On the other side.

Xiao Qingyang chased Nan Chengyi and walked through the lively night market in Haitang Town to the foot of the mountain.

The stars are several grains, and the mountains are silent.

The sound of water beside the stream is gurgling, and withered willow leaves fall on the dark stream surface, and are swirling quickly to the downstream.

Xiao Qingyang lifted a lamp and couldn't bear it anymore: "Nan Chengyi, stop!"

She walked around him and raised her head to question, "What kind of thought do you have to me? What's going on with Xiuxiu?"

Nan Chengyi was always silent.

"Are you a mute?" Xiao Qingyang was unhappy. "Xiuxiu died in southern Xinjiang a year ago. Abbot Huimin came here. You made a monk with him inexplicably... But I don't think you love Xiuxiu much. Can you give up your parents and grandmother for her? Can you give up your sisters for her?!"

Nan Chengyi lowered his eyes and his voice was low: "I have deep affection for her."

"The deepest love..." Xiao Qingyang laughed, "Nan Chengyi, dare you look straight in the eyes and say you have deepest love for Xiuxiu?"

Nan Chengyi slowly raised his eyes.

A little light shone on his young and handsome face.

His voice did not fluctuate at all: "The little monk has deep affection for Xiuxiu. In this life, I am willing to give up the world and convert to my Buddha. The princess has a good relationship with her, so stop pestering her from the golden branches and jade leaves."

Xiao Qingyang's eyes turned red in an instant.

She turned her face away, was silent for a long time, and suddenly threw the lantern into the stream like anger.

She is neither humble nor arrogant: "I have always been a straightforward person and hate being hesitant the most. Since you have given me a positive answer, I will not bother you from now on. I hope that in the future, you will not regret it."

She and Nan Chengyi passed by and walked towards the depths of the dark mountains.

The lights are annihilated in the water.

The eyebrows and eyes of the young monk gradually returned to darkness.

The stream was left far behind, and Xiao Qingyang walked deeper and deeper.

She stood under an ancient banyan tree and tiredly held the trunk.

She was willing to let go of her decisiveness, but she knew very well that she could not let go of Nan Chengyi...

Just when it was dark, fine snow fell from all over the fields.

There was a rustling sound not far away.

She looked at eighteen men in black carrying a big red warm sedan chair and were passing through the front.

Xiao Qingyang was stunned.

The unsolved case of the mountain god's marriage flashed through my mind. Are these people the murderers?

She suddenly held the sword and chased after her with lightness skills: "Stop!"

The man in black was stunned at the same time.

Obviously, they didn't expect that in the middle of the night, someone would hide in such a deep mountain forest where birds do not shit!

They looked at each other and decisively put down the sedan chair.

They used weapons and martial arts sticks.

This weapon...

Xiao Qingyang was slightly stunned.

The eyes scanned their faces, each wearing wide hoods, unable to see their appearance clearly.

The hand holding the sword exerted a little force.

The black soap boots twisted the land, and her fire-colored robe swayed in the cold wind.

Her eyes were firm: "Oh, the murderer who robbed the new bride over the years?"

The man in black just sneered.

The leader arrogantly turned around the martial arts stick: "Does the princess want to do the way for heaven? It's a pity that she is weak and might not be able to defeat us."

"Whether you can beat me depends on my own ability."

Xiao Qingyang stroked his fingers across the sword blade.

The sword blade borrowed a ray of soul towards the full moon and reflected on the girl's phoenix eyes. Her beautiful and heroic appearance was like a sword that had just opened its head.

The next moment—

The girl turned around!

The red robe flies!

The girl nimbled and moved among the eighteen men in black with her own strength, and her long sword cut open the snow. Her slender and tall body burst out with a terrifying force!

The man in black was a little confused.

Obviously, I didn’t expect that the Emperor Prince, who was in a rich and frugal manner, was so good!

Seeing three or four people getting injured one after another, one of them shouted: "Set up the formation!"

The Eighteen Vajra Arhat Formation quickly took shape in the woods.

Xiao Qingyang took two steps back.

The storm waves flashed through her pupils, and she couldn't believe it: "You guys are indeed-"

"Since the princess knows the details of what we are waiting for, I will not let you leave alive tonight."

The man in black smiled grimly.

The eighteen Arhats formed a formation, and the formations changed in a variety of ways, like a spreading net of heaven and earth.

Xiao Qingyang was injured on the back and wanted to retreat, but Wusheng stick attacked her from all directions!

The girl turned over.

She looked back in the air, and the martial arts sticks below formed an inextricable net, waiting for her to kill her and silence her after falling!

A critical moment!

Someone came in the air.

The crow green monk's robe and the fiery red silk robe were entangled. Nan Chengyi hugged the girl's slender waist and took her to the ground steadily.

The two stood side by side.

The martial arts stick and the long sword pointed at the eighteen men in black at the same time.

Xiao Qingyang's eyes turned red: "What are you here to do?"

Nan Chengyi pursed her thin lips, and never said anything about her concern.

After a while, he said, "Get a fight quickly."

Xiao Qingyang snorted coldly.

The two of them fought with the Eighteen Arhats.

Nan Chengyi is the most amazing and stunning junior among the Nan family.

I can never forget it. During the years of studying abroad, I not only learned Sanskrit and languages, but also had a deep understanding of the kung fu of various sects. After becoming a monk for just one year, I knew the kung fu and formations of Buddhist monks.

In addition, eighteen men in black were already injured by Xiao Qingyang first, so he easily broke the formation with a martial arts stick.

The martial arts stick ruthlessly hit the man in black on the cover of the heavenly spirit.

Behind him, Xiao Qingyang's sword blade was covered with blood and stood alone.

The woods were filled with a strong smell of blood, and the strong wind blew the fallen leaves, dyeing all the scenery into a solemn tone.

However, in just a quarter of an hour, the eighteen men in black were either dead or injured.

Xiao Qingyang and Nan Chengyi were against each other.

The wind stopped and the sword stopped, and the surroundings returned to silence.

The girl gasped gently.

The temperature from her back made her feel like she was still on the way to study.

She slowly raised her head.

The stars retreated, and the night sky was covered with dark clouds.

The snow fell gently on her cheeks, melting into crystal water stains, which contrasted with the blood spots.

She silenced: "Is it better to love me?"

Nan Chengyi threw away the Wusheng stick and put his palms together silently.

Xiao Qingyang turned to him.

She looked up at Nan Chengyi for a while, then suddenly dropped the sword and untied the thin leather belt calmly.

The fiery red robe was thrown to the ground.

The snow-white jacket and middle clothes were removed one by one...

The girl pulled out the red bean and golden hairpin with her hair tied.

The black hair scattered like a waterfall, outlining a beautiful arc.

Under the sky, the deep mountains are silent and the snow shadows are swaying.

The girl took off the cold and arrogant attitude of the Emperor's sister, with white skin and long crow-green hair swaying in the thin snow, like a demonic charm in the forest.

She tiptoed and kissed the famous monk's thin lips.

Turning deep...
Chapter completed!