Xining Mountain City, a corner of the street.
"Master, everything is fate."
Li Xianyu looked at Jiumozhi and said with a smile, "Have you ever stolen a Taoist secret over there in Taihu Lake?"
Jiumozhi's expression changed again, and he looked at Li Xianyu in horror.
"You...you...how do you know?"
Some time ago, he caught Duan Yu and went to Yanziwu deep in Taihu Lake. As a result, he was trapped in Taihu Lake. Later, he happened to meet Li Qingluo and his party.
Then Jiumozhi quietly sneaked into Li Qingluo's luxurious ship and followed him to Mantuo Villa. By chance, he witnessed the old monster Ding Chunqiu from Xingxiu teaching Li Qingluo the Small No-Phase Kung Fu.
After that, he stole the Xiao Wuxiang Kung.
Li Xianyu's smile looked much more mysterious, and he continued: "That secret skill is called Xiao Wuxiang Gong, right?"
Jiumozhi's face became more and more shocked, and his heart was filled with unspeakable shock.
"Little Wuxiang Gong?"
At this time, Li Qinglu, who had never spoken before, whispered, with surprises in her eyes.
As far as she knew, Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu was the unique skill of her royal grandmother, and only a few members of the Xixia royal family had been taught it.
Li Qinglu is one of them.
"The Little Wuxiang Kung Fu is the unique skill of the woman who ruined your martial arts." Li Xianyu sighed and said, "This is really fate for every peck and every drink."
Jiumozhi couldn't calm down anymore.
The little phaseless skill that I secretly learned turned out to be that woman’s secret skill!
After a long time.
"Amitabha, that's it."
Jiumozhi said the Buddha's name, and a look of relief flashed on his face.
Before that, he was filled with resentment towards the woman in white. He felt that he was so unjust and was raped by that woman for no reason.
It even tempted him to violate the Buddhist precepts!
At this moment, after listening to the story of the young man in front of him, he realized that the woman in white didn't come to him for no reason, but because he had stolen someone else's magical power first.
"In this case, the poor monk is not unjust."
Jiumozhi sighed secretly.
Since losing all his power, his temperament has become much more open-minded.
"Master, are you having trouble staying here?" Li Xianyu asked warmly.
Jiumozhi paused, shook his head, and said: "The poor monk was too obsessed in the first half of his life and violated the Buddhist precepts. For the rest of his life, he wants to become an ascetic to atone for his sins."
"That's it." Li Xianyu looked at Jiumozhi and asked thoughtfully, "Can your legs still move freely?"
Jiumozhi nodded slightly and said, "Okay."
"That's good." Li Xianyu smiled.
Perhaps his strength was high enough and his horizons were broadened. When facing the Tubo Imperial Master, Li Xianyu didn't have any conspiracy or plan, and even felt a vague sense of "reunion with old friends".
If Jiumozhi's legs were broken, he would be willing to help him heal them.
Only when you have legs can you go home.
After chatting for a few more words, Li Xianyu left.
He did not identify himself.
That's not necessary.
From now on, there is a high probability that he will not have any interaction with this Tubo Imperial Master.
Zhong Ling followed Li Xianyu and Li Qinglu, staring at Li Xianyu's back the whole time.
"Who is he anyway, and why does he feel like he knows everything?"
Zhong Ling was muttering in his heart.
Not a moment.
Li Xianyu deliberately led Li Qinglu to stay at the inn where he once lived.
Zhong Ling blatantly lived next door to Li Xianyu and Li Qinglu's room, and as soon as he moved in, he knocked on the door of Li Xianyu's room.
It was Li Qinglu who opened the door.
Zhong Ling's pretty face turned red all of a sudden...and she felt a little guilty for no reason.
"Girl, are you looking for Brother Li?" Li Qinglu asked with a chuckle, but alarm bells had already sounded in her heart.
Zhong Ling nodded shyly and whispered, "I want to ask him about my life experience."
