Looking at the sword tip that was close to you, Ning Caichen's cold sweat suddenly flowed down. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and persuaded him: "Two heroes, the universe is infinite, love is eternal. This is the world of love, not the world of swords. What are the things that you can use your love to influence each other. Why not put the sword down and chat slowly?"

The swordsman glanced at his injured shoulder, took the sword back, and said to the bearded man: "Yan Chixia, you have been hiding in this Lanruo Temple for half a month, and your swordsmanship has improved again!"

Yan Chixia said, "Brother Xiahou, for the name of the world's number one sword, you chased me for seven years and defeated for seven years. You are so persevering."

When Chen Mang heard his words, he couldn't help but laugh: "It's not because you're teasing him. If you show some real skills, can he bother you for so long?"

Yan Chixia turned her head and looked at Chen Mang. There was no trace of martial arts in him. Instead, the red jade beside him contained an extremely pure sword intent, which seemed to be a sword immortal no less than him!

Looking at the few people standing in the yard, Yan Chixia took the sword back into the sheath with a clang, sighed heavily, and walked towards her room with her sleeve: "Oh! I have come to hide in this ghost place, and there are still so many people. Is there still a pure place in this world!"

Hongyu looked at the bearded Taoist priest named Yan Chixia and couldn't help but lose her mind.

The person in front of me not only has his name, but also looks the same as the person she saw in her hallucinations. Could it be that those hallucinations are real...

Chen Mang felt the sword intent waving on her body and said, "All conditioned laws are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should observe them like this."

Hongyu shuddered and returned to his god, and his sword intent was restrained.

The next moment, a statue of the god in front of the Buddha's temple turned into pieces in an instant and fell to the ground.

The sword intent that Hongyu inadvertently exuded made the swordsman feel cold all over his body. He looked at the pile of gravels and swallowed his saliva without stopping for a moment, and turned around and left in a hurry.

Ning Caichen breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yan Chixia's room, and whispered: "This beard doesn't look like a good person, otherwise we should prepare for the exam in a different place."

Chen Mang smiled and said, "Brother Ning, judge people by their appearance. What is the next sentence?"

Ning Caichen understood what he meant, but still said with some concern: "I still feel that he has a problem. Brother Chen, you sleep lightly at night, so that he can avoid being harmed by him."

Chen Mang nodded helplessly, found Xiangyang's monk's room, walked in to clean it.

Hongyu and Ning Caichen lived next to each other. After cleaning, they gathered together for supper, and then went back to their respective rooms.

It was late at night and a faint sound of piano sounded outside the temple.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Caichen's room creaked and opened the door. Soon, he walked out and followed the sound of the piano to leave the yard.

"Miss Hongyu, go and take care of Brother Ning and learn about the background of the tree demon."

Chen Mang's voice sounded, and Hongyu immediately agreed and secretly followed Ning Caichen.

After a while, a woman wearing blue gauze and thick makeup came to Chen Mang's house door and looked inside. A handsome scholar was sitting upright on the bed reading a book. A successful smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she gently pushed the door and walked in.

Chen Mang saw a woman coming in, put down the book, and said with a smile: "Girl, have you walked into the wrong door?"

The woman closed the door and held her hand delicately on her forehead: "Young master, the wind outside is strong, which makes the little girl have a headache. I wonder if I can let me take shelter here."

Chen Mang nodded slightly: "Please sit down, girl."

The woman twisted her graceful body and walked towards the table and chairs. When she came to the table, she suddenly tripped under her feet, and with a whimper, she rushed towards Chen Mang.

"Don't come here!"

Chen Mang screamed in surprise, and a Tai Chi cloud hand pushed the woman away.

The next second, the woman squatted on the ground with her butt, and her neck hit the edge of the bed with a click, twisting it at a strange angle, and her face suddenly turned pale as paper.

At the same time, Chen Mang jumped out of the bed with a look of fear and accused him: "Miss is so accidentally, she almost hit me."

The woman gritted her teeth viciously, raised her head with a forced smile, got up from the ground, lay on her side on the bed, her white and tender calves stretched out naturally from her dress, and her eyes were filled with Qiubo and said, "Young Master, my chest hurts so much, come and rub it for me."

Chen Mang showed an expression that you could not lie to me and said, "You fell down clearly, but how could your chest hurt!"

The woman's cheek twitched slightly. Looking at the scholar who was dumb and confused in front of her, she wanted to bite him to death. She turned over lightly and continued to say charmingly: "Oh, my butt hurts so much, young master, come and rub it for me~"

"I just said I was falling butt!"

Chen Mang came to the woman with a confident look on his face and said, "I have a unique massage method, which is specialized in treating bruises and injuries. You can close your eyes first, and I will help you with it now."

The woman pretended to be afraid and said, "Why do you have to close your eyes? Young Master, you won't take the opportunity to do anything bad to others, right?"

"If you close your eyes, why do you ask so much!"

Chen Mang pressed her head and pressed her pretty face on the bed with a snap.

The woman suppressed her anger and gritted her teeth and said, "Young master, be gentle, I'm afraid of pain..." Before she finished speaking, her eyes were covered with a piece of cloth.

Immediately afterwards, the woman felt someone was peeling her clothes. She thought that all men in the world were indeed the same. She curled her lips disdainfully, but her voice became even more charming: "Young Master, why are you taking off other people's clothes?"

"I won't let you open your eyes, you won't take off your blindfold."

"It turns out that the young master has this kind of hobby, so he will follow the young master."

The woman had already sentenced Chen Mang to death in her heart, and waited for him to take the bait and then came to suck his yang energy.

However, after Chen Mang stripped her coat, there was no movement, which made the woman puzzled.

Time passed by a cup of tea...

A stick of incense passed...

An hour passed...

The woman finally waited impatiently, took off her eye mask and sat up, looking around, but found that there was no one in the room, with only a moth, hovering and dancing on the swaying oil lamp flame...

I was fooled by someone!

The woman was so angry that her eyebrows stood up, and she stood up and was about to walk out the door.

At this time, Chen Mang pushed the door and walked in. Seeing the woman still in the room, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Why haven't you left yet?"

The woman glanced at Chen Mang and saw that he was holding a roast goose in his hand and a receipt in his other hand, with a big word "dang" on it.
Chapter completed!