"It's me. Don't be nervous. I was just passing by and was attracted by the light from your fight just now."
The bald boy who was about to walk out didn't expect to see the cuteness of the little macaque. He couldn't help laughing and was discovered by the two of them. He walked out slowly with embarrassment on his face. He looked so cautious not because he was afraid that Zhao Jiuge and the others would attack him because of a misunderstanding, but because he was afraid that his purpose would change as a result.
When the bald boy came out, Zhao Jiuge and Pei Susu saw the person clearly, and their eyes suddenly lit up.
Although this young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, has a bald head, there is no ring scar on it, and he has a handsome face, red lips and white teeth. People would not associate him with a monk, but just looking at the yellow clothes he is wearing Mai can reveal this identity.
The bald boy had no other items on his body, not even a single decoration. The only thing that could be considered valuable was perhaps a pair of simple and unpretentious Buddhist beads without any aura on his wrist.
Looking at the bald boy Zhao Jiuge and Pei Susu, they both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Just now, they were worried that something would happen again, fearing that the house would leak and it would rain all night. But now looking at the bald little monk's handsome face, there is still a bit of embarrassment, and there is no sign of any threat.
This bald boy did not have any malicious intentions. He just accidentally felt the fluctuations of Zhao Jiuge's use of the Sanskrit Holy Body, so he was a little curious as to why their temple's magic was revealed.
Seeing Zhao Jiuge and Pei Susu still staring at him, the bald boy's face became even more embarrassed. After looking at the two of them awkwardly, he turned the beads tightly in his hand a few times, and then chuckled. He said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Sanwu, a young monk."
After finishing speaking, the young monk named Sanwu looked at the two men quietly with a smile on his face. For him who had just walked out of the temple, he had only gotten along with the brothers in the temple on weekdays, and had not yet interacted with them. I have communicated with outsiders. This is the first time since I was a child, and it is inevitable that I will appear a little shy.
Pei Susu was also prepared to ask about the bald monk. After all, one must not have the intention of harming others, and one must have the intention of guarding against others. Although this young man does not look like a villain with his handsome features, he still had to ask after all, it was late at night. Except for cultivators, ordinary people would definitely not appear in this barren mountain. However, they had not spoken yet. Unexpectedly, this young man actually introduced himself first.
"Great sadness has no tears, great enlightenment has no words, and laughter has no sound!" Zhao Jiuge stared and said in surprise.
Zhao Jiuge was surprised, and the bald boy was even more surprised. He said somewhat unexpectedly, "How do you know the meaning of my name? I have been an orphan since I was a child. After being picked up by my master, I was given this name. Now this is my first time going down the mountain. "
Hearing what the monk named Sanwu said, Zhao Jiuge looked a little moved, and then fell into silence. His life experience was not similar to his. When they first met, this Sanwu resonated in Zhao Jiuge's heart.
Seeing the change in Zhao Jiuge's expression, Sanwu first glanced at Pei Susu without any trace, then looked at Zhao Jiuge and asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Jiuge shook his head, indicating that it was okay, but said in a deep voice, "I am also an orphan. Which sect do you study under? How could you appear alone in the wild mountains?"
Judging from the few words San Wu said and his appearance, Zhao Jiuge believed that the credibility of what he said was quite high, and he also had a rough idea in his mind. He was probably a disciple of which sect came out to practice. After all, the thirteen states were large and small. There are countless sects, including Buddhist cultivators.
On the other hand, Pei Susu frowned slightly and looked at Sanwu coldly, silently. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
"It's not a famous sect. You must have never heard of it. It's just me, my master, and my brothers in the whole temple. We just practice some superficial skills. I was just rushing around at night today, but I didn't expect to find this place nearby. There were fluctuations in spiritual power, so I came to take a look out of curiosity. Unexpectedly, I was discovered by two donors. However, how could the young monk have imagined that there were such ferocious spiritual beasts in the wild? The young monk had little magic power, and the two donors wanted to If you don’t mind it, why don’t you take me with you along the way.”
Sanwu didn't lie, he told the truth, but he concealed his origin as a master, and he was doing nothing along the way. Now he happened to encounter Zhao Jiuge practicing the magic in his temple, and he wanted to take this matter After finding out the truth, I just took advantage of this opportunity to make a request to go together.
Zhao Jiuge already believed Sanwu's origins and what he said, and didn't care much about anything else. However, he was a little embarrassed when he heard that Sanwu wanted to go with him. At that moment, Zhao Jiuge looked at Pei Susu, with a look of inquiry in his eyes. meaning.
Pei Susu shrugged her shoulders and said casually, as if she was the one who made the decision, "I'll do whatever you want, but you don't even know where we are going, so you just want to follow us?"
Even though Pei Susu had some doubts in her heart, relying on her own cultivation and seeing that Sanwu was young and didn't show any strong aura, she didn't take him too seriously. Even if Sanwu had evil intentions at that time, I can't make any waves.
