The ghost king who thinks highly of himself probably didn't expect that he originally regarded as a sure prey in his pocket, but turned his back on the guest and wanted to control him.

The ghost king was furious from the bottom of his heart, but he later restrained others. Chang Ming took advantage of that gap and firmly grasped it.

"Minghui, what a beautiful little lady."

Yes, she is beautiful.

In early spring, she walked from the embankment wearing a skirt embroidered with spring grass, with lavender flowers blooming on both sides, and the hem of the skirt swayed slowly with her steps. The spring grass was embroidered by herself, so people couldn’t tell whether it was peanuts on the skirt , or spring grass came down from the skirt, adding embellishment to the flowers.

Her hands have always been very skillful, and they are the same as her appearance. People say that Hui Zhi Lan Xin is tailor-made for her.

But her beauty doesn't stop there.

Minghui is very smart, not the kind of cleverness who pretends to be smart. She can learn everything almost instantly. If it weren't for the congenital weakness of meridians, with her aptitude, she could have become a world-renowned master-level master. Unfortunately, the sky is jealous of talents, and Minghui even She couldn't even practice the usual inner breath and heart formula, but she didn't get discouraged, and went to read again, and she almost read many books. Not only did she memorize them fluently, but she was also able to tell him the author's implication. Unfortunately, Confucianism doesn't accept Female disciple, she had to study on her own, and went to ask great scholars in private. Some so-called celebrities saw that she was a woman, and instead of answering, they refused to answer, and didn't even give a chance to ask questions. He was so angry that he wanted to teach those people a lesson. But Minghui stopped him.

She said that if Confucianism is not accepted, she will use books as teachers, and if the way of cultivation is unreasonable, she will help him practice, and she will go to study medicine. Not only can he save the world, but he can also help him heal when he is injured.

"and after?"

later…

In the depths of his consciousness, a voice kept warning him to wake up as soon as possible. The ghost king clenched his fists and wanted to grab Chang Ming, but they hung down again in mid-air, his breathing became heavier, and the eyeballs under his eyelids trembled, as if they were about to open at any time.

He Xiyun was thrilled to see it.

With the ghost king under control, the attack power of the surrounding ghosts seemed to have weakened. She and He Qingmo killed the ghosts while observing the situation of the ghost king and Chang Ming.

"what happened…"

Zhang Zhang woke up slowly, supported his head, and frowned.

He seemed to be still immersed in the shadow of being caught in a ghost marriage, he was afraid from time to time, and even his eyes were full of fear.

"Where are we?"

No one had time to answer his questions. When He Xiyun slashed with his long sword, a red-clothed ghost was split in two. Although it was a soul body, Zhang Zhang's face was splashed with blood. The latter couldn't help shouting.

"what!!"

The ghost king trembled slightly, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhang Zhang's shout made him break away from the magic voice for a short time, his eyes were shining brightly, and suddenly he was in trouble, his ghostly aura surged up, and he put a hood on Chang Ming.

"Sword!"

Chang Ming stepped back in time, squeezed the sword formula with his hands, and drew the Sifei sword in front of him. The light of the sword was connected into one piece, which happened to block the surging ghost energy.

There were ghost horns all over the place, one sound more shrill, like a hungry beast rushing towards the prey he had set his sights on, whistling fiercely and full of hatred, entangled and relentless, trying to kill them all.

"Spiritual cleansing, five spirits in the heart, Zixuanjie sword, set up the universe, order!"

He Qingmo's expression was cold and serious, and he pinched the tactic, and the sword became light. In an instant, the purple energy rushed straight to the sky with him as the center, and spread outward, and the sword energy spread one by one.

The cries of the ghosts stopped immediately, and they were temporarily quiet within half a mile around them.

He Xiyun's pressure dropped suddenly, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if she was here, it would be difficult to deal with the predicament alone, and she might drag Chang Ming down and become a burden for the other party.

Fortunately, He Qingmo was there.

But He Qingmo is actually not relaxed. Although he didn't show it, he has been secretly observing Chang Ming's every move.

He knew very well that if Chang Ming was safe, they would be fine, and if Chang Ming had something to do, they would not be able to escape.

Zheng!

Sifeijian let out a long cry, shaking away the lingering ghost energy.

The ghost king didn't feel the threat of the sword energy blowing towards his face, but he only felt the spring breeze blowing on his face, gently caressing his face, very much like——

It was very much like Minghui's soft and delicate hands.

"How did Minghui die?"

Chang Ming asked softly, like talking to an old friend, cordial and friendly, without any fireworks.

The ghost king frowned, and dropped his hand that was about to reach out. The ghost energy dissipated halfway, turning into black butterflies and dancing, and his consciousness finally sank slowly again.

The day of Minghui's death was also a gloomy and blinding day like now.

She fell into her arms, the pain had made her unable to speak, she could only look at him with those eyes with long eyelashes, her sadness was uncontrollable.

He could feel Minghui's aura drifting away little by little, but he couldn't catch it. He had just embarked on the road of cultivation, and he could only scratch the surface of any spells. But it shows that Hui Shouyuan is exhausted, and the gods are helpless and helpless.

White qi scrambled to escape from Minghui's body, and it was all her anger.

He can see, but can't recover.

Ayou...

Minghui was in great pain. He knew that being alive had become a kind of torture for her.

He put his hand on Minghui's neck, but he was greeted with expectant eyes.

