The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

Liujianzong wanted to form a friendship with Piaoxiu Pavilion with Qin and Jin, so he had to show sincerity.

Elder Qu of Liujianzong and his apprentice Ren Huaying personally visited, and the two flew from Liujianzong all the way to Jinguan City, not far from Piaoxiu Pavilion.

Jinguan City is under the jurisdiction of Piaoxiu Pavilion, because Piaoxiu Pavilion only accepts female disciples, so there are many beautiful female cultivators in Jinguan City.

"Master, I don't know what the chief disciple of Piaoxiu Pavilion looks like." Ren Huaying couldn't help asking, looking at the female cultivators passing by in the market from time to time.

Qu Huairen glanced at him and said seriously: "No matter what she looks like, you have to be serious!"

Ren Huaying nodded obediently, "Master, this apprentice knows." Anyway, it's just for the sake of friendship between the two factions. He doesn't care much about the other party's appearance, but it would be better if it looks good.

Qu Huairen led him to an inn, and said: "The teacher still needs to deal with some things, you wait here for the teacher first, if the teacher has not come back before dark, you should rest first, we will have a rest tomorrow morning Then go to the Piaoxiu Pavilion."

Ren Huaying asked: "Master, can't disciples go together?"

Qu Huairen said solemnly: "No, you just wait here as a teacher."

Ren Huaying had to stay in the inn temporarily.

After Qu Huairen left, Ren Huaying practiced alone in her room until night, seeing that her master hadn't returned yet, she wanted to go out and visit Jinguan City.

The scenery of Jinguan City is beautiful, and even the houses are more exquisite than other places. Most of the goods sold in the market are things that fairies love, so it is very interesting for him to stroll around.

Not long after, he walked to a lake, and the lake surface became more and more quiet and deep under the light.There is a stone bridge on the lake. The stone bridge is simple and elegant. He climbed up the steps and stood on the bridge to enjoy the scenery of the lake.

At this moment, a graceful woman with a light veil walked behind him, carrying a gust of fragrance, light and elegant, elegant and fragrant, Ren Huaying couldn't help looking back.

Just when the breeze hit, a corner of the woman's veil was lifted slightly, and Ren Huaying's eyes widened immediately.

"My handkerchief!" The woman exclaimed, reaching out her hand to catch the handkerchief blown by the wind, but the handkerchief had been blown away by the wind and was about to fall on the lake.

Ren Huaying immediately jumped to the surface of the lake, reached out to catch the soft brocade handkerchief, stepped lightly on the lake with her toes, returned to the bridge, handed the brocade handkerchief to the woman, and said, "Girl, your handkerchief."

The woman took it, her eyebrows slightly raised, "Thank you, Ninglu." Even the voice was sweet and moving.

Ren Huaying only felt numb in her heart, "My next Ren Huaying, I have seen Miss Ninglu."

Ning Lu laughed softly, "Young Master Ren, you don't need to be polite, Ning Lu is going home, so take your leave."

Before Ren Huaying could say anything, Ning Lu had already turned around and left. He could only stare at her graceful back in a daze. He didn't react until she turned a street and the corners of her clothes disappeared, and he quickly followed, quietly following her behind her.

The woman walked slowly, passed through several streets, came to a secluded courtyard, opened the door and entered.

Ren Huaying stood in front of the door, looked at the closed courtyard door, and thought: It's so late, since he already knows where the other party lives, he should come back when he has time, if the master came back suddenly and saw that he was not there, he might have to reprimand him again .

He was about to turn around and leave, but he heard an exclamation from the courtyard: "Who are you? Let me go! Let me go!"

Ren Huaying's heart moved, and his spiritual sense swept away, and found that there were a few more male cultivators in the foundation building stage in the courtyard. He kicked open the door and found that those male cultivators had suppressed Ning Lu to the ground, and even tried to tear off her clothes. skirt.

Ning Lu and several male cultivators all looked towards the gate of the courtyard when they heard the sound.Seeing him, she condensed her face with tears, and said in tears, "Young Master Ren, save me... um..."

A male cultivator stuffed a brocade handkerchief into the female cultivator's mouth, making her unable to speak. Several other male cultivators stared at Ren Huaying covetously.

"What? Want a hero to save the beauty? Overestimate yourself!" One of the male cultivators looked Ren Huaying up and down, and said contemptuously.

Ren Huaying suddenly felt angry, except for Ji Lin, that bald donkey who didn't take him seriously, no one else had shown such contemptuous expressions towards him, they were looking for death!

It's just a few monks in the foundation building stage, he is a great power in the late Nascent Soul, he can squeeze them to pieces with a flick of his fingers!

"Let go of her! Otherwise..." Ren Huaying unsheathed her long sword, pointed at several people and threatened.

"Why so much nonsense? Just rely on you?" An ordinary long sword appeared in a male cultivator's hand and stabbed him directly!

However, how can a mayfly shake a tree?Ren Huaying didn't even move, the long sword in his palm screamed out, wounding the male cultivator on the ground effortlessly, and then returned to his hand.

"I'll say it again, let her go!" Ren Huaying stood awe-inspiring with a long sword in her hand.

Ning Lu looked at him with admiration and gratitude.

The remaining male cultivators looked at each other and said, "Let's go together!"

Ren Huaying really didn't like the little ants in the foundation building stage, so he directly knocked them all down with a move of Chasing the Cloud and Chasing the Moon.

"How are you?" He walked up to Ning Lu and asked.

