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The young monk didn't answer and silently turned the dragon-patterned sword across, and when he raised his eyes to look at Fang Qian, he looked like an angry King Kong.

Fang Qian casually pulled Ji Zheng behind him. He didn't draw his sword, but his whole body seemed to have the sharpness of a sword.

"Let this benefactor come in, you can't stop him." This voice came from the sweet-scented osmanthus grove, it wasn't loud but it was as clear as it was right next to the ear.

The young monk did not pause at all, he raised the dragon-patterned axe knife half a step sideways, and made a one-handed Buddha ceremony with his eyes half-closed.It's just that when Fang Qian and Ji Zheng walked into the osmanthus forest, they turned their heads to look at their backs, with indelible worries and melancholy on their faces.

Different from the bamboo forest in front, the sweet-scented osmanthus forest at this time seemed much more desolate, but Fang Qian could smell the sweet fragrance of flowers despite the fact that there was no place where a single flower bloomed.

Fang Qian didn't walk for long before he saw the monk under the tree.Unlike the solemn monk who was blocked outside the osmanthus grove, this monk only wore a bright red cassock on his upper body, revealing most of his jade-white flesh.

There was a little rouge between his brows, and a large area of ​​bright red was applied under his eyes, embellishing the original handsome appearance with a coquettish and evil charm.Although the osmanthus trees were all withered, he held a blooming osmanthus in his hand, smiled slightly at Fang Qian and said, "The poor monk has always met Wangshu Xianjun."

When Fang Qian saw the talent, he finally understood where the rouge fragrance on the sweet-scented osmanthus came from. Even if he stood at such a long distance, he could smell the rouge smell on the other person: "Don't dare, can you send my junior brother , Junior sisters are still back?"

"Young monk has never kidnapped a disciple of your sect, so how can you repay the letter?" The monk's tone was surprised, but his expression was still lazy. "However, the little monk wants to negotiate a deal with Xianjun. If Xianjun can take his disciples away and ignore the affairs here, the little monk is willing to find out the disciples of your sect on his behalf."

Fang Qian somewhat regretted bringing Ji Zheng up. Even he, the monk in front of him, couldn’t tell the depth of his cultivation, so he would become more passive with a mop bottle: “It’s okay to do it for me. I like to do it myself. Let’s change it to another one.” Now that's a good question, where is the ghost-faced man?"

"Since it's hide-and-seek, you can't let the hidden people jump out by themselves. You might as well look for it yourself." The monk sighed and seemed a little regretful, and his figure disappeared like a ghost in the blink of an eye.

Fang Qian stood in place without moving. After Heng Ku left, the entire osmanthus forest underwent subtle changes. The entrance where he came from behind has now disappeared.

"Why didn't you catch up just now?" Ji Zheng had an intuition that if Fang Qian wanted to chase, he wouldn't let the monstrous monk escape.His only reason for not chasing after him was... himself?

"I've never been good at formations. What can I do if I catch up?" Fang Qian looked at the sword in his hand with some headaches. This piece of sweet-scented osmanthus forest.

Ji Zheng was silent for a while: "Brother, this sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming."

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree, which was still dead branches just now, hung clusters of sweet-scented osmanthus in an instant, and the petals fell one after another after the wind passed.

"People in this city are probably obsessed with osmanthus." Fang Qian raised his hand and took off the osmanthus that was on Ji Zheng's head: "Let's go."

Fang Qian's movements were so natural that before Ji Zheng could react, the sweet-scented osmanthus fell to the ground.Ji Zheng unconsciously touched the top of the hair that Fang Qian had just touched, the force was so gentle, he hadn't felt it before it was gone.

Ji Zheng paused for a moment before catching up. He wanted to tug on Fang Qian's clothes, but restrainedly pulled them back.

The person in front of him was obviously still out of tune as before, but he always inadvertently gave him a little sweetness that he had never tasted before, like honey sprinkled on the tip of a knife.Knowing that what she is greedy for is just a fake sweet, she almost falls into it time and time again.

Ji Zheng bit his lip and followed Fang Qian silently, until he tasted the sweetness of blood in his mouth, he did not let go.

The mountain behind Yuntai Temple was originally not big, but this osmanthus forest seemed to have no end. Seeing that the dusk was approaching, Fang Qian and the two were still in this flower forest.

Fang Qian walked under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, looked at the familiar sword marks on the trunk and sighed, he couldn't control his hand that was about to cut down the tree.

Before he could take any action, he saw Ji Zheng climbed up the trunk of the osmanthus tree which was more than ten meters away, and climbed to the top of the tree in a few strokes.

Fang Qian stood behind Ji Zheng in a flash. The distance between the two was too close. Ji Zheng was startled and almost fell from above, but someone grabbed his collar again.

"How dare you climb a tree if you're so stupid?" Fang Qian's smiling voice sounded in his ears. He was talking to Ji Zheng, but his eyes were looking around.

This illusion made sure that Fang Qian had no way to leave from the sky, even if Yujian flew, he would always return to the ground unknowingly, so he would not find a way out from above.There is no cover up on the canopy. From here, it is still the barren osmanthus forest, and the end can be seen at a glance.

