A gust of wind broke out in the rain, and then a man appeared in front of the person holding an umbrella.
The woman is tall, with the end of the three thousand black hairs slightly curled on her shoulders, shaking with the wind.
Two hairpins were inserted across the top of her head. The body was larger, the end of the bronze tail was carved with peony patterns, and the stamens were decorated with rubies, and bronze tassels were laid on it. It looks like ordinary jewelry in the world, with dull gems, with traces of wasted years.
Such an old hairpin actually added a bit of charm to her charming appearance.
Her dark red inner clothes were covered with a black robe, and her wide sleeves were hanging between her legs, wandering around the sky like a candle when floating in the wind.
At this time, she was looking at him with a smile on her face, looking up and down, and then asked, “Master’s name is…”
The tone of her voice was deliberately lowered and slowed down to show friendship.
The Buddha held the umbrella and saw that the sudden appearance was not panicked, nor even an unnecessary expression, but just looked at her indifferently, with a dead silence in her eyes.
He did not answer immediately, his thin lips tightly pursed, and there seemed to be a hint of boredom and disgust between his eyebrows and eyes, without any concealment.
This Qingyou Temple is rare to see such a Buddhist son who is easily impatient.
He hesitated for a moment and finally replied: “Hunting Song.”
The voice was very heavy and low, but it was filled with the gentleness of a gentle young man. This was the gentleness and courteousness engraved in his bones. It would be better if the tone was not so unfamiliar.
Gu Jingmo couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and looked at him carefully. The young monk with a mid-stage cultivation level looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old. After a little investigation, he confirmed that there was no trace of his cultivation level.
The male voice echoing in the mountains before was a little more ethereal, and the voice of the Buddhist son is more realistic at this moment. It sounds like this, there are some differences between the two. For a moment she felt the same and quickly gave up suspicion.
Are the voices of cultivators from famous schools and sects so good?
Gu Jingmo looked very satisfied with his appearance and wanted to leave a good impression on him, so he asked, “I am going outside the mountain but I am lost. I wonder if the little master can…”
Don’t be so rude as much as possible, and find a way to abduct him first.
Before he finished speaking, Xuan Song had already answered: “No.”
Rejection must be neatly and neatly.
“But I’ve been walking in the mountains for a long time, so tired-” She tried again, rarely showing weakness, and her tone was coquettish.
Xuan Song lowered his eyes and looked at her clean soles, then looked at her hair that was not stained with raindrops, pursing her lips without making a sound.
She easily understood his eyes, and the two of them were stalemate between the plants and the world.
Gu Jingmo stood in the rain, relying on body protection barrier to shelter from the rain.
Xuan Song stood alone with an umbrellaWithin the scope of the umbrella, there is no intention of being humble.
Gu Jingmo shook his sleeves, raised his chin slightly, walked a few steps towards Xuan Song and sighed, “Then I can only steal people.”
Xuan Song did not dodge, nor even panic, as if he was just waiting to see what she was going to do.
It was not until Gu Jingmo approached the distance that he disliked that he raised his hand, and his palms were circulating his spiritual power to blast out a palm.
Gu Jingmo only felt a hurricane hit, and after spinning around her for a week, it dispersed inexplicably.
She spread her hands and looked at herself, unscathed, and then looked at Xuan Song with exploring eyes.
Xuan Song seemed surprised to see her like this. He used his spiritual power again and blasted out his palm. Another hurricane surrounded Gu Jingmo in a vortex shape, and then scattered lightly after turning around.
She couldn’t help but wonder: “I rarely practice fighting with Buddha. Are all the martial arts practiced by Buddha so unattacking?”
Xuan Song stopped and looked at his palm, then looked up at Gu Jingmo. His originally cold eyes finally had a strange look, and there was a little fluctuation.
He seemed to be looking at Gu Jingmo again, exploring, and wondering.
Gu Jingmo didn’t know that just now, Xuan Song used the palm technique that the Demon Sect cultivators feared the most – the redemption of the killing palm.
This kind of exercise is extremely cruel and atones for the sinful people’s crimes by killing them.
There is no preparation for redeeming the killing of the palm, and it is often fatal to one blow. The more sin the attacked person is, the more powerful the redemption of the killing palm.
Of course, only with an absolutely powerful reserve of spiritual power can the caster maintain this set of exercises. Otherwise, when you encounter someone who is extremely sinful, the power of the killing palm will be so powerful that the caster cannot bear it and will explode and die.
Xuan Song has been in the world of cultivation for more than 1,900 years, and it is the first time that this situation has happened.
The redemption of killing is to use the guilty mentality of sinners, to draw the power of the inner demon, to kill the body and soul.
The person in front of him had either never done anything evil, like a piece of white paper. Or she was absolutely shameless, feeling that she had never done anything wrong, and was so cold-blooded that she was crazy.
Gu Jingmo asked the question but failed to get the answer, and he thought that Xuan Song’s martial arts was not good. The first time he fought, he was nervous and had no spiritual power. Instead, he encouraged him: “It’s okay, relax, as long as he is with me… Ah, as long as I have some advice, your cultivation will steadily improve, and I can send you to the Nascent Soul stage.”
Xuan Song glanced elsewhere and ignored it.
Gu Jingmo didn’t care about his attitude, so he used a volume of exercises and said loudly, “Let’s go, my sister will take you to practice.”
After saying that, he called back to the back of the tree, “Huang Tao, come with me!”
“Hey!”Seeing that Gu Jingmo was about to succeed, Huang Tao immediately left with her.
Xuan Song naturally had to struggle, but he didn’t want to come back to his senses and he had already arrived in another space.
What a powerful escape technique!
After he stood firm, he looked at Gu Jingmo again. First, it was useless to redeem the killing palm, and then the strange escape technique, the female devil of the Demon Sect actually gave him two surprises in one day.
He naturally wouldn’t have thought that the third surprise would arrive soon.
They have reached the territory thousands of miles away from Qingyou Temple, and it is a small cave.
This is a small world, with towering ancient trees around it, the mountains with beautiful spots and beautiful clouds, and the sound of forests and springs accompanied by birds singing.
He stood at the entrance of a cave, with a gurgling stream flowing through the door, the water passing by, and the stone walls were filled with even dark green moss, scent of grass and trees and turbulent tides.
Since he had arrived, Xuan Song was not anxious. He was actually curious that this female devil sneaked into Qingyou Temple, neither killing nor setting fire, but came to catch him, the disguised “little monk”. What medicine is sold in this gourd?
He put away the oil-paper umbrella and followed Gu Jingmo and Huang Tao into the cave. He watched Gu Jingmo sway and ignited the magic weapon for lighting in the cave.
I think they had lived in this cave for a while.
After Xuan Song went in, he found a cushion and sat cross-legged down to meditate, and asked, “What is your escape technique just now?”
Gu Jingmo turned around and looked at Xuan Song. He was not surprised that the young monk was caught by her. Instead, he followed her into the cave indifferently, and asked her questions calmly, and couldn’t help but feel surprised.
She chuckled and walked to Xuan Song’s body, squatted down, put her arm on her knees, and replied calmly, “I have learned the rapid practice with the Taohua Sect’s practitioners for a while, and then improved it myself, and this effect will be achieved.”
“It’s practical.”
“No, this is the result of my actual combat. If I can’t beat it, I will go thousands of miles away, so they can’t catch up.”