Ning Lu got up from the ground, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at him Yingying: "Thank you for saving me, my lord, I'm fine."

It was only then that Ren Huaying could see Ning Lu's face clearly, it was glamorous and captivating, he was used to seeing those wood-like female cultivators, although they were also beautiful, they were all exactly the same, as if they were carved out of the same mold, there was no Little bit of cuteness.

"Does the girl live here alone?" He couldn't feel the mana fluctuations in Ning Lu, and felt that she must be just a mortal girl living in Jinguan City.

Ning Lu nodded slightly, revealing the jade neck that was faintly visible in the collar, her skin was creamy and flawless.

Ren Huaying felt itchy in her heart, how could such a stunner be cultivated in those sects?

"Well, I am the only one left in my family now, and I have been guarding this house alone for five years." Ning Lu's eyes were sad, and Ren Huaying felt pity for her.

"The girl must have been frightened tonight, right? This house is not safe now, why don't you just go to the inn over there for one night." Ren Huaying showed a worried expression, looking like a gentleman.

Ning Lu looked hesitantly at the male cultivators lying on the ground, and said, "Then what should they do?"

Ren Huaying looked at them, with a stern look in his eyes, but he smiled and said: "Since you are fine, in case they have troubles in the future, why not just abolish their cultivation and let them live, what do you think?"

Condensed eyes like autumn water, "Young Master Ren is really kind."

Seeing her like this, Ren Huaying couldn't help feeling a little swollen inside. He walked towards several male cultivators and said, "Miss Ninglu, I've dealt with them all, so you can leave with me."

Ning Lu suddenly appeared next to his ear, took a breath, and said softly, "Sorry, that's not possible."

Ren Huaying's eyes widened in an instant, she looked down at the tip of the sword exposed through her dantian, and roared in disbelief, Ning Lu smiled and stirred randomly at his dantian with the sword, saying: "I made you hurt, does it hurt? "

The Nascent Soul at Ren Huaying's dantian was severely injured, and she immediately left her body, trying to escape, Ning Lu narrowed her eyes, and stretched out her hand to grab the opponent's Nascent Soul.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly struck down in midair, "Who dares to hurt my apprentice?"

Ning Lu's complexion changed slightly, and she disappeared into the courtyard together with several male cultivators who had already got up.

Qu Huairen could no longer take care of them, he quickly protected Ren Huaying's Nascent Soul, carried his body, and went straight to Piaoxiu Pavilion.

After Condensation disappeared in the house, it reappeared in another house not far away.

"Your Majesty, fortunately, my subordinates did not disgrace their lives!"

Lu Qiuming's eyes darkened, "That's right, let's go down."

Ning Lu stepped back respectfully and left the yard.

"Monk." Lu Qiuming walked to a room and called out.

He Jilin opened the door, "Has the matter been settled?"

"Well," Lu Qiuming apologized, "it's just that he escaped."

He Jilin looked at him carefully, and suddenly said: "Since you have achieved your goal, you don't need to show me such an expression."

Lu Qiuming restrained his expression and said, "I'm sorry."

He Jilin is probably the only one who can make the devil say sorry willingly, but He Jilin said that he is not rare at all!

Lu Qiuming deceived him time and time again. This time he wanted to abolish Ren Huaying himself, but Lu Qiuming stopped him. Lu Qiuming persuaded him: "Although your Buddhist sect emphasizes karma, you monks still don't know what to do. It's better to be stained with blood, how about I help you?"

He replied like this at the time: "You have not yet recovered your cultivation, how can you beat Ren Huaying?"

Lu Qiuming smiled and said: "Although my cultivation is not good, I still have the Demon Palace, and there are not as few masters in the Demon Palace as you think." Then Lu Qiuming revealed his strategy.

After hearing this, he felt that this strategy was good, and he was not the kind of person who insisted on killing enemies with his hands, so he agreed.

But who knew, Lu Qiuming actually told him that Ren Huaying had run away!

Don't think that he, He Jilin, is a fool. He is grateful for being deceived. Ren Huaying's escape must have been done on purpose by Lu Qiuming. As for his purpose, it is not yet known.

He Jilin tried hard to suppress the displeasure in his heart, and said expressionlessly: "The benefactor Luqiu doesn't need to apologize to the poor monk, the poor monk deserves it. Now that this matter is over, the poor monk will leave tomorrow to return to the sect." After saying that, He is about to close the door.

Lu Qiuming resisted forcefully, "Are you angry?"

"No." He Jilin raised his eyes and said, "The poor monk is going to rest, and the benefactor Luqiu should also rest earlier."

Lu Qiuming looked at him for a few seconds, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up, "It turns out that monks are angry like this. I thought you monks were calm and never angry. The monks were like this before, unlike now, when you are popular. A lot."

He Jilin was startled, he still couldn't cultivate well, yet he showed his emotions so much?Or have you accepted and integrated into this world?

He looked at Lu Qiuming quietly, "A monk is also an ordinary person. If Lu Qiu's benefactor is fine, please go back."

Lu Qiuming nodded understandingly, "Did you just say that you will return to the sect tomorrow?"

"Exactly."

Lu Qiuming looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "I'm afraid it won't work."

"Why?" He Jilin thought to himself what Lu Qiuming was trying to trick.

At this time, Ning Lu suddenly came to the courtyard and said respectfully: "My lord, Piaoxiu Pavilion has blocked Jinguan City, and now it is difficult for us to leave the city."

Lu Qiuming looked at He Jilin and smiled.

He Jilin silently closed the door, tsk, out of sight is pure.