Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Sister, although I am a monk, I cannot sacrifice myself to serve an eagle."

Gong Qingyun paused, looked at Zhao Wufang, then at Fang Shaohua, and hummed: "Look at me coming, Junior Brother Fang has obviously stopped and is leaving!"

Li Muchan shook his head: "Master Fang wants to kill me. There is no chance this time, but you can always find a chance."

"Sophistry!" Gong Qingyun snorted, knowing in her heart that what he said was right, and she knew best who Fang Shaohua was.

She Yingying walked to the tree, stretched out her green-white index finger and middle finger, clamped the handle of the knife and gently lifted it, taking a look at it twice. It was indeed an ordinary flying knife.

She tossed it casually, and Li Muchan took it, put it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Remember, keep it secret!"

Gong Qingyun came to him slowly and stared at him condescendingly, her eyes sharp.

After looking at him for a long time and seeing that his expression remained unchanged, Gong Qingyun rolled her eyes at him: "Humph, you are in big trouble!"

Then he pointed at the corpses of the two men and said: "If you are from the same clan and fight against each other, according to the rules of the palace, you will have to abolish your martial arts and be expelled from the palace!"

Li Muchan frowned: "Can't you be accommodating?"

Gong Qingyun shook her head, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she said charmingly: "The eldest lady knows rewards and punishments clearly and will not commit suicide for selfish reasons. It doesn't matter that you are Deputy Deacon Li's younger brother!"

Li Muchan spread his hands and said: "The law is nothing more than human kindness. I am trying to protect myself. I can't wait to die, right?"

"Well..." Gong Qingyun frowned and muttered: "It all depends on the eldest lady. I guess she won't be able to escape punishment... Fang Shaohua is the head of Kaiyang Academy!"

She frowned and said nothing, pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and said: "There is a way!"

"Tell me about it." Li Muchan smiled.

Seeing his relaxed expression and his careless look, Gong Qingyun was a little annoyed and hummed: "You still have the heart to laugh! ... Just pretend you don't know anything!"

Li Muchan's mind changed and he laughed.

Yes, in this wilderness, there are no other people. As long as the two of them don't talk, the dead can't talk. Who knows who killed him?

"Why are you laughing?" Gong Qingyun snorted.

Li Muchan looked at her delicate oval face and black and white eyes with a smile, and asked with a smile: "Sister, why are you helping me like this?"

"... Let's repay the favor!" Gong Qingyun turned her head and her face turned red.

"Haha..., okay, then we are even!" Li Muchan chuckled.

Gong Qingyun ignored him, turned and walked away, took out Fang Shaohua's sword, dug a hole next to the tree, buried the two of them, put up a sign, and used the sword to carve words on the sign.

Li Muchan sat cross-legged without moving, lazily watching her work, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, have you killed someone before?"

"...No!" Gong Qingyun paused, shook her head, and said coldly: "You are a monk, but you kill people without blinking an eye. You are so cruel!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior sister is really brave. Most people will be frightened when they see the corpse."

Gong Qingyun said coldly: "I'm not afraid when I'm alive, so what's the point of being afraid of death?"

Li Muchan laughed and said: "Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"How wonderful!" Gong Qingyun scolded coldly: "You are a monk, you can't chant sutras to save them?"

"...That's fine." Li Muchan nodded.

He suppressed his laughter, stood up slowly, came to the wooden sign, put his hands together in tithe, and looked solemn.

He began to stir the beads with his left hand, put his right hand together, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured to himself.

Gong Qingyun watched from the side. His chanting sound was soft at first, almost inaudible, and then gradually became louder, as clear as beads, and every word could be heard.

Later, the sound was like a big brass bell, as powerful as layers of clouds, filling the space between heaven and earth.

Gong Qingyun felt that his figure was slowly getting taller and bigger, and he was as sacred as a Buddha, as if his whole body was shining with light. He couldn't look directly at him, and couldn't help but want to kneel down on the ground and worship him.
Chapter completed!