The world was busy, and there was a vast sea of people.
From time to time, Jian Nanchun used the name of the Heavenly Sword Sect to walk in the secular world. He had seen too many, too many, too many people.
After a week, he shouldn't have any impression of these two children who had just brushed past each other.
But that day..,
On that street..,
In that rain..,
That punch..,
Left a deep impression on Jian Nanchun.
So much so that every time it rained heavily, he would recall the fear of his eggs being destroyed and his people dying.
After he recognized Irin..,
He subconsciously clamped his legs..,
Even though the pain between his legs was no longer there..,
For some reason, looking at this innocent face, he felt a faint pain there again.
"Why is it you?"
Jian Nanchun was in a bad mood and asked with a straight face.
After recognizing Irin, Jian Nanchun raised Wang Xiaohu by a few centimeters. At the same time, he also recognized Wang Xiaohu.
So it was these two kids.
After thinking about it carefully, Jian Nanchun felt that something was wrong.
They had originally met by chance, but now that they met, why did it feel like there was a conspiracy theory?
Irin lowered his head and replied in a calm tone, "If I say it's a coincidence, you won't believe me."
Jian Nanchun was about to ask.
The iceberg beauty, who was called "junior sister" by Jian Nanchun, furrowed her beautiful crescent eyebrows slightly. She used an emotionless voice that made people feel uncomfortable. She asked coldly, "Where is the eldest princess of the Qing Kingdom?"
Jian Nanchun's attention instantly shifted away from the origins of Irin and Wang Xiaohu. Faced with his junior sister's question, Jian Nanchun replied calmly, "Don't worry, junior sister. With senior brother's help, you don't have to worry about the safety of the Princess of the Qing Kingdom."
"Lead the way."
From the beginning to the end, the junior sister did not look at Irin and Wang Xiaohu at all.
"What about them?"
Jian Nanchun shook Wang Xiaohu in his hand.
"Up to you."
His junior sister was clearly angry.
Jian Nanchun could imagine his junior sister's emotions from her expression, tone, and gaze.
Suddenly, Jian Nanchun thought for a while. Before he got to the bottom of the matter, he could not just let the two of them go like this. Thus, he carried one in each hand and stepped on a gust of wind as he flew towards the Golden Temple.
Senior Sister Iceberg followed closely behind. Before she took off, Irin noticed that the woman gently raised her hand, and a gust of wind blew past. The fire that was blown up in the forest was immediately extinguished, and a tragic mountain fire was avoided.
"Is this the power of a high-level cultivator?"
Irin remained silent. She pretended to be an obedient child as Jian Nanchun carried her in his hands. However, he was secretly observing the two of them, trying to figure out their personalities.
Now that they had successfully established a connection with the Heavenly Sword Sect, Irin wasn't sure if this connection was good or bad. But in the end, they still hooked up, right? This was a good start, and Irin decided to play it by ear.
"How did you get caught?"
Irin was lifted by the collar. He simply hitched a ride on the "Sword Nanchun" and felt at ease. He crossed his arms and started chatting with Wang Xiaohu beside him.
"Brother Lin, I was just thinking of doing something chivalrous to save people."
Wang Xiaohu's depression was written all over his face when he realized that he had failed in his mission.
Doing something chivalrous?
Irin was taken aback.
He still wanted to ask something, but Jian Nanchun and Junior Sister Iceberg, these two experts, flew to the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye. Jian Nanchun casually threw the two of them aside and said, "You guys stay here at ease. Junior Sister and I will enter the temple. Wait, I have something to ask you."
Jian Nanchun glanced at Irin with an expressionless face and turned to look for the Princess with his Junior Sister.
In his heart, business was naturally more important.
As for Irin and Wang Xiaohu, they could not cause any trouble, so he threw them aside first.
In the Golden Temple, corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood was carried by the mountain wind into the two's nostrils.
After Jian Nanchun and Wang Xiaohu entered the Golden Temple, Yi Lin asked Wang Xiaohu unhurriedly. Finally, he understood the cause and effect of the whole matter.
It turned out.
Since that day, Wang Xiaohu had listened to Irin's instructions and had been hiding in the bushes, waiting for any changes.
But he did not know the actual situation at all, and did not know that there were others hiding in the bushes. He had waited bitterly for two days and two nights, but nothing had happened.
Wang Xiaohu did not even bring dry food or water in his bag.
