a shy and timid beauty in red.

Looking out from the side of the bed, you can just have a panoramic view of the whole tree.

According to legend, although the Chili family is a rare sacred object, it is also extremely difficult to practice. The foundation has been built for thousands of years, and it has blossomed for thousands of years.This red pear can live to such a large size, presumably it is the holy light of the Buddhist temple that has prevented many disasters for it.

But just based on its current age, it is even more difficult to want to bloom.

Ning Yuanmei looked at the spark bud again thoughtfully, then turned her attention back to the lifeless face of the man on the couch.

This master Wuwang, who was second only to compassion in the reclining temple, is actually a poor person.