Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Ji Xiaofu bit her lips tightly, not knowing how to answer.

How could she, a girl, go with a strange man? Wouldn't this ruin her reputation?

Besides, she has already had an affair with Yang Xiao, if this young man mistreats her, how can she be worthy of Yang Xiao.

I have already sorry Yin Liuxia, if I sorry Yang Xiao again, I am afraid that I will have no face to live in this world anymore.

Seeing Ji Xiaofu bit her lip, Jing Zhou continued, "Don't worry, I'm not a lustful person, and I won't have any unreasonable thoughts about you."

Even though Ji Xiaofu is somewhat pretty, he doesn't catch Jing Zhou's eyes.

Ji Xiaofu was ashamed and angry when she heard Jing Zhou's words, and she thought to herself: "Since I broke up with my senior sister today, with my senior sister's temperament, I will definitely tell the master about the child. Follow the son. If the master knows and doesn't regret it, can she survive?"

So Ji Xiaofu no longer struggled, and replied to Jing Zhou: "Please let the young master let the senior sister go, I will go with the young master."

Jing Zhou pointed at the spear and said to those who were hit by Monk Peng on the ground before, "Whoever of you on the ground are not dead, take this heroine of the Emei School with you!"

The few people who didn't dare to breathe on the ground were relieved, stood up with a limp, and helped Ding Minjun to retreat in a hurry, fearing that the purple-clothed boy would be unhappy and change his mind immediately.

Ding Minjun, an expert at Emei, couldn't catch that young man's arrow, and they, people from the small sect, couldn't catch the arrow even more!

"Monk, this is a healing medicine, don't die, the young master is still waiting for you to repay your kindness."

After kicking the horse's belly, Jing Zhou came to Monk Peng, took out a porcelain bottle and threw it beside him.

"Thank you benefactor." After thanking him, Monk Peng smiled wryly, not knowing whether it was good or bad to be alive.

This person spoke so directly, and he was not humble. He has lived as a monk for most of his life, and he has never met such a person!

"Aunt Ji", Zhang Wuji didn't come out until the matter was over, he wanted to say hello to Ji Xiaofu before, but the situation at that time was not suitable.

"you are?"

"I'm Wuji."

"Wuji? You are Wuji!"

"Okay, you two, aunt and nephew, let's talk later, it's getting late." Jing Zhou interrupted the recognition of their relatives, urged everyone, and rushed to Butterfly Valley. He didn't want to be in the forest at night. Feed the mosquitoes.

After dark, a few people arrived at Butterfly Valley.

This is a hinterland in the mountains, along the way, there are colorful flowers, flowers everywhere, and spring is in full bloom.

White and flower butterflies scurry from the flowers and are not afraid of people.

Everyone knew that this was the Butterfly Valley, and their minds finally calmed down.

"Hu Qingniu will enjoy it. It's not an exaggeration to say that this place is a paradise." Jing Zhou rode a horse around the vicinity, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he was. After all, he was going to live with Hu Qingniu for a while.

The few people walked forward for a while, and there were seven or eight thatched huts in front of a small river. There was a medicine garden in front of the hut, and various herbs were planted in it.

Chang Yuchun went to the front of the house and shouted respectfully: "Disciple Chang Yuchun kowtows to Master Hu."

Hu Qingniu has a weird personality and a great airs, he would not look straight at ordinary people.

According to Chang Yuchun's approach, Jing Zhou didn't know how long he would have to wait.

It's just that this person bullies the good and fears the evil. If you show respect to him, he will not look at you seriously. If you are more vicious, he will be more respectful.

"You don't know how long you will wait until you look like this, forget it, let me change the son!"

Chang Yuchun was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, a deafening sound came from his ear.

"Hu Qingniu, don't come out and speak!"

Jing Zhou shouted loudly, frightening the birds in the valley, and after a while, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi came out.

"The disciple has met Master Hu."

Hu Qingniu gave a "hmm" and turned to look at Jing Zhou.

