If you want to ask what the leader's father hates the most, it is a righteous person who is full of hypocrisy and hypocrisy. Because of them, his wife died tragically, and Miao Jiang was almost exterminated. That battle made him fully realize a truth. They say they are right, then your opinion is no longer important, as long as you threaten them, then they will destroy you.
On the surface, everyone speaks righteously, but in fact, no one is more hypocritical than the so-called righteous people.
Therefore, the leader's father disliked Xuan Ji. He snorted and asked Qing Huan: "What are you doing with this man? Don't dirty your place."
Qing Huan took his arm and said with a smile: "The leader's father should not know, right? Master Xuanji is said to be the favorite of the Buddha. Not only is he a natural martial arts genius, he is also invulnerable to all poisons! My daughter thinks that he should be useful, so she Keep him here! And I also know that regarding the matter of Sister Haitang, doesn't the father of the leader want to avenge Sister Haitang?"
crabapple. Thinking of that loyal girl, the leader's father's eyes became even colder. He naturally doted on Qing Huan, but he hated Xuan Ji to the extreme. Immediately, he struck like lightning, sealing several acupuncture points of Xuan Ji, and then said to Qing Huan: " You can stay if you like, just be careful, his internal power is unfathomable, and I don't know when I can break through the shackles. But this monk is a pedantic person, he doesn't kill, if you want to control him, you should do it earlier."
Qing Huan nodded obediently, and the teacher's father took a walk with her again, and told her that he would start to retreat and practice for a month, and if he had anything to do in this month, he would go to Poppy, and everyone in the class would listen to her. Qing Huan still nodded, and with a smile on her face, she watched the leader's father leave and then returned to the tree.
Although his internal power was sealed, Xuanji at this moment still looked like a compassionate monk. He sat under the tree with his hands clasped together, looking solemn, but the sackcloth was not humble at all when he was wearing it. Hearing footsteps at this moment, he opened his dark eyes. "Does the little benefactor want to kill the poor monk?"
"Kill you? Of course not." Qing laughed. "You are the man that Sister Haitang loves the most. She will definitely not want me to kill you. However, I am the only one in this valley. From today onwards, you will be responsible for cooking for me, helping me with my laundry, and helping me with cooking. My experiment."
Maybe Xuanji had never seen such a rascal girl before, and there was a hint of astonishment on his handsome face, he thought he was going to hell, but now...
"I really want to know what exactly Sister Haitang likes about you." Qing Huan leaned closer to look at him, Xuan Ji was very good-looking, but the compassionate and graceful demeanor around him made his appearance second, but like this People seem too far away, because the Buddha loves the world, and can never only love one.
The cold and cold witch always seems to fall in love with the merciful monk. Since ancient times, there is no balance between good and evil, why do people always fall in love with each other? "If I've been with you for a long time, will I also like you?"
She asked this question purely out of curiosity, and Xuan Ji could tell that the little girl didn't understand the relationship between a man and a woman at all, so he didn't panic, but just sighed: "The poor monk accidentally killed Haitang's benefactor. It's hard to feel guilty, how can I get entangled with you."
"Hmph." Qing Huan snorted, straightened up, and looked down at Xuan Ji who was meditating. "Say what you don't do, you will kill her after all. I don't know her well, and I don't want to avenge her, but from today on, you are mine, and you will never go out of Tianshan Mountain again in this life." .”
After speaking, he shook his hand and left willfully.
Xuan Ji listened to her childish voice, watched her petite back disappear into the bamboo building, and was absent-minded for a moment. After a while, there was a clear and sweet singing voice from the bamboo building, the lyrics were twists and turns, Xuanji couldn't understand, but the melody was very pleasant, under the leisurely moonlight, the valley was filled with mist, it seemed like a paradise on earth. He meditated quietly, and the singing sound kept echoing in his ears, slowly turning into distant feelings, seeping into his chest bit by bit.
In the early morning of the second day, Xuan Ji woke up after being poked for a while. Now his internal strength and martial arts are all sealed, no different from ordinary people, he can't even perceive the sky, when he opened his eyes, he saw Qing Huan squatting in front of him with his small face in his hands, holding a grass in the other hand, poking his nostrils.
Xuanji backed away, this eccentric girl had a peculiar attraction, in front of her, his heart like an ancient well was slightly flustered.
"Hey, you should be responsible for cooking for me, but look at what time it is, I'm already up, but you're still sleeping?" Qing Huan asked him in an unbelievable tone, "I don't know I'm starving to death!"
The first few sentences are domineering, putting on the airs of a young lady, and the last sentence is almost starving, but it is a touch of grievance, especially her delicate face, innocent and innocent, really cute to the extreme. Even an eminent monk like Xuan Ji couldn't bear to let her down.
"What do you want to eat?"
Qing Huan thought about it for a while, and said, "I don't know what it is, you can figure it out." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the iron chains on Xuan Ji's limbs snapped. Now Xuan Ji doesn't have any martial arts, she is afraid of what he will do.