"Young monk comes from where you are and goes to where you are going. Since meeting each other is fate, why not just say we are traveling together." Sanwu bent down slightly and muttered something in his mouth.
Pei Susu couldn't help but smile, stroking a few black hairs that were blown away by the night wind, "Every sentence is a witticism, and it's a meditation. Anyway, the journey is very boring, so let's treat it as a lot of fun."
"I haven't asked the names of the two donors yet. Judging from their appearance, they must be practitioners." Sanwu couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that the two of them were easy to talk to.
"Xuantian Sword Sect, Zhao Jiuge."
Zhao Jiuge said calmly, because he kept a low profile and did not show off his status as the chief disciple everywhere.
Sanwu, who was originally smiling, was stunned when he heard this. Then he saw the flying sword in the scabbard behind Zhao Jiuge and understood something in his heart.
"What's wrong?" Seeing the strange look on Sanwu's face, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but frown and asked.
Sanwu shook his head quickly, indicating that it was nothing, but continued to look at Pei Susu and asked, "Where are you, female donor? Which school do you study under?" But this time Sanwu looked at Pei Susu with deep meaning in his eyes.
"Pei Susu."
Pei Susu said playfully. She did not tell her identity, but only reported her name. Let alone him, she did not tell her identity even if it was Zhao Jiuge. She only said that she would take him to see Zhao Jiuge after completing the training before returning to the teacher. When I saw my father.
Then Pei Susu raised her chin and said with a smile, "Don't you Buddhists say that women are all pink skulls in your eyes? I'm afraid it's impolite for you to ask about the identity of a pink skull."
Sanwu was stunned for a moment and couldn't speak for a long time. He looked at Pei Susu with a dumbfounded expression, but he was a little shocked at their identities. Zhao Jiuge of the Xuantian Sword Sect is naturally the chief disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect who is in the spotlight this time. After the exchange meeting at the Seven Holy Lands, even he already knows Zhao Jiuge's reputation. As for Pei Susu, although his origin and identity have not been found out, Pei Songtao and Pei Susu are both surnamed Pei, so they are naturally close to each other. Moreover, Pei Susu also knows Pei Songtao's famous method, the Black Flame Magic, so his identity is already roughly understood.
But what Sanwu couldn't figure out was how could such two people get together. At this moment, Sanwu had too many questions in his head that he couldn't think clearly. How could Zhao Jiuge, a disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect, meet them? Only a few people in the temple can practice the magic, and whether Zhao Jiuge knows Pei Susu's true identity, and why the two of them are together, all of this is temporarily a mystery.
Zhao Jiuge looked at Sanwu who was speechless and couldn't help but said with a smile, "Let's go. It's so late at night. Let's go in. We'll be on our way early tomorrow morning."
Although Pei Susu became a lot more tender in front of him, she was still a bit coquettish in her treatment of outsiders. Sometimes Zhao Jiuge felt in his heart that he owed Pei Susu and was not worthy of having her treat him so well.
The bonfire in the ruined temple is still full of dry firewood, so the flames are still strong, which can bring a bit of warmth on a cool night.
After Xiao Hei swallowed the inner elixir of the tiger dragon, he fell into a deep sleep again. This made Zhao Jiuge have to admire him, but he also discovered a problem. Xiao Hei also reacted the same way after absorbing the Holy Flame Spirit Spring last time. , every time after absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy, he becomes more sleepy.
Zhao Jiuge, who couldn't figure it out, sat next to the bonfire. The night remained unchanged. Zhao Jiuge planned to continue practicing while there were still a few hours of dawn, and to heal the injury on his hand, although the injury was not serious.
Pei Susu sat down next to Zhao Jiuge, her beautiful eyes staring at Sanwu from time to time. For some reason, she always felt that this little monk was weird in her heart. She seemed to be able to feel Sanwu's eyes and direction towards her. Jiu Ge is different, seems to have more disgust
Sanwu looked peaceful and sat down far away from the two of them. He quickly closed his eyes and rested his mind. Like Pei Susu, he had not cultivated, so he couldn't see how deep his cultivation was because he had restrained his aura.
The corpse of the tiger dragon lay quietly outside. Without the inner elixir, it had no value. Even the physical body was damaged by Pei Susu. Everything in the ruined temple returned to peace again, with only the occasional sound of crackling firewood. sounded as if nothing had ever happened.
When the three met for the first time, they had a simple understanding. They soon stopped communicating in the quiet night, and each was busy with their own things.
Zhao Jiuge entered the cultivation state with peace of mind because Pei Susu was by his side. Sanwu closed his eyes and breathed evenly and melodiously, not knowing what he was doing.
The remaining Pei Susu lowered her head in silence from time to time and thought about her thoughts, thinking about all the scenes from the first meeting with Zhao Jiuge to now. She raised her head again to look at the wooden face, and then turned to look at Sanwu. A simple face with clear features and beautiful eyes.
However, she felt vaguely uneasy in her heart.