The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Ming Jing couldn't laugh or cry.

Ye Feng climbed up to Ming Jing neatly and cautiously, and asked with a smile: Miss, I helped you this time, can you promise me a request?

Fearing that Ming Jing would not agree, he hurriedly said, It's very simple, there is absolutely no embarrassment.

tell me the story.

I want to fight with Xi Yu again, but Xi Yu only listens to you, can you... release Xi Yu and fight with me?

Xi Yu refuses, and I can't help it.

How is it possible? He only listens to you. How dare he refuse to follow your order?

Ming Jing said helplessly: You'd better practice your kung fu well, and then go fight with Xi Yu, otherwise you'll only be a sandbag.

The words are cruel, but they are reality.

Ye Feng sighed, and climbed up resignedly: Could it be that I can't beat him in my life?

A round of bright moon above the head exudes faint moonlight, reflecting the dejected appearance of the young man.

No, you are very talented in martial arts. If you study hard and practice hard, one day you will defeat him.

Ye Feng's eyes lit up: Really? Miss, do you also think that I will defeat Xi Yu sooner or later?

I don't know why, but he just loves to hear what the eldest lady says.

There will be a day.

Ye Feng looked at Ming Jing curiously: Miss, do you have any relationship with Xi Yu? I always think you two are very similar.

Ming Jing paused, and said nonchalantly, There are spiders.

The spiders in the mountains are bigger than mice, and they are almost fine.

Ye Feng drew out a stick and was about to hit him, Ming Jing stopped him: Don't kill it, everything has an animus, let it go.

Ye Feng put away his stick, was interrupted by this, and forgot about the question just now.

Inside the backpack, the little furry head was exposed. Seeing the spider couldn't help sticking out its tongue and licking its lips, its dark green pupils shone with evil light.

Ming Jing frowned. This little thing was very sensitive. When he noticed that Ming Jing seemed unhappy, he immediately nestled back obediently.

This thing has become an essence. Ye Fengtian was not afraid of anything, and when he saw this thing, he was almost frightened. Every time he saw its face, he felt his scalp tingling.

The evil beast bared its teeth, with fierce eyes, and opened its teeth and claws at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng has seen too much, so he is not afraid anymore, shaking his head proudly: Bite me if you have the ability, I am afraid that you will not succeed?

Playing around, chatting and laughing, we quickly climbed Huihuan Peak. There is a shrine on the mountain, in which there is a statue of a tiger. The incense table is spotless. Some people often come to worship and sweep.

Ming Jing gave a salute, Ding Jing, I hope Tiger will forgive me for disturbing the tiger's Qingxiu.

The black beast exposed its head, jumped out with a bass, grabbed the melons and fruits on the incense table, and gnawed on them. Usually, this kind of thing should be done a lot.

Ye Feng walked all the way, a staunch atheist couldn't help being a little shaken, so he bowed obediently.

A gust of mountain wind blows, the dilapidated wooden door creaks and shakes, the quiet moonlight shines on the uneven floor tiles, and there is a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere in the air.

Inexplicably, Ye Feng felt a chill down his back.

He didn't dare to turn his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black figure swish and floated past. Ye Feng's knees were weak, and his hands subconsciously grasped the wooden stick tightly.

The green eyes of the black beast that was gnawing on the fruit shot out a glimmer of light, showing two front paws, the claws were sharpened, and shot out like lightning, only heard a burst of 嗞 wow, the black beast raised its paws, it turned out to be a Fat and big mice.

The black beast walked up to the mirror with its head held high as if showing off its spoils. The mouse was only half-lived after being teased by it. Then, in front of the mirror, it bit off the mouse's neck. The mouse was thrown out.

It only likes to eat snake brains and snake gallbladder. Mice and rats are despised.

Ming Jing shook his head helplessly, walked up and held the two ears of the beast, and the beast immediately bowed in favor, his green eyes covered with mist.

From now on, no murder is allowed, or I will throw you into the snake's den.

Sure enough, the evil beast began to tremble, and coiled around obediently.

Ye Feng pointed to the mountain peak facing Haoli Mountain: Is that Liangfu Mountain?

The night is blurred and the mountains are densely fogged. The Liangfu Mountain lingering in the clouds and mists is like a fairyland. The mountains are empty and silent.