So Xuanji got up, he is a high-ranking monk who practiced since childhood, he can persist in sitting meditation without moving for several years, so even though he meditated under the tree all night, he didn't feel tired at all. Even without internal strength and martial arts, the boy's martial arts since childhood is still unstoppable. Just looking at his figure and steps, one can tell that this must be an extremely assiduous monk.
So, why did the female ghost Haitang insist on dragging him from the sky to the human world? Since he wants to become a Buddha, it is good to fulfill him, why should he be so persistent.
But people can only know how to let go after hitting their heads badly.
Breakfast is very simple millet porridge and a few side dishes. Xuanji is a vegetarian, so there is not even onion, ginger and garlic in the dishes. Qing Huan suddenly felt that she had thrown a stone on her foot. She actually asked a monk to cook for her eat? Can't eat meat! At that moment, his face turned green, and then he gritted his teeth again, forget it, the appetite for a while is enough to enjoy, and there is nothing wrong with eating a little vegetarian.
Although her only hobby is eating, it's not impossible to control it. Humans can't control their desires, but she can.
After breakfast, Qing Huan asked Xuan Ji to do the laundry for him. Xuan Ji also took care of his daily necessities, food, housing, and transportation, and never left others to do the laundry. It was not difficult for him to do laundry. It's just... He looked at the little bellyband embroidered with exquisite flowers in the wooden basin, his handsome face panicked with embarrassment.
Asking him to wash a girl's bellyband and obscene panties, something so intimate...
Seeing him blushing, Qing Huan immediately kicked him: "Hey! What are you dawdling about? Go wash it... Forget it, help me tie up my hair before washing." After finishing speaking, she stuffed the comb in In the hands of Xuanji.
Xuanji has never been so intimate with the opposite sex in her entire life. Back then, Haitang wanted him to submit in every possible way, and 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 then, Xuanji always maintained the defense between men and women, but this little girl...
He stood stiffly where he was, clutching a horn comb in his hand.
After waiting for a while and no one moved, Qing Huan became impatient: "Monk, if you don't hurry up, I'm going out of the valley to kill someone."
She is more beautiful than Haitang, cuter than Haitang, and more bloodthirsty and terrifying than Haitang. The lethality is too powerful, Xuanji has no doubts about what she said, and now he already knows who she is, the daughter of the leader of the Peeping Heaven Sect, the saint of Miaojiang, if she wants to, she will wipe out thousands of people overnight. What are thousands of people
Untying her long braids, Xuan Ji was extremely cautious, and gently combed Qing Huan's long hair. However, he had never combed anyone else's hair, and he had no hair to comb himself, so the final technique was very clumsy. When Qing Huan ran to the bronze mirror to take a picture, Xuan Ji closed her eyes.
Although he is a monk, he is also aesthetically pleasing, such a pretty little girl, what kind of hairstyle does he comb.
Fortunately, Qing Huan didn't despise him, so she snorted and drove him to wash clothes.
Xuan Ji carried the wooden basin to the stream, and began washing without complaint. He always treats Qing Huan as a little girl, she is too clean and painful, facing Qing Huan, Xuan Ji really can't say no to her.
Maybe everyone in this world will meet someone who makes you willing but helpless. When that person appears, even if you have seen Qianfan all the time and your heart is stagnant, you will still have ripples for her.
Because she is different from other people, she is so unique, makes your heart beat.
When Xuan Ji was washing clothes, Qing Huan was lying on the window of the bamboo building and watching. The stream flowed out along the lake, and it happened to be not far away. Looking up, he leaned back and forth with a smile for a while: "Idiot."
In this way, the two of them got along for half a month. Except for three meals a day, Qing Huan basically just nested in the bamboo building and didn't know what to do. She didn't make things difficult for Xuan Ji, what was great was that she treated him like a servant, she asked him to pour tea when cooking, asked him to do laundry, asked him to even take clothes when taking a bath. Poor Xuan Ji generation of eminent monks was tortured so much that he lost all feeling. Now he can walk from the kitchen to the bamboo building with his eyes closed to get Qing Huan’s clothes and then send them to the lake. .
It was also practiced.
Every night, with his back to Qing Huan, he meditated on the rocks by the lake and recited sutras, but day by day, his mind became more and more distracted. With the murmur of water behind her and light laughter, she didn't even take the initiative to get close to him, but she made him so emotional.
Fear, this is the greatest catastrophe in his life.
Hai Tang used to seduce her enchanting and charming in every possible way, but Qing Huan was like a naive child, just getting along with him made his heart beat like thunder.
Another night, Qing Huan jumped into the lake to take a bath as usual, her soft long hair spread out like seaweed in the water, Xuan Ji still meditated with her back facing her, she became more and more upset today, and read the scriptures several times , but it didn't calm him down.
It wasn't until he calmed down a little that he realized that Qing Huan hadn't moved for a long time.