"I advise you to turn back to the shore, but you are still obsessed." Zuishan monk's face was ashen, "Lin Songjun fell into a demon and killed his father, and everyone got it and executed him. He died in front of the real Buddha altar. Since you want to worship him, Then I'll give you a ride tonight!"
The magic wand whirled and turned the wind, and the Drunk Mountain Monk jumped up abruptly. But seeing the golden light swaying the shadows, the furnishings of the inn were all crushed to powder. Jing Lin fell to the ground, and the folding fan flew, knocking on the back of Cang Ji's head. Cang Ji grabbed it with a split hand, and closed the fan with a "slap" sound.
"Since I want what's left of him." Jing Lin said, "I'll go get it myself."
The Drunk Mountain Monk had already jumped in front of him, and the entire wooden ladder collapsed. The magic wand swept off the wooden pillar and took Cang Ji's waist, but he saw that the top column of the inn suddenly snapped, and the top of the inn slanted instantly. Jump up. The house swayed, collapsed against Cang Ji's back heel, and the drunken mountain monk's stick hit the ground, rushing up with strength, chasing after him.
Cang Ji stopped abruptly, the magic wand swept by the wind, and the golden light swept the side, causing a stinging pain, and the scales appeared, and he turned his head abruptly. The tiles flew across the place where the drunk mountain monk Ling stepped, seeing Cang Ji stop walking, how could he miss this opportunity, and immediately the stick shook to Cang Ji's waist.
The wind is blowing, and everything around is blurred!
Cang Ji's hair blew backwards, and he suddenly walked in a chaotic manner amid this overwhelming power, and his body was full of flaws. Jinglin's folding fan turned his fingers into the palm of his hand, Cang Ji pulled out the sword flower abruptly, swinging his body and swinging the fan, which turned out to be Stone's drunken swordsmanship that night. A gust of strong wind turned around and swam with the tip of the fan, pushing aside the Drunk Mountain Monk's magic wand.
In this world, except for water, only the wind can overcome rigidity with softness. The Zuishan monk's stick is like a human being, and once it is manipulated, it will be thunderous. Now encountering this drunken sword, it seems that all the strengths have slammed into the teasing, the hit is not fatal, and the hit is not injured.
It's a pity that Cang Ji is rough and imitated, and the strong wind is intermittent, and it is all relying on cleverness to reluctantly resist. The wind turned his head for a while, and he couldn't take back his strength for a while. Although it was quite good, it was also stumbling. The Drunk Mountain Monk has long been impatient, like a tiger hitting the wind with a stick. The folding fan was just a vulgar thing that Jinglin found from the street shop to play with, and immediately broke open the fan with a "stab". The force of the stick slammed into the body, causing Cang Ji's inner spirit to sway, and he was a little dizzy. He stepped back swiftly, splashing like dumplings under the tiles.
But against the drunken mountain monk, the last thing to do is to retreat. Seeing that the power of the drunk mountain monk suddenly increased, the more he fought, the harder he fought!
The fan wood shattered and shattered in the blink of an eye.
Cang Ji's sleeves were blowing, and when he was about to turn his hands into claws, he noticed a tightness between his wrists and was pulled back by someone. The Ying line was as thin as nothing at night, but it was tied by Cang Ji himself. The Drunk Mountain Monk chased after him, and he was about to hit him here with a "ha" in his mouth!
The cold wind came from the back of Cang Ji's neck, and Jing Lin didn't know when he had fallen behind him, his palm slipped over his shoulder and arm, and nudged between his wrists: "My heart is as calm as a rush. I can't be in a hurry to meet this person."
The wind turned the fan tip, and the originally noisy and chaotic atmosphere changed in an instant. The night wind swam with his arms like water, and the turbulent spirit sea suddenly calmed down. He leaned back against Jinglin, but he felt vast and boundless. The wind in my ears was calm, and the looming sound of the pine waves came one after another. Jinglin's cold fingers were lightly placed on his wrist, and the strength of the Drunk Mountain Monk was like a sinking sea, and it was transformed into the sound of the fan and the wind.
