Early landing in the world of martial arts

"Then what should I tell her? I only know about the past between the two of you."

The cat demon said.

"You don't need to say too much. When she speaks, you just need to listen quietly."

"When in front of her, I never dare to say a few more words."

Ning Ran smiled warmly, with such a Huaichun appearance, the cat demon had goose bumps all over his body.

"Okay, isn't it just to be like you and let her talk about it, I see."

The cat demon waved his hand and turned into a lynx and jumped onto the wall.

The old eunuch watched as he flicked his tail and jumped into the palace wall. The moment he landed, his figure and appearance became [-]% similar to that of Ning Ran in the woman's memory.

Even the clothes on the body are the same.

He came outside the house, pushed the door lightly and entered, the woman was still lying on the bed, the moonlight shone on her face.

Even though it was not long before, the cat demon still felt that the woman in the eyes surprised him.

"Kim Si..."

He called softly, and the woman on the bed seemed to have sensed it, and opened her eyes in a daze, and found that the man standing in front of him was slightly stunned for a while, and then smiled softly, pulling the black hair on his temples. Behind the ear.

This subconscious action made him freeze in place, and all the opening remarks he had planned were thrown away at this moment, and his mind just felt blank.

He could now understand why Ning Ran would speak in front of him, and didn't even dare to say a few more words.

If you share a room with a beautiful lady.

I'm afraid that if you change to a man at will, you will try to speak as little as possible, lest what you say will destroy the atmosphere at this time.

"You haven't come for several nights, I thought you abandoned me even in my dream."

Jin Si smiled softly, the smile was mostly a look of hunger and helplessness, and I don't know how much sadness of being let down was contained.

"I'm sorry for suffering you all these years."

The cat demon really couldn't hold back his hand, stretched it out, touched a strand of the other's hair, and then seemed to suddenly come to his senses, and quickly withdrew his hand back.

"I said before, I'm not a man-eating tiger, why are you always so afraid of me?"

Jin Si smiled slightly. With her smile, she only felt that the mountains and rivers were pale, and the sun and the moon were falling.

Outside the house, an old eunuch in a python robe was looking at the scene in front of him through the window.

He hadn't seen that weak canary's smile for a long time, but when he saw her again now, it was still the same as before, with a flowery smile.

"Jins, I'm sorry."

The cat demon said.

Ning Ran said.

Chapter 340 The Express Has Arrived

A guilt that spans time and space is still being told from a short distance.

But the old eunuch felt that the knot in his heart seemed to be released the moment he saw the woman.

The woman was not as tortured by the years in the cold palace as he had imagined.

On the contrary, it is just a little more weak than before.

Others, as usual, never changed.

……

A scene of deep love and lifelessness was staged in the cold palace.

At the same time, in the courtyard where Zen is enshrined, a bloody figure suddenly broke in and landed under the ginkgo tree.

Hearing the movement, the little novice thought it was another wild cat from outside climbing over the wall. Last time, his master had told him not to keep that wild cat, or he would be fined to copy it a few more times. this scripture.

But when he came out holding the oil lamp, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

Where is the wild cat in front of you?

It was clearly a blood-stained person!

The whole body was bright red, which was shocking.

It was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, so ferocious and terrifying that the little novice almost cried out of fright.

"Little monk... where is your master?"

This person spoke the unorthodox Dayan official dialect.

Fortunately, the little novice understood, and tremblingly stretched out a finger, pointing behind the man.

The latter turned his head slowly, and saw an old monk, wearing a precious cassock, which seemed to have never been taken off from the beginning to the end, and the Zen staff in his hand could still reflect light under the bright moon.

"Master... senior brother..."

The man raised his head, showing a miserable smile, and his face was also covered with blood.

It can be vaguely seen that he is not too old, but his body exudes bursts of yin that belong to ghosts. He is the Buddhist boy from the Western Regions who summoned ghosts and Buddhas.

"Yesterday, I felt restless. It seemed that something important was about to happen. As expected, I will go to bed today. I made a fortune before going to bed, and there will be a disaster star coming. I didn't expect to see you in a short time."

The old monk said coldly.

"Hehe, Senior Brother, if one family doesn't speak two different languages, how come they are separated in the Central Plains? The Senior Brother in gray robes and cassocks has disappeared, and now only the old abbot who is well-clothed and well-fed is left. "

The young man smiled, his smile was gloomy, like a ghost.

"Why don't you stay with the master well? Why are you running around outside all day long? This is not the Western Region, no one will let you, and this place is still in the palace, where masters gather. If someone finds out, I'm afraid it will be unavoidable. .”

The old monk said coldly.

No one in the palace knew about his relationship with Buddhism in the Western Regions, and of course, he didn't want others to know.

Even His Majesty the Emperor may not know his own background, but because of his unique abilities, he has a place to live in the palace and can provide various resources.

"Hey, senior brother, you are the only one who was not adopted by the master. The rest of the senior brothers all died in front of me."

The young man chuckled, covered his chest with one hand, and forced himself to stand up while supporting the ginkgo tree.The golden ginkgo leaves on the ground were also stained with mottled blood.

"A person as cruel and ruthless as the master, how can he survive half a year under his hands? If I hadn't left early, I'm afraid I would have the same fate as those few."

The old monk sneered, not only did he not have the slightest respect for the "Master" in his mouth, on the contrary, he had a lot of resentment, which was also mixed with a little fear.

In the vast rivers and lakes of the Western Regions, the law of the jungle is king, and survival of the fittest is the rule.

It was the old monk who lived to the end even though he was old and his talent was not as good as those few.Winning in the end is the king.

