The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 681: Master Takes Action (Part 1)

The monk's appearance was so shocking that the two Jinyi guards stared at it for a long time before they came back to their senses.

Then the two turned pale with shock.

what did he say?

Fighting with him for a long time, killing four of them Jinyiwei's young man...is it actually a girl?

Also, how did he know that they were Jin Yiwei of the Prince's Mansion?

Where is he from? Follow them all the way or just pass by?

"Who are you!" The leader clenched the long sword in his hand.

He couldn't feel the breath of the other party at all, either he didn't have martial arts, or his martial arts had reached the state of returning to nature. He glanced at the sword that was knocked flying and nailed to the tree.

There was a cut in the blade of the sword.

He looked at the open space around him again, and found a green leaf inserted into the soil.

The leader's pupils shook!

Could it be, could it be that the monk just now knocked his sword away with a leaf?

Still limped abruptly?

How terrifying is this internal force?

The monk smiled and said, "Being a monk is not a taboo."

Under the moonlight, his smile inexplicably revealed a gloomy and strange feeling, and the hearts of the two Jin Yiwei couldn't help but thump.

Shit monks!

I have never seen such an evil monk!

The leader's heart unconsciously surged with fear. He grasped the hilt of the sword, stabilized his mind, and threatened in a cold voice: "Monk! This is none of your business! If you are sensible, get out of here!"

"Ah." The monk sighed slightly with his thin lips parted, and said, "The monks are merciful, why should the two benefactors fight and kill? Can't we just talk about it if we have something to say?"

Another Jin Yiwei pointed his sword and roared angrily: "Whoever steps on the horse wants to tell you well! Either get out of here! Or kill you, a bald donkey!"

"Oh?" The monk smiled faintly, and then he raised the hand with the string of beads hanging on it, and tapped his delicate chin with his slender fingertips, as if lost in thought, "Do you want to kill?"

When the leader heard the words, for some reason, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He can't see through this monk's strength at all!

Jin Yiwei said disdainfully: "Brother, don't talk nonsense with him! Just leave this kind of guy to me! Anyway, he knows our identities, so he must silence him!"

As he said, he looked at the monk who was so beautiful that he was not like ordinary people under the moonlit night, and said fiercely,

"Remember not to meddle in your own business in your next life! Go to hell—"

He quickly ran towards the monk, and when he was ten steps away from the monk, he jumped up suddenly, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands from mid-air, and slashed at the monk fiercely!

This is the rhythm of splitting the monk in half!

"Stop—" The leader stretched out his hand, wanting to stop him, but it was too late, and his sword fell down.

The monk looked up at Jin Yiwei who was attacking from the sky, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, raised his left hand that was not holding the Buddhist beads, and flicked his fingertips lightly.

"What's the situation? My sword..." Jin Yiwei only felt a force as majestic as the vast sea hit his sword, and half of his body was instantly paralyzed, and he was sent flying violently by that terrifying force!

He fell heavily to the ground, and slid out of a long hole that was one foot deep and one foot long, and he barely stopped until he reached the feet of the leader.

Not half an inch too much, not half an inch too little.

Everything is under control just right.

"Big, big brother..." He spat out a mouthful of blood and lost his breath on the spot.

The leader looked in disbelief at Jin Yiwei who was killed in one move, and widened his eyes in horror.

Jin Yiwei is not all dead soldiers, but all six of them are.

The dead man is braver and fearless than ordinary people, and he never flinches in battle, but for the first time in his life, he has the idea of ​​retreating.

hateful!

Where did the monk come from?

It's fine to have a kid who can't be beaten first, but why is there such a perverted master?

His eyes sparkled, and he held back the trembling that seemed to come from his soul: "I won't fight anymore! Let me go!"

The monk smiled: "OK."

The leader turned around and ran away!

The monk smiled lightly, pointed his fingertips towards his receding back, and a strong internal force pierced through his heart like a substance!

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and a stream of blood splashed in front of his eyes. He opened his mouth wide in disbelief, and fell forward fiercely.

He smoothed a large piece of grass before he could barely stop, and then his whole body trembled, and the breath in his dantian quickly dissipated.

"W-why...didn't you agree...let me go..."

The monk walked over casually, and gave him a condescending look: "I promised to let you go, but I didn't say that I let you go alive."

"You... stepping on the horse..." The leader swallowed his breath.

The monk raised his eyebrows and came to Gu Jiao's side again.

Gu Jiao fainted, her face was buried in the grass, and she was lying on the ground like a sad little frog.

The monk said with emotion: "It's not bad to be able to kill four.

...

