If you want to ask the master father what he hates most, he is a righteous person full of hypocrisy. Because of them, his wife died tragically, and Miao Jiang almost suffered annihilation. That battle made him fully realize a truth. They say they are right, then your opinion is no longer important, as long as you threaten them, then they will destroy you.

On the face of it, all the words are strict, but in fact, no one is more hypocritical than the so-called righteous people.

Therefore, Xuan Ji was very unpleasant to the master father. He snorted and asked Qinghuan, "What do you do to bring this person back, don't dirty your place."

Qing Huan took his arm and smiled and said, "Should you not know the father? Master Xuanji is said to be the darling of the Buddha, not only a natural martial arts wizard, but also invincible! My daughter thinks he should be useful, so she Leave him here! And I also know that with regard to Sister Haitang, doesn't the master father want to avenge Sister Haitang?"

Begonia. Thinking of that loyal girl, the teacher's father's eyes became even colder. He naturally spoiled Qinghuan, but he was extremely disgusted with Xuanji. He shot like electricity and sealed several acupoints in Xuanji, and then said to Qinghuan: " If you like to stay, stay, just be careful. His internal strength is unfathomable and I don’t know when he can break through the shackles. But this monk is a pedantic person and doesn’t kill. If you want to control him, start early."

Qing Huan nodded obediently, and the teacher's father walked away with her again, and told her that he would start practicing in retreat for a month. If anything happened during this month, he would go to Poppy. The teacher would listen to her. Qing Huan still nodded, and with a smile on his face, he watched the master father leave before returning to the big tree.

Although the internal force was sealed, the Xuanji at this moment still looked like a sorrowful and compassionate monk. He sat under the tree, folded his hands together, solemnly, the linen cloth was not insignificant when he wore it. Hearing the sound of footsteps at this moment, he opened his black eyes. "The little benefactor is going to kill the poor monk?"

"Kill you? Of course not." Qing Huan laughed. "You are Sister Haitang’s favorite man. She must be reluctant to let me kill you. However, I am the only one in this valley. From today onwards, you will be responsible for cooking for me, washing my clothes, and doing it by the way. My guinea pig."

Maybe Xuan Ji had never seen such a rascal girl before. At the moment, Jun Lang's face showed a touch of astonishment. He thought he was going to go to hell, but now this...

"I really want to know what Sister Haitang likes you." Qing Huan leaned closer to see him, Xuan Ji was born very beautiful, but the compassion and grace of his whole body made his appearance second, but this way The person of the person seems too far away, because the Buddha loves the world, and you can never love only one.

The cold and cold demon girl always seems to fall in love with the kind and compassionate monk. Since ancient times, righteous and evil are not at odds with each other, why are people always stuck in the mud? "If I have been with you for a long time, would I like you too?"

She asked this with pure curiosity, and Xuan Ji could hear it. The little girl did not understand the relationship between men and women, so he did not panic, but sighed: "The poor monk missed and killed the begonia benefactor. How can I bother with you if I feel guilty."

"Humph." Qing Huan snorted, straightened up and looked at Xuan Ji who was meditating condescendingly. "When you say that some of them didn't do anything, you killed her after all. I am not familiar with her, and I don't want to avenge her, but from today onwards, you are my person. Don't even think about going out of the Tianshan Mountains in this life. ."

After finishing speaking, he shook his hand and left arbitrarily.

Xuan Ji listened to her childish voice and watched her petite back disappear into the bamboo building, feeling lost for a moment. After a while, a crisp and sweet song came from the bamboo building. The lyrics were twists and turns. Xuanji couldn't understand it, but the melody was very nice. Under the leisurely moonlight, the valley was filled with mist, and it seemed to be a paradise on earth. He meditated quietly and spit out, the singing voice has been reverberating in his ears, slowly turning into distant feelings, bit by bit, seeping into his chest.

Early the next morning, Xuan Ji woke up after a while. Now his internal martial arts are sealed, no different from ordinary people, even the sky is hard to perceive. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Qinghuan squatting in front of him with a small face, holding a root grass in the other hand, poking his nostrils.

Xuan Ji later gave in. This strange and strange girl had a peculiar attraction. In front of her, his old well-like heart was slightly panicked.

"Hey, you should be responsible for cooking the food for me, but when you look at it, I have been up, but you are still asleep?" Qinghuan asked him in an incredulous tone, "I both I'm starving to death!"

The first few words are domineering and put on the air of Missy. The last sentence is about to die of starvation but it is a faint grievance, especially her face is delicate and innocent, so cute to the extreme. Even a monk like Xuan Ji couldn't bear to disappoint her.

"What do you want to eat?"

Qing Huan considered it for a while and said, "I don't know what's going on, you can figure it out." As soon as he waved his hand, the chains on Xuan Ji's limbs broke. Xuan Ji doesn't have any martial arts right now, she is afraid of what he will do.

