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The clock is ticking.
The stalemate between Li Xianyu and Wu Xingyun gradually faded.
Wu Xingyun didn't agree with Li Xianyu's strategy of "pretending to be real", but he didn't object either.
At this time, not speaking means acquiescence.
The situation at this moment is not suitable for speaking.
The two of them stood and sat together, quietly in the room... wasting away their time.
Outside Xining City.
Murong Fu, who was inexplicably put on by Jiumozhi, had a full sleep. When he woke up, it was noon and the sun was shining brightly.
"It's time to take action." Murong Fu stood up, high-spirited, planning to capture several cave masters and island masters first, and then lead the mob at tonight's Ten Thousand Immortals Conference.
The other side.
On a clean piece of grass.
Jiumozhi was silently reciting various Buddhist sutras, trying to stabilize his mind.
In his ears, soft whispers sounded from time to time, bothering him all the time.
He didn't know how long he could hold on, and he didn't want to fall.
As the Tubo State Preceptor, Jiumozhi can be said to be a Buddhist holy monk, and his attainments in Buddhist scriptures can almost be said to be second to none in the world.
When it comes to Buddhism, he is invincible and does not give up to anyone.
When it comes to martial arts... his mentality seems very complicated, and deep down he is extremely proud, but he knows very well that Tubo is just a small country on the border. The Buddhist temple where he lives has many Buddhist scriptures, and martial arts scriptures... are average, far from being as prosperous as Compared with the Central Plains.
He longed for the Six Meridians Divine Sword from Tianlong Temple in Dali.
He longed for the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.
A small formless skill in Taoism... Without a copy, he practiced it like crazy.
Not long ago, he had just used his martial arts skills to show off in front of the world-famous 'Nan Murong'.
In an instant, reality hit him hard.
A woman, an obviously slutty woman, actually had a complete hold on him.
What frightened him the most was that this woman actually knew the Xiaowuxiang Kung Fu and restrained him firmly.
The failure of the last move left him completely unable to fight back in front of this woman, and he completely fell into her prey.
When he was first captured, fear flashed through Jiumozhi's heart, thinking that his life was about to be decided here.
What made him even more desperate was that this woman not only wanted his life, but also wanted to destroy his faith.
This woman is using her feminine charms to seduce him!
Jiumozhi is insisting.
The education he received since childhood told him that female sex is a great terror and he must not violate this commandment.
Great terror is still great terror after all. Even eminent monks such as Jiumozhi still could not persist until dark.
Jiumozhi, you broke the precept.
Tears flowed from the corners of my eyes, and I had no hope for life.
The blazing sun gradually turned into a soft sunset, with a brilliant red light that dyed half of the sky red.
As the time gradually approached Haishi, Li Qiushui's heart gradually became agitated.
Today's Haishi, she has been waiting for thirty years!
"Senior sister, our senior sisters will meet again soon."
"When the time comes, I hope you can still maintain your former arrogance."
The sun sets and night falls.
Li Qiushui gradually became violent. Her violence was filled with soft whispers, and her fingertips and teeth were filled with bright red blood.
Her face had become ferocious and twisted.
Haishi.
Li Qiu Shui was neatly dressed, like a fairy in white clothes coming into the world. Her clothes and sleeves were floating, as if she was about to fly into the sky.
I glanced at the dying Jiumozhi in the grass...
"You are not as good as Mr. Murong."
With a whisper, Li Qiushui turned into a white afterimage and headed towards Xining Mountain City.
Xining mountain city, inn.
When the moment of Haishi approached, Li Xianyu could clearly feel that the momentum of Wu Xingyun standing in front of him suddenly weakened.
Li Xianyu opened his eyes wide and stared at Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun's expression changed drastically, and he felt panic in his heart.
She clearly felt the entire process of her own power dissipating rapidly.
This made her very uneasy, and her cute eyes looked like a frightened deer.
"Senior Sister~, Junior Sister, did you calculate the date correctly?"
Suddenly, a soft and melodious voice came into Wu Xingyun's ears, and Wu Xingyun's expression immediately changed.
"The art of soul searching through sound transmission." Li Xianyu whispered. He didn't hear the whisper, but he felt the fluctuations in the space.
He knew that in the Xiaoyao Sect, there was a secret technique called the "Sound Transmission Soul Searching Technique". Only those who had practiced the Xiaoyao Sect's skills could hear the sound transmitted.
Li Xianyu stretched out his hand and pressed Wu Xingyun's small shoulder, his palm warm and strong.
Wu Xingyun was startled, looked up at Li Xianyu, and saw Li Xianyu's comforting and confident eyes.
For a moment, the tension in Wu Xingyun's heart gradually receded.
"Let's go." Li Xianyu took Wu Xingyun's little hand and walked out of the room.
"Sister, I heard that you specifically arrested my grandson-in-law?"
"A Luo and her daughter must have suffered."
"Junior sister, I really don't know what you are thinking. Are you going to threaten me with my grandson-in-law?"
"Or...are you attracted to my grandson-in-law? I heard that he is a scholar and must be very handsome, right?"
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The soft and melodious voice kept reaching Wu Xingyun's ears. Wu Xingyun's entire little face was black and red, and his teeth were itching with hatred. Especially when he heard some words about Li Xianyu, he was speechless.
"Bitch, all I can think about is bitch." Wu Xingyun cursed, his face turning green and red.
Li Xianyu glanced down at Wu Xingyun and said leisurely: "Everything she is thinking about right now is probably you."
Wu Xingyun stared.
Li Xianyu smiled and looked towards the end of the street ahead.
A figure dressed in white and snowy, suddenly far away and now close.
Li Qiushui is here.
"No wonder that old man from Wuyazi would marry Li Qiu Shui." Li Xianyu thought to himself, looking at Li Qiu Shui's figure and temperament, feeling a very strange feeling in his heart.
Li Qiushui's figure is somewhat similar to Li Qingluo in the past.
As for her appearance, covered with white gauze, Li Xianyu could only vaguely see the whiteness of her skin.
While Li Xianyu was sizing up Li Qiu Shui, Li Qiu Shui was also sizing up Li Xianyu.
The more you look, the brighter your eyes become.
"He is quite a pretty scholar." Li Qiushui chuckled, his voice gentle and charming.
Li Xianyu was startled, couldn't help but grinned, and replied with praise: "Third Senior Sister has good eyesight."
Wu Xingyun's face turned a little dark, and his heart couldn't help but feel anxious.
In fact, the character and integrity of the person next to her didn't give her much confidence at all.
"Third Senior Sister?" Li Qiushui looked surprised.
Li Xianyu smiled and said, "I studied under Xiaoyaozi and am his close disciple."
"Master is still alive?" Li Qiushui couldn't calm down anymore.
Wu Xingyun's eyes moved slightly and he was silent, remembering what Li Xianyu said before: Li Qiushui knew nothing about him.
"Perhaps he's still alive." Li Xianyu chuckled, "It was the second senior brother Wu Yazi who accepted the disciples on his behalf and passed the Xiaoyao Sect's leader's ring to me, hoping that I could bring glory to the Xiaoyao Sect for him."
Wu Xingyun curled his lips.
"Senior brother..." Li Qiushui stared at Li Xianyu, his voice trembling slightly, "He...he is still alive?"
