Zhu Qilan was so angry at Zhu Yi's shamelessness that he racked his brains but couldn't figure out what his aunt liked about him.
What's so good about this man
For a moment, Zhu Qilan wanted to draw his knife and chop someone.
It didn't work.
Although Zhu Yi deserved to be cut into pieces, Changsun Mengyan was really polite and well-mannered. Realizing that outsiders were present, she quickly pushed Zhu Yi away, wiped away her tears, bowed, called Zhu Yi "sister" and thanked him for saving her life, and directly made Zhu Qilan suffer.
You two, coming from prominent families and being ladies from prominent families, you can find any kind of man you want. Why do you have to crowd together on a tree and hang yourself
Especially you, he is the father of three children, and he is also your godfather, the son-in-law of the Huangji Sect's great elder. If you do this, aren't you afraid of bringing disaster to the family
Zhu Qilan couldn't figure it out, and was too tired to say more. He waved his hand and led Lu Bei to follow the yellow-robed monk.
"Changming, wait a moment. Uncle Eight has a few bottles of healing medicine. Take them. Maybe they will come in handy later." Zhu Yi took out five bottles of Bu Tian Sui and quickly caught up with Zhu Qilan. The latter was unmoved and didn't want to touch anything that had passed through his hands.
"You kid, at this time, you still..."
He stopped talking in the middle of his words, because Lu Bei took the five bottles of Bu Tian Sui without changing his expression, and followed Zhu Qilan in big strides, always remembering to keep a distance of one body length from him.
"Brother Yi, the demon monk has reached the realm of emptiness and has unfathomable magical powers. My two sisters just passed by like this..."
Chang Sun Mengyan didn't want to say anything discouraging, so she changed her tone and said, "Saving people is a good thing, but it's not worth it to get yourself into trouble. Why don't you try to persuade them again, and let them leave together while there's still time!"
"Don't talk nonsense. Where did these two sisters come from? Why didn't I see them?"
Zhu Yi teased, and without saying anything more, he said bluntly: "Chang Ming is a genius of the royal family, practicing the ten secret methods of the upper palace. Although she is at the great perfection of the transformation of the spirit, in terms of ability, the ten realms of the same level of transformation are not her opponents, and they are not much less than the refining realm."
Zhang Sun Mengyan was envious and asked, "What about the other sister?"
"Not sure..."
Zhu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "I am quite curious. With Chang Ming's arrogance, this boy must be strong to be in her eyes. I wonder where she found such a good match and how she didn't even leak any information."
A perfect match?!
Changsun Mengyan covered her mouth in surprise, imagining the scene of two beauties being affectionate with each other on a red bed and pink curtains. Her pretty face turned red instantly, and she punched Zhu Yi's chest with her little fist, not too hard or too light, asking him not to gossip about him, so as not to ruin the princess's reputation.
"Let's go. It's not safe here. Let's go to the desert and wait."
Zhu Yi hugged his goddaughter and sighed, "Yan'er, I promised to find an opportunity for you, but you ran into a troublemaker. This trip is doomed to fail. I will keep my promise next time."
"Since it's dangerous, why not just leave Four Gods Lake?"
"No, I have to make money to support you."
"It's too hard, why don't I support you..."
…
"Here, these two bottles of Bu Tian Sui are for you. Carry them with you. Take a sip when you are about to die."
The heat wave was overwhelming in the direction of the back hall. Lu Bei took out two bottles of Bu Tian Sui and handed them to Zhu Qilan. Seeing that Zhu Qilan had no intention of taking them, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, these are the two bottles I snatched before. I kept the five bottles your uncle gave me."
You really know how to behave!
Zhu Qilan rolled his eyes at Lu Bei and took the two bottles of Bu Tian Sui. Considering the worst situation, he thought this guy was okay.
Suddenly, her face darkened and she warned him, "Since you are claiming to be my cousin, I'll make it clear that the Eighth Imperial Uncle is a disgrace to the royal family. You can kill people, set fires, or do other evil things in the future, but you must not become a person like him."
"I'm afraid this is difficult. The sun rises and the moon sets, time will pass, and youth will eventually end. You and I..."
At this point, Lu Bei realized that he was out of touch with reality and apologized, "I was wrong. I'm still a child, but youth has nothing to do with you anymore. You are getting older day by day. Every time you open your eyes, it's another day of being single."
Zhu Qilan: “…”
Taking back my previous sentiment, this person is really no good. He talks too much and it shortens his life.
Thinking of Zhu Yi, Lu Bei sighed worriedly: "When I think about how I will become an adult like my eighth uncle in the future, my heart suddenly tightens. I want to resist, but I am afraid that I cannot defeat fate and end up with a miserable life surrounded by women."
Zhu Qilan: “…”
With just these words, she saw the future and was sure that Lu Bei would not embrace her.
…
The rear hall.
The crystal brick wall blooms with red light, the fire-colored light curtain is like a dream, the divine bird flaps its wings and hangs in the dream, the colorful feathers float and flow, writing one obscure and profound picture after another.
Below the divine bird, a young man sat cross-legged, his face as pale as paper, beads of sweat dripping down his face.
Zhu Shihan.
The White Tiger Clan lost the gambling match and was taken away by their fourth grandfather. They happily came to the Vermillion Bird Clan to join in the fun, but were tragically taken captive by the old monster Zhiyuan and other Zhu family members.
The good news is that he has the Suzaku fate and his future is limitless.
The bad news is that the old monster Zhiyuan successfully took over his body, occupied half of his flesh, and used his fate to steal the Suzaku treasure. It is hard to say whether he can survive today.
As for Zhu Shihan's fourth grandfather, not a single piece of armor was left, so it is hard to say that his body is still warm.