She also hopes that this pain will end sooner.

His hands slowly tightened, and his expression was a little more painful than the person in his arms.

Minghui's vitality drained at an accelerated rate, his face flushed and began to turn pale again, his body trembled and struggled involuntarily, but soon lost his strength, and gradually softened until he became stiff.

He personally buried Minghui, but later...

Minghui actually turned into a ghost, murdering people when he saw people, killing demons when he met demons, even he didn't know him anymore.

Ming Hui, who died in his arms, unexpectedly lost two souls and three souls.

Later, he also became a fierce ghost, subdued all ghosts, and became a ghost cultivator.

But he could no longer find his Minghui.

I couldn't find the girl who was slowly returning from flowers blooming on Moshang.

"Your Minghui, was enchanted before he was alive, and his soul was imprisoned after death. There is no way to go to the sky, no way to enter the earth, no way to live, no way to die, no way to die alone, no rest for the soul, There is no greater pain than the greatest pain in the world. Taoism has the technique of restraining ghosts, Buddhism has the method of vajra suppressing ghosts, and demons also have the practice of devouring ghosts, using ghosts to transform spirits to nourish cultivation. You have practiced for many years, and you are the king of ghosts. I know exactly, who was it that harmed her to such an extent?"

who is it?

The ghost king exhaled heavily, and the black flames around his body gradually became thicker. The ghost cry, which had been silent for a while, seemed to echo his state of mind, and sounded from the surrounding fields again, from far to near, without a trace.

In the darkness, it was impossible to tell the difference between south, east and north, and He Xiyun and the others felt that the cold and evil energy was rushing towards them again. The icy icicles were even more frightening than the bone piercing. They were full of resentment and killing intent, and wanted to tear apart the skin and devour the flesh. Blood.

Suddenly, the black air surrounding the ghost king exploded!

He opened his evil eyes, his lips were blood red, and his murderous aura was stronger than ever. He stared at the person in front of him, as if he was looking at the boundless void through this person.

Chang Ming stood opposite him with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, turning a blind eye.

The Ghost King said slowly: "King Kong Suppresses Ghosts!"

…

Xu Jingxian felt that maybe she shouldn't jump off.

Because the monk didn't come for her at all.

There is a valley under the clouds and mist.

Ordinary people will die if they fall off the cliff, but for monks, this is just a high distance.

As far as Xu Jingxian could see, there were five people who fell into the valley with her.

Including her, five people.

The monk who forced Xu Jingxian off the cliff was standing face to face with Yun Weisi, the two were speechless.

The two seem to be old acquaintances, and not ordinary old acquaintances.

They didn't have the surprise of old friends reuniting.

It doesn't look like an enemy.

"It's you."

The monk stared at Yun Weisi for a long time, as if he was afraid of admitting his mistake, his shocked expression lasted for a moment, and then he quickly regained his composure.

"I didn't expect that you actually came out of Jiuchongyuan. Yun Weisi, long time no see, are you all right?"

Yun Weisi remained silent.

The monk rolled his eyes and smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Thinking back in the past, Taoist Yun sacrificed his life for the sake of the common people in the world, and personally entered Jiuchongyuan to guard it. The poor monk admired such a state of mind. I thought that it would be difficult to see Taoist Yun in this life, but I still had regrets in my heart. Why did you say that?" Zun couldn't stand his loneliness, so he left Jiuchongyuan. Could it be that the thousand-magic land couldn't reach the world of mortals in the ten directions after all, making Yun Daozun feel nostalgic for it?"

The emphasis of his speech could not be more gentle, as if standing in front of him is an old lover whom he has not seen for many years, full of affection, and his voice is very nice, low but not deep, clear and rhyme, even a witch like Xu Jingxian, I couldn't help but blushed slightly.

"I'm fine, but you are sick." Yun Weisi said slowly, with no expression on her face, "Principal Sun, you feel so sorry for me, could it be that you had some shady thoughts in the past, and now you are so excited? Wisdom? It was useless for you to soak in Buddhism for many years, and you can't even understand the relationship. I'm afraid I will disappoint you, my heart has never been on you. "

Xu Jingxian opened her mouth slightly, suspecting that she had heard some shocking news about the inside story of Jianghu.

Looking at Yun Weisi again, it seems that he is just mocking.

There are very few people in the world who can be called the head of the hospital, and the head of the hospital surnamed Sun is even more so.

If she heard correctly, the head of the school surnamed Sun should be Sun Buku, the head of Qingyun Temple, and the world respects him as Zen master Buku.

It was a coincidence that they had just seen Ku He from Qingyun Temple in Luo Country, and met their bald donkey leader so soon.

Xu Jingxian remembered that this Chan Master Buku had worshiped under Jiufang Changming's school in the past. After Jiufang Changming left Buddhism, Sun Buku said that he betrayed Buddhism, and also announced to the world that the master and apprentice were cut off from each other, and he wanted to chase and kill his master. Swear not to give up.

In this way, Sun Buku and Yun Weisi can be regarded as brothers.

The two sects of Buddhism and Taoism already had some dislikes in each other's eyes. Now that the old teachers and brothers meet again, but they are in the two sects, can't they be extra jealous?

At this moment, Xu Jingxian only hated that the two met at an untimely time, and that she couldn't let herself sit on a small bench and shake a small fan to watch the play.