If you ask the leader’s father what he hates the most, it is the righteous people who speak of false benevolence and righteousness. Because of them, his wife died tragically and Miaojiang was almost tragically destroyed. That battle made him fully realize a truth. They said they were right, then your opinions were no longer important. As long as you threaten them, they would destroy you.

The words that are righteous and stern on the surface are actually no one is more hypocritical than the so-called righteous people.

Therefore, the leader’s father looked at Xuan Ji very disliked. He snorted and asked Qing Huan: “What are you going to do with this person back? Don’t dirty your place.”

Qinghuan held his arm and smiled, "The leader's father shouldn't know, right? Master Xuanji is said to be the darling of the Buddha. He is not only born with a martial arts genius, but also inviolable poisons! My daughter thought he should be useful, so she kept him! And I also know, regarding Sister Haitang, doesn't the leader's father want to avenge Sister Haitang?"

Haitang. Thinking of the loyal girl, the leader's father's eyes became even colder. He naturally pampered Qinghuan, but he was extremely disgusted with Xuanji. He immediately took action like lightning, sealing several acupoints of Xuanji, and then said to Qinghuan: "If you like to stay, stay, just be careful. His internal strength is unfathomable, and I don't know when I can break through the shackles. However, this monk is a pedantic person and does not kill. If you want to control him, you should start earlier."

Qinghuan nodded obediently, and the leader's father left for a while and told her that he would start to practice in seclusion for a month. If there was anything in this month, he would go to find poppy. The school and the school would listen to her. Qinghuan still nodded, watched the leader's father leave with a smile, and then returned to the big tree.

Although his internal strength was blocked, Xuan Ji still looked like a compassionate monk at this moment. He sat under the tree, his hands folded, and his solemn body was not as gentle as he was wearing the clothes. At this moment, he opened his black eyes when he heard the sound of footsteps. "Do you want to kill me?"

"Kill you? Of course not." Qing Huan laughed. "You are the man that Sister Haitang loves the most, and she will definitely not be willing to kill you. But, I am the only one in this valley. From today on, you will be responsible for cooking for me, washing clothes for me, and making my test products."

Maybe Xuan Ji had never seen such a scoundrel girl. At that moment, a hint of surprise appeared on his handsome face. He thought he was going to go to hell, but now...

"I really want to know what Sister Haitang likes you." Qinghuan leaned closer to see him. Xuan Ji was born very beautiful, but his compassionate and graceful demeanor made his appearance second, but such a person seemed too far away because Buddha loved the world and could never love only one.

The cold and cold witch seems to always fall in love with the compassionate monk. Since good and evil have not been in harmony since ancient times, why are there always people who are trapped in the mud? "If I have been with you for a long time, will I like you?"

She asked this question purely curiously, and Xuan Ji could hear it. The little girl couldn't understand the relationship between men and women at all, so he was not panicked, but just sighed softly: "I am guilty of killing the donor Haitang inadvertently, so how could I get entangled with you?"

"Hmph." Qinghuan snorted, straightened up, and looked down at Xuan Ji who was meditating. "What do you do if you say that these things are not, you will kill her after all. I am not familiar with her and don't want to avenge her, but from today on, you are mine, and you will never think of walking out of the Tianshan Mountains again in your life."

After saying that, he shook his hand and left willfully.

Xuan Ji listened to her childish voice and watched her petite back disappear into the bamboo building, with a moment of loss of consciousness. After a while, a crisp and sweet song came from the bamboo building. The lyrics were tortuous and melodious. Xuan Ji couldn't understand it, but the melody was very nice. Under the leisurely moonlight, there was a mist in the valley, which seemed to be a paradise on earth. He meditated quietly, and the song kept echoing in his ears, slowly turning into distant feelings, and penetrated into his chest bit by bit.

Early the next morning, Xuan Ji woke up after a poking. Now his internal strength and martial arts are blocked, which is no different from ordinary people. Even the sky is hard to sense. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qinghuan squatting in front of him with his little face, holding a grass in his other hand, poking his nostrils.

Xuan Ji gave in to the scene. This quirky girl had a strange attraction. In front of her, his heart, which was like an ancient well, was faintly panicked.

"Hey, you should be responsible for cooking for me, but look at what time it is, I'm getting up, but you're still sleeping?" Qing Huan asked him in an incredible tone, "I'm almost starving to death!"

The first few words were arrogant and looked like a lady, and the last one was about to starve to death but also felt a little aggrieved, especially her face was delicate and innocent, and she was so cute. Even a monk like Xuan Ji couldn't bear to let her down.

"What do you want to eat?"

Qinghuan thought about it for a while and said, "I don't know what, you can do it." As he waved his hand, the iron chains on Xuan Ji's limbs broke. Xuan Ji had no martial arts skills now, so she was afraid that he would do anything.

