"Is the female donor named Mu Wanqing?"

The little monk's tone contained a certain meaning of capturing the secrets of heaven.

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a while, and was confused for a moment, but she really didn't know how to answer, so she didn't know where to start.

It is said that when he unveiled his veil and saw his true face, he should kill him immediately, but after seeing his true face, he actually revealed his name in one sentence, and the mystery is hard to understand.

Could it be that he really understands the way to do things?

In addition, his behavior of lifting his veil just now was also very problematic. He clearly looked like a stupid monk who knew nothing about martial arts and only knew nonsense. Why didn't he avoid those two fingers when he clamped them?

Is he hiding it or is he careless?

Mu Wanqing's thoughts were heard and soon had an idea: "First ask for his identity and origin, then shoot him to death. Anyway, I won't marry a stupid monk like him."

Having a firm mind, he looked up at Jialiyu and asked, "How do you know my name?"

"Get from each other."

"You are lying! My name is not written on my face. How can you tell a person's name from her face? It is clearly you are lying, saying, who are you being instructed by whom, and what are you going to do to me?"

"..." Jialiyu asked back with a confused look on his face, "If the female donor hadn't gone back, if the female donor hadn't stopped asking, I wouldn't even have time to say something to the female donor, why did the female donor mainly say what I would do to you?"

Mu Wanqing pulled out a sharp dagger from her waist and pointed at Jialiyu and said, "If you don't come by the truth, I will cut your tongue immediately, girl."

"Didn't the girl say that you're going to kill me after seeing your true face? Why do you have to cut your tongue so much?"

Mu Wanqing was stunned by the question and said, "Of course, I will cut my tongue first, let you suffer, and then kill you with one sword."

Jialiyu said: "Since that's the case, I will never answer anything the female donor asked me. Amitabha, how good it is."

Jia Liyu really shut her mouth, lowered her eyebrows and stopped talking.

Mu Wanqing said angrily: "Since you are determined to die, I will fulfill you."

Zheng~Mu Wanqing pulled out the long sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Jialiyu's chest, reminding him: "I want to kill you."

Jia Liyu's eyes closed slightly, and she muttered something in her mouth, but she couldn't ignore it, and was not afraid of the long sword.

"You might as well open your eyes and see. I really have a sharp sword in my hand. As long as I send it forward gently, you will be killed immediately. Are you afraid?"

Jialiyu is now in a state of fearlessness, reciting scriptures and forgetting her and forgetting herself.

Mu Wanqing cursed in her heart: "What a hopeless stupid monk. As long as you say you are afraid, and then kneel down to me and beg for mercy, I will probably spare you. Anyway, you are a monk and cannot marry. Although you have seen my true face, as long as I intentionally spare your life, it is not considered a violation of the oath. When the master asked, I have something to say. Your stupid appearance now makes everyone's situation very difficult."

Mu Wanqing thought about it, and couldn't help but feel angry again, and waved the whip to Jialiyu's face.

Bang!

The whip fell into nothing again, making a crisp sound of whipping the air.

Mu Wanqing finally saw some signs and waved another whip. Jia Liyu retreated backwards without being fast or slow, just enough to avoid it.

"So it's hidden." Mu Wanqing's expression turned cold and asked, "Are you sent by the bitch named Dao or the bitch named Wang?"

"Hmph, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb with me, I'll stab you with a sword!" As he said that, he swept his sword forward and stabbed Jia Liyu in the chest. This time, he didn't dodge!

"You..." Mu Wanqing hurriedly put away his sword and scolded: "Why don't you hide?"

Jialiyu then opened her eyes and said, "Your opponent is chasing you again."

Mu Wanqing stared at Jia Liyu for a while, and her eyes changed. When she heard Black Rose screaming in a hurry, she turned around and saw two riders flying towards her. They were her two opponents.

For some reason, when I saw the enemy attack, I felt relieved and said to Jialiyu: "Miss today has something to do, so I will save your life for the time being. Let's follow me."

Mu Wanqing said as she reached out to bring Jialiyu and threw him on the back.

"Where is the main thing that Nu Shi takes me?"

"Go to a safe place and kill you." In fact, Mu Wanqing was worried that he would be injured by the sword and that a person would be in danger. Although she killed someone without blinking, for some reason, when facing the little monk in front of her, a sense of tranquility and peace arose in her heart.

Since chanting scriptures in Shaolin Temple, Jia Liyu has been practicing for nearly eight years. He has been chanting scriptures and meditation for three years, comprehending Buddhist principles, and has been rolling in the world for five years, observing and practicing a quiet and transparent temperament, which makes people forget the three poisons when they see them.

Jia Liyu sat on the horse and felt interesting in her heart. Mu Wanqing looked arrogant and unreasonable, but carefully considered, it was just the education she received since childhood that affected her personality, and her long-term lack of security made her intentionally protect herself in this extreme and sharp way.

This may be the general mentality of most women. Before anyone protects them, they create their own protective films in various ways.

In essence, Mu Wanqing is still a scheming woman. Although she is mostly direct in doing things, she still retains the woman's natural implicitness when facing certain things.

Mu Wanqing sat behind Jia Liyu, slapped his horse and rushed, and the pursuers came closer in a blink of an eye.

"Little bitch, get off the horse and get tied up quickly. If I catch you, you will suffer."

A slightly old voice came from behind.