Cang Ji couldn't see Jing Lin, but he felt Jing Lin everywhere. Jing Lin's breath was close to the back of his neck, and the thin and hot touch rushed forward, all the way to Cang Ji's limbs. He was originally sober, but now he was really a little drunk. The chaotic and disordered spiritual energy in his body was pulled by that cold hand, sweeping away the hazy, flowing all over his body and turning it into his own use.
"Apply what you have learned." Jinglin snorted, "Everything in this world has traces to break, even if he is as powerful as he is, he will definitely hide flaws."
The magic wand slammed and swayed, and the sky was as stable as Mount Tai. The folding fan was lifted horizontally, the wind was blowing, and the illustrious staff was gently pushed away. The body of the stick fell to the ground, and the whole body of the drunk mountain monk sank. He stepped steadily and hit back against the force! The stick mang scraped the ground and the stone bricks splashed, and he shouted coldly: "Break your three souls and six souls, let's see how you can bewitched!"
The strong wind hit the face, and Jing Lin flew behind his sleeves. He looks like a white bird, so light that it will fall over. Cang Ji's scales covered his arms, his sleeves shattered under this unparalleled pressure, and his arms turned into claws. The Drunk Mountain Monk followed the staff close to his eyes, Cang Ji violently shook his arms, carried the staff with one paw, and stepped on the ground.
Jinmang struck his arm, and the sound of the sharp scraping of the scales clucked and pierced. The Drunk Mountain Monk gritted his teeth and pressed down, Cang Ji's feet sank to the ground, he heard the pain of the bone crushing, and saw the golden light rise and turn over both sides. Cang Ji was sweating on his temples, and when he heard Jing Lin say "come", the other claw suddenly hit the ground!
Gangfeng ginseng spirit exploded from the bottom of Drunk Mountain Monk's feet, and his golden rod slid, revealing flaws. Cang Ji held back the magic wand, making the drunk mountain monk unable to retreat in a hurry. Cang Ji followed the slide and approached, and the two clashed under their feet. Cang Ji threw a terrifying force over the Drunk Mountain Monk's shoulder. Ten thousand hectares of spiritual energy were gathered in this moment, and the drunk mountain monk only felt that the nightmare of that night was going backwards, and his spiritual energy was violently reversed, and his internal organs were overturned by the shock of the same vein. Then he hit the back of his head and was shoved down by Cang Ji!
Insufficient support, the inn collapsed. The drunk mountain monk had his head on the ground, and it was difficult to lift his arms. He choked out blood in the chaos, only to realize that his head was broken. The magic wand fell to the ground with a bang, and the drunk mountain monk climbed for a while, only to feel the pain in the shoulder that was held was unbearable, like a fire.
He can fight anyone, but he never expected to fight half of him!
"The monster is amazing..." The Drunk Mountain Monk gritted his teeth and sneered in his throat, "Swallowed half of Lao Tzu... It's so good!"
Cang Ji's breath was unstable, and his arms were unsteady, but he didn't expect the power of this blow to be so strong. It can be seen that although he swallows quickly, he may not be able to use it for himself. He is like a rough jade waiting to be polished. The Drunk Mountain Monk said it right, he needs a master.
Jing Lin pushed aside the gravel and stopped in front of the Drunk Mountain Monk. The Drunk Mountain Monk raised his head and stared at him, and said in a vicious voice: "Where are you going? I will chase you like a mad dog! Who are you... Who are you!"
Jing Lin looked down at him and said, "Why do you have to degrade yourself? There are countless mad dogs in those nine days, but you are the only one."
"You have the heart to raise tigers." The drunk mountain monk was panting like an ox, looking at Jinglin, but pointing at Cang Ji, "You have bad intentions, and you have the heart to raise this monster, what do you want!"
"I want to add a crime." Jing Lin said, "He doesn't know the world yet, so he's not evil."
"I'm waiting for a rainy day!" The Drunk Mountain Monk wiped away the blood, "When he grows up, he can swallow the sky and accept the gods, and he can turn the clouds and rains down. Then there will be countless casualties, so why not others!"
"You can't understand yourself, so why do you think about the future of others?" Jinglin said coldly, "Since you want to escape from the world, why don't you dig out your heart and find out."