“Zhiyuan, young man has his destiny. What is his will eventually be his. Even if you take it away, you can never get it back. Don’t be stubborn.” The yellow-robed monk stood behind Zhu Shihan and said with a sad face.
"That makes sense. Have you ever thought about this: if he really has the destiny, why can I get the opportunity?"
Zhu Shihan opened his mouth slowly and laughed hoarsely, "Opportunities cannot be forced. The fact that I can force it means that destiny is in my hands. You are the one who is stubborn and rebellious."
"Zhiyuan, let go of your stubbornness..."
"Noisy!"
Zhu Shihan interrupted with a cold snort: "You bald ass, if you are really kind, just shut up. If you piss me off, none of those people outside will survive."
"They're gone."
"Oh, you bald ass can be a good person."
Zhu Shihan frowned slightly, sensing the two auras approaching, and said unhappily: "Deal with the people you attracted yourself, don't let them disturb my practice, otherwise I will kill you too."
"Zhiyuan, I am not afraid of death."
“Hehehe—”
Zhu Shihan smiled coldly, and as he suddenly opened his eyes, the translucent body of the yellow-robed monk solidified into a solid entity with flesh and blood, and a strong heartbeat.
Happy to have a human body, the yellow-robed monk could not smile at all. Black demonic energy surged from his brows, corroding his entire body and turning him into a black bald man.
It would be more accurate to describe it as a black-robed monk at this time.
"Zhiyuan, I will not be an accomplice to the evil, and this body will soon be returned to young people." Zhu Shihan said.
The black-robed monk swung his sleeves and left, sneering: "Bald donkey, you talk too much nonsense. Others don't understand you, but I do? You are pretending to be kind and sympathetic, pretending to be genuine. You stay here and practice well. I will go meet those two ignorant youngsters."
In front of the rear hall, a black-robed monk blocked Lu Bei and Zhu Qilan. He said nothing to the two who were willing to die. His black robe glowed red, revealing a series of eerie and violent faces.
The terrifying face swept across the ground and transformed into dozens of black-robed clones. Their red eyes shot out vicious glances, and they rushed in front of Zhu Qilan with fangs and claws, suddenly turning into endless swords and shadows.
Zhu Qilan's expression remained unchanged, and he used his palm like a knife to draw a white line in front of him. The freezing cold air spread with the wind, freezing the sword and saber, unable to move forward an inch.
As she clenched her five fingers into a fist, dozens of black-robed clones turned into icy powder, dripping black mud all over the ground.
"Oh, that's a bit of a skill."
The black-robed monk clapped his hands lightly, acknowledging that Zhu Qilan had the capital to seek death. He tapped the air with his fingertips, and red lights emitting a strong bloody aura weaved into a curtain, entwining the rolling demonic energy that enveloped the two men's location.
As the evil spirit attacked, Zhu Qilan took a step back rationally.
Then he took another step back.
Lu Bei was forced to step forward and face the demonic energy that frightened the practitioners. He was not panicked at all and punched out with his arm horizontally.
The fist pointed directly at the black-robed monk!
A mighty fist force burst out, and beams of scorching white light cut across and across. The red curtain shattered, and the demonic energy stagnated and rolled back.
In the criss-crossing sword net, a beam of light condensed with immortal sword intent rushed to the black-robed monk in an instant like a broken bamboo. Under his astonished gaze, it tore through the protective black mist and easily pierced his chest.
"Fist... Sword Intention? Heavenly Sword Sect!"
The black-robed monk touched his empty chest, thinking of something, and raised his eyebrows: "The sword intent is ambiguous, I have never seen it before. Good boy, if it is really the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword Sect, even though you practiced it incorrectly, you have figured out some tricks. It may be possible to establish a sect one day..."
"It's a pity there is no future!"
The black-robed monk became fearful, and his black robe turned blood red. He stomped his feet and moved forward with a thunderous sound, and rushed towards the two men with countless ghost faces.
The blood surged like a tide, and under the layers of siege, there were hundreds of clones.
The black-robed monk rushed the fastest, with his five fingers spread out, and the demonic energy penetrated every corner and went straight to Zhu Qilan's face.
After a test, it was obvious that this woman was deeply troubled by evil thoughts. Although she had reached the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, she was actually vulnerable. On the contrary, the androgynous Xiantian Realm next to her had no idea what strange skills she had practiced, so she had to be treated with caution.
Zhu Qilan snorted coldly, stepped forward, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and used the Emperor's Self-Sacrifice Seal to resist, directly attacking the huge palm that was filled with demonic energy.
When their fists touched, boundless cold air extinguished the red light, but they were helpless against the evil spirit. Amid the black-robed monk's sneer, hundreds of black evil spirits wrapped around Zhu Qilan's arms like poisonous snakes and penetrated into her body in one fell swoop.
The next second, the black-robed monk's smile froze.
A cold wave breaks out, freezing all life.
The destructive sword intent emanated from Zhu Qilan's fist, rushing through his body, severing tendons and veins, cutting bones and flesh...
How could this be
Behind Zhu Qilan, Lu Bei placed one hand on her back, transmitting his magic power without any obstacles. He used her hand to vent his sword intent, and all the evil spirits were channeled into his body by Zhu Qilan.
You were careless. These two were a pair of Taoist companions.
The black-robed monk pulled back, his body collapsing layer by layer and weathering away bit by bit.
Under the Vermillion Bird in the rear hall, Zhu Shihan stood up with a sullen face.
"Zhiyuan, those two are very clever. Why don't you just lay down your butcher knife like me..."
"Shut up!"
Zhu Shihan shouted loudly, and a shiny figure slowly walked out.
The left eye is gold and the right is black, half is Buddha's light and half is devil's spirit.
Old monster Zhiyuan.