With the reputation of being a traitor of the Shaolin Temple, Ci Hang naturally cannot continue to be a monk.
However, he was unwilling to marry her and go to Miaojiang with her. She was also unwilling to let Jiujiu give up the fragments on Cihang because of this. The two of them fell into a strange dilemma.
Ci Hang lowered his eyes. "The world is huge. There will always be a place for me."
Jiujiu smiled and said, "Yes, even if you can't continue to be a monk, you can still return to the secular world and marry me."
Ci Hang pursed his lips and looked at Jiujiu with a gentle and calm gaze. There was a trace of imperceptible emotion, but it was more of the compassion of the world. "Young benefactor, I am a monk."
Hearing Ci Hang emphasize that he was a monk again, Jiujiu rolled her eyes angrily, "A traitor monk who stayed with me, a witch, for more than ten days? Cihang, are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? Even if you want to be a monk, you can't be a monk in this lifetime. "
"This little monk's heart will not change." As long as he has a devout heart, whether he is in the Shaolin Temple or not, he will always be a monk.
Looking at Ci Hang, Jiujiu sighed dejectedly.
This monk had been reading too much Buddhist scriptures. No matter what she said, he still wanted to be a monk. Even though he had lost the bet, he was still unwilling to marry her. Was being a monk really that important?
He could not eat meat, marry a wife, or even hug the girl he liked. Jiujiu did not understand. It was so hard to be a monk, so why did Ci Hang want to be a monk?
"Forget it if you don't want to." Jiujiu glanced at Ci Hang. Although she liked the fragments on Ci Hang's body and hoped that he could be with her so that she could return the fragments to him in the end, it was indeed not what a gentleman should do to force others. Since Ci Hang was unwilling, she would not force him.
Although it was inevitable that it would be a pity, she did not want to force Ci Hang.
Jiujiu's mood was inevitably a little low. She looked at Ci Hang with some tears in her eyes. She lowered her eyes, and her shoulders drooped weakly. Her voice was no longer as cheerful as before. She said dejectedly, "After I kill Pudu, I will return to Miaojiang."
After Jiujiu finished speaking, she walked forward without waiting for Cihang.
But no matter how one looked at that figure, it was lonely and lonely. Even the cheerful sound of the bell in the past was somewhat gloomy.
Ci Hang sighed and followed.
The Martial Arts Circle Convention was held to exterminate the Demonic Sect, and the initiator was Pudu.
It was funny. Although the Demon Sect was a Demon Sect, they did not do many outrageous things. On the contrary, Pudu, who looked like a dignified monk, had actually done countless outrageous things. He coveted women and even killed people in the end.
She wouldn't even let her own child off.
Even a vicious tiger would not eat its cubs, but Pudu was worse than an animal.
His heart and liver were full of the stench of corrosion. Compared to those people from the Demon Sect who killed and set fire openly, Pudu was more like a member of the Demon Sect.
Or rather, he was not as good as those people from the Demon Sect. He was more like a hypocrite, a sanctimonious hypocrite.
Because the Martial Arts Circle Convention was held, the security of the Shaolin Temple was very lax. After a while, Jiujiu and Pudu slipped to the stage of the competition.
At this time, Mo Yu was fighting someone.
Mo Yu was dressed in a white robe and held a long sword in his hand. Under the sunlight, he looked handsome. His eyes were fierce and cold, and his temperament was awe-inspiring. He looked like a graceful young master.
Jiujiu stepped forward and pulled out a long sword from the arms of the person next to her. She turned over and jumped onto the stage. She said with a smile, "I'll do it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiujiu stood opposite Mo Yu.
She was dressed in blue, and her hair was scattered in the wind. Under the sunlight, her young and tender face was astonishingly beautiful.
Mo Yu sucked in a breath of cold air and subconsciously called out, "Jiujiu."
Jiujiu curled the corners of her mouth, and her eyes rippled. Her smile was enchanting and seductive, and her eyes were like hooks that hooked one's soul. Her voice was no longer childish. Instead, it was as enchanting and seductive as a demoness. "Long time no see, Young Master Mo."
The moment he saw Jiujiu, Mo Yu subconsciously took a step forward. However, when he came back to his senses, he stepped back and said in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
"You can come, so why can't I?" Jiujiu tilted her head and looked at Mo Yu with an innocent expression. She said with a charming smile, "I'm the same as you. I'm here to be the Martial Arts Circle's Alliance Master."
"Jiujiu, don't mess around." Mo Yu said in a low voice, "Weapons don't speak. Jiujiu, quickly go down. I'll come find you after the competition."
Jiujiu curled a strand of hair and twirled it around her finger. She smiled faintly and her eyes curved slightly. "You think I'm here to play?"
Mo Yu pursed his lips. He didn't say anything, but the meaning behind his words was clear. He thought Jiujiu was here to play.
Jiujiu smiled faintly. She pulled out her sword and pointed it at Mo Yu. "Mo Yu, I'm not here to play. I'm here to kill."
Mo Yu's expression changed slightly, and he tightened his grip on his sword.
Jiujiu laughed mockingly. See, when he heard that she was here to kill, the gentle and caring Mo Yu now had a cold expression on his face. It was obvious that he would pull out his sword at the slightest provocation.
As the saying goes, there are no eternal friends in this world, only eternal enemies.
"Are you going to stop me?" Jiujiu looked at Mo Yu and asked.
Mo Yu held his sword and looked at Jiujiu with pity in his eyes. "Jiujiu, don't mess around."
"Why don't you believe what I say?" Jiujiu chuckled. She drew a line in the air with her finger and turned water into ice. She attacked Mo Yu.
Mo Yu raised his sword to meet the enemy.
The two of them quickly tangled together. Although Jiujiu was holding a long sword, she was still using the Frost Palm. Her ability to turn water into ice successfully made everyone dumbfounded.
The Frost Palm was a lost technique. They didn't expect it to appear in the hands of such a young girl. Greed instantly appeared in the eyes of those with evil intentions.
Pudu was especially so. His eyes were burning with greed. He didn't look like a master at all. He looked more like a bandit than a bandit.
Jiujiu and Mo Yu fought for a while. Mo Yu was knocked off the table by Jiujiu. There was even a palm print on his chest with ice shards.
Mo Hang helped Mo Yu up with a distressed look. He glared at Jiujiu and scolded, "Witch."
Jiujiu smiled faintly. "I was born in Nanjiang. My mother is the Saintess of Nanjiang. My father is an eminent monk. Am I not a witch?"
When Jiujiu said the first half of her sentence, everyone looked calm. How could a witch not be from Nanjiang? However, when they heard the second half of her sentence, they instantly felt uncomfortable. What did she say?
Her father was an eminent monk. How could an eminent monk marry and have children?
What's more, he was with a witch from Miaojiang?
There were whispers below. Pudu, who had a greedy look on his face just now, looked a little ugly. He couldn't sit still anymore. He looked at Jiujiu with cold and stern eyes and said in a threatening tone, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Nonsense?" Jiujiu raised her eyebrows. "Then Master Pudu will know if I'm talking nonsense after we do a blood test."
Pudu scolded sternly, "Nonsense."
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