disguised holy monk

The man who suddenly appeared was so vicious, the gangsters were all frightened, and they hesitated for a while, not daring to do it again.The people in the caravan were also scared, seeing that it had nothing to do with them, they ran away quickly.

The bandit boss was still holding his severed hand and screaming on the ground. At this moment, his heart became ruthless, and he yelled at his subordinates: "What are you still doing in a daze? Give it to me!"

The crowd immediately surrounded Amaro, gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

It's just that Amaro is not Xuanqing who has good intentions, he is quick and ruthless, how can they be opponents?

For a while, screams continued to ring out in the forest.

Xuanqing couldn't see at this time, he closed his eyes, his ears moved slightly, and he raised his voice a little unbearably: "Brother, please be merciful, let's send them to the government to deal with..."

Amoluo moved quickly in his hands, and when he exited, there was only one living bandit left in the forest. The long knife in his hand was facing Amoluo, but his hands were shaking.

Amoluo glanced at Xuanqing after hearing the words. He had black hair like ink, and was dressed in white clothes embroidered with blue clouds. He was spotless, and only his eyes were red. He was holding a sword on guard, unable to move, and looked a bit embarrassed.

Amaro paused for a moment, only to think that even if this person lost his memory, this good-natured temperament has not changed at all.He raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his voice: "Okay, I will listen to you."

As he said this, the remaining man was overjoyed for a moment, but in the next second, the man's long knife hit Amaro's chest. Amaro snorted, and raised his hand to break the opponent's neck.

"Ahem..." Amaro threw away the person in his hand, covered his wound and knelt on the ground, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood.

Xuan Qing: ... touch porcelain?Did he hit it by himself?

But he couldn't see it, so he could only say anxiously: "Brother? Are you injured?"

As he spoke, he explored with the blade of the sword and walked over, squatted down and touched Amaro's blood-stained wound, and hurriedly fumbled to take out the golden sore medicine for him.

Amaro didn't pick it up, but just looked at Xuanqing, his deep black eyes were full of meaning, but he said in a weak voice: "You don't blame me for killing him?"

Xuanqing paused, and then a bit of guilt appeared on his face, "How can I blame Xiongtai, if I didn't insist on asking them to save their lives, I wouldn't have hurt Xiongtai."

Amaro laughed out loud when he heard the words, "Just don't blame me."...That's it, a little bit of no resistance to killing, a little bit of habit, a little bit of falling into the abyss.

Xuanqing groped to help Amoluo to apply medicine briefly and then bandaged the wound.

Amaro glanced at his eyes that seemed to have not recovered, and said, "It's just a minor injury, how is your eye?"

Xuanqing's eyes were filled with medicinal powder, but they still couldn't open them, he shook his head, "It should be just ordinary medicinal powder, but it's just that it's hot in the eyes, and I still can't open them now..."

"There may not be a medical clinic near here because it is far away from the town." Amaro said, he stood up slowly and looked around. "There seems to be a river passing through this forest. Let's go to the river to clean it first."

Xuan Qing nodded, "Alright."

Hearing this, Amaro stepped forward to lead the way, and Xuanqing followed behind him, but he couldn't see and walked a bit slowly.

The branches and vines on the road were entangled, which made him almost fall.

"Be careful." Amaro helped him in time.

Xuanqing was also a little embarrassed to bother the other party too much. He couldn't see the other party's expression, so he could only smile slightly in Amaro's direction, "Thank you."

Amaro paused, took the blade of his sword, and said in a deep voice, "Follow me."

Xuan Qing was taken aback for a moment, and when he sensed the strength of the pulling force in his hand, he gradually came back to his senses, and the expression of gratitude on his face became more real.

Looking at him like this, Amaro felt that it was extremely novel, the relationship between people is so wonderful, that the young holy monk with peerless martial arts and respected by everyone would be at a disadvantage at this time.

Amaro didn't speak again, and the two were silent all the way until they heard the sound of the river gurgling.

"Here we are." Amaro helped him to the water's edge, and seeing Xuanqing holding water to wash his eyes freely, he suppressed the "Do you want me to help?", and stood aside with his arms crossed.

Xuanqing felt more comfortable after washing the powder in his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked. The water surface in front of his eyes changed from blurred to clear... It seemed that there was no toxicity, so he felt relieved. He washed his face again before standing up.

"Today I really want to thank you, brother. I'm Bai Xuanqing of the Qingyun sect. My brother is a chivalrous man. I don't know his name. Where did he come from?" There are water stains, the wet eyes are still a little red and swollen, and the indifferent smile between the brows is still pure and clean.

"Luo Mo." Amaro hooked his lips, said a fake name, paused for a moment and chuckled playfully: "I don't dare to be a chivalrous heart. There are countless people in the world who say that I am vicious, and there are many people." Treat me like a demon snake."

Xuan Qing smiled, didn't take it seriously, stepped forward and said, "Compared to rumors, I trust my own eyes more. If it wasn't for Brother Luo's help today, I'm afraid the matter would not be so easy to solve."

After being called big brother, Amaro paused slightly.He said slowly, "Where are you going next?"

Xuan Qing recalled the memory in his mind and said: "I made an appointment with my brothers and sisters to go to Yuecheng to meet up, where is Brother Luo?"

Amoluo was naturally with him, and said: "It just happens to be on the way, and I'm going there to do some things."

"That's great." Xuan Qing nodded, but now his horse was gone, he looked at the darkened sky, and discussed: "It's getting late now, I'm afraid I'm going to sleep in the wild today."

Amaro didn't care. After the two agreed, one went to find food, and the other went to find some firewood to light the fire.

When Xuanqing came back after looking for something to eat, Amaro had already lit a fire, and those who sat by the fire started to growl hungry.

So this dream is so real that you will be hungry if you don’t eat!

"Are you back?" Amaro glanced at Xuanqing, who was empty-handed, and couldn't help but frowned, "Where's our dinner?"

Xuan Qing smiled, took out the wild fruit he picked from his bosom and handed it to him, "Here."

Amaro was stunned for a moment, looking at him in disbelief, "Are we going to eat this?"

"What's the matter?" Xuan Qing didn't understand, so he nodded and stuffed it into his hand, "Try it, it's quite sweet."

Shouldn't Amaro think of bringing back two pheasants and hares?Isn't rabbit leg delicious?Just next to it can be cleaned, grilled meat on fire, fragrant oil...

The more he thought about it, the hungrier he became, so he couldn't help but said: "There should be wild animals here, I'll catch two and roast them?"

Xuan Qing stared round, shook his head and said, "But, I don't eat meat..."

Amaro was stunned, "You are not a monk..."

He paused in the middle of his words, only to realize that this was in a dream, and the other party was really a monk who didn't eat meat in reality—this character must be too firm!

Xuan Qing smiled a little embarrassedly, "I don't know, but I always feel that I shouldn't eat meat."

In order to keep his personality, he just came back after he was full.I was worried that the other party would lure him into the game and ask him to relapse.

Probably seeing that Amaro's face was too ugly, Xuan Qing spoke to appease him: "Brother Luo, go catch it, I'll just eat the wild fruit myself."

It’s just that the other party’s wild fruit was picked by him, and it’s hard for Amaro to refuse, anyway, he won’t die from starvation in his dream, so he took the fruit and bit into it—fuck, it’s so sour!

Xuan Qing blinked, and took a bite of his own sweet fruit.

Amitabha, I don't know who has subtly influenced whom...