From the canopy, you can see the temple not far away, and hear the bells in the twilight.

It might be easy to leave this weird osmanthus forest by walking from above, but the purpose of Fang Qian's coming here is not to leave.

His gaze turned to the depths of the sweet-scented osmanthus forest. From here, he could see a simple thatched hut. Perhaps because he was still in the illusion, Fang Qian could not detect the movement inside the hut.

Fang Qian looked down at the child in his hand, and the two looked at each other silently.Fang Qian rubbed the center of his eyebrows, threw the person on his back and carried him on his back: "Grab it well." Then he tiptoed and leaped towards the thatched cottage.

Ji Zheng hugged Fang Qian's neck subconsciously. This person was very warm and had a faint fragrance of flowers on his body.

Ji Zheng was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sniff his nose, only to find that his clothes were more smeared with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus. His expression darkened, and he couldn't tell whether he was relieved or disappointed.

Fang Qian had already felt it when Ji Zheng was inhaling. He couldn't help shrinking his neck, looked at the sky and secretly guessed that the wolf cub was probably hungry.

Now that he was able to tell the direction, Fang Qian came to the thatched hut in a few minutes, and he was not in a hurry to go in. After putting Ji Zheng down, he took out two meat buns from the storage bag and stuffed them into Ji Zheng's hands: " Eat it, I feel like I've been abused as a child laborer."

Ji Zheng: "..." When did this person stuff the meat buns into the storage bag? !

Fang Qian, who consciously completed the feeding task, led Ji Zheng, who was eating meat buns, into the thatched cottage.

The thatched cottage is obviously on the edge of the illusion, and the moment I walked into the thatched cottage, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming outside disappeared again.

The thatched hut was not big, only a set of straw mats. The round-faced junior sister at the outer door was tied up and sat on the straw mats, with a piece of white cloth stuffed inside.Seeing Fang Qian's appearance, he made an unusually excited whine, and his big eyes were round and round, looking pitiful.

Fang Qian took half a step forward, hesitating for a while considering the issue of intimacy between men and women.In the end, he casually put Ji Zheng forward who was still gnawing on the cold steamed stuffed bun expressionlessly. "Time to work."

Ji Zheng swallowed the last mouthful of buns indifferently, looked at the oil on his hands, and directly pulled the cloth strip from the opponent's mouth, and wiped his hands with a clean place by the way.

The round-faced junior sister looked at Fang Qian begging for help, and two lines of tears rolled down: "Eldest brother, go and save senior brother Yu Ji and the others!"

Fang Qian sighed, and his fingertips did not touch the girl's face, but with a light hand, the tears on her face disappeared: "Don't worry, speak slowly."

The round-faced junior sister took a deep breath: "After we were in Yuntai Temple, Senior Brother Yu Ji wanted to visit the Osmanthus Forest, but the monk guarding outside the forest said that this is a forbidden area and cannot enter. Senior Brother Yu Ji had a conflict with him, and while fighting I rushed into the sweet-scented osmanthus forest. Then a demon or a monk suddenly appeared and threw us all into the sweet-scented osmanthus forest. In the forest we saw a man with a ghost face... Then I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I was tied here."

When she spoke, Ji Zheng had already untied all the ropes on her body. The little girl moved her painful wrist, and her tears seemed to flow down again: "That demon monk said that he had no intention of becoming an enemy of Tai Heng. The matter is over. As long as we leave, Senior Brother Yu Ji and the others will naturally be able to go back."

"Looks like last night you said you wanted to play hide-and-seek with me just to lure me away so that you could be taken hostage and force us to leave." Fang Qian stood at the window: "I just don't understand. I have been acting separately from you since I entered the city. With the skill of that monk, it is easy to tie you up, why did you wait until you arrive in this sweet-scented osmanthus forest?"

"Unless he can't leave this place either."

"As expected of Immortal Wangshu, I specially invited a little pilgrim to help me yesterday, and gave an osmanthus to the most beautiful person to lead you over." Heng Ku's soft voice came from above. "I can only come out in spring and winter every year to do what I want to do. But it is only in this sweet-scented osmanthus forest. This is an agreement reached between me and the host of Yuntai Temple."

Fang Qian stood where he was, but looked outside the house. There was a figure hidden in the shadows, which was unreal: "Aren't you afraid that the child was not delivered, or sent to someone else by mistake?"

"Then it's just that there is no fate between us." There was a smile in Heng Ku's voice: "What's more, who in this mortal world can compare with Wangshu Xianjun? As long as Xianjun appears, the sweet-scented osmanthus will definitely come to you hands."

Fang Qian knew that he must have another way to control the child, so he was not interested in listening to his nonsense: "All you want to do is help a pervert escape from here?"

Heng Ku nodded and said seriously: "What he did is very interesting, I want to wait for a result. How about this, after he leaves here, you can do whatever you want."

Fang Qian drew his sword straight away, pointing at Hengku: "Coincidentally, I'm not interested in what he's doing. I just want him to fail. What do you think I should do?"