The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

The Demon Palace of the Human World.

The black long sword in Lu Qiuming's hand suddenly buzzed, blood gushed from the corner of his lips, and he couldn't help showing a wry smile.

He lied to the monk before, saying that the seal of the primordial spirit can only be used once, but now his primordial spirit is forced to produce a Buddhist stick again, which shows that the monk has encountered extremely dangerous things.

Stretching out his hand to hold the black sword, the black sword gradually calmed down. Lu Qiuming felt very painful in his heart, but he had to do this. He was not worried that the monk would hate him, but that the monk would not be able to pass this hurdle.

"Your Majesty." Fei Han came in and said solemnly, "Young Palace Master is gone."

Lu Qiuming was silent for a moment, and said: "I know where he went, so you don't need to investigate."

After Fei Han responded, he didn't back down, he just watched Lu Qiuming hesitate to speak.

Lu Qiuming understood what he wanted to say, and said, "Ask whatever you want."

Fei Han considered for a few seconds, and asked, "Your Majesty, this subordinate just wants to know, do you have any other intentions for leaving Jilin in the demon world?" Still unwilling to believe that His Majesty would really be willing to leave Ji Lin alone in the demon world.

Lu Qiuming stroked the black sword in his hand, and said "En".

Fei Han asked again: "Your Majesty, this subordinate saw Condensation with a strange expression that day, has she experienced or seen it before?"

Lu Qiuming glanced at him, "Why don't you ask her yourself?"

Fei Han smiled embarrassingly, "I don't dare to ask." What's more air-conditioned than Ning Lu these days?How dare he ask?

Lu Qiuming put down the black sword, "Since she doesn't want to say it, I can only respect her wish."

Demon world.

He Jilin has been fighting Chiyan King these days, and he must be seriously injured after each battle, but this injury is not in vain. Every time he is injured, his cultivation speed will be faster, and he also benefits from the battle A lot.

Chiyan King also felt He Jilin's progress. He found that after each fight, the next battle would be more exciting and intense, and each time was more hearty and hearty.

After the battle between the two of them that day, He Jilin was lying on the ground with scars again. Chiyan King also panted heavily, and sat down beside him, looking at the several scars on his body, excitedly said : "Monk Ji Lin, you are very good!"

He Jilin stared at the blue sky and smiled, "Thank you for the compliment."

Chiyan King turned his head to look at him, and said, "You have such an ugly smile."

He Jilin didn't care about the stains on his body anymore, he looked at Chiyan King who also looked a little embarrassed, and couldn't help saying: "You don't want to give in too much."

The two looked at each other and laughed happily.

Chiyan King stood up, stretched out a hand towards He Jilin, and said, "Get up and practice, or you won't be able to withstand the beating tomorrow."

He Jilin looked at the rough, thick, slightly callused hand, and stretched it out with a smile.As soon as the Chiyan King grabbed him, he pulled him up and said: "You look so weak, even your hands are so soft, you don't have any momentum."

He Jilin said: "Have you ever heard of using softness to overcome strength? You are too strong, and sometimes you will be full of loopholes."

Chiyan King suddenly stopped in his tracks, Fox asked: "Is this really the case? Why have I never heard anyone tell me?"

He Jilin asked him: "Do you have more victories or losses in fighting others?"

Chiyan King proudly said: "Of course I won a lot!"

He Jilin nodded, "So, those who failed to win you naturally failed to see your flaws, and those who won you, why did they tell you to set up a strong enemy for themselves?"

Chiyan King thought for a while and asked, "Then why did you tell me?"

He Jilin smiled and said, "Because the poor monk needs you to become stronger."

Chiyan King laughed, "You are really rude."

Although the two of them knew each other well about getting what they needed, a different kind of emotion slowly flowed between them. He Jilin smiled softly. Let's get acquainted.

The two went back to their rooms to practice. Not long after, He Jilin woke up from the practice and heard someone knocking on the door.

He Jilin was puzzled, Chiyan King never knocked on the door, he just yelled in the yard, who would be knocking at the door now?

He opened the door, and when he saw someone coming, he was stunned for a moment, when did Chiyan King learn to knock on the door?

When Chiyan King saw him, he got in at once, hugged his arm, and said with his spiritual sense: "Master."

He Jilin was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly closed the room, saying: "Chunwu, why are you here?" He even turned into the Chiyan King.

Chun Wu changed back to his own appearance, and said aggrievedly: "I miss Master."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, He Jilin couldn't bear to blame him any longer, and asked, "How do you know that the teacher lives here?"

Chun Wu pulled him to sit down, and said aggrievedly: "I contacted Master, but Master ignored me."

How could He Jilin ignore him?He just didn't want Chun Wu to worry.

"It's not good to be a teacher. Chun Wu can't blame being a teacher." He Jilin asked, "Did you encounter danger on the way?"

"No," Chun Wu shook his head, "I've been observing outside for a long time, and only then did I find an opportunity to sneak in like I was just now."