The drunk mountain monk was furious: "I shaved my ambition, I am ruthless!"
Jinglin didn't answer, but the silence taught the drunk mountain monk to be even more angry. He clutched his chest almost madly, and said ruthlessly: "I am ruthless! In this world, only the word 'love' is the most difficult to deal with, and I have never touched it. ..." He gritted his teeth and hated, "I haven't touched it!"
"The bald donkey deceives the ghost." Cang Ji raised his arm to pull back, but his eyes were full of malice, "It seems that you have touched the depths. The six roots are pure in your mouth, but the red dust is rolling in your heart." He mocked, "Okay. shameless."
The Drunk Mountain Monk said bitterly, "...shut up!"
Cang Ji could smell the bigger flaws, he was used to it, and it seemed that compared to the pain in the limbs, it would be more gratifying to teach people to be heartbroken. Once he gets a gap, he will relentlessly pursue the victory, the more painful it is, the faster he will be. But he wisely did not attack at this moment, because Jing Lin was on the side, he did not want to have branches at this time, but it was uncertain in the future.
The drunk mountain monk scratched his green skin head and hated the word "love". He was not like an ordinary person, he suddenly became crazy and forgot where he was. He murmured to himself: "You guys spit out your blood! I've scraped my bones and hair several times, and I've long since threw away the mundane and eradicated the roots of love! Me, me!" He said frantically, "I don't remember who... I didn't miss anyone... Why don't you let me go!"
He was crying and laughing absurdly, and he actually rolled to the ground and couldn't stop thinking.
Cang Ji pressed on Jing Lin's shoulder and was supported by him. There was no sound in the city, all the monsters ran into the mountains, and broken houses were everywhere, all of which were shaken by the previous one.
"I think he is an expert." Cang Ji's sleeves were shaved bare, and he put his bare arms on Jinglin's shoulders and said, "It turns out to be a lunatic."
Jing Lin said: "He was not crazy before."
"How do I know what he was like in the past." Cang Ji leaned against Jing Lin, "You tell me I'll listen."
"...It's been too long." Jinglin supported his waist and said, "How can I remember that you only injured your arm just now."
"Who said that?" Cang Ji raised his left leg, "There is no pain in the whole body. Where are we going? What should Gu Shen do?"
"He can't leave this city." Jing Lin said, "Looking for a place to sleep, the drunk mountain monk will not leave for a while."
"My arms are weak." Cang Ji said, "I won't be able to change my clothes later."
Jing Lin said: "Use your feet."
Cang Ji sneered: "Why don't you tell me to use my mouth."
"You still have such special abilities."
Cang Ji slapped sideways: "Is the Drunk Mountain Monk just the Drunk Mountain Monk?"
"Before ascension, there should be a common name, but when he knelt on the Brahma altar, he threw everything away, and since then he was only called the Drunk Mountain Monk."
"Jinglin." Cang Ji asked sideways, "Is the word 'love' difficult to deal with?"
Jinglin's face was calm, and he kicked open the door that had not collapsed. The monster ran in a hurry, and the radish that fell to the ground should be a rabbit spirit. Jing Lin supported Cang Ji to enter the door, then let go of his hand and turned to look for the stone.
"I do not know-"
Before the sound of Jing Lin's voice fell, his wrists were strongly shackled. Cang Ji was bullied all over, and he fixed his wrists on top of his head and pressed them against the wall. The sleeves slipped, revealing the neck along with the wrists. The tip of the beast's nose lingered on the smooth back of the neck, causing Jing Lin's skin to tremble.
A person's expression can be disguised and his words can be controlled, but he cannot and cannot instigate his body to pretend to be safe at the same time. For example, at this moment, Jing Lin's expression has not changed, but the back of his neck has already betrayed him.
"Apply what you have learned." Cang Ji repeated what Jing Lin said, "Everything in this world really has traces that can be broken."
Jing Lin didn't say a word, Cang Ji buried his head on the back of his neck, took a deep breath, and sprayed his breath: "What do you want to do, do you want to be my master, or do you want to be my father? Give it a good time and explain it as soon as possible."