So Xuan Ji got up. He was an eminent monk who had practiced since childhood, and he could persist in sitting meditation motionlessly for several years, so even though he sat under the tree all night, he did not see the slightest fatigue. Even without internal martial arts, since childhood, the boy's skill is unstoppable. Just looking at his figure and pace, you know that this must be an extremely hard monk.

So why should the female ghost Haitang pull him from the sky? Since he wants to become a Buddha, it will be enough to perfect him, so why be so persistent.

But people only know how to let go after hitting their heads and bleeding.

Breakfast is a very simple millet porridge and a few side dishes, which are vegetarian, so there is not even green onion, **** and garlic in the dishes. Qinghuan suddenly felt that she had moved a rock and hit her in the foot. She actually asked a monk to cook for herself. eat? Can't eat meat! Right now, her little face turned green, and then she gritted her teeth again. Forget it, the appetite for a while is enough to enjoy, and there is nothing wrong with being a vegetarian.

Although she only has a hobby of eating, she is not uncontrollable. Humans can't control their desires, she can.

After breakfast and Qinghuan, he asked Xuanji to wash his clothes. Xuanji also took care of his own clothes, food, shelter and transportation on a daily basis, and never used others. Washing clothes was not a difficult task for him. It's just... he looked at the small bellyband embroidered with delicate flowers in the tub, his handsome face panicked.

Asking him to wash something as private as a girl's bellyband...

Seeing him blushing, Qing Huan kicked him immediately: "Hey! What are you rubbing against? Hurry up and wash it... Forget it, help me tie up my hair before washing." After that, he put the comb in. In the hands of Xuanji.

Xuan Ji has never been so intimate with the opposite **** in her lifetime. At the beginning, Haitang wanted him to subdue in every way. I don't know how many tricks she thought of. She even jumped off the cliff to attract his attention and asked him to save him just to get close to him. But even so, Xuan Ji has always maintained a defense between men and women, but this little girl...

He stood stiffly, holding a horn comb in his hand.

After waiting for a while, no one moved, Qing Huan became impatient: "Monk, if you don't hurry up, I'm going out of the valley to kill someone."

She is more beautiful than Haitang, cuter than Haitang, and more bloodthirsty than Haitang. The lethality is too strong, Xuan Ji does not doubt what she said in her mouth, and now he already knows who she is, peeping at the daughter of the **** of the heavenly religion, the saint of Miaojiang, if she wants to kill Qian overnight What is a million people?

Untied her long braids, Xuan Ji was extremely restrained, and gently combed Qing Huan's long hair. However, he hadn't combed anyone's hair before, and he had no hair to comb, so the final craftsmanship was very clumsy. When Qing Huan ran to the bronze mirror to take a photo, Xuan Ji closed her eyes.

Although he is a monk, he also has an aesthetic sense, such a pretty little girl, what kind of spooky hairstyle he combed.

Fortunately, Qinghuan didn't dislike him, and snorted him to wash clothes.

Xuan Ji held the tub to the side of the creek, and started washing without complaint. He always treated Qing Huan as a little girl. She was too clean and painful. When faced with Qing Huan, Xuan Ji couldn't say anything to refuse.

Maybe everyone in this world will meet someone who makes you willing and helpless. When that person appears, even if you have seen thousands of sails and your heart is like dead water, it will ripple for her again.

Because she is different from other people, she is so unique, which makes you heart-warming.

When Xuan Ji was washing clothes, Qing Huan was lying on the window of the bamboo building and watching. The stream was flowing out of the lake, just not far away. She supported her chin and looked at Xuan Ji while holding her belly at a loss. He smiled for a long while and leaned forward and closed together: "Idiot."

In this way, the two of them worked together for half a month. Apart from three meals a day, Qing Huan basically stayed in the bamboo building without knowing what to do. She didn't feel embarrassed about Xuan Ji. The great thing was that she used him as a small servant, cooking rice, asking him to pour tea, asking him to wash clothes, and even taking clothes when he took a bath. Poor Xuanji generation of high monks have been tortured and lost their feelings. Now he can close his eyes and walk from the kitchen to the bamboo building to take the Qinghuan clothes and then send them to the lake. .

It was also practiced.

He meditated on the rocks by the lake with his back to Qing Huan night and night, only to go on day by day, but he became more and more agitated. The sound of water gurgling behind her and the laughter were light. She didn't even take the initiative to approach him. She had been close to him, but it made him feel so passionate about business.

Fear, this is the biggest catastrophe of his life.

Haitang has seduce enchanting and charming in every way, but Qinghuan is like a naive child, just getting along with him makes his heart beat like thunder.

Another night, Qinghuan jumped into the lake to take a bath as usual. Her long soft hair was rendered like seaweed in the water. Xuan Ji still meditated with her back to her. Today, she became more upset and read the scriptures several times. , But it didn't make him calm down.

He didn't react until he calmed down a little bit, as if Qing Huan hadn't moved for a long time.