The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

King Yincheng followed him, looked at the scene in the courtyard, and pretended to sigh with a teasing smile: "Tsk tsk, not only hurt Yin Ruo, but also Chiyan, Jilin, your crime is worse .”

Xuanzhao came to He Jilin silently, and asked, "Are you okay?"

He Jilin was already numb from the pain, he took out the elixir from the Qiankun bag, stared at Yin Su and swallowed it.

"Benefactor Yin, the poor monk didn't hurt Lingmei." Every time he said a word, his chest hurt like hell, but he had to say, "Although Benefactor Yin doesn't want to admit who Lingmei is, facts are facts. There is no room for distortion or slander." He is a monk, but he is still a human being first and foremost, and he cannot be without temper.

Yin Su was stunned for a moment, Yaoshi looked at Yin Ruo's physical condition, and found that Yin Ruo was not injured at all, and she still had a triumphant smile on her face.

Yin Cheng naturally found out, and said, "Even so, you still hurt Chi Yan, shouldn't you be punished?"

He Jilin lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"I said are you finished?" King Chiyan suddenly stood up from the ground, "Why are you so mother-in-law? It's the first day you know me? You don't understand my rules? Why do you want to break my rules? ?”

"And you," he said looking at Yin Su, "with your cultivation level, I really don't know if this monk hurt your sister? Although I am rude, I am reasonable, okay? I haven't heard about your sister using me. Settle accounts with him!"

Yin Su frowned slightly, as if he didn't like what King Chiyan said, he cast his eyes on Yin Ruo, and said coldly: "Yin Ruo, you have made this king lose face."

Yin Ruo turned pale, and struggled: "Brother, would you rather help outsiders than me?"

Yin Su looked away, looked at the pale-faced He Jilin, and said back to Yin Ruo, "Did I say that no one is allowed to come here without my permission?"

Yin Ruo opened his mouth, his eyes begging.

Yin Su's sharp-edged and extremely delicate side face seemed to be coated with a layer of ice in her eyes, and she did not have the ability to melt this layer of ice.

"Don't let me say it a second time."

Yin Ruo replied in a low voice: "Yes." She exited the yard, as for where she was going, everyone knew except He Jilin.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was a little tense for a while.

Chiyan King was fearless, and said directly: "Yin Su, I will stay with you, and I will continue to ask the monk for advice."

Yin Su chuckled, like the ice breaking through, and the flowers blooming in the warmth of spring, "Chiyan, I allow you to live here, but you are responsible for repairing the yard alone."

Chiyan King nodded, "No problem, but I will live in this room."

Conglian and Yingluan saw that their demon king was fine, and the other three demon kings were also here, so they retreated silently.

"Jilin," Yin Su walked up to He Jilin, "Is your injury okay?"

He Jilin thought to himself: Sure enough, the monster race all have the gene of violence and bloodthirsty. Didn't Yin Su see the puddle of meat on the ground?Or is this situation just trivial?

"It's not good." He recovered a little after taking the elixir, but how could it be so easy to recover from internal injuries?His face was still pale, but he still looked directly at Yin Su without fear.

Yin Su said lightly: "Well, then you take care of your wounds." He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, and said to Yin Cheng kingly: "Let's go."

He Jilin turned to Xuanzhao and said, "Thank you."

Xuanma blamed himself a little, "I'm useless."

Seeing that there seemed to be some scars on his face, He Jilin felt a little moved when he thought of what Yin Ruo had said, and he couldn't help asking: "Why does the benefactor of Xuanzang want to help the poor monk so much?"

Xuannuma looked at him and sighed, "I'm not helping you, but helping myself."

He Jilin saw that he had something on his mind, so he didn't ask any more questions, and could only say: "The poor monk has gone to practice first."

"Okay." Xuanmao stared at the earrings in the palm of his hand after He Jilin entered the room, and murmured, "If someone helped you back then, would you feel better?"

"Xuanzhao, if you have nothing to do, why don't you help me repair the yard? You know, I'm too rough to do these things." Chi Yan begged him sincerely.

Xuanzhao put away the earrings and looked at him with a gloomy face, "Yin Su asked you to bear it alone, and you agreed, I dare not disobey his order, you should repair it slowly by yourself." If it wasn't for Chi Yan, Ji Lin Probably won't hurt either.

Chi Yan stopped him from leaving, "Then you play a game with me first."

Xuanzhao looked at him, "Chi Yan, you should stop when you are too late. Since you know that Yin Ruo is using you, why do you agree to Yin Ruo?"

Chi Yan said in a rough voice: "I was really moved by what she said."

"Hmph!" Xuanzhao didn't bother to talk to him, if Jilin hadn't defeated him, Jilin might have suffered some crimes.