Seeing Jing Zhou, Hu Qingniu's face was filled with anger, and he said, "Was it you who was yelling just now?" He was boiling a pot of medicine earlier, but now Jing Zhou interrupted him, and his anger went straight up.

"Look at this, it's going to be fast!"

Jing Zhou replied Chang Yuchun, and then said: "What about me? Monk, why don't you come out and meet this medical fairy?"

Chang Yuchun couldn't stop smiling wryly, this kind of method, even if the person in front of him dared to use it!

Hu Qingniu only cared about Jingzhou, but ignored the group of people.

This young man in purple clothes and white horse has a tall and straight figure and an outstanding temperament, which is very conspicuous in a group of people.Hearing Jing Zhou's words at this time, he realized that there was Monk Peng among them.

This Monk Peng is one of the five members of the sect, second only to the leader, the left and right envoys and the four guardians in the sect, his status is very high, far above him.But at this moment, the monk was covered in blood, and his expression was sluggish, and there was still a half-clear appearance that a high-ranking sect should have.

"Why are scattered people so injured?"

Immediately, Hu Qingniu came to Monk Peng, put his hand on him, felt his pulse, and carefully looked at his injuries.

"I don't know how the people of the Sky Eagle Sect were stopped by people in the right way. I couldn't see it, so I went up to help, which led to this situation. Thanks to the young man in front of me, otherwise, the monk would If you can’t say it, you have to go to see the Buddha.”

Hearing Monk Peng's words, Hu Qingniu snorted at Jing Zhou, his expression softened.

Although he is a bit arrogant, he repays kindness and revenge.Jing Zhou saved Monk Peng and was very kind to the Ming Cult, so he let go of the rude words that Jing Zhou had said earlier.

It was purely a coincidence that Jing Zhou rescued Monk Peng. Originally, he wanted to use the promise of killing fresh Yutong to deal with Hu Qingniu.

Xian Yutong killed the pregnant Hu Qingyang many years ago in order to ascend to the head of Huashan. For more than ten years, Hu Qingniu dreamed of killing this scum, Xian Yutong, to avenge his sister.

There are scum in the rivers and lakes, and there are geniuses in Huashan. In Jingzhou's impression, there are only two people in the head of Huashan: real villains are rare, and hypocrites are not grouped together.

I don't know how much sin the Patriarch of Huashan committed back then, so that there are two disciples and grandchildren who have survived through the ages.

"Hu Qingniu, take a quick look at this child. This child is the grandson of the White-browed Eagle King, and he is about to die."

Seeing that Chang Yuchun was about to speak, Jing Zhou jumped ahead of him and revealed Zhang Wuji's identity.Otherwise, when Chang Yuchun said that he was the son of Zhang Cuishan from the Wudang School, according to Hu Qingniu's temperament, troubles would arise again.

If Zhang Wuji was regarded as the son of the White-browed Eagle King, Hu Qingniu would definitely not ignore it.

Although it is said that the Skyhawk Sect has been separated from the Ming Sect, it can be regarded as a branch of the Ming Sect.

And the White-browed Eagle King, you are the protector of the Dharma who is second only to the leader of Mingjiao and the envoys of the left and right. You have a deep influence in the religion, and now you are the leader of a religion, and your status is probably not worse than that of Yang Zuoshi on the top of the light. Where to go.

Hu Qingniu grabbed Zhang Wuji's wrist, felt that his pulse was beating even strangely, and couldn't help but be amazed, and then focused on taking the pulse, his expression was dignified, and he was no longer as relaxed as before.I thought to myself: "The cold poison in this baby's body is very spicy, could it be the Xuanming God's Palm? But this Xuanming God's Palm has been lost for many years. The poison has penetrated into the lungs for a long time, and this baby is not dead. It's really strange."

Hu Qingniu is known as an immortal doctor, there is no one in this world who can't cure diseases, but Zhang Wuji's cold poison, he can't think of a cure for a while, this rare and difficult disease in his life aroused his interest.

Encountering such a patient is like hearing a good wine for an alcoholic.

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