"Yu'er, Xiao Zhou, move aside and go find Master Wen. I will deal with these demons and come back soon."
"That's not up to you..." Bei Moying smiled slightly, still quite shyly.
The two of them had actually crossed paths before. It was Bei Moying who handed Qiao Yu over to Shan Hongxing unharmed outside the capital of Qianyan City. "Disciple must stay. We will not cause them any trouble."
"You demons pick and choose who to cause trouble for?"
Bei Moying shrugged. "I wasn't picky before, but I am now."
"What do you mean?" Shan Hongxing couldn't help but glance at the young man in the blue robe a few more times. This man knew sword techniques and could even break his sword techniques, but the cultivation methods of the demon race were all evil and heretical, completely different from the righteous path of swordsmanship. How could this young man...
"You understand?"
I know a little about it.
"You're too slow!" Bei Moling snorted irritably and called to the people below, "Let them go. They're useless here and just getting in the way. Let's fight our way out, and maybe we can even evade Wen Jinge."
Bei Moying shook his head helplessly and remained silent, continuing to fight with Shan Hongxing.
Seemingly realizing that the stalemate was not good, he finally spoke up: "If you think it's too slow, then go all out. You want to go crazy and seek thrills in front of Wen Jinge? I don't have the guts for that."
Seeing that the Holy Son did not object, the subordinates helped Lan Yezhou and Lu Feiyu walk out.
"Master..." Lan Yezhou gritted his teeth, seemingly wanting to rush forward, but was stopped by Shan Hongxing, "Take good care of your senior sister."
“Your disciple is quite interesting. He doesn’t seem like someone a mountain immortal could have taught.” Bei Moying brought up the matter again. This world values respect for teachers, and only Wen Jingge’s group of disciples dared to contradict their elders to their faces: “Such an outgoing personality is unlike your usual reserved nature.”
"You know me very well?"
“Of course.” Bei Moying snatched the drum bell from Bei Moling’s hand and handed her the sword. “You’re too weak. You still need to practice.”
"Tell me! If you hadn't run so fast, would I have needed to go through all this trouble to chase you?"
Shan Hongxing's eyes lit up, because he noticed that Bei Moling's entire demeanor changed when she picked up the sword.
Most sword cultivators wield righteous swords. Perhaps because she was a woman, the sword in her hand had a touch of gentleness. It seemed soft, but the killing intent it unleashed was something that ordinary people could not achieve.
There's no doubt that Bei Moling's hands are not clean, but to have mastered such swordsmanship, she must have killed quite a few people.
"What a pity," he sighed. "If you had been born into the righteous path, I would definitely have taken you as my disciple."
"Is that so?" Bei Moling's sword pierced forward, tearing through space with a terrifying whoosh. She wielded the sword with the aura of a bamboo staff. "But I don't need it."
All these factors combined left Shan Hongxing in awe.
Her sword intent seemed to have specific moves, but in reality, it was all random attacks, which made Shan Hongxing work especially hard to deal with it.
With Bei Moying still shaking his drum, Shan Hongxing's mind began to wander, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the one fighting him was Bei Moling or Wen Jingge.
"Better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early, don't you think?" Wen Jingge asked the Northern Demon Shadow in her mind. "Sometimes I find it strange, am I too fierce? The two who used to always cause trouble have actually started targeting others."
"It doesn't exist" ignored her; Wen Jingge must be trying to trick it into revealing information.
It finally managed to peek out, and it was caught so easily. It's not that stupid.
"Ahem." Bei Moying cleared his throat.
"I know I need to hurry!" Bei Moling shouted angrily. "If that deadbeat Wen Jinge comes, I'll be in big trouble. I know that better than you do."
"Cough cough."
"Stop coughing, if you're sick, go see a shaman!"
"Cough cough."
Are you crazy?!
"Cough cough."
"Little beauty, come here, call me 'you devil' again~" Wen Jingge had somehow gotten up there, and Bei Moling trembled as she looked at the hand on her waist.
"What...what do you want to do? I...I'll tell you, I'm...I'm terrifying."
"How about your sister helps you beat him up?"
Bei Moling glanced at Shan Hongxing, who was on high alert, and then at Wen Jinge, who was taking the opportunity to grope her. She subconsciously swallowed. "You, you're not a man in disguise, are you?"
Wen Jingge: ...
"I... I've read the novels about you and Bai Teng."
Wen Jingge: ...
"It seems like you two are having an affair."
Wen Jingge: ...
“Mountain, our Master Mountain is a thorn between you.”
Wen Jingge: ...
"I understand. You must have had your reasons for disguising yourself as a woman and getting close to Bai Teng! It's okay for you to use me to kill him now. I'm so touched by the friendship between you two."
Wen Jingge's face turned ashen. She was completely bewildered. What was going on?
Shan Hongxing stared at the sky speechlessly. Wen Jinge's arrival would make things much easier for him, but this reversal was just too outrageous!
His relationship with Wen Jingge and Bai Teng sounds complicated, but isn't it just a normal master-disciple bond?
Bei Moying choked on his own saliva, and the drumstick in his hand fell limp. Facing Wen Jinge's complicated gaze, he cleared his throat, "She said she suffered a few losses at your hands, and didn't understand you, so, so..."
"You only read my storybook?"
Bei Moying nodded. "I couldn't stop her; she loves to believe too."
Wen Jingge: ...
How the hell is she supposed to keep fighting like this?
As they fought, the two got very close. Could Bei Moling have mistaken her for a lesbian?
Wen Jingge deeply resisted the idea that her thoughts would become reality.
"I suddenly don't want to kill Shan Hongxing anymore. I'd rather kill the woman in front of me than Shan Hongxing. She's ruined my reputation."
Isn't this exactly what you wanted?
Wen Jingge: ...
I remember you were just trying to make fun of yourself.
Wen Jingge: ...
[And you've been trying hard, but the results haven't been good.]
Wen Jingge: ...
Why not just give up? It's so much better to have someone help you.
"..." Wen Jingge: "Is this a matter of whether or not to lie down? This is clearly a matter of principle."
Isn't your principle always that you have no principles at all?
"..." Wen Jingge was utterly speechless.
I still understand you, don't rush to deny it.
"..."
"Don't be angry! Don't be angry!" Bei Moying conjured tentacles and stood in front of Bei Moling. "She didn't mean to mentally corrupt you. By the way..."
He chuckled and said, "Are you trying to hide something by caring so much?"
"You! You just wait!"
Wen Jingge was out of control. Bei Moying knew he couldn't handle the consequences of her being so intoxicated, so he took the opportunity to push Bei Moling in front of him, while he pulled off the skull from Bei Moling's body and threw it into the air.
"Master Wen is at least half my master, and I have always studied diligently under his guidance."
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