At the junction of the two mountains, there is a depression. The fog over this place is thick, and it looks like a dormant dragon from a distance. The Qinshan Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, headed by Baitou Mountain, passing Haoli Mountain. Scale, the reverse scale of the dragon cannot be touched, and the mountain will collapse and the ground will crack if touched.

Tianshi, terrestrial luck, mountains and rivers, the appearance of storing wind and gathering energy, and riding a dragon.

Ye Feng couldn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from feeling cold.

The temperature on the mountain was extremely low, and I was already wearing the thickest clothes, but I was still shivering from the cold.

The way down the mountain is also difficult, even more difficult than going up the mountain. Mingjing had already prepared, so nothing dared to approach along the way.

Ming Jing suddenly made a gesture and stopped.

Ye Feng almost hit his head on Ming Jing's back, braked quickly, and when he looked up, he realized something was wrong.

The fog was getting thicker, and it was almost impossible to see what was in front of me, and even the moonlight could not penetrate.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if the whole world was nothingness.

Ye Feng saw a person walking towards him, and shouted in surprise: Master....

Heart diseases can be cured, but demons are hard to get rid of. I hope you will abide by the rules, devote yourself to cultivation, and don't be greedy for the world of mortals...

Ming Jing suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, he raised his hand around the side of Ye Feng's neck and tapped the Fengchi acupoint, Ye Feng suddenly came back to his senses, breathing heavily.

Miss, I just saw Master.

It's a hallucination. There is a hallucinogenic miasma in the fog. I put a detoxification pill under my tongue.

Ye Feng quickly followed suit, and now he didn't dare to be sloppy, he scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and followed Ming Jing cautiously.

I don’t know where a cry sounded, echoing in the empty valley, it was a bit horrific, the sound was like the autumn leaves being blown by the wind, the echo echoed in the ear again and again, accompanied by the black paint The misty atmosphere is like the imagined hell.

Ye Feng's legs were weak, and he tried his best to cheer himself up from the bottom of his heart. Is a man and a man not as good as a weak woman like Missy? The eldest lady has not changed her face since she went up the mountain, and he can't hold back.

After passing through the maze, the picture in front of him finally became clear, and Ye Feng was shocked by the scene in front of him.

In the depression of the two mountains, there is an open space comparable to the size of a basketball court, surrounded by candles. When the mirror came over, the candles ignited spontaneously. Complicated seven-star gossip array.

And an old Taoist priest was sitting in the center of the array, with the dust in his hand, as if he had settled down.

But in front of the old Taoist priest, a wisp of faint blue will-o'-the-wisp will soon be extinguished, faintly as if dying.

Ye Feng was shocked and said: What is this doing? He really didn't expect that there were still people in the mountain, this scene was really terrifying.

The old corpse in the mountain village? It's still midnight.

Just ask for a pair of eyes that haven't seen.

Ming Jing squinted his eyes: Even if you use such a vicious method, even if you are resurrected, you will never be able to recover.

The old Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, under the blue will-o'-the-wisp, his skinny face looked like a mummy, and his eyes shot towards the mirror like sharp swords.

Who are you? The old Taoist's chilly voice came and echoed in the valley.

You are indeed a bit of a Taoist, but unfortunately, what you practice is an evil way. This kind of soul-gathering method goes against the sky, and you will be punished by the heavens. Neither you nor Jiang Chunlan can escape.

The old Taoist looked gloomy and sneered: What kind of thing are you? It's your turn to teach the old Taoist a lesson? But if you can find this place, you have some skills. If you leave now, I can give you a way to survive, otherwise...

Ming Jing stretched out his hand to Ye Feng, Ye Feng was stunned, and immediately offered the wooden stick with both hands with quick response.

Ming Jing took off his backpack, carried the wooden stick, and walked forward step by step.

The girl was dressed in black that blended into the night, her beautiful face was only endlessly cold, and her pair of black eyes were like an eternal cold pool. Wherever she passed, the candle flames crackled and jumped.

The old Taoist snorted coldly: Overestimate one's strength. With his palms closed, the faint blue will-o'-the-wisp disappeared in his palm, and the next moment, the dust whisk swept towards the mirror, like thousands of needles being fired at once.