"Qinglu, let her in." Li Xianyu's gentle voice reached both inside and outside the door.
Li Qinglu smiled and got out of the way.
"Thanks."
Zhong Ling thanked him and walked into the room cheerfully.
Li Xianyu was standing in front of the window, admiring the mountain scenery outside the window.
There are rolling mountains surrounding Xining Mountain City, and the scenery is quite good.
Of course, the main reason why Li Xianyu can appreciate the mountain scenery is that his mentality is very different from the past.
In the past, whether it was Han Chuang's ten years of studying hard or the stage of seeking martial arts, his goals were very clear, and his situation was not so satisfactory. Even if he saw the beautiful scenery in the mountains, he would not appreciate it.
Now, with the surge in strength, his mind seems to have become more open-minded all of a sudden.
"You want to confirm your origin?"
Li Xianyu turned around and looked at Zhong Ling with a smile.
According to the family relationship, the rather delicate-looking Zhong Ling in front of her should be regarded as her sister-in-law.
It's always okay to smile when treating your sister-in-law.
Zhong Ling looked at Li Xianyu's smiling face, her pretty face turned red uncontrollably, and her heart was pounding.
"Um."
Zhong Ling hummed softly, not daring to look at Li Xianyu any longer.
"He looks so good."
Zhong Ling thought secretly.
The more I look at Li Xianyu, the more beautiful he looks, like a banished immortal who fell from the sky.
"Sit down and talk." Li Xianyu asked Zhong Ling to sit at the round table in the room.
Li Qinglu poured a cup of tea for each of them very virtuously, then walked to the bed and sat down, staring at Zhong Ling, feeling a little worried about gain and loss.
She suddenly felt that she didn't know this husband very well.
She really knew very little about her husband's previous experiences.
"The first time you and Duan Yu met, it was probably at the Wuliang Mountain Sword Sect, right?" Li Xianyu said thoughtfully.
"You know all this?" Zhong Ling's eyes widened.
Li Xianyu smiled, raised his eyebrows and said, "I also know that you have a lightning ferret."
Zhong Ling was completely shocked and nodded repeatedly: "I raised a lightning mink, but unfortunately I can't find it. I've been looking for my little mink all the time."
At the end, Zhong Ling felt a little sad.
She had raised the lightning ferret since she was a child, but she lost it.
"The lightning ferret was poisoned to death by the red clam." Li Xianyu continued.
"What?" Zhong Ling was startled, and his expression immediately changed.
Li Xianyu comforted him: "The dead mink cannot be resurrected. I am sorry and accept the change."
Hearing this, a strange color flashed in Li Qinglu's eyes.
Zhong Ling, who was originally grieving, felt something strange in his heart because of this sentence, "The dead mink cannot be resurrected."
"Do you like Duan Yu?" Li Xianyu asked suddenly.
"Ah?" Zhong Ling was stunned, and immediately his pretty face turned red, "You...you...what are you talking nonsense about."
Li Qinglu was stunned. She seemed to remember that Meng Lang had said before that this girl named Zhong Ling was Duan Yu's biological sister~.
“……”
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Western Region, Northern Desert.
White Camel Mountain.
Li Qiushui, who has lived for almost ninety years, is considered to have experienced a lot, but this is the first time she has heard that there are saints in Buddhism.
Involuntarily, he asked carefully.
The ascetic monk smiled and said: "Become a Buddhist saint, and the Buddha will satisfy your desires."
"Oh?" Li Qiu Shui raised his eyebrows lightly and asked leisurely, "Master, do you know what I am thinking about at this moment?"
The ascetic monk's smile did not change, he nodded slightly and said, "I know."
"Then Master, can you ask the Buddha to satisfy my thoughts at this moment?"
Li Qiushui looked at the ascetic with burning eyes.
"Amitabha."
The ascetic put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
Later, he replaced the Buddha and satisfied Li Qiushui's wishes.
