Dressed as the villain's ex-fiancée [Transmigration Book]

Cui Xiaojiu found out that Ling Jun seemed to have figured out something, and got closer to her a lot on the way to the mountain pass, and no longer had that intentional alienation attitude.

On the rugged mountain road, Ling Jun took the initiative to hold her hand.

She bent her lips and held back gently, knowing that she should not push too fast, and did not mention too much, enjoying this kind of intimacy sweetly.

The body temperature in the palm is warm, but because it is a loved one, this warmth suddenly has a sense of scalding.

The wind rustled past, and the maple leaves in late autumn flashed bright red in the air.

Cui Xiaojiu suddenly felt that the hand she was holding suddenly moved, as if she wanted to let go.

She was a little disappointed, pursed her lips and withdrew her hand.

Immediately, she felt that slender fingers were inserted into her fingers and intertwined.

Cui Xiaojiu:! ! !

All the disappointment flew out of the sky, her heart was beating rapidly, and she almost didn't know how to move her hands and feet for a moment.

In the past, Ling Jun had also teased her to make her heart pound, but that was done unconsciously.Now that Ling Jun already knew what he wanted, if he made such a move again, it must be...intentional.

When she thought of the hidden meaning behind it, she couldn't calm down a little.

She was very courageous when she took the initiative, but now that the other party responded, she suddenly felt a little timid in her heart, fearing that this would be a bubble that would burst if she poked it.

After walking in silence for a while, she lowered her head, her ears were covered with redness, and she finally found a little courage, and opened her lips, as if she wanted to ask something.

At this moment, through the layers of bushes, a figure of a person can suddenly be glimpsed.

Is it an "indigenous person" in this area?

The words that reached her throat were hurriedly swallowed back by her.Ling Jun put his index finger to his lips to signal silence, and proceed with caution.

However, the movement of the two when they came just now still disturbed that person, only to hear a clear shout from the boulder in the depths of the forest: "Who is it?"

The two looked at each other.

With a blushing face, Cui Xiaojiu withdrew his hand from Lingjun's hand and said, "Shall we go out?"

Lingjun said "OK".

Whether this person is an enemy or a friend is unknown, they are already ready for hand-to-hand combat.

Slowly approaching, Cui Xiaojiu looked at the man, and found that it was a male monk with a baby face, with a thin black coat hanging loosely on his body, with a sword and wine pot hanging on his waist, and he was leaning leisurely by the side of the boulder .It's just that I don't know the geometry of cultivation.

While Cui Xiaojiu was looking at them, the black-clothed swordsman was also looking at them.

After a while, the black-clothed swordsman spoke first, "You don't recognize me."

The situation was unknown, and Cui Xiaojiu remained silent.

The black-clothed swordsman said again: "Where are you from Chi Ming?"

Cui Xiaojiu noticed that when talking about "Red Darkness", the black swordsman's smile was still lazy, but there was a little bit of unkindness in his eyes.She couldn't recognize it intuitively, and immediately said: "Don't guess, my friend and I just... came here unintentionally."

"Win Wu?" The black-clothed swordsman smiled a little weirdly, "Wu Wu went to Mount Anshe?"

It seems that this place is called Anshe Mountain.

Reminiscent of the situation on that battlefield, how could Cui Xiaojiu not guess, the black-clothed swordsman had already become suspicious of them.

Shouldn't be telling the truth.

Ling Jun squeezed her hand reassuringly, and said directly: "No intention is true, it's just that it's inconvenient for us to explain clearly, if it disturbs fellow Taoists, my lover and I can leave immediately."

Her word "lover" was very light, and the swordsman might have interpreted it as "friend", but Cui Xiaojiu was close and heard these two words clearly.

lover... lover...

Cui Xiaojiu brushed his hair on the sideburns to hide his red ears,

My sister is too good at it!

Is this a clear seal?

In all fairness, she didn't really want Ling Jun to still refer to her as an unfamiliar friend when introducing herself, but she wasn't too satisfied with letting strangers know about their relationship and commenting on them.

Lingjun's actions hit her heart.

Sure enough, the swordsman in black didn't pay attention to those two words.

Lingjun's words were advanced and retreated in a certain way, and under normal circumstances, ordinary people would not delve into it.

But the swordsman in black is obviously unusual.

He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then raised his head and smiled suddenly, and said, "I don't think so, what if you are Chi Ming's secret agents? Just let me go."

After saying that, he directly pulled out the sword from his waist and attacked the two of them.

The whole body of the saber is black, and the shape of the sword is narrow, and it looks like it is walking lightly.

Cui Xiaojiu didn't expect him to play cards so unreasonably, but his actions preceded his thinking, and he had to parry when he drew his long sword.

In the blink of an eye, the black edge was in front of her eyes, but before she could move, another sword blocked her.

It's Lingjun.

Cui Xiaojiu's swordsmanship was not very good, so he took a step back silently, held his sword on guard, and watched closely the two of them fighting each other, hoping to find the black-clothed swordsman's weakness and help Lingjun.

They happened to lack information related to this world. If they could capture and capture the swordsman in black, they might be able to ask them what they needed, such as the great war and matters related to An Sheshan.

In just a few breaths, the two of them went through dozens of moves, each move revealing killing intent.

The sword is out of its sheath, but it will not return if it sees blood.

Cui Xiaojiu watched, his moves were exquisite, both of them were masters in swordsmanship, they couldn't find any flaws.

She was secretly anxious for Lingjun.

Ling Jun can use spiritual power because of the core gifted by Xue Ling in his body.This core is separated from the master, and its function is not as good as before. The spiritual power and durability are not as good as the inner alchemy condensed by the master.

Although the black-clothed swordsman didn't show any obvious cultivation, according to Cui Xiaojiu's guess, he is at least a master.

If this drags on, Lingjun will lose.

What can she do to help?

During the attack, Lingjun's eyes froze, the cold spiritual power was condensed on the tip of the sword, and a layer of frost condensed on the withered and yellow weeds.

She figured out the way of this swordsman.

But for ordinary people, there are trajectories in the sword moves, and there are ways to restrain them. She is no exception, and this black-clothed swordsman is no exception.

When the two swords intersect, they will be separated at the touch of one touch.

The black-clothed swordsman lowered his head, looked at the bloody hole on his hand, and let out a little gasp.

If he hadn't avoided it just now, the bloody mouth might have reached his heart.Of course, it wouldn't be fatal, and the opponent still kept his hand.

"It's really strange." He looked Ling Jun up and down, "The understanding of sword intent is higher than that of the master, but the spiritual power of the whole body is just innate Dzogchen. Weird, weird."

Cui Xiaojiu was displeased with his attitude, and searched for a long time in the storage bag, and finally found what he wanted.

It was a spiritual tool given by Xue Ling, which could drive some beast souls.

With her swordsmanship, it would only add chaos to Ling Jun, but using a spiritual weapon is different.

The black-clothed swordsman glanced at the spirit weapon she took out, but didn't pay attention to it. He didn't show a surprised expression until the spirit weapon was activated and he captured a little divine power contained in the spirit weapon.

How can there be a "god" who has contact with mortals and bestowed treasures?

"Are you..."