It was only then that He Jilin realized that although Chun Wu was young, his mind tended to mature, and as a treasure, other people would not be able to feel his aura, and would usually ignore it.

"But if you are here, you will be discovered sooner or later." He Jilin was worried that Yin Su's anger would be aroused if Chunwu was discovered by Yin Su.

Chun Wu thought for a while, turned into a string of Buddhist beads as usual, put them on He Jilin's hands, and asked, "Master, is this okay?"

He Jilin smiled helplessly: "Aren't you boring like this?"

Chun Wu didn't care whether he was bored or not, he just felt very at ease by the master's side, and peace of mind was enough.

"Monk Jilin! Come out!" Chiyan King shouted loudly in the yard at this time.

He Jilin opened the door, "Want to fight again?"

Chiyan King pointed to a man who looked like an attendant beside him, "I am not looking for you, but Yin Su is looking for you."

He Jilin was a little surprised, how could Yin Su think of him?

"This guest, Your Highness welcomes you." The handsome attendant said with a smile on his face.

He Jilin thought of many conspiracy theories at this moment, could this attendant be deliberately sent by Yin Ruo to lure him to a remote place, so as to deal with him secretly?After all, she was punished by Yin Su before, so she must hate him even more.

"Guest?" the servant asked again.

He Jilin realized that no matter what, he always wanted to go with him, even if Yin Ruo used Yin Su's name, he had to go.

Of course, after he followed the attendant to the place, he realized that he was thinking too much.

Yin Su was wearing a black tunic and slim-fitting robe, his hair was tied up energetically, and he held a long sword in his hand. The blade was pitch black and looked very delicate.At this time, he was facing He Jilin, standing against the wind, his robe and black hair danced together, his face was extremely handsome, and his whole person was extremely elegant and luxurious.

"You're here." He looked at He Jilin and smiled lightly.

He Jilin saluted, "The poor monk has seen the benefactor Yin."

"You are invited here today, do you know why?" Yin Su tilted his head slightly and asked.

He Jilin lowered his eyes slightly, "The poor monk doesn't know."

Yin Su laughed softly, like pearls and jade falling on a plate, very moving, he walked up to He Jilin, "I heard that Jilin, you have been sparring with King Chiyan for many days, and King Chiyan is very happy with you, since you said before If you want to become the king's opponent, how about today, where you and I can learn from each other?"

Although he used a questioning tone, He Jilin knew that he had to obey.

"The poor monk is still no match for the benefactor Yin."

"It doesn't matter if you lose. This king will lower his cultivation level to the same level as yours, and we will compete again." He took a few steps back, facing He Jilin, and picked up his sword.

He Jilin had no choice but to hold the Buddhist stick, pour all his mind on Yin Su, and wait quietly for the opportunity.

Yin Su was watched so intently by him, and suddenly felt an inexplicable and complicated emotion in his heart, which was a feeling he had never felt before, as if the person in front of him regarded himself as the whole world at this moment. , Did Qiu Ming feel the same way when Ji Lin looked at Qiu Ming?

Looking at the monk facing the enemy, Yin Su suddenly felt that this monk was a little...cute?Knowing that you are invincible, but still waiting desperately, this kind of spirit is commendable.

"I want you to make the move first." Yin Su stood there leisurely with his sword in hand, and said, "Let me teach you what you call Buddhism."

He Jilin's eyes were dark, he was holding a Buddhist stick, but using the stick as a sword, he stabbed at Yin Su.

When Lu Qiuming was teaching Chun Wu, he also learned a little bit, and combined stick and sword skills, learned from each other, and came up with some nondescript moves.

Yin Su couldn't help being puzzled. This move seemed familiar, but it wasn't the one he was familiar with. It seemed fierce, but there was a lot of gentleness in it.

Yin Su is not a self-proclaimed person. Although the monster race likes violent fighting methods, Yin Su considers himself a visionary. He wants to attack the human world, of course he will not be ignorant of the human world. He has studied some human race skills He found that most of their moves were gorgeous and tended to be soft, and they could often win by cleverness against them, so he also made some changes to his own fighting methods, which seemed to be a combination of toughness and softness.

At this time, he saw the essence of the combination of hardness and softness in He Jilin's move, and he couldn't help being more interested in it, and he also understood why Chiyan looked at this monk so differently.

He Jilin didn't even think about what it could do to Yin Su when he used this move. Sure enough, Yin Su deftly stretched out his sword to block, and He Jilin was easily blocked.

It seems that Yin Su knew his way. After He Jilin was blocked, he had some calculations in his heart. He sacrificed the Buddha moving nine lotuses to protect his body, and then attacked Yin Su who was standing still with the same way. Su.

Although Yin Su was quite satisfied with his nine-petal lotus, he was a little disappointed and regretful about his moves. He was about to end this sparring quickly, but suddenly saw that He Jilin's moves suddenly changed, which was something he had never seen before!