Di Yange touched his black, silky hair.
He said angrily: "You wish. Even if you beat me to death, I will not join the Buddhist sect."
"It's just three thousand strands of worry, why be so obsessed with it."
Wu Yun's eyes moved slightly. Seeing Di Yange constantly touching his hair, he knew that she would not go with him until she got rid of her worries.
"In that case, let me go for you."
"What?"
Di Yange suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the reason for the fight.
One day, she actually fought for her hair.
Wu Yun was indeed ruthless in his attacks. Every time he attacked, he would take away the hair of someone present.
Looking at those bald disciples of the Sword Controlling Sect and their heart-wrenching cries of grief, you can tell that once the hair is taken away, it can no longer grow back with spiritual power.
"hiss."
It's really vicious.
Di Yange didn't dare to relax for a moment.
She can bleed and her head can be cut off, but her hair cannot be touched.
So she also had an unprecedented understanding.
However, a swish sound was heard.
Di Yange was careless and had a clump of hair cut off.
Her biggest regret in her previous life was that all her hair fell out at the last moment of her life.
Therefore, what she cherished most was her thick black hair.
Di Yange looked at the tuft of hair that had been shaved to the ground with heartache.
"You baldy, I already said I don't want to be a monk, why are you touching my hair?"
"You must become my disciple. It's the only way."
Wu Yun didn't want to force others.
But he just felt that someone like Di Yange, who had no trace of evil spirit, was young and powerful, was the most suitable person for their hard work.
They are a lineage that practices hard, and it is difficult to find disciples, so they need people like Di Yange who are willing to endure hardships.
She is so powerful despite being so young, which shows that she has suffered a lot.
"You're dreaming. Since you're so shameless, I won't hold back any more."
Emperor Yange immediately released a bunch of mechanical beasts.
Let the mechanical beasts charge into battle, while she ran away.
There was no way. The other party's strength was comparable to hers, but because of his hard training, he was stronger than ordinary cultivators.
She had studied it and although she had some chance of killing him if she fought him to death, firstly, he looked like a good person, although he was rather stubborn, so she would not do that.
Secondly, here comes the key point. If a fight breaks out, she is afraid that she will not be able to save her hair.
As Di Yange ran, the opponent caught up with him.
"Donor, please stay."
However, Di Yange had already disappeared.
After this incident, the news that the Holy Son of Buddhism was vying to accept Di Yange as his disciple spread like wildfire.
The people from the Demon Cult, the Xianlai Sect, and those who were worried about Di Yange, all went about their own business with peace of mind.
After all, the Holy Son of Buddhism is a recognized person who is stubborn and sticks to his own principles. If he says he wants to accept disciples, then he means it and he will never do anything else.
So the two of them began their daily life of chasing each other.
During this period, Di Yange secretly eliminated four other people from the sect who did evil things.
When dealing with the last sect, she was caught up by Wu Yun again.
"Donor, although you are dealing with evil people, your karma still needs to be cleared. I can help you."
"You damn bald donkey, you're really stubborn. I've already told you I won't join the Buddhist sect, so just give up on that idea."
Di Yange touched the place where two tufts of hair were cut off.
Fortunately, it's not too obvious.
"Bald donkey... No, Holy Son, why are you always chasing me instead of investigating the truth behind the massacre? Could it be that you've fallen in love with me? I'm telling you, I don't like bald donkeys. If you grow some more hair, I might consider it."
"Don't make such a joke, benefactor."
There was finally a slight fluctuation in Wu Yun's slightly restrained eyes, and it was obvious that he was angry with Di Yange.
Di Yange's level of anger was so overwhelming that even the usually calm Son of Buddhism could not bear it.
"I'm telling you. I was the one who massacred the city. If you have the guts, chop off my head, but could you please stop staring at my hair?
"I think you're just a coward. By the way, don't you have a man's thing?"
"Donor, you are talking nonsense."
Wu Yun, as the holy son of Buddhism, was born with immortal bones and veins. Since joining Buddhism, he has been very successful. In just thirty years, he has achieved this.
In the past, he practiced hard every day, and the only people he met were disciples who were more serious than serious people. There were also disciples from another faction who flattered him. Apart from that, there was nothing else. It could be said that he was purer than a piece of paper.
He had never seen such an arrogant person.
After all, he was still young and couldn't bear it at first.
"Don't talk nonsense, I have already achieved purity of mind."
"So you have no roots, I understand."
Di Yange deliberately wanted to provoke him. It would be better for him to chop off her head directly instead of staring at her hair.
However, even though the other party was so stimulated by her words, he still only stared at her hair.
"When I accept you as my disciple, I will definitely discipline you for your words and deeds."
There was another swish sound, and Di Yange looked at the tuft of hair that was cut off again, and she finally exploded.
"If you dare to accept me as your disciple, believe it or not, I will play with your sect's disciples every day. I will play with one every day, even you, and make your Buddhist sect discredited and ashamed of me."
Di Yange was really furious.
Why is this person so stubborn?
"Oh. Once you join the Buddhist sect, you can give it a try."
It was obvious that Wu Yun was also a little angry.
After all, the other party can say whatever they want about him, but they cannot say anything bad about the sect.
"I'm truly impressed by you. The massacre in the city was done by the Thousand Demons Cult. Go find them right away."
"Where is the Thousand Demon Sect?"
"In..." Seeing that Wu Yun had finally shown interest in the Thousand Demon Sect, Di Yange added, "Unless you stop chasing me and cutting my hair."
"Can."
Wu Yun said seriously.
Di Yange immediately handed him the map of the Thousand Demon Sect's address.
Wu Yun took the map, looked at it for a while, and then said to Di Yange, "Come with me."
This ancient land is most suitable for people like him who practice hard to display their strength.
Then it would be a good opportunity for Di Yange to see how powerful he is and make her become his disciple obediently.
After all, along the way, Di Yange demonstrated amazing talent and hard-working resilience.
Such talents must join their lineage of hard practice.
"That's fine."
Di Yange, who had been chased for several days, was also very angry. She was determined to die together with those people.
So the two people, each with their own goals, hit it off immediately.
Together they set out on the road to the ancient land.
The people outside the light curtain took a look at the legendary stubborn but righteous son of Buddhism in the light curtain, and then looked at the god of war with a murderous look.
Apart from the same face, there is absolutely no similarity.
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