The two walked out of Yunzhou together, preparing to say goodbye at the intersection of Yunzhou and Cenzhou.
Surrounded by green mountains and clear water, the mountain range stretched endlessly. Two streaks of light streaked across the horizon, arriving at a riverbank. Luo Jianqing had already removed his silver mask, his incredibly handsome face ablaze with smiles. He bowed and said, "Today, I will bid farewell to you, my friend."
The Buddhist disciple fiddled with his Buddhist beads and said with a smile, "Meeting Daoist Fellow Luo is like a dream in my life. I will never forget it."
Luo Jianqing said with a strange expression: "Buddha, what you said... is a bit strange."
The Buddhist disciple pretended to be surprised and asked, "Could it be that Fellow Daoist Luo has misunderstood something?"
The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed.
Luo Jianqing said: "Then let's say goodbye!"
The Buddhist disciple said, "Okay!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them were about to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, at that moment, they heard the sound of bells suddenly ringing out from the sky. The sound was tinkling, crisp and moving, flowing into a beautiful melody.
Luo Jianqing immediately turned around, and the Buddhist disciple did not leave. The two walked together, and soon they saw a pretty woman in black. As soon as she saw Luo Jianqing, she said, "It's you! It's you who took my broken sword!"
Luo Jianqing looked at her coldly and asked, "I don't understand what you are saying, Your Excellency."
Yunxiang's beautiful face showed an angry look. She said, "You don't admit it? My tracking bell has already found you."
Luo Jianqing said: "That's nonsense."
Yunxiang was about to say something else when she suddenly spotted the Buddhist disciple standing next to Luo Jianqing. Her eyes widened in sudden realization, "So you two are in cahoots! First, you, a monk, stole my soul-calling banner, forcing me to participate in an auction to buy a birthday gift for my master. And now, your friend has taken my broken sword, leaving me unable to find a suitable birthday gift! You did this on purpose!"
As soon as the words fell, Yunxiang flew directly over and stretched out one claw towards Luo Jianqing's chest.
Luo Jianqing frowned and dodged, and Yunxiang took the opportunity to attack the Buddhist disciple again.
The Buddhist disciple had never imagined that Yunxiang was using a cover to attack Luo Jianqing. The attack on him was fake. For a moment, the Buddhist disciple didn't try to avoid the attack. He subconsciously grabbed Yunxiang's hand, and Yunxiang stumbled and suddenly fell into his arms.
In an instant, the faint scent of sandalwood entered Yunxiang's nose, making her dazed for a moment.
The Buddhist disciple held Yunxiang with one hand, and it was difficult to push her away, so he could only helplessly say: "Donor, can you please stand up?"
Yunxiang's face flushed suddenly, and she quickly pushed the Buddhist away, stammering, "You...you Guiyuan Sect monks, how come you don't act like monks at all? You...you flirted with me, you broke the taboo of lust!"
The Buddhist disciple was surprised and said, "Donor, I don't understand what you mean. It was you who threw yourself into my arms. What does this have to do with me?"
Yunxiang's face flushed crimson, nearly bleeding. She glared at the Buddhist disciple in anger, intending to strike, but ultimately unable to do so. She turned to Luo Jianqing and swung her claws at him, "I'm going to kill you first, to appease the hatred I feel for that stinky monk's disrespect to me!"
Buddhist disciple: “…”
Luo Jianqing: "...He flirts with you, what does it have to do with me!"
Yunxiang's face turned even redder, and she said anxiously, "I'll just take you as my target!"
Luo Jianqing was speechless and said, "Are all you demon cultivators so unreasonable?"
Yunxiang ignored him and attacked Luo Jianqing directly. Luo Jianqing didn't want to bully a girl either, so he just dodged. Every time Fuzi tried to help, Yunxiang would yell at him, "Do you still want to flirt with me?", leaving Fuzi standing there in embarrassment.
Although Yunxiang was two realms lower than Luo Jianqing, she was the Demon Lord's apprentice after all, talented and ruthless. It didn't take long before she ripped through Luo Jianqing's clothes with one claw, leaving two bloody marks.
The bloodstain was not deep, just a superficial wound, but Luo Jianqing frowned.
Seeing this, Yunxiang sneered and continued to move forward. This time, her right hand turned into a claw and
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