He had been hungry for two days, and when he was thirsty, he sucked on the dew on the leaves, which allowed Wang Xiaohu to survive.
Just now, not long after nightfall, Wang Xiaohu finally could not bear it anymore, but he did not know where Irin was, so he dizzily climbed up the Golden Temple.
Fortunately, Wang Xiaohu was strong and talented since he was young. Under the premise of starving for two days, he forced himself to hold his breath and climbed up the mountain alive.
After painstakingly climbing to the entrance of the Golden Temple, Wang Xiaohu finally stopped. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
There were a few monks patrolling the entrance of the Golden Temple, and they found Wang Xiaohu lying on the side of the road. The monks were merciful and carried Wang Xiaohu into the temple, and fed him food and water, allowing Wang Xiaohu to live.
The monks from the Supreme Court knew that they were in a situation where they were surrounded. Among the monks of the Supreme Court, one of the most respected monks came to interrogate, but for some reason, he took a fancy to Wang Xiaohu, and advised Wang Xiaohu, "The world of mortals is a sea of bitterness, and the sea of bitterness is boundless. Only by converting to Buddhism can you be free." He wanted to persuade Wang Xiaohu to shave his head and become a monk with honor, and become a monk who did not eat meat.
Later on, Wang Xiaohu righteously rejected the monk's painstaking efforts and good intentions, and he directly asked, learning from the Irin, about the Supreme Court's current predicament. Wang Xiaohu, who was grateful for the monk's kindness of a meal, was filled with heroism, and decided to help the monks get through this difficult situation.
A few hours later, the scene of a hundred people attacking the mountain occurred.
Wang Xiaohu used the grenades given by the Irin to bomb everywhere, and with the cooperation of the monks' Buddhist arts, he actually managed to carve out a bloody path.
However, Wang Xiaohu was after all an ordinary person, and in such a chaotic situation, it was difficult for him to make the final decision. In the chaos, the monks of the Supreme Court either died or were injured. It was a tragic sight.
Then, Jian Nanchun appeared and easily took control of the situation, killing the invaders with a flick of his finger.
"Brother Lin, that's what happened."
Wang Xiaohu thought about the deaths of the monks, and he still felt a little sad. Even after he was out of danger, he shook his head and sighed, and his face did not relax at all.
He finally experienced for himself what Uncle Niu's story said, "The world is dangerous, and swords have no eyes."
Irin listened to Wang Xiaohu's story and felt like he was listening to a story.
Ah?
Wang Xiaohu's experience in the past three days was actually so soul-stirring and soul-stirring?
If it was anywhere else, wouldn't it be the experience of a main character?
It seemed a little ridiculous.
However, at the same time, Irin also understood why the people who planned to attack the Golden Temple suddenly could not sit still and took action.
It was because of Wang Xiaohu.
They had been waiting for three days, and were already at a stage where they were wary of each other. However, they did not expect Wang Xiaohu to not follow the rules and charge forward alone. Of course, this made them unable to sit still, so they all attacked together. And in the midst of mutual suspicion, one side suspected that the other side did not follow the rules, and the other side suspected that the other side did not follow the rules. In the end, it evolved into a situation of killing each other.
Irin wanted to laugh, but he could not.
At this moment.
The sound of footsteps came from the temple. Irin immediately stopped talking to Wang Xiaohu and turned his gaze in the direction of the footsteps.
He saw Jian Nanchun and Junior Sister Bing Shan walking out.
The two of them walked side by side, their clothes fluttering in the wind. They had the air of an immortal Dao couple.
Following closely behind them was an old monk. His bald head was suffused with a faint light. His left eye was only left with an empty eye socket, and blood was still flowing out. As he walked, he was casually wrapping gauze around his eye to cover the wound.
Beside the old monk, there was a white and clean little monk. He looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old. He had delicate features, red lips, and white teeth. However, the scar on his forehead was not like that of an ordinary monk. It looked a little out of place. In the little monk's hand, he tightly held a brocade pouch. Anyone could see that this pouch was very important to him.
When he saw the old monk walk out, Wang Xiaohu first subconsciously shrank behind Irin. Then, he reacted and took the initiative to welcome him. He asked with concern, "Master Ku Ye, is your eye okay?"
When Wang Xiaohu went up to welcome him.
Irin's gaze fell on the little monk beside Master Ku Ye.
While Irin was sizing up the little monk, the little monk also noticed Irin's gaze and looked at Irin.
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