At least judging from the current situation, it is much better to enjoy rich clothes and fine food in the palace than to cry bitterly under the nine springs.

He also sincerely rejoiced in his heart that he chose to leave in the first place.

"Senior brother, senior brother, this is not too late. Back then, you had already learned half of the skills of the master, and when you left, you swore that if you got out in the future, people in the master's sect would take refuge in you. Reject every. day! Update, new? Since I was a child. Talk about the group. Stay. Stay (nine! Eight? Zero two, zero, five? Eight [five six) refuse, now I see this posture as a junior, I refuse every. Day! Update, newcomer? Since childhood. Shuoqun. Stay. Stay (nine! Eight? Zero two, zero, five? Eight [five six) outside the door?"

The young man wiped away the blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, and the clothes on his body were already worn out.

I wanted to shake my head, and told the little novice to take some clothes that fit him from my room and give them to him.

Although the latter was a little stunned by the man in front of him, he nodded obediently and went back to his room to fetch some clothes.

The old monk took the clothes and just looked indifferently at the former junior in front of him.

"Don't be ashamed in the palace. I can tell them that you are my apprentice who surrendered. You can also have a shelter temporarily, but the palace will not be the place for you to stay for a long time. Wait until the injury recovers. Almost, then you should leave here."

The old monk's tone was not heavy, but between the lines revealed that he could not refuse every day!What's new?Since childhood. Talk group. Stay.Stay (nine! Eight? Zero two, zero, five? Eight [five six) absolutely means, the boy smiled and took the clothes.

With such injuries, it is not bad to have a safe shelter, how dare I ask for more.

"Excuse me, little nephew, find me a place where I can wash my body. The smell will make you unable to sleep, and it will be bad."

The boy smiled and said, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a person who was seriously injured and dying.

The little novice stared blankly at the master, and after getting the latter's nod of approval, he took the young man to the bathing place.

After the little novice monk left, the cold mountain spring water poured down from his head, which instantly made the young man sober up, and the wound on his body was still aching.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the events of that night's battle.

The ghost Buddha, which is equivalent to the innate realm, was fragmented and turned into countless broken stones.

And he was also surrounded by many strong men. Although the strong man was exhausted, there was no lack of masters like Jiu Mingjun who were in a perfect state.

Even if he relies on the power of the remaining ghosts and Buddhas, he can only compete with one of them, and maybe he can only last a few more rounds, and the prototype will be revealed in a short time.

Knowing that he was in a bad situation, he chose the path with the greatest chance - to escape!

People in the Central Plains have a saying that if you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood.

The young man burned all his cultivation and rushed out a bloody road. Although many masters joined forces to block him, he tried his best to avoid it, and finally escaped, leaving only one life and many scars all over his body.

Especially when he thought that there was still a string of skeleton Buddha beads left in the ground, he felt quite unwilling. It was a magic weapon that he spent half his life trying to find.

"My lord, your courier has arrived."

A voice suddenly appeared.

Before the boy could be vigilant, a black package suddenly appeared in front of him.

Chapter 341 Shura in the Palace

Looking at the person in front of him, the boy slowed down his posture.

Those who can suddenly appear in front of him must not be simple characters.

If he didn't make a move at that moment, the opponent had already given up the best time to kill him.

In this way, it also proved that the other party was not malicious.

At least, so far.

"Who is coming? He is a hero, so why hide his head and show his tail like this, why don't you come out and tell a story, you can't say it, you can earn some fate."

Although the young man had a bald head, he had a bit of arrogance after taking off his cassock, clasping his fists with both hands and raising them high towards the heavens.

However, after waiting for a long time, no one responded.

The young man held his hands clasped high, but he was naked alone, looking a bit dazed.

Just as he sighed and wanted to put his hands down.

At this moment, another voice suddenly came from the sky.

"My lord is so polite. The little one is just a gift. Just now I saw that the lord was still bathing and changing clothes. I couldn't open my mouth for a while. Now I see the lord's posture, and it seems that the little one doesn't speak. You can stand here all night. The little one It’s a little unbearable.”

the man said.

Immediately, a figure in a black robe landed in front of the boy.

He was a full head taller than him, but kept calling out to the adults.

It's just that the black shadow is also quite particular, standing in front of the young man in black clothes, with his head down and his eyes closed, not daring to peek in the slightest, it seems that the people behind him have been well trained.

"You don't have to, my lord, you can just call him Xia Jizang. I don't know why this hero came to find me, a man in distress?"

The boy asked politely a few times.

After experiencing ups and downs in life, great joy and great sorrow, you must always learn a little respect.

"It's not me who is looking for your lord, it's the group leader who is behind me, and it's also the order from my master Shura, the master of the Tianque Pavilion."

The figure said.

There will never be any wordiness between speech and conversation, straight to the point, concise and to the point.

"Tianque Pavilion? You are the affiliation established by those aliens from the Central Plains? I have also known you in the Western Regions. I heard that you are only active in the vicinity of the capital. Only your Asura wanders around in the world, and Talent and cultivation are extremely astonishing."

The young man explained half of the truth in one sentence.

The figure was not surprising either, and he said with a smile, "My lord, you are a lord, as expected, you are very well-informed."

"I heard that you Master Shura likes to recruit all kinds of talents from all over the world. This time, you have extended your hand to my Western Regions? It's a pity that I don't like to be sent by people the most in my life. I'm used to freedom, so I won't follow him."

Although the teenager has learned humility, he will never compromise.

He has his own ambitions and revenge, so how could he obey others' orders so easily and become someone else's sword and gun.