Chiyan King frowned and saw him go away, looked at He Jilin's closed room again, called Conglian and Yingluan outside the courtyard, and asked, "Who is this monk? Why is there a monk here in Yin Su?" ?”

Conglian and Yingluan looked at each other, Conglian replied: "Your Highness, Monk Jilin has a close relationship with Qiu Ming."

"Qiu Ming?" King Chiyan said, "It's that kid, I remember that he fought with me before, and he was beaten badly by me, haha!"

Conglian thought helplessly: You don't even think about what cultivation level Qiu Ming was at the beginning?What is your cultivation?

After Chiyan King laughed, he felt something was wrong, "Since he is Qiu Ming's person, why is he here with Yin Su?"

Cong Lian really wanted to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, "Your Highness, do you still remember what happened to His Royal Highness Xuanzhao?"

Generally, the upper echelons of the demon world would know something about Xuanmao, Chiyan King has heard of it, although he is reckless, but it does not mean he is stupid, he associated the matter of Xuanmao with Qiu Ming, and frowned, "Yin Su, do you want to play again?"

Chulian couldn't respond well, so he had to keep silent.

Chiyan King couldn't understand Yin Su's thinking at all, "If you want to fight, you can fight, what are you doing with all these twists and turns? I really can't figure it out! Could it be that there is a monk by his side, so that kid Qiu Ming can't practice hard?"

How dare Conglian and Yingluan say anything?

King Chiyan thought for a while, and said: "But this is also good, this monk can defeat this king, and this king can fight him a few more times!" He laughed happily as he spoke.

In the house, He Jilin swallowed some more elixir, and the power of the medicine gradually penetrated into the viscera, slowly repairing the damaged place, and his originally pale complexion gradually returned to normal.

When he recovered from his injuries, he woke up from his practice, opened the door of the house, and saw that the yard had been restored to its original state.

"Huh? Are you healed?" Seeing him, King Chiyan couldn't wait to come to him, "Since the injury is healed, then play a few more games with me! But having said that, this time you can't Use that trick!" Now thinking about it, his nose hurts.

He Jilin smiled, "No more." He also planned to use Chiyan King as a training partner to stimulate his own cultivation, and he would not use that trick again, he wanted to defeat Chiyan King openly and squarely. rock, even though the process might be painful.

As soon as the two made an agreement, they began to fight again in the courtyard. This time, He Jilin didn't make any bad moves, but after a while, the decline gradually became apparent. Chi Yan pressed him excitedly to fight, and the blade was on He Jilin's body. There were several deep or shallow scars, and the flowing blood made him more excited. He Jilin couldn't hold back, and the scars on his body gradually increased.

The pain in his body made him more sober, he couldn't sit still now, what he needed was such a fierce battle to make a breakthrough.

The blood stained his blue-gray monk robe red, and even his face was scratched with a bloodstain. His complexion gradually turned pale, and his strength was no longer sufficient.

At this moment, Chi Yan only has fighting in his eyes, he doesn't care about the person on the other side, as long as he can continue to fight, he doesn't care about anything.

The big knife slashed on the Buddhist stick, He Jilin was defeated, and fell to the ground suddenly, with a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The opponent's knife pressed against his Buddhist stick, and the Buddhist stick sank suddenly, hitting his chest directly, and he couldn't help spitting out another mouthful of blood, which sprayed on the Buddhist stick.

He mobilized the last trace of spiritual power in his body and stood up with all his strength, but was knocked down by the next attack of Chiyan King. The sword of Chiyan King rushed directly to his head. He Jilin was powerless to resist and couldn't help closing his eyes eyes.

At this moment, a huge snake shadow suddenly appeared in front of He Jilin, blocking the powerful attack of the Blazing Rock King for him. The huge black snake roared with all its strength, and then gradually dissipated into the air, He Jilin fell to the ground .

Chiyan King was also startled by the sudden snake shadow, he couldn't help but stop attacking, and looked at He Jilin in confusion.

He Jilin stared at the place where the black snake disappeared with his eyes open, motionless.

At this time, his whole body was covered with scars, and a bloodstain on his face had solidified, but he didn't seem to notice it, just looking at that place.

"Hey! Monk! Do you still want to fight?" Chiyan King asked.

He Jilin ignored him, but sat up slowly holding the Buddhist stick, his back was facing Chiyan King, so Chiyan King didn't see a single teardrop falling from his eyes.

He Jilin knew that it must be very bitter, he forced himself to be calm, forced himself not to think about those meaningless things, but just now, he saw the black snake screaming in pain, he suddenly felt unbearable pain, suddenly felt wronged Abnormal, unbearably bitter.

"I won't fight today." He held the Buddhist stick and turned his back to Chiyan, and said softly, "When the poor monk recovers from his injury, you can come and look for the poor monk." Then, he walked slowly back into the room, closed the the door.

But he didn't know that Chiyan King didn't see his tear, but someone did.