disguised holy monk

Xuan Qing hadn't gone far with Yue Quietly on his back when he saw a group of people searching along the river bank.He put the man down to support him. The guards headed by Yue Jingran were very excited when they saw them, pointing at them and yelling, "The man has been found! He has been found! Here!"

They were so excited, as if their lives had been saved.

Until Wuying and Jiang Qimo caught up behind them, they looked at Wuying and flinched.After all, this cold-looking guy broke free from the rope and almost killed them all!

"Master!" Unable to restrain his excitement, Wuying strode forward, but in the next second, his eyes fell on the blood-stained skirt of his jacket, and he couldn't help but change his eyes. Neck, eyes cold.

His movements were extremely fast and his hands were strong, Yue Jingran couldn't breathe for a while, her face turned red from holding back.

"Wuying, I'm fine, stop!" Xuan Qing hastily stretched out his hand to stop, and then quietly rescued Yue.

Wuying's hands and wrists were still covered with bloodstains, which were strangled by force to break free from the rope.At this time, seeing Xuan Qing protecting Yue Qingran, she couldn't help but tighten her thin lips, and said in a deep voice: "Master, this demon girl did everything this time, why are you still protecting her? Didn't Master say that monks should If the six sense organs are pure, are the four elements empty?"

He obviously looked cold, but he always felt a sense of grievance in his black eyes.

Xuan Qing said helplessly: "My blood is due to my own internal injuries. Miss Yue saved me last night, and I believe Miss Yue will not make things difficult for us again."

While comforting Wu Ying, he looked at Yue Quietly.

Yue quietly coughed a few times before calming down. There were still red marks on her neck left by her fingers. She had never suffered such humiliation since she was a child. For a while, she had thought of hundreds of ways to torture the other party. !

But when she met Shang Xuanqing's gaze, there was sparkling light in it, full of smiles, as if with endless trust.She was angry and angry at first, but now she couldn't make it out at all—how could she let him down?

Yue Quietly was speechless in a daze.

At this time, her guards had bypassed Wuying and stood behind her, "Young patriarch, are you okay? Do we still want to..."

Yue quietly came back to her senses, hummed softly and didn't speak, only waved her hands to make everyone back off.

Jiang Qimo also felt that he had rushed to Xuan Qing's side. His expression was still a little pale, but his long eyebrows remained indifferent. He was relieved when he saw Xuan Qing, and after hearing what he said, he hurriedly reached out to take his pulse, "What internal injury? Let me help you." Take a look."

Neither Wu Ying nor Yue Quiet stopped them, they stared at Jiang Qimo closely, obviously they were also very nervous.

Xuanqing is not worried about loopholes in the pills given by the system.

Sure enough, when Jiang Qimo probed the pulse, he felt that the blood in his body was disordered, and his internal breath sometimes disappeared, very much like a backlash after forcibly using internal force.

But it seems that something is helping him fix it?Just use it after repairing it, and repair it after backlash... Repeatedly, this body can't bear the impact of such a powerful internal force, and sooner or later it will be dilapidated.

Jiang Qimo frowned, even Yue Yue and Wu Yingxin raised it.

He said solemnly: "If you want to live for a few more years, don't use your internal power rashly."

Xuan Qing was stunned: ...Mom, what kind of side effect did the system create for him!

Wuying clenched his fists for a moment, his eyes were determined, "Master, just leave anything to me in the future."

Xuan Qing smiled helplessly, "Old wounds, it's nothing serious..."

Several people looked dignified, obviously not believing.

Xuan Qing: ...he really told the truth this time.

On the other side, Yue Jingran's guards couldn't wait any longer, and stepped forward to whisper something.

Yue quietly glanced at Xuanqing with a complicated expression, "Xuanqing, this time we are evened, goodbye."

...I'm afraid it will never happen again.

Before she turned around and took two steps, she suddenly heard Xuan Qing's voice, "Miss Yue, please stay..."

Yue quietly trembled, and hurriedly turned to look at him.

I saw Xuanqing clasped his hands together, and begged: "Please ask Miss Yue to relieve the Gu on Benefactor Jiang's body..."

Jiang Qimo was taken aback for a moment, his own body knew that there was no one to activate this Gu, and there was no serious problem.What's more, compared with the cold poison that invaded his heart and lungs, this Gu is really nothing.

But this person still wanted to help him.

Yue quietly bit her lip, her eyes almost turned red with anger at the thought of anticipation in her mind just now.

She turned her head away, not wanting to speak, but she still couldn't get rid of the pair of star-like eyes in her mind, so she said angrily: "Just feed him a little of your blood."

After she finished speaking, she was worried and added, "Just drink a drop, don't bleed too much foolishly!"

Xuan Qing was stunned for a while and thought, probably not reacting yet.

"I'll feed you the antidote, so your blood is fine." Yue quietly explained in a concealed manner, and Xuan Qing nodded in understanding, gratefully said: "Thank you, Miss Yue."

Yue quietly did not speak, she took a deep look at him for the last time, as if she wanted to imprint something into her mind, then turned around and never looked back, and left here with her guards.

Xuanqing fed Jiang Qimo a drop of blood according to what Yue quietly said, and then he checked, and the Gu worms in his body were gone.

Xuan Qing's blood had this effect, but Jiang Qimo didn't believe Yue Quietly's explanation so much, he had a guess... However, since it was harmless to Xuan Qing, he didn't want to say it.

……

Jiang Qimo originally wanted Xuan Qing to go back to the valley with him to recuperate, so he tried to heal his internal injuries.

But Xuanqing still has a martial arts conference imminent, besides, he has nothing wrong with him at all, Jiang Qimo can't be cured well!

It's just that Jiang Qimo was very stubborn, so Xuan Qing could only promise him to go back with him after attending the martial arts conference.

Now Jiang Qimo was worried, so he wanted to go with them.

The three of them rested for a while, and when they were about to go on the road, they suddenly realized something, Yue quietly took the escort and left by boat...then what should they do?

Looking at the endless grassland on the river bank, in the wilderness here, according to their speed, they might not be able to catch up with the martial arts conference.

Fortunately, Wuying brought their burdens, Xuanqing changed his clothes, and the three of them rushed to the nearest town on foot, but Xuanqing was already out of breath after a while.

He thought to himself, saying that he should stop Yue Qingran just now and send them to the martial arts conference before leaving?

Just when Wuying proposed to rest in place for a while, a needle of dust rose in the distance, as if a carriage passed by.

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The Martial Arts League is particularly lively today. Heroes from all walks of martial arts in the Southern Dynasties and prominent figures from various Buddhist temples have all arrived, just to meet an appointment for a competition.

It's just that at this time, the expressions on their faces are green and white, which is not good-looking.

The opponent seemed to have a clear grasp of their various martial arts, no matter which faction was found by Amaro's disciples, they easily defeated them.

They turned their gazes to the person sitting cross-legged across from him. Amaro had bushy eyebrows and straight nose, handsome and deep features, with unbridled strength.

Although Xiyi tantric sects are also monks, they don't taboo on wine and meat, and do as they please.Therefore, even if Amaro sits cross-legged, he is not as upright as a monk in the Southern Dynasty. He is wearing a saffron monk's robe and leaning on his body.There is also a large string of black agate beads hanging around his neck, each of which is huge and bright.At this time, he was propping his head with one hand, holding the rosary with the other, his lips curled up slightly, a half-smile, a bit of a pity, "Your martial arts in the Southern Dynasty are nothing more than that, why can't you even defeat a few of my apprentices?"