The Monk

Chapter 125 Cheng Xier

Even though she stood stunned, it was clear that she was truly beautiful. The woman is tall, with long legs, a slim waist and large breasts. She has an oval face, picturesque eyebrows, a delicate mouth and an upturned nose. The skin on her face is as delicate as a baby's. Her long black hair hangs loosely behind her shoulders. If she had to find a flaw, it would be that she doesn't use makeup. , wearing a homespun skirt.

Song Yunying was very beautiful, but her beauty was so fragile that the servant could not lift her up. Zhang Wen liked her thin appearance and big eyes, the feeling of taking care of her, and her pure angelic smile and heart. But the woman in front of me is different. The first thing I feel is beauty. If I have to judge her, according to ordinary people's concept, this woman is more beautiful and attractive than Song Yunyi.

People on both sides of the road were still arguing. One party said: "Her mother is in our village, and she grew up in our village, so she is from our village." The other party argued: "She was born in our village, and her grandfather asked her to go home. Recognize her ancestors, she is from our village.”

Standing at the front of the two groups were a middle-aged woman and a skinny old man, who were the beautiful woman's mother and grandfather. The two of them stood there helplessly, relatively speechless. They didn't dare to look at the beautiful woman, and they didn't dare to look back. There were people around them who encouraged them: "Speak, please say something for the elders of the whole village. The whole village will be grateful." Dai De will take care of you and take care of you. Come on, Xi'er is your child and a member of our village."

The man in the middle of the road said impatiently: "Have you had enough noise? Wait for another quarter of an hour. I will take her away in a quarter of an hour." The woman next to her interjected: "Why don't each village contribute half of the sacrifice? The woman will be regarded as the two villages jointly worshiping the leader."

The two were demon monks. Judging from their appearance, the man had an evil look on his face, while the woman looked charming. They saw Zhang Wen and his entourage from a distance and didn't pay much attention, thinking they were just ordinary travelers.

The carriage stopped twenty meters away, and Zhang Ping whispered to Song Yunyi: "Two demon cultivators, the male is at the advanced level of foundation building, and the female is at the beginning level of foundation building." Song Yunyi happened to get an idea and asked him: "What is the offering? What is the offering? Is it that woman?" "Probably." Zhang was afraid that he didn't understand clearly either. The rules and things of the Demon Sect were messy, and every time he saw something new, it was a new drama.

Song Yunyi was a little angry when he heard this: "Why? You dare to use a living person as an offering? Can you save her?" Zhang Ain smiled bitterly: "We have offended a lot of people." Song Yunyi was not afraid at all: "Anyway, we have offended many people. , it’s nothing to offend again, not to mention those two people’s cultivation is very low, we are not afraid.”

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and the male demon cultivator said coldly: "The time is up, I will take her away first, and you will send the offerings up the mountain tomorrow." As he spoke, he took the beautiful woman's hand, and the woman let him hold her as if she was a fool. The female demon cultivator was still advising from the side: "Don't be afraid, sister, we saints will not hurt people's lives. After you go up the mountain, you will serve the leader wholeheartedly. If you have good bones, the leader will accept you as his disciple. From then on, you can practice Taoism and immortality and you can live forever."

The beautiful woman rolled her eyes at her and said coldly: "Some people from other villages have sent them back. They go straight up the mountain and carry them sideways down the mountain. They can live up to three years if they go down the mountain. We have never seen them in our village, but there are always people who have."

The female demon cultivator was so excited that she was a little speechless. She got angry and snorted coldly: "What nonsense should I talk to you? I have to go up the mountain anyway. Let me tell you, those who are sent down the mountain are all those who have no luck and no bones. Good luck has no bones." He has been accepted as a disciple by the leader to practice joy and happiness. He can enjoy happiness every day and stay young forever. "

The male demon cultivator grabbed the beautiful woman Xi'er's wrist and walked towards the mountain to the west of the road. When he turned around, he saw Song Yunyi and his expression was greatly moved. She was another beautiful woman. Wouldn't it be happy if she could take him up the mountain to practice dual cultivation with me? Thinking in his mind, he turned towards Song Yunyi. While walking, I scanned the three carriages and confirmed again that they were all ordinary people.

