The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

He Jilin turned around and supported Lu Qiuming, Lu Qiuming smiled, "I'm fine."

He Jilin looked at his pierced waist and abdomen, where there were still a few sharp knives, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "The defense of your snake clan is just a display?"

Lu Qiuming was taken aback, and laughed at himself, "Did you see through?" He didn't mean to be a hero, he subconsciously wanted to protect the monk, but for some reason he relaxed his defense at the last moment, but unexpectedly he was despised by the monk.

"The poor monk will help you." He Jilin came behind him, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled it out forcefully.

Lu Qiuming's blood spattered and he snorted, "Monk, you are so ruthless."

He Jilin threw the knife away, glanced at him and said: "You should have such awareness if you let the poor monk lead the way. Besides, the attacks of these blades are only equivalent to the Nascent Soul Stage. Who else can you blame for your injuries?"

Lu Qiuming smiled wryly, took out the medicine and swallowed it himself, practiced on the spot for a while, the wound healed slightly, he got up and said: "Go on, follow me."

I just want to spend more time with the monk, why is it so difficult?The monk really didn't understand the style.

Regretted in his heart, he slowly avoided the formations and traps and walked forward.

"Monk, how long do you think these alone can stop them?"

He Jilin thought for a while, and said: "If there is only Tianyi Sect, unless they alarm the closed-door ancestors in the sect, they may never be able to attack the Demon Palace, but if all the sects attack together, they may not be able to resist for long .”

Lu Qiuming smiled, "Monk, how much do you know about the Demon Palace and various schools?"

He Jilin shook his head, "Except Rufo Sect, I only know the general idea."

Lu Qiuming clutched his stomach and went to sit under a tree, and said: "Before Xiao Wu told me that you thought there were monsters who had infiltrated the human world and acted as a hindrance, I deeply believed it." He Jilin continued, "It's just that there are not many people among the monster clan who like to use tricks. They usually like to fight the enemy with real swords and guns. It's only..."

"Who are you?" Two men and a woman dressed as disciples of the Tianyi Sect suddenly appeared in front of them. They took a step back and asked with surprise on their faces.

"Amitabha." He Jilin replied.

"Are you from the Rufo sect? Rufo sect also sent someone here?" One of the handsome-looking male disciples looked at He Jilin and asked.

Another male disciple with a feminine appearance looked at Lu Qiuming sitting there, frowning slightly.The female disciple looked at He Jilin several times, and suddenly asked: "Are you monk Jilin?"

"It's the poor monk."

The male disciple who was looking at Lu Qiuming frowned even more, "Then you are Lu Qiuming?"

He Jilin: ...Zhengdao is tacitly acquiescing that he and Lu Qiuming go in and out together?

Lu Qiuming was still sitting there, and said, "It's the deity."

The three of them all took a few steps back, they only had the cultivation bases of Jindan and Nascent Soul stage, how could they be against two great abilities equivalent to the late stage of leaving the body?

The well-looking male disciple looked at He Jilin and said: "Jilin, I once respected you as a model for the younger generation in the cultivation world, set you as my goal, and hoped to learn from you one day, but unexpectedly It was in such a scene." His eyes were full of disapproval and regret for He Jilin.

He Jilin looked at him indifferently, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

"Yeah, Jilin, why can't you figure out why you want to fall into the devil's way?" the female cultivator asked in confusion.

Lu Qiuming stood up at this time, and said coldly: "The way is different, and we don't conspire with each other. Could it be that destroying the devil's palace and slaughtering innocent people is what you call the righteous way?"

"When did we massacre the innocent?" the male disciple asked.

"Do you know how many innocent people there are in the Demon Palace?"

"How can there be innocent people in the devil's palace?" the feminine male disciple said disdainfully.

This is the right attitude.

Lu Qiuming took out a pitch-black long sword, and the blade had complex golden lines, which were the same as the black lines on He Jilin's Buddhist stick.

He Jilin glanced at him and took a step back.

Lu Qiuming alone is enough to deal with three people, he doesn't need to fight.

The three people on the opposite side showed fear and looked at each other a few times, then Zhou Zhengnan's disciple suddenly said: "Ji Lin! Are you just sitting back and watching?"

He Jilin glanced at him indifferently, "The poor monk has fallen into the devil's way, and he can't save the three benefactors."

Lu Qiuming smiled, and thought: "The monk even killed your elders, how can he care about your life and death?"

He raised the black long sword, soaring into the air, the sword light flashed by, the three of them resisted with all their might, but in the end, they died under the attack of the long sword.

Lu Qiuming made a trick to turn their corpses into dust, then turned to He Jilin and said, "Although I once hoped that you could break free from the shackles in your heart, but now that you are like this, I feel a little worried."

He Jilin replied: "Kindness is kindness, not weakness. The poor monk only crosses those who should."

Lu Qiuming stepped forward and approached him, and asked earnestly, "What about me? Am I the one who should cross?"

He Jilin turned sideways, looked straight ahead, and said, "Go back to the palace or continue?"

Lu Qiuming didn't ask further, "Are you tired? Then let's go back to the palace."

Suddenly, He Jilin frowned slightly, "Chunwu and the others have met a strong enemy."

Lu Qiuming grabbed his wrist: "Follow me."