So Xuan Ji stood up. He was a monk who practiced since childhood. He could persist in meditation for several years without moving. Therefore, although he meditated under the tree for a night, he did not see any fatigue. Even if he had no internal martial arts, he could not stop his skills since childhood. Just looking at his figure and pace, he knew that he must be an extremely hard-working monk.

So, why do the female ghost Haitang have to pull him out of heaven and earth? Since he wants to become a Buddha, it’s good to fulfill him, so why should he be so attached?

But people can only know how to let go after they are hit and their heads are bleeding.

Breakfast is a very simple millet porridge and a few side dishes. Xuanji is vegetarian, so there is not even green onions, ginger and garlic in the dish. Qinghuan suddenly felt that she had shot herself in the foot. She actually asked a monk to cook for herself? You can't eat meat! His little face turned green and then gritted his teeth. Forget it, I have enjoyed enough of the desire to eat a little vegetarian.

Although she only has the hobby of eating, she is not unable to control it. Humans cannot control it, she can.

After breakfast, Qinghuan asked Xuanji to wash clothes for him. Xuanji was always taking care of food, clothing, housing and transportation by himself, and washing clothes was not difficult for him. But... he looked at his small bellyband with delicate flowers embroidered in the wooden basin, and his handsome face was so embarrassed.

It's so private to ask him to wash a girl's bellyband underwear...

Seeing that he blushed, Qinghuan immediately kicked him: "Hey! Why are you rubbing? Go and wash quickly... Forget it, please help me tie my hair up before washing." After that, he stuffed the comb into Xuan Ji's hand.

Xuan Ji had never been so close to the opposite sex in his lifetime. At that time, Haitang wanted him to submit, but she thought of many tricks. She even jumped off a cliff to attract his attention and asked him to save him just to get close to him. But even so, Xuan Ji always maintained the defense between men and women, but this little girl...

He stood stiffly, holding a cow horn comb in his hand.

After waiting for a while, no one moved, Qinghuan became impatient: "Monk, if you don't hurry up, I'll go out of the valley to kill people."

She is more beautiful than Haitang, cute than Haitang, and more bloodthirsty than Haitang. Her lethality is too strong, and Xuan Ji has no doubt about what she said. Now he already knows who she is, the daughter of the leader of the Peak Heaven Sect and the Saint of Miaojiang. If she wants to, what is it to wipe out millions of people overnight?

Unlocking her long braids, Xuan Ji was extremely reserved and gently combed Qinghuan's long hair. However, he had never combed his hair for others and had no head to comb, so his final skills were very poor. When Qinghuan ran to the bronze mirror to take a look, Xuan Ji closed his eyes.

Although he is a monk, he also has an aesthetic view. Such a beautiful little girl, what kind of hair he combs it?

Fortunately, Qinghuan didn't dislike him, so he snorted and chased him to wash his clothes.

Xuan Ji held the wooden basin and washed it hard. He always treated Qinghuan as a little girl. She was too clean and painful. Facing Qinghuan, Xuan Ji couldn't say anything to refuse.

Perhaps everyone in this world will meet someone who makes you willing and helpless. When that person appears, even if you have seen all the sails and your heart is like a stagnant water, it will ripples for her again.

Because she is different from others, she is so unique that it makes you feel moved.

While Xuan Ji was washing clothes, Qing Huan lay on the window of the bamboo building and watched. The stream flowed out along the lake water, just not far away. She supported her chin and looked at Xuan Ji holding her bellyband at a loss. After a while, she smiled and leaned back and forth: "Idiot."

After half a month of work together, Qinghuan basically stayed in the bamboo building except for three meals a day, and didn't know what to do. She didn't make things difficult for Xuan Ji. She was so amazing that she treated him as a servant, cooking, asking him to pour tea, and asking him to wash clothes, and even asking him to take clothes when taking a bath. Poor monks of Xuan Ji's generation were tortured and lost their feelings. Now he could walk from the kitchen to the bamboo building with his eyes closed and took Qing Huan's clothes and then deliver them to the lakeside. From beginning to end, he didn't even have to open his eyes and would never go the wrong way.

It was also trained.

He meditated and recited scriptures on the rocks by the lake every night with his back to Qinghuan. But after he went down day by day, he became more and more distracted. The sound of water behind him was gurgling and the laughter was light. She had never even taken the initiative to approach him or get close to him, but he made him so passionate.

I'm afraid, this is the greatest disaster in his life.

Haitang once seduced charmingly and charmingly in every way, but Qinghuan was like a child. She was just getting along with him, but her heart beat like thunder.

Another night, Qing Huan jumped into the lake to bathe as usual. Her long soft hair was rendered like seaweed in the water. Xuan Ji was still meditating with her back. Today, he became more and more upset. He recited the scriptures several times, but he couldn't calm down.
Chapter completed!