Gu Jiao was woken up by the sound of crackling firewood. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a dilapidated temple. There were spider webs hanging on the Buddha statue and the beams of the house. No one had visited for some time.

The tip of her nose smelled the bursts of delicious meat.

Someone was grilling meat, and the sound just now came from the firewood pile.

"woke up?"

A lazy male voice sounded from behind the firewood pile.

The voice was a little familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Gu Jiao's first reaction was to sit up and restore her alertness.

Then she saw the monk behind the fire.

"It's you?"

Isn't this the beautiful monk I saw in the countryside?

She went up the mountain to find the abbot, the abbot, and met a monk who fell into a trap on the way. What impressed her most was that this monk was so good-looking, and the second thing that impressed her most was that this monk was so weird.

The monk was bitten by a poisonous snake, and then he killed the snake.

Gu Jiao blinked and looked at him without blinking: "Why did you come to Yan Country?"

While grilling the meat, the monk said, "How can you be sure that this is the country of Yan?"

"Ah?" Gu Jiao was taken aback, "I went back to Zhao Kingdom?"

"Hahaha!" The monk suddenly laughed.

Gu Jiao didn't think there was anything ridiculous, she stood up to check her condition, the wound on her body was treated with gold sore medicine, it healed well, and there is no serious problem.

She looked around again, she was sleeping on a pile of hay just now, with her small pannier and her red tasseled gun lying on her feet.

She clearly remembered that there were eight braids on the Hongying Spear, but now there are ten.

Could it be this monk who did it?

Do all of you monks have a habit of braiding hair?

"Those two people, are they dead?" Gu Jiao remembered that there were two Jin Yiwei left before she passed out.

"Dead," said the monk.

"Oh, good." Gu Jiao didn't ask how those two people died.

The monk didn't take the initiative to say anything.

Gu Jiao said again: "Where is this? How long have I been asleep?"

The monk said, "Near the place where you fainted, you have slept for five days."

Gu Jiao said strangely: "Why did I sleep for so long?"

Her injury wouldn't allow her to sleep for so many days, right?

The monk spread his hands: "How do I know?"

Gu Jiao dug out the first-aid kit from the small medicine chest, counted the medicines, the corner of her mouth twitched, and said, "You gave me a whole bottle of sedative?"

The monk suddenly realized: "Is that a sedative medicine? Ah, you didn't put the name of the medicine on the bottle. You have a high fever. I applied your golden sore medicine on you, but you are still hot like a small stove. I had to I found some medicine for you to take, it seems that it is indeed medicine, I was worried that I made a mistake."

Gu Jiao's face darkened.

You don't even know if the bottle is filled with medicine, but you just poured me dozens of pills, can you really be more unreliable?

The monk turned the rabbit on the shelf around, took out a small bamboo tube from his wide sleeve, pulled off the lid, and sprinkled some salt on the rabbit meat: "Look, I didn't forget to put salt this time."

Not to mention this, Gu Jiao almost forgot that the monk fell into the trap she set for a rabbit, and she thought he was a monk who wanted to save the rabbit, but he killed the rabbit and roasted it to eat up.

She once suspected that he was a fake monk, and she still doubts it to this day.

Gu Jiao looked around, she was a little thirsty: "Is there any water?"

The monk threw her a water bag.

Gu Jiao took it in her hand, but it was empty.

The monk said: "There is a stream outside the back door of the temple, use this to fetch water."

Gu Jiao said: "Then I can drink without a water bag."

The monk glanced at Gu Jiao, and said confidently, "I asked you to call me some."

Gu Jiao: "..."

What kind of poor monk is this?

Gu Jiao took the water bag to fetch water in the backyard.

Seeing her striding like flying, the monk slightly narrowed his charming peach eyes: "The recovery is really fast."

When Gu Jiao came back after drinking the water, she threw the filled water bag to him.

He raised his hand to take it and smiled: "Thank you."

He was born beautiful, and if he smiled so brightly, all sentient beings wished they could fall in love with him.

If a monk goes to save sentient beings like this, all sentient beings will be enchanted.

Gu Jiao squatted down opposite the monk, grabbed a small dead branch and drew circles on the ground, while waiting for the roasted rabbit.

She asked the monk several questions, and he answered all the questions except how he came to Yan.

There are only two ways to come to the country of Yan, one is to have an official guide, and the other is to be marked as a slave.

I don't know which kind the monk belongs to.

"Are you from Zhao country or Yan country?" Gu Jiao asked.

"Does it matter?" The monk asked with a smile.

Gu Jiao thought about it seriously: "Oh, no."

She continued to draw circles.

The monk continued to roast the meat.

The meat is so fragrant.

Gu Jiao is really hungry.