Chapter 190 The dismal life of hugging left and right

  Zhu Yi's brazenness made Zhu Qilan so angry that he racked his brains and couldn't figure out what exactly his aunt liked about him.

  What's wrong with this man?

   For a moment, Zhu Qilan wanted to draw his sword and kill someone.

   Didn't pull it out.

Of course Zhu Yi deserved to be hacked into pieces, but the eldest grandson Mengyan was really polite and self-cultivated. Realizing the presence of outsiders, she hurriedly pushed Zhu Yi away, wiped away her tears and bowed to salute, opened her mouth to sister, shut up to save her life, and directly punished Zhu Qilan. Not anymore.

   You two are from famous families and are all ladies, what kind of man can't be found, why are you crowded on a tree and hanged?

  Especially you, he is the father of three children, or your godfather, the son-in-law who joined the family of the Great Elder of Huangjizong. If you do this, you are not afraid of bringing catastrophe to the family?

  Zhu Qilan couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to say much because he was tired. He waved and led Lu Bei to follow the yellow-robed monk.

"Wait a minute, Changming. Eighth Uncle still has a few bottles of healing medicine. Take them with you. They might come in handy later." Zhu Yi took out five bottles of mending marrow, and quickly caught up with Zhu Qilan. He didn't want to touch anything that passed his hand.

   "You child, at this time, you still..."

  He stopped in the middle of the conversation, just because Lu Beimian took five bottles of Butian Essence without changing his expression, and strode away after Zhu Qilan, never forgetting to keep a body distance.

   "Brother Yi, the demon monk has cultivated in the Void Realm, and his supernatural powers are unpredictable. The two sisters just passed by..."

  Eldest Sun Mengyan didn't want to say depressing words, so he changed his words: "Saving people is a good thing, and it's not worth getting yourself into it. Why don't you persuade them again, and let them leave together before it's too late!"

   "You can't talk nonsense, where are the two sisters, why didn't I look at them?"

Zhu Yi teased without saying anything, and said bluntly: "Chang Ming is a genius of the royal family. He practiced the ten secrets of Shanggong. Her opponent doesn't have a lot of Void Refining Realm."

  The eldest grandson Mengyan envied and admired, and asked: "What about the other sister?"

   "Don't know..."

Zhu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled at the corners of his mouth: "I'm also quite curious. With Chang Ming's arrogance, this son can catch her eyes, and his aptitude must be strong but not weak. I don't know where she found a good match. Not a single word of wind leaked out."

  Good match? !

  The eldest grandson Mengyan covered her mouth in surprise, her mind was filled with red bed curtains, and the picture of two beauties making love to each other. In an instant, her pretty face was slightly red, and she punched Zhu Yi's chest with small fists, neither serious nor heavy, telling him not to chew his tongue indiscriminately, so as not to ruin the princess's reputation.

   "Go, it's not safe here, let's wait in the desert."

  Zhu Yi put his arms around his goddaughter, sighed and said: "Yan'er, I promised to find you a chance, but I met a troublesome bald donkey. This trip is destined to be fruitless. I will keep my promise next time."

   "It's dangerous, why not just leave Sishen Lake?"

   "No, I have to make money to support you."

   "It's too hard, why don't I support you..."

  …

   "Here, I'll give you these two bottles of mending marrow, take it with you, and take a sip if you're about to die."

The heat wave in the direction of the back hall was overwhelming, Lu Bei took out two bottles of Butian Marrow and handed them to Zhu Qilan, seeing that he had no intention of taking it at all, he said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's the two bottles you snatched earlier, the five bottles your uncle gave you. bottle, I keep it for myself."

  You really know how to behave!

  Zhu Qilan gave Lu Bei a blank look, took two bottles of Butian Essence, and felt that this person was okay under such a bad situation.

Suddenly, her complexion darkened, and she warned: "Since you recognize me as a cousin by your relatives, then I will be ugly to the front. Uncle Eight is a disgrace to the royal family. In the future, you can kill people and set fires, or do evil things, but you can't become an old lady." Someone like him."

