Looking at Jiujiu's smile that was as bright as the sun, Ci Hang almost subconsciously wanted to agree, but when she thought of her master's earnest teachings, she shook her head without hesitation. "Young benefactor, you must be joking."
"Joking?" Jiujiu said in a teasing tone, "I never joke. After all, I've killed people before!"
When she said that she had killed someone, Jiujiu made a sword-drawing gesture to remind Ci Hang that she had killed Sang Ye.
Ci Hang stood stiffly on the spot and looked at Jiujiu for a long time without moving.
Looking at Cihang's dazed look, Jiujiu burst out laughing. She pinched a strand of her hair and casually twirled it around her fingertips.
Her black hair twined around her fingertips like threads of love. Her fingers were fair and tender, and her fingertips were tender pink. It was like a cinnabar mole that was reflected in Ci Hang's heart.
Ci Hang lowered his eyes to hide the surging affection in his eyes. He pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist chant. "Amitabha."
"If chanting the name of Buddha was useful, Sang Ye wouldn't have died. Foolish monk." Jiujiu lifted his foot and kicked Xiao Bai's belly. He looked at Ci Hang and asked, "Is there a monk called Pudu in Shaolin Temple?"
Pudu?
'Isn't Pudu my master?'
Jiujiu ignored the conflict on Ci Hang's face and continued to ask, "Monk, if you don't know, I'll ask someone else."
After that, regardless of Ci Hang's reaction, Jiujiu patted Little White's butt. Little White, who was connected to Jiujiu, raised its hooves and ran forward.
"Young Benefactor, why are you looking for Master Pudu?" Ci Hang hurriedly used his qinggong to follow Jiujiu.
Jiujiu stopped Little White and turned to look at Ci Hang curiously. She blinked. "You know Pudu?"
Ci Hang's face was still holy, and his black eyes were as deep as the deep sea. He said indifferently, "He is my master. You haven't told me why you are looking for Master Pudu."
"Your master!" Jiujiu sighed in surprise and lament. "I've already said that I'm here to kill. Why do you think I'm looking for Pudu?"
Hearing Jiujiu say that she wanted to kill Pudu, Ci Hang's eyelids trembled, but his expression remained calm. He only advised, "Young Benefactor, although your martial arts skills are high, you're slightly inferior to Master Pudu."
This was to remind Jiujiu that she could not defeat Pudu.
Jiujiu originally thought that Ci Hang would be angry when she said that she wanted to kill Pudu, but who knew that this fool was not only not angry, but also reminded her that she could not defeat Pudu. It was really thought-provoking.
In the face of Ci Hang's concern, Jiujiu only chuckled and said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about that. When the time comes, just wait to collect Pu Du's corpse."
This time, Xiao Bai ran forward again. Jiujiu did not turn back, and Ci Hang did not chase after her.
At night.
Jiujiu sat on the treetops on the mountainside and looked at the moonlight in the sky. She felt a little lonely and sad.
She did not know how long this kind of life would last. How long would it take for her to bring Ain back? It was really troublesome.
Fortunately, she had Xiao Bai and Bao Bao. Otherwise, she would definitely go crazy.
Jiujiu rubbed Bao Bao's little head and used the branches to set up a formation around her. Only then did she lean against the treetops and fall asleep.
The next morning, when she opened her eyes and raised her hand, she found that a slightly yellow monk robe was covering her shoulders. She lowered her head.
Ci Hang was sitting on the ground in a thin robe. Sensing that Jiujiu was awake, Ci Hang looked up at Jiujiu and smiled faintly. "Young Benefactor, good morning."
"Oh, what a coincidence, Big Monk." Jiujiu lightly landed from the tree and threw the monk robe on Ci Hang. She looked down at Ci Hang, who was still meticulous even though he was sitting on the ground. Although there was a smile on her lips, her eyes were full of mockery. "I remember that I didn't invite you to my place. Also, did you destroy my formation?"
"Amitabha." Ci Hang looked at Jiujiu and said gently, "The sea of bitterness is boundless. Listen to this poor monk's advice. Young Benefactor, turn back and be saved."
Jiujiu blinked her big misty eyes and looked at Ci Hang. "Even if he killed my mother and killed my master, I still have to let him go?"
"Young Benefactor, don't talk nonsense." Ci Hang's calm face changed. He denied it. "My master is merciful. How could he kill your mother and master? There must be a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Jiujiu snorted coldly. "What do you mean by misunderstanding? If I say that Pudu killed someone, it's a misunderstanding. Do you want Pudu to kill someone in front of you?"
Jiujiu chuckled. "Big Monk, do you dare to make a bet with me? If I win, you will come with me. If I lose, I will go back to Miaojiang and never step into the Central Plains again. What do you think? "
Ci Hang's lips trembled. He did not nod or shake his head.
Jiujiu chuckled and whispered in Ci Hang's ear.
Jiujiu raised her head after speaking, but she was surprised to find that Ci Hang was blushing.
Because the monk did not have hair to cover his face, Ci Hang's blush was particularly obvious, especially his two ears. They were so red that they almost dripped blood under the sunlight.
Ever since the two of them met, Ci Hang had always been serious about her. Jiujiu thought that Ci Hang was not interested in her, but now it seemed that he was not.
Jiujiu pretended to be frivolous and blew into Ci Hang's ear. She said coquettishly, "Big Monk, I see that you have a handsome face. If you return to the secular world and marry me, I will not kill Pudu. What do you think?"
As if struck by an electric current, Ci Hang quickly retreated. Even his neck was red. He avoided looking at Jiujiu and waved his hand repeatedly. "No, no."
"Why not? Your master, Master Pudu, still ate meat and played with women when he became a monk. Why can't he do it when it comes to you?"
Hearing Jiujiu say this about Pudu, Ci Hang's red face instantly turned cold. Although his heart was still beating fast, he had calmed down. He said in a low voice, "Little Benefactor, don't talk nonsense."
Jiujiu snorted coldly and walked toward Xiao Bai. "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Anyway, I want to kill Pudu. It's none of your business."
Looking at Jiujiu's delicate appearance, Ci Hang sighed. Although he was a monk and all living things were equal, when he saw Jiujiu, his heart could no longer be as equal as before.
Ci Hang walked to Jiujiu's side and took the reins. As he walked forward, he said, "Little Benefactor, why do you have to kill my master?"
"Then why do you have to be a monk?"
Ci Hang lowered his eyes. "I was an abandoned baby. I was adopted by my master when I was young."
"So you want to be a monk?" Jiujiu smiled faintly. "Then I was adopted by my master when I was young, and I didn't become a swordsman."
Thinking of Yun Ze, the kind old man who was considerate to her during the day but did not have a good ending, Jiujiu could not help but sigh. She raised her foot and kicked Xiao Bai's butt. She said indifferently, "Big Monk, why don't you believe me?"
"It's not that I don't believe you, Little Benefactor. It's just that my master can't …"
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