After a few steps, he walked up to Song Yunyi and said with a smile: "The young man is Li Ting, a disciple of Shengmen Hehuan Palace. This time he came down the mountain to accept a disciple as a teacher. Seeing that the young lady has a delicate body and a natural talent, I came here to ask. I wonder if the young lady wants to cultivate herself and become a disciple." Immortal youth forever? If Miss Li is interested, Li will fully recommend it to the leader and ask him to teach him the supreme magic method, so that he can escape the hardships of the mortal world and become as happy as an immortal. "

He thought that Zhang Ai was an ordinary person, so he ignored his presence and talked directly to Song Yunyi. Zhang Ai was not annoyed, smiled and watched his performance, and thought to himself: "It's unlucky. I wanted to deal with you, but you came to the door yourself. "

Song Yunyi looked at the right hand of the male demon cultivator and asked softly: "Like her?" The male demon cultivator held the beautiful woman Xi'er's wrist in his right hand, looked down and said: "You are different, she is the maid of the village dedicated to the leader. "You have to have good bones and good fortune to be accepted as a disciple by the leader. Those who are not blessed will serve the leader for a few years. After their body becomes weak, they will be given some money to send them down the mountain to rest."

Zhang is afraid to understand after hearing that maids and disciples are nothing more than tools for dual cultivation. Those who are qualified can teach some exercises to absorb Yuan Yin for a long time. Those who are not qualified can absorb Yuan Yin a few times and give them some money to send them away. But ordinary women are virgin Yuan Yin. Yin, how can I withstand the torment of the demon cultivator, emptying his body several times, and then sending him down the mountain to wait for death? Alas, it is very pitiful.

What Hehuan Palace did was not much different from that of ghost disciples, but the saints actually didn't care, which shows how chaotic the affairs of the Demon Sect are.

Demon monk Li Ting asked Song Yunyi: "Please give me your name, Miss. Li will go back to the mountain to report to the leader, and then take you up the mountain." Song Yunyi said coldly: "I won't go, not only I won't go, but she can't either Go, let go!" As he spoke, a gust of wind hit Li Ting's wrist. Li Ting was frightened and hurriedly let go. He raised his hand and waved a ribbon, flying up and down in front of him. The female demon cultivator saw this and pulled it from her head. The lower gold hairpin points to Song Yunyi in the distance.

Song Yunyi waved to Xi'er gently: "Come here, no one dares to touch you while I'm here." Xi'er was also surprised. He hesitated and took two steps. He was so cruel that at worst it would cost him his life. He hurriedly hid behind Song Behind Yunyi.

Li Ting said angrily: "Which saint are you from? You dare to rob people from Hehuan Palace, you are so impatient." He raised his hand and threw a sounding arrow, making a sharp scream and rising into the sky.

Zhang Ai looked at him indifferently: "You don't have eyes and you don't know how to be polite. Kill me." He gently sent out the shadowless knife in his hand, looking at it very slowly, but Li Ting couldn't avoid it and was pierced through the throat and lost his life.

Seeing this, the female demon cultivator turned pale and trembled: "Senior, please spare your life. I have not disrespected you. Please let me go." Zhang was too lazy to pay attention to her and spoke to Xi'er: "It's okay. You can go home. " Xi'er stared at Zhang Ping and Song Yunyi with her beautiful eyes. A thought flashed in her mind, and she knelt down in front of the two of them and said firmly: "I beg you two seniors to accept Xi'er as your disciple." The voice was very nice. Soft and sweet, touching the heart. Zhang Awei shook his head: "We don't accept disciples." Song Yunyi helped Xi'er: "We are about the same age, you should go home."

Xi'er said stubbornly: "Senior should save people until the end. If he leaves today, someone will bully Xi'er again tomorrow. Anyway, he will be bullied sooner or later. Why should senior save me?" Zhang Ai smiled slightly: " "The rescuer also rescued the problem." Xi'er knelt down again: "Since senior doesn't want to accept a disciple, then accept Xi'er as a side wife. The slave family is willing to serve as a junior for senior and serve him for the rest of his life. I think Xi'er will definitely come with her appearance and body. I won’t disgrace the grace of my seniors.”