   "I'm afraid it will be very difficult. The sun rises and the moon sets, time is lost, and youth will eventually come to an end. You and I..."

Speaking of this, Lu Bei realized that he was divorced from reality, and apologized: "I was wrong, I am still a child, but youth has nothing to do with you, you are living a day-to-day life, and every time you open your eyes, you are single again. "

  Zhu Qilan: "..."

   Take back the previous emotion, this person is really not good, talk too much, and shorten his life.

Thinking of Zhu Yi, Lu Bei sighed worriedly: "When I think that I will become an adult like Uncle Ba in the future, my heart suddenly twitches. I want to resist, but I am afraid that I will not be able to defeat fate, so I finally fall into a left hug." A bleak life in the arms of the right."

  Zhu Qilan: "..."

  Just by saying this, she also saw the future, and she was convinced that Lu Bei's left and right hugs did not include her.

  …

  Apse.

  The crystal brick walls bloom with crimson red light, the fire-colored light curtain is like a dream, the divine bird flutters its wings and hangs in the dream, and the colorful feathers float and flow, writing a series of obscure and profound pictures.

  Below the divine bird, a young man sat cross-legged, his face was as white as paper, dripping with sweat.

  Zhu Shihan.

  Baihu's gate failed in a gambling fight, and was carried away by his fourth grandfather. He came to Zhuque's gate full of joy to join in the fun, but was trapped by the old monster Zhiyuan, and became a prisoner together with other Zhu family children.

  The good news is that he lives in the Suzaku fate, and his future is limitless.

  The bad news is that the old monster Zhiyuan successfully seized his house, took up half of his body, and used his fate to steal the treasure left by Suzaku.

  As for Zhu Shihan's fourth grandfather, it is difficult to say that his bones are not cold because there is no armor left.

   "Zhiyuan, the young man has his destiny, what is his is his after all, you can't get it if you take it away, don't be obsessed with it." The yellow-robed monk stood behind Zhu Shihan, with a sad face.

   "It makes sense, then have you ever thought, if he is really destined, why can I get the chance?"

  Zhu Shihan opened his mouth slowly, and said with a hoarse smile: "Opportunity can't be forced, I can force it, it means that the fate is in me, and you are the one who is obsessed with obsession."

   "Zhiyuan, let go of your obsession..."

   "Noisy!"

  Zhu Shihan interrupted with a cold snort: "Damn donkey, if you are really merciful, shut your mouth and **** me off, and none of the people outside will want to live."

   "They're gone."

   "Oh, you bald donkey will be a good person."

  Zhu Shihan frowned slightly, sensing that the two breaths were gradually approaching, he said angrily: "The people you attract, you deal with them yourself, don't let them disturb my practice, or you will be killed together."

   "Zhi Yuan, I am not afraid of death."

   "Hehehe——"

  Zhu Shihan smiled coldly, and then he opened his eyes suddenly, and the translucent body of the yellow-robed monk condensed into a solid body, full of flesh and blood, and his heartbeat was vigorous and powerful.

  Xiti's physical body, the yellow-robed monk couldn't laugh at all, the black devilish energy in his brows soared, eroding his whole body, and dyed him into a black bald head.

   At this time, it is more accurate to describe it as a black-robed monk.

   "Zhiyuan, I won't do anything for a tiger, this body will soon be returned to the young man." Zhu Shihan said.

The black-robed monk flung his sleeves away and said with a sneer, "Baldy donkey, you talk too much nonsense. Others don't understand you, but I still don't understand you? You're pretending to be merciful and pretending to be the real thing. You stay here to cultivate. I'm going to meet those two juniors who don't know how to live or die."

  In the front of the apse, the black-robed monk blocked Lu Bei and Zhu Qilan. He didn't say a word of nonsense to the two who took the initiative to die.

