Chapter 763: Don't you think so much about me?

the other side.
Xiao Qingyang chased Nan Chengyi through the lively night market in Haitang Town and walked all the way to the foot of the mountain.
The stars are counted, and the mountains are silent.
The sound of the water gurgled beside the stream, and the withered willow leaves fell on the surface of the dark stream, spinning quickly downstream.
Xiao Qingyang raised a lamp and couldn't bear it: "Nan Chengyi, stop!"
She walked around in front of him, raised her head and asked, "What do you think about me? What's wrong with Xiuxiu?!"
Nan Chengyi remained silent.
"Are you dumb?" Xiao Qingyang displeased, "Xiuxiu died in southern Xinjiang a year ago, and Abbot Huimin wandered around, and you became a monk with him inexplicably...but I don't think how much you love Xiuxiu. Xiu, can you give up your parents and grandmother for her? Can you give up your sisters for her?!"
Nan Chengyi lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I have a deep love for her."
"With deep love..." Xiao Qingyang laughed, "Nan Chengyi, do you dare to look my eyes directly and say you have deep love for Xiuxiu?"
Nan Chengyi slowly raised his eyes.
A little light shone on his young and handsome face.
There is no ups and downs in his voice: "The little monk has a deep affection for Xiuxiu. In this life, I am willing to give up the red dust for her and convert to my Buddha. The princess has a good relationship with her, so stop pestering the little monk."
Xiao Qingyang's eyes instantly turned red.
She turned her face away, was silent for a long time, and suddenly threw the lantern into the stream in a rage.
She is neither overbearing nor overbearing: "I have always been a straightforward person, and I hate the hesitation in doing things the most. Since you have given me a definite answer, I will not pester you from now on. I hope that in the future, neither of you nor I will regret it."
She and Nan Chengyi passed by and went to the depths of the dark mountains.
The lights were annihilated in the water.
The eyebrows of the young monk gradually turned into darkness.
The stream was left far behind, and Xiao Qingyang went deeper and deeper.
She stood under an old banyan tree, holding the trunk wearily.
She was resolute, but she knew well that she could not let go of Nan Chengyi...
When it was sad, fine snow fell in Shino.
There was a rustling sound not far away.
She looked at it, and there were eighteen people in black carrying the big red warm sedan chair, passing through the front.
Xiao Qingyang was stunned.
The unsuccessful case of the mountain god's marriage flashed in my mind, these people are the murderers, right?
She suddenly grasped the saber, catching up with her light effort: "Stop!"
The man in black was taken aback at the same time.
Obviously, they didn't expect that in the middle of the night, someone would hide in this kind of deep mountain and old forest where birds don't shit!
They looked at each other and put down the sedan chair decisively.
The weapon they used was Wusheng stick.
This weapon...
Xiao Qingyang was slightly startled.
Looking across their faces, they all wore large hoods, unable to see their faces clearly.
The hand holding the sabre was slightly hard.
The black soap boots twisted the ground, and her fire-colored robe was hunting in the cold wind.
She had a firm gaze: "You are the murderer who robbed the newlyweds over the years?"
The man in black just sneered.
The leader arrogantly turned the martial arts stick: "Is the princess going to walk the way for the sky? It's a pity that she's weak, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait."
"If I can beat you, it depends on my own ability."
Xiao Qingyang stroked the blade with both fingers.
The sword blade borrowed a ray of soul from Yuanyue and reflected it in the girl's Danfeng eyes. Her beautiful and heroic posture was like a sword that had just opened up.
The next moment-
The girl turned around!
The red robe is flying!
With the strength of a single person, the young girl swiftly moved around among the eighteen men in black. The long sword cut through the thin snow. Her slender and tall body burst out with terrifying power!
The man in black is a little confused.
Obviously, I didn't expect that Di Ji, who was in fine clothes and jade food, could be so good!
Seeing three or four people get hurt one after another, one of them shouted: "Set up!"
The Eighteen King Kong Arhat formation quickly took shape in the woods.
Xiao Qingyang took two steps back.
The stormy waves passed by her eyes, she couldn't believe it: "You really are--"
"Now that the princess knows the details of what I'm waiting for, I can't let you leave alive tonight."
The man in black grinned.
Eighteen arhats formed a formation, and the formations changed a lot, like a spreading net of heaven and earth.
Xiao Qingyang's back was injured and the intention to retreat began, but the Wusheng stick attacked her from all directions!
The girl stood up.
She looked back in mid-air, and the martial arts sticks underneath formed an inescapable net, waiting to kill her after she fell!
Crucial!
Someone came in volley.
The crow green monk robe was entangled with the fiery red Luo robe, and Nan Chengyi grabbed the girl's slender waist and led her to the ground steadily.
The two stood side by side.
The Wusheng stick and the long sword pointed at the eighteen men in black at the same time.
The corners of Xiao Qingyang's eyes flushed: "What are you doing?"
Nan Chengyi pursed her thin lips, and never said what she was worried about.
After a long while, he said: "Have a good fight."
Xiao Qingyang snorted coldly.
The two fought with the eighteen arhats.
Nan Chengyi is the most amazing and brilliant among the juniors in the Nan family.
I have never forgotten myself. I have not only learned Sanskrit and languages ​​of various countries during my study tour, but also learned the kung fu of various sects. After only one year after becoming a monk, I knew the kung fu and formation of Buddhist monks well. .
In addition, the eighteen men in black were injured by Xiao Qingyang first, and he broke the formation easily with the Wusheng stick.
The Wusheng stick relentlessly knocked on the man in black's sky spirit cover.
Behind him, Xiao Qingyang's sword blade was stained with blood, acting alone.
The woods were filled with a strong atmosphere, and the violent wind swept the fallen leaves, dyeing all the scenery in a solemn tone.
But in just a quarter of an hour, eighteen people in black were killed or injured.
Xiao Qingyang and Nan Chengyi collided.
The wind stopped and the sword rested, and the surroundings fell silent.
The girl gasped gently.
The temperature from her back gave her the illusion that she was still on the way to study.
She slowly raised her head.
The stars retreat, and the night sky is covered with dark clouds.
Xixue gently landed on her cheeks, melting into crystal water stains, in sharp contrast with the blood spots.
She dumbly said, "You still love me, right?"
Nan Chengyi threw away the Wusheng stick and put his palms together in silence.
Xiao Qingyang turned to him.
She raised her head and stared at Nan Chengyi for a while, then suddenly dropped her sword and unhurriedly untied the thin leather belt.
The red robe was thrown to the ground.
The snow-white jackets and middle clothes fade away one by one...
The girl pulled out the red bean hairpin with her hair.
The green silk fell like a waterfall, drawing a beautiful arc.
Under the sky, the mountains are silent and snowy shadows whirling.
The girl faded away from Di Ji's cold, proud and reserved, her skin was white and her long crow-blue hair swayed and flew in the fine snow, like a demon in the forest.
She stood on her toes and kissed the thin lips of the famous monk.
Tossing and turning deep...
I don't know how long it took, she slowly let go of her mouth, and stared at Nan Chengyi's eyes stubbornly: "Now you can tell me that you don't have any thoughts about me?"