The mountains and forests in the early morning were full of fog, but not thick fog, but just a very light fog. You can see the kind deep in the forest at a glance.

Two figures stepped on the fallen leaves in the mountains and forests one after another. Some playful tender grass had just emerged from the gaps in the fallen leaves, which was particularly conspicuous at first glance.

"Huh?" Guo Xiaojiu took a deep breath. The smell of rotten leaves in the forest should have been diluted a lot by the continuous drizzle. For some reason, he still felt the richness in it, so that it reached a point of choking.

"Go faster." Ning Buer said with some dissatisfaction when he turned around and glanced at the back.

At this time, she had already put on the purple gauze that covered half of her face again, and her black hair swayed gently with the light wind in the forest.

At this time, the rain had stopped, and my feet were stepping on the fallen leaves, making a strange creaking sound.

"My fairy, walk slowly. Early in the morning, I can't even eat breakfast. I will accompany you to the wilderness and have to climb this high mountain!" Guo Xiaojiu vented his dissatisfaction and pointed to the high place of the forest.

"If you don't want to leave, you can go back, and you are still a man." Ning Buer was too lazy to turn around and walked by himself. His sleeves swayed left and right, and his steps under his feet actually accelerated a little bit.

"Bao, bah, bah!" Guo Xiaojiu reached out and patted his mouth, probably because he wanted to punish his nonsense mouth.

Guo Xiaojiu followed Ning Buer tightly, and his eyes looked at Ning Buer's back from time to time. He didn't know what he was muttering, but it was probably slandering Ning Buer's ugly behavior.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them had already reached the hillside and walked forward. There was a small peak. Looking into the distance, you could roughly see a small temple in the distance.

After walking for a while, Ning Buer suddenly stopped, and she turned to the mountain spring on one side, pulled the cowhide water bag from her waist and drew some clean water.

Guo Xiaojiu also stopped quickly and glanced at the mountain spring. It might be very sweet, but how could the wine smell?

So, Ning Buer raised his head and drank a few sips of water. Guo Xiaojiu also took out the wine bag and drank a few big sips of wine. Suddenly, the strong smell of alcohol made him burp a few times.

Seeing Guo Xiaojiu's actions, Ning Buer wanted to laugh but didn't make a sound, but just shook his head helplessly.

She pointed at the small peak and narrowed her eyes: "He may have been waiting for us there for a long time."

"Where?" Guo Xiaojiu followed Ning Buer's hand and saw a figure looking at them.

"Why is it a monk? This monk on the mountain?" Guo Xiaojiu pinched the scabbard in confusion.

"There may be no monk on this mountain except him." He had roughly guessed the tragic situation inside the temple, and Ning Buer shook his head again: "Let's go."

"Okay." Guo Xiaojiu responded.

The two continued to walk up the mountain, and the figure became closer and closer. Guo Xiaojiu became more and more nervous. His left hand began to be placed on the scabbard, and his right hand clenched into a fist to press it on his lower abdomen, and then he was ready to draw the knife.

Gradually, they could see the monk's face. Ning Buer stopped again, without any extra movements, just staring at the monk, let alone saying nothing.

"Come?" The monk smiled, reached out and touched his bald head. With a big sleeve, it turned out to be a sleeve sword. This is probably the so-called hidden knife in a smile.

The Xiujian was the monk's flying sword. The Xiujian was very fast, and it was faster than Ning Buer's flying sword for a few moments. It was approaching Guo Xiaojiu's eyes. The target of the Xiujian was naturally Guo Xiaojiu.

During this short journey, Guo Xiaojiu thought about many scenes of meeting the monk, but there was no such one, but fortunately he was a little prepared.

Drawing the sword, holding his hands full, crossing his chest, the energy in his body rotated, and his eyes were fixed on the oncoming sneak sword.

"Ah!" With Guo Xiaojiu's fierce shout, the knife in his hand collided with the sleeve sword.

His figure began to be quickly forced back, and the sneak sword followed closely until Guo Xiaojiu was suddenly poured on a big tree, breaking his aura.

The sneaker sword was only an inch away from his eyebrows. Just the monk's thoughts were needed, and Guo Xiaojiu might have a different body and head in the next moment.

"Stop!" Ning Buer angrily scolded the monk, and turned around and glanced at Guo Xiaojiu several times. After confirming that he had no life, he continued to stare at the monk.

The flying sword behind her had also been unsheathed and was spinning and staying on top of her head.

"Haha!" The monk smirked: "Ning Buer, what are you doing? My old friend wants to help you do something you are reluctant to do, why did you draw your sword at me?"

"Shut up!" Ning Buer frowned, and she turned around and looked at Guo Xiaojiu.

The sword is not biased, neither humble nor arrogant, just one inch, still in the center of Guo Xiaojiu's eyebrows. Guo Xiaojiu wanted to reach out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but he did not dare to act rashly.

The sword was held in his hand, and it trembled slightly and buzzed, as if it was unwilling to accept it.

"Tsk tsk, Ning Buer, can you really like this kid? If it is true, just say it, I definitely can't ruin your good things, right? But you have to think clearly, your past ten years of cultivation and your master's great revenge."

The monk waved his hand and put his hands behind him.

"If you really want to kill him, you don't need to do it." Ning Buer rolled his eyes, and the flying sword spun a few threads faster.

"Stop, if I believe you, I won't see him." The monk sneered a few times, but reached out to grab it, and the sneaker sword flew back to his hand as if it was pulled by a qi.

"Huh!" Guo Xiaojiu did not dare to relax. He continued to hold the knife in his hand tightly. If he hadn't always been preparing to draw the knife, he would have died as soon as the flying sword arrived. How could he give Ning Buer and the monk time to argue.

