Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The tenth bowl of soup (8)

If you want to ask the sect leader what he hates most, it is the righteous people who are full of hypocrisy. Because of them, his wife died tragically, and Miao Jiang almost suffered the disaster of genocide. That battle made him fully realize a truth. They say they're right, then your opinion doesn't matter, as long as you threaten them, then they'll destroy you.

On the surface, one by one said the righteous words strictly. In fact, no one is more hypocritical than the so-called righteous people.

Therefore, the leader's father didn't like Xuanji very much. He snorted and asked Qinghuan, "What are you doing with this person? Don't dirty your place."

Qing Huan took his arm and said with a smile: "Dad, the leader, shouldn't you know? Master Xuan Ji is said to be the darling of the Buddha. , so I kept him! And I also know that about Sister Haitang, doesn't Father Leader want to avenge Sister Haitang?"

Begonia. Thinking of that loyal girl, the leader's eyes became even colder. He naturally spoiled Qing Huan, but he was extremely disgusted with Xuan Ji, and immediately shot like electricity, sealed several acupoints of Xuan Ji, and then said to Qing Huan: " You can stay as you like, just be careful, his inner strength is unfathomable, and I don't know when I can break through the shackles. But this monk is a pedantic person and doesn't kill, if you want to control him, start earlier. "

Qing Huan nodded obediently, and the leader's father took a walk with her again, telling her that he would start seclusion and practice for a month, and if there was anything in this month, he would go to Poppy, and he would listen to her words throughout the teaching. Qing Huan was still nodding, and after watching the leader's father leave with a smile, he returned to the big tree.

Although the internal power was sealed, Xuan Ji at this moment still looks like a sympathetic monk. He was sitting under the tree, his hands clasped together, and he was solemn. The sackcloth he wore was not in the slightest humble. At this moment, he heard footsteps and opened his dark eyes. "Does the little donor want to kill the poor monk?"

"Kill you? Of course not." Qing laughed. "You are Sister Haitang's favorite man, and she must be reluctant to let me kill you. However, I am the only one in this valley. From today onwards, you will be responsible for cooking for me, helping me with laundry, and doing things by the way. My test item."

Maybe Xuanji has never seen such a rogue girl before, and there is a stunned look on his handsome face. He thought he was going to hell, but now...

"I really want to know, what exactly does Sister Haitang like about you." Qing Huan approached him to look at him. Xuan Ji was very beautiful, but his compassionate and graceful demeanor made his appearance second to none. , but such a person seems too far away, because the Buddha loves the world, and he can never love only one.

The pure and cold demon girl always seems to fall in love with the merciful and merciful monk. Since ancient times, the right and the wrong have been incompatible, why are there always people who are deeply in the mud? "If I've been with you for a long time, will I love you too?"

She asked this purely out of curiosity, and Xuan Ji could hear it. This little girl didn't understand the relationship between men and women at all, so he didn't panic, but just sighed: "The poor monk accidentally killed the Begonia benefactor. , is already too guilty, how can I entangle with you."

"Humph." Qing Huan snorted, straightened up, and looked down at Xuan Ji, who was meditating. "Say what you don't do, you killed her after all. I'm not familiar with her, and I don't want to avenge her, but from today, you are mine, and you won't want to go out of the Tianshan Mountains in your life. ."

After speaking, he shook his hand and walked away willfully.

Xuan Ji listened to her childish voice and watched her petite back disappear into the bamboo building, with a moment of loss. After a while, a crisp and sweet song came from the bamboo building. The lyrics were twists and turns. Xuan Ji couldn't understand it, but the melody was very nice. Under the leisurely moonlight, the valley was filled with mist, which seemed to be paradise on earth. He meditated and breathed quietly, and the singing kept reverberating in his ears, slowly turning into distant feelings, seeping into his chest little by little.

In the early morning of the next day, Xuan Ji woke up with a poke. Now his internal strength and martial arts have been sealed, and he is no different from ordinary people. It is difficult to even perceive the sky. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qing Huan squatting in front of him with a small face and a grass in the other hand, poking his nostrils.

Xuan Ji gave way back, this quirky girl has a strange attraction, and in front of her, his heart like an ancient well has a slight panic.