Lu Qiuming didn't have to be afraid of getting lost, the two soon arrived at the place where Chunwu and Zhao Yuan were, and found that Zhao Yuan was seriously injured on the ground, and only Chunwu was still holding on desperately.

The person who confronts him is a male cultivator in the middle of his body. The male cultivator's attacks are extremely fierce, which is far from the Qingxiu mentioned by Tianyimen. Although his weapon is a sword, there is still a mystery hidden in the sword , Chunwu made a careless move and was knocked down by him.

The man's face was slightly ferocious, and he was about to strike down with his sword, when Lu Qiuming's black sword flew out, blocking the heavy blow.

Nanxiu turned around abruptly and saw Lu Qiuming and He Jilin coming directly with their swords unmoved.

Lu Qiuming pierced the sun with his long sword, and fought fiercely with the opponent.Although the other party is only in the middle of the out-of-body stage, he is not afraid, even if his body is hurt, he does not show any emotion, and he still fights with Lu Qiuming without fear of death.

The more He Jilin watched, the more he felt that this male cultivator was a little strange. While feeding Zhao Yuan medicine, he screened the information in his mind.

Chunwu lowered his head in frustration, as if he was blaming himself.

He Jilin thought about the flawed "Magic Seal" again, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration!

He remembered that during the battle between humans and monsters, a demon clan commanded human monks like dead warriors to fight against the human race, which seemed to be similar to the man in front of him.

This male cultivator has no waves in his eyes, completely disregarding life and death, and only has the enemy's life in his eyes. Could it be that the monster clan placed these cultivators in Tianyi Sect or other sects, waiting for an opportunity to provoke conflicts?

"Save his life!" He Jilin said to Lu Qiuming.

The tip of Lu Qiuming's sword froze, and the male cultivator accidentally scratched his left arm, and the meth hidden in the male cultivator's sword instantly entered his body, and Lu Qiuming restrained it with the technique of the demon clan.

He Jilin ignored the male cultivator, and went directly to check the wound on Lu Qiuming's arm, and found that the wound had turned black and purple, and said, "Sit down, and the poor monk will force the poison out of your body for you."

But Lu Qiuming shook his head and said: "I have temporarily sealed the Guan point, let's go back to the palace first."

After returning to the palace, Lu Qiuming threw the male cultivator to Ning Lu, and asked the demon servant to call Fei Han.

Although Zhao Yuan was seriously injured, he was not as critical as Lu Qiuming, so Fei Han directly gave him a healing medicine and asked Chun Wu to take him down.

Fei Han carefully inspected Lu Qiuming's wound, and said, "Although this kind of toxin is not common, but..." The treatment is not troublesome.Of course, he didn't say the following words, because he saw Lu Qiuming's gesture towards him.

"But as far as I know, the poison is extremely poisonous. If His Majesty hadn't stopped the spread of the poison in time, it would have been even more difficult to cure." He sighed deeply.

"What about now?" He Jilin asked.

Fei Han lowered his eyes to pretend to be contemplative, but he was actually observing Lu Qiuming's hand gestures. After a while, he said: "This subordinate can only prescribe medicine to clear part of it first, and the rest needs people with the same or higher cultivation level to often take the place of the lord." Force remaining toxins out of the body."

Apart from He Jilin, there is no one else in the Demon Palace who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Lu Qiuming.

"Leave the rest to the poor monk." He closed his eyelids and said calmly.

Fei Han left a bottle of medicine behind, and walked out of Lu Qiuming's yard with a serious face.

Lu Qiuming swallowed the pill, and after a while, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the color of the wound became lighter.

"The poor monk will heal your wounds." He came to sit behind Lu Qiuming and touched his back with both palms.

Letting others stand behind him has already proved Lu Qiuming's trust in He Jilin, or, no matter what happens, he is willing.

He Jilin closed his eyes, and slowly infiltrated the magic power into Lu Qiuming's body, along his meridians to the wound on his left arm, and expelled the toxin bit by bit, but it might be too tough, He It takes a long time for Jilin to force out a little bit.

After a few hours, He Jilin put down his hands. At this time, his face was tired, and he said: "Let's go here first today."

Lu Qiuming heard the tiredness in his voice, and couldn't help but blame himself. He turned around and saw the monk's tired expression, and wanted to stab himself a few times. Why did he come up with such a bad idea?

"Monk, it's been hard work for you, you should have a good rest." Lu Qiuming's eyes were full of guilt.

Unexpectedly, He Jilin shook his head and said: "It's better for the poor monk to practice. By the way, there is one more thing I forgot."

Lu Qiuming could only ask, "What is it?"

"The person we captured just now is very likely to be manipulated by someone, and there may be many of them. You...be more careful."

Lu Qiuming smiled, his smile was full of tenderness, "I see, you should rest well."

He moved his hand slightly, and saw He Jilin slowly closing his eyes and falling down in shock and anger. He stretched out his hand to support him, laid him flat on Wen Yu's bed, looked at him carefully for a while, and murmured: "Why do you care about me? In this way, I will be more greedy."

He leaned over and solemnly kissed He Jilin on the forehead, before turning around to leave, he said with his spiritual sense: "Chunwu, guard your master."