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Chapter 4
The monks didn't know why, so they stopped.

The person in the sedan chair waved his hand, and the curtain of the sedan chair opened automatically. He looked at the woman with her head hanging down, seemingly weak and unable to take care of herself, and frowned.

"Uncle, what are your orders?"

The monk who had just walked in front came up to him a few steps ago, he glanced at Sang Ning again without any trace, and asked respectfully to the person above him.

Sang Ning raised her heart, she vaguely sensed that the spiritual power of the person in front of her seemed unfathomable, even a bit of fairy power?

Could it be that his cultivation has tended to reach the Tao and become a fairy?

"Head up."

The calm and unwavering voice of the man above came, and without thinking, Sang Ning knew who he was referring to.

Isn't she the only outsider here?

Sang Ning was a little irritable, and ignored the familiarity of the voice from nowhere in his heart. A thunderous thunder happened to come from the sky, interrupting what he hadn't said yet.

She bowed coquettishly to the people in the sedan chair, "Master Daoist, I'm ugly, I dare not face others directly,..."

After speaking, he started to sob in a low voice.

"..."

There was a dead silence, and Sang Ning was also betting that the great figures of their sect would not do anything to a mortal.

Fortunately, she had the reputation of being a seer just now, and she used the remaining low spiritual power to cover up the aura on her body in time.

"Uncle Shi has always behaved like a gentleman and has no other intentions. He just wants to take a look at the girl."

The man in the dark curly gown just now set his eyes on her again, took a deep look, and explained coldly for the people in the sedan chair.

It's true that he's just a mortal, without even a spiritual root. If you catch a lot of such mortals, you don't even have the qualifications to enter their sect to sweep the girls.

I don't know why my uncle stopped the sedan chair for her.

"It's okay."

An indifferent voice came, without any emotion.

Sang Ning cried even harder, and she replied with a strong nasal voice, twitching and clapping: "My family, I don't dare to blah blah blah, Taoist priest, please forgive me!"

After speaking, the very spineless man plopped and sat down on the muddy ground.

She looked dumbfounded by fright, but she didn't raise her head from the beginning to the end.

The whole group didn't care about her actions, and their breath fluttered for a moment.

Although practitioners have more chances than ordinary people to get rid of the mortal body and become immortals, they will not hurt ordinary people at will, so as not to form unnecessary karma and prevent them from breaking through the catastrophe and ascending to immortality.

Sang Ning only felt a faint cold air rushing towards her face, and helped her up. The aura was like the white snow falling after washing in winter, cold but not biting.

She seemed to see the towering snow peaks, and the snow that hadn't melted for thousands of years.

After a while, she forced herself to get out of her thoughts, and when she came back to her senses, she felt the dryness and cleanliness of her body and the paper umbrella hanging above her head, so she narrowed her eyes.

It's strange, how this aura is the same as his voice, it always gives her a very familiar feeling.

Sang Ning's heart was full of alarm bells, and he couldn't stay any longer.

After she stuttered and said thank you a few times, she seized the opportunity and ran out of the circle surrounded by the monks.

Suddenly, a sharp sword energy came from behind, and it landed on her back.

If she continued to pretend to the end and resisted this blow, she would definitely die.

Sang Ning gritted her teeth, regardless of the force to gather the few spiritual powers in her body so violently that she seemed to be punching back from behind.

The weak spiritual power could not even be relieved for a moment in front of the strong sword energy.

Seeing the frost-colored sword energy piercing the sky, illuminating the night, and heading straight for her with ice.

A few weak vine branches emerged from her fingertips, but the majestic sword energy suddenly collapsed about an inch above her chest, disappearing into nothingness, leaving no trace of the murderous aura just now.

Sang Ning took back the vine branches silently, a look of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't think about it in the light of the calcium carbide fire, so he turned and ran.

"stop."

His tone was gentle, but with an undeniable taste, it seemed to be calm, but it was a little more panic and joy that Sang Ning couldn't understand.

The people inside the sedan chair broke through the wind, and within a moment, they grabbed Sang Ning by the collar, like carrying a rabbit.

At this moment, Sang Ning suddenly remembered why his voice and his spiritual power made her feel so familiar.

Emperor Baiji, Shu Yu.

Back then, Shu Yu and her were deadly rivals who would fight whenever they met.

The kind where the king does not see the king.

"Help! Help! Robb the girl!"

Fortunately, this face does not have the slightest resemblance to her in the previous life, otherwise Shu Yu would have ridiculed her for a long time with her bad temper.

However, it doesn't matter that much.

I don't know how he came out of the human world and became a monk for the monks in the sect. Judging from the situation just now, these monks respect him quite a lot.

Shu Yu's forehead twitched, and her voice was cold, "Shut up."

On the contrary, Sang Ning became more and more violent, scratching and kicking the people behind him, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

All the monks looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment, petrified on the spot.

A young monk swallowed hard, and asked the person next to him with the same twitching expression, "Senior brother, what's going on? Uncle, he..."

It's so good?
The senior brother shook his head with a complex expression.

Shu Yu nodded and glanced at the kicked footprints on his clothes, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character, he resisted the urge to throw her away, his voice was hoarse and mellow, "Is it addictive to pretend? "

"If you talk nonsense again, I will tie you up with your vine."

"Fairy pretends to be a human, neither fish nor fowl!"

Shu Yuexit threatened.

Sang Ning paused for a moment, pretending not to understand what he meant, and planned to continue, "Rob the people..."

Sang Ning dared to be so ignorant because he was sure that Shu Yu would not recognize her, not to mention that she had been dead for so many years, and even the ashes had gone to nowhere.

This body is only a few hundred years old, and its spiritual power is low. What's more, this face is not similar to her face in the previous life.

Halfway through her whimpering, she opened her mouth but couldn't make any sound. Sang Ning suddenly turned around, only to realize that he had loosened his grip on her collar at some point.

"Why don't you talk? Keep talking?"

Live again, and this pretentious appearance has not changed at all.

Shu Yu still had that unparalleled face with meaningful eyebrows and a half-smile, just like the first time they met at the Lantern Festival.

However, he lost a little of the exuberance of the young man he once was, and a little more settled down and introverted, making him even more peerless.

I haven't seen him in so many years, the stinky fox has cultivated more and more charmingly.

Waiting for Shuyu to meet his eyes, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the angry eyes that still did not hide their charm, and then he saw clearly the face that was not the same as the person he wanted to see.

The heart that had been tense just now sank slowly again, and my mood suddenly became cold.

"So you're not..."

(End of this chapter)