Jialiyu thought to herself: "No wonder Mu Wanqing always wants to give people a hardship. It turns out that someone always wants to give her a hardship. That's right, her mother's master has definitely made her suffer a lot in order to train her to be a killer since she was a child."

"Who is chasing you? Why do they pursue you relentlessly?" Jialiyu asked.

"What does it have to do with you!"

"If you don't take the little monk away from the female donor, this matter will naturally have nothing to do with the little monk. But now they see that the little monk is with the female donor, they will naturally have to do with the little monk."

"You are so afraid of death, why dare you to lift me up?"

"You are exposed to your veil for the purpose of saving you. Now that you are being hunted down by them, there is no meaning. How can you compare with each other?"

"What are you? I need you to be able to achieve it?"

Jia Liyu stopped talking because there was a cliff ahead and they had no way to escape.

Mu Wanqing raised her eyes to observe the distance of the cliff and said ruthlessly: "Black rose jumped over!"

The dark horse was also loyal. Suddenly, he accelerated his pace and jumped as soon as he said that. Jialiyu's body tilted to the side, and the man had already flashed down from the horse's back, and he reached out to pull the reins and stopped behind him.

"Do you want Black Rose to be buried on a cliff?"

Black Rose slid two or three feet with Jialiyu before barely stopping. After stopping, he raised his head and screamed.

Mu Wanqing looked at the cliff and turned over and dismounted. At this time, the two old wives holding crutches had already chased them.

"Why don't you escape? Didn't you escape very quickly?" One of the old wives asked sarcastically.

Jialiyu looked at the old woman and said, "The female donor is not young anymore, why is he so angry?"

"Where are you a wild child? Oh, I understand, you are the little bitch's lover. You lifted her veil, she didn't kill you, so she could only marry you. Haha, interesting, the little bitch was actually lifted by such a fool..."

Disrespect for old age is a terrible thing, because their bottom line is usually lower than people's imagination.

Jialiyu shook her head and said regretfully: "The two female donors are so old, they are not at home to pay for their blessings. They come out to show up in public and fight and kill, what kind of discipline is it?"

This sentence is quite heavy. When the two old wives heard this, they were furious. When they jumped off the horse's back, they slammed Jia Liyu with a strong wind, which was to kill Jia Liyu. Compared to Mu Wanqing, this old wives were so vicious.

Mu Wanqing was completely unable to figure out Jia Liyu's strength now, but she was very clear about the old woman's strength. Seeing the old woman's turn at Jia Liyu, she subconsciously wanted to strike out a sword to resist, but before her sword arrived, Jia Liyu's hand had already grabbed the crutch.

"Amitabha." Jialiyu pulled the crutch backwards, and the old woman almost took off her hand, snorted, and strengthened her hand.

"Let's go." Jialiyu said lightly, but his voice was very clear, and his tone seemed to be trying to persuade someone.

The old woman could no longer resist the force of breaking free from the crutch with one hand, so she had to hold the crutch with both hands and pull it hard.

At this time, another old woman saw that the momentum was not good, she immediately waved her stick to help. Jialiyu's empty hand gently turned her wrist, picked up her fingers, and accumulated strength. She raised her hand and bounced out three fingers. The old woman knew it was powerful and hurriedly dodged sideways, but in the end she only dodged two fingers, and hit one finger on her left arm, and she immediately lost all her strength.

Jia Liyu no longer cared about her and turned her left hand upward. Luckily, Bei Ming's true energy was suddenly felt his internal strength pouring outward. He was extremely shocked. He didn't care about the crutches and wanted to quit, but he was one step too late.

"Come and help me." She screamed at her companion. The old woman with an arm injured saw that something was wrong and rushed to help. As soon as she held the crutch in her right hand, she realized something was wrong, but it was too late to withdraw.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

"It looks like Beiming, Beiming Divine Art..."

"ah!"

The two of them have been in Mantuo Villa for many years, so they naturally heard of the famous name of the Beiming Divine Art. At this time, they encountered it and knew that it was no longer a blessing.

Jia Liyu used the Beiming magic skill to fight against the enemy for the first time, and he couldn't help but be amazed at the magic of this skill. He took the internal strength of others and belonged to him, which was somewhat unreasonable.

After absorbing it for a while, I saw that the two old wives were already a little unsteady, and slowly retracted the Beiming true qi, integrated the new internal force, turned it into Beiming true qi, and stored the dantian Qi sea.

"After the two female donors go back this time, they should plant flowers and cultivate their nature well, and do not have to go out to kill and set fire. This is good, good."

Jialiyu stood up with a single palm and taught earnestly that the two old wives dared not refute half of the words. If it weren't for his mercy, the last three-point internal strength would no longer exist.

Jia Liyu turned around and looked at Mu Wanqing and said, "If there is nothing else in the female donor, we will have a date later."

Mu Wanqing dared not force himself to stay with him at this time. His skill is probably still above the master.

Jia Liyu turned around and walked away. Mu Wanqing was stunned for a while. Suddenly, she thought of something, led the black rose to catch up with Jia Liyu and said, "You can't leave."

"What else does the female donor have?"

"You, you saw my true face..."

"The little monk forgot that, just now, the little monk saved Black Rose's life, and the female donor happened to spare the little monk's life. This is what the female donor thought about?"

Mu Wanqing said: "I couldn't kill you either."

"Why did the female donor follow the little monk?"

“…”

After leaving silent for a moment, Mu Wanqing said, "You want to marry me."

Jia Liyu was not surprised and said, "The little monk is a monk and cannot marry a wife."
To be continued...