  The terrifying face stalked the ground and turned into dozens of black-robed avatars. Pairs of red eyes cast vicious gazes, and rushed to Zhu Qilan with teeth and claws, suddenly turning into endless swords and swords.

  Zhu Qilan's expression remained unchanged, and he drew a white line in front of him like a knife with his palm.

   Clenched fists with her five fingers, dozens of black-robed avatars crumbled and scattered ice powder, dripping black muddy water all over the ground.

   "Oh, a little skill."

  The black-robed monk clapped his hands lightly, acknowledging that Zhu Qilan had the capital to seek death. His fingertips connected in mid-air, and red lights emitting rich blood energy weaved into a curtain, entangled and billowing demonic energy enveloped the two of them.

   When the devilish energy hit, Zhu Qilan took a step back rationally.

   Then took another step back.

  Lu Bei was forced to step forward, facing the frightening demonic energy in the practice, without any panic in his heart, he punched with his cross arm.

  The fist pointed directly at the black robe monk!

  The mighty fist burst out, the white light beam cut vertically and horizontally, the red curtain shattered in response, and the demon energy stagnated and rolled back one after another.

  Among the criss-crossing sword nets, a light beam condensing the immortal sword intent was like a broken bamboo, and rushed to the black-robed monk in an instant. Under his surprised gaze, it tore apart the black mist that protected his body, and easily pierced his chest.

   "Fist... sword intent? Heavenly Sword Sect!"

The black-robed monk touched Kong Luoluo's chest, thought of something, and raised his eyebrows: "The sword intent is plausible, I have never seen it before, my boy, if it is really the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword Sect, even though you practiced it wrong, you have figured it out a little bit." The way of the door, it is not impossible to establish a sect one day..."

   "It's a pity that there is no future!"

  The black-robed monk felt fearful, the black robe rolled up boundless blood, stepped on his feet, set off and made a thunderous explosion, and followed countless grimaces to kill the two of them.

  Blood light surged like a tide, and surrounded by layers, there were hundreds of clones.

  The black-robed monk charged the fastest, with his five fingers spread out, the devilish energy penetrated through every hole, and he went straight to Zhu Qilan's face.

  A test, it can be seen that this woman is deeply troubled by evil thoughts. Although she has the cultivation base of the Great Perfection of the Transformation God Realm, she is actually vulnerable. On the contrary, it is the innate realm who is neither male nor female, and does not know what kind of weird skills he has practiced, so he needs to be treated with caution.

  Zhu Qilan snorted coldly, stepped on his feet, squeezed his five fingers into a fist seal, and resisted with the Huangji Sacrificial Seal, hitting the huge palm surrounded by demonic energy.

  When the fists and palms touched, the boundless cold air extinguished the red light, but there was nothing to do with the demonic energy. Under the sneer of the black robe monk, hundreds of black demonic energy wrapped around Zhu Qilan's arm like a poisonous snake, and sank into her body in one fell swoop.

  The next second, the black-robed monk smiled stiffly.

  The cold wave broke out, freezing life.

  The destructive sword intent emanated from Zhu Qilan's fist, rampaging through his body, cutting tendons and veins, deboning and cutting flesh...

  How could this be?

  Behind Zhu Qilan, Lu Bei's single palm was pressed against his back, and there was no obstacle to the transmission of mana. She used her hand to vent the sword intent, and all the devilish energy was introduced into his body by Zhu Qilan.

   Careless, these two are dual monks.

  The black-robed monk drew back, his body collapsed layer by layer, and a little bit of weathering dissipated.

  Below Suzaku in the apse, Zhu Shihan stood up with a cold face.

   "Zhi Yuan, those two are very skilled, if you don't let me put down the butcher's knife, that's fine..."

"Shut up!"

  Zhu Shihan shouted loudly, and a shiny figure slowly left and walked out.

  The eyes are golden on the left and black on the right, half of which is Buddha's light, and half is magic energy.

  Old monster Zhiyuan.

  (end of this chapter)