It seems like a casual sword, but I’m afraid the monk has been accumulating his strength for a long time.

"Boy, you are good at it. If you can block my sword, you can be considered the number one person." The monk had already pinched the sleeve sword and retracted it into his sleeve.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to try your skills."

Ning Buer remained motionless, her flying sword was still on top of her head, and the sword tip was so swirling that it couldn't see its original appearance.

"Forget it, take your weapons, what's so nervous about being a monk like me? Can I really kill people?" The monk continued to smile: "It seems that I really like to kill people."

"You let him go." Ning Buer suddenly said, her eyes turned and her tone was a little cold.

"Let him go? Why did you let him go? I finally came up the mountain?" The monk's expression changed back and forth, not knowing what was fighting for in his heart.

"I'm thick-skinned, nothing serious, don't worry." Guo Xiaojiu walked forward a few steps and stood beside Ning Buer.

"If you let me go, you can leave!" Ning Buer turned around and looked at Guo Xiaojiu.

"Haha!" The monk's expression was a bit ferocious: "Fairy Ning, don't forget your master's great revenge. Even if this kid doesn't participate, he will definitely become a stumbling block for you in the future."

"I have my own decision on my business." Ning Buer stretched out his hand and pointed at the foot of the mountain: "But today, he must go down the mountain."

"Are you wondering why I am so hostile to you?" The monk didn't pay attention to Ning Buer and asked Guo Xiaojiu: "Because I have a life-and-death grudge with the King of Luoyang and Pei Min."

"What does the world of you old monsters have to do with me, and what does it have to do with fairies?" Guo Xiaojiu raised his head and frowned, and asked with a knife in his hand tightened.

"She hasn't told you yet?" the monk said, "Then I'll talk to you."

Before the monk could say anything more, Ning Buer suddenly shouted: "Bukong, you have a word of it. From now on, you will be ruthless."

"That's not what you can do if you say you can

It's broken?" Monk Bukong touched his bald head with annoyed look on his face: "Don't forget who picked you up from the pile of dead people back then, who sent you to Qingcheng Mountain, and, Isn't it that I knelt in front of the old master, who can allow you, a wild girl, to have your current status and achievements?"

"I forgot about it!" Ning Buer obviously said anger. As he spoke, he turned his head and refused to look directly.

"So that's it!" Guo Xiaojiu understood the relationship between the two and realized it. But he was not enlightened and still stood beside Ning Buer.

"Lovely boy, I used to be as infatuated as you." Bukong seemed to be in deep thought. He did not look down, but looked up at the distant sky.

"Monk, can I ask you for advice?" Guo Xiaojiu said to Bukong. He raised his sword, and above the blade, it was like a dragon roar.

Just like his state of mind at this moment, Monk Bukong was defeated with a move just now, and he and his sword were reluctant.

"Okay!" Bukong turned his mind and responded. The sleeve sword slowly flew out again, stagnating at his cuff.

The result was a bit unexpected. Before Bukun came out, Ning Buer's sword took action first. Her flying sword seemed to turn into a dragon. This was probably her strongest sword now: "I owe you this!"

The dragon head was the sword edge, and then there were three talisman swords, distributed behind the flying sword, forming the entire dragon's body. This was not a sword, but it was clearly four swords.

Bukong's sleeve sword just raised it casually and jumped into the air and collided with the flying sword.

The flying sword was instantly cut off from Ning Buer and stopped in mid-air. The three talisman swords behind the flying sword wanted to turn around, but two were broken one after another, and only one was taken back by Ning Buer again.

At some point, Monk Bukong had already stood in front of Guo Xiaojiu, gently pushed Guo Xiaojiu, and then rushed back.

Guo Xiaojiu wanted to reach out to stop him, but he was a little slower after all.

However, Bukong's strength was not great. He just forced Guo Xiaojiu to retreat and was resolved by him.

It seemed relaxed and comfortable, Guo Xiaojiu knew very well in his heart, but he was afraid that his body would be overturned and the monk would take action again, so he would be unable to compete.

A trace of blood spilled out of his mouth, and his body rolled, as if something was burning rapidly.

"Can you leave now?" Ning Buer suddenly turned his head and glared at Guo Xiaojiu indifferently, so cold that it made Guo Xiaojiu's spine chill.

Her sword came alive again. Just as Bukong's sneak sword was retracted, her flying sword suddenly turned down. The point of the sword's edge was Guo Xiaojiu.

"Fairy, do you really want my life? Then let me give it to you." Guo Xiaojiu smiled evilly and inserted his sword into the ground under his feet. Even if he wanted to stop him, he might not be able to stop him now.

Ning Buer turned around and faced the top of the mountain without looking back: "I'm sorry."

No one noticed that Ning Buer quietly covered two tears for some reason, but his tone was still emotional: "When will you survive from him? Come and see me again, otherwise, I can't guarantee that what I owe you is enough for you to tossing a few times."

Ning Buer was a little disappointed. The young man who had just entered the world could not be his destination after all, so from the beginning, she did not leave him any unnecessary thoughts.

She started walking up the mountain, her steps staggering, not sure if she was injured or...

Guo Xiaojiu did not walk forward any further, and a few wry smiles appeared on his face: "Fairy, I'm waiting for you at the foot of the mountain!"

Guo Xiaojiu looked up at the sky, put away his knife, turned around, and began to go down the mountain.

One person went up the mountain and the other went down the mountain. Monk Bukong stood in the middle of the mountain. After watching the man down the mountain for a long time, he struggled for a long time, but never took action. He could only turn around and walk up the mountain.

In a carriage in the town in the distance, Liu Binke breathed a sigh of relief, took the sword back into the sheath, and gently knocked the wall of the carriage, and the carriage began to fold and return.
Chapter completed!