"Hey, you should be in charge of cooking for me, but look what time it is, I'm up and you're still sleeping?" Qing Huan asked him in disbelief. "I'm starving to death!"

The first few sentences are domineering and put on the air of the eldest lady, and the last sentence is about to starve to death, but it is a touch of grievance, especially her delicate face, innocent, and she is extremely cute. Even an eminent monk like Xuan Ji couldn't bear to disappoint her.

"What would you like to eat?"

Qing Huan thought about it and said, "I don't know what it is, you can figure it out." With a wave of her hand, the chains on Xuan Ji's limbs snapped. Now Xuan Ji has no martial arts, she is afraid of what he will do.

So Xuan Ji got up. He is a high-ranking monk who has been practicing since childhood. He can hold still for several years in meditation, so even though he meditated under the tree all night, he did not show any signs of fatigue. Even if there is no internal strength martial arts, the boy's kung fu is unstoppable since childhood. Just by looking at his stature and pace, you can tell that this must be an extremely hard-working monk.

So, why does the female ghost Haitang have to pull him out of the sky? Since he wants to become a Buddha, it is good to complete him, so why should he be so persistent.

However, people can only let go when they hit their heads and bleed blood.

Breakfast consisted of very simple millet porridge and a few side dishes. Xuanji was vegetarian, so there were no onions, **** and garlic in the dishes. Qing Huan suddenly felt that she was shooting herself in the foot. She asked a monk to cook it. Food for yourself? Can't eat meat! At the moment, his face turned green, and then he gritted his teeth again. Forget it, the appetite for this time is enough to enjoy, and there is nothing wrong with eating a vegetarian meal.

Although she only has such a hobby, it is not uncontrollable. Humans can't control*, she can.

After breakfast, Qing Huan asked Xuan Ji to wash his clothes. Xuan Ji usually takes care of his clothes, food, housing and transportation by himself and never leaves anyone else's hands. It is not difficult for him to do laundry. It's just... He looked at the small apron embroidered with delicate flowers in the wooden basin, and his handsome face was panicked.

I want him to wash something as private as a girl's apron...

Qing Huan saw him blushing, and immediately kicked him: "Hey! What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and wash it... Forget it, help me tie my hair before washing." The comb was stuffed into Xuan Ji's hands.

Xuan Ji has never been so close to the opposite **** in her life. At the beginning, Haitang wanted him to submit in every possible way. . But even so, Xuan Ji has always maintained the defense of men and women, but this little girl...

He stands stiffly, holding a horn comb in his hand.

After waiting for a while, no one moved, Qing Huan became impatient: "Monk, if you don't hurry up, I'm going out of the valley to kill people."

She is more beautiful than Begonia, cuter than Begonia, and more bloodthirsty than Begonia. The lethality is too powerful. Xuan Ji has no doubts about what she said. By now, he already knows who she is. The daughter of the sect leader of the peeping heaven, the saintess of Miao Jiang, if she wanted to, she would wipe out thousands of people overnight. What are thousands of people?

Untie her long braids, Xuan Ji is extremely restrained, and gently combs Qing Huan's long hair. It's just that he didn't comb other people's hair, and he didn't have any hair to comb, so the final technique was very poor. When Qing Huan ran to the bronze mirror to take a picture, Xuan Ji closed his eyes.

Although he is a monk, he also has aesthetics, such a beautiful little girl, what kind of haircut he combed.

Thanks to Qing Huan for not disliking him, he snorted and sent him to do the laundry.

Xuan Ji carried the wooden basin to the creek, and worked hard to wash. He always treats Qing Huan as a little girl. She is too clean and annoying. Facing Qing Huan, Xuan Ji can't say anything to refuse.

Perhaps everyone in this world will meet a person who makes you willing and helpless. When that person appears, even if you have seen all the sails and your heart is like dead water, it will make ripples for her again.

Because she's different from everyone else, she's so unique, you'll be moved.

While Xuanji was doing laundry, Qinghuan was lying on the window of the bamboo building and watched. The creek was flowing out along the lake, just not far away, she propped her chin and watched Xuanji hold She looked helpless in her apron, and after a long smile she leaned back and forth: "idiot."

In this way, the two have been working together for half a month. Except for three meals a day, Qing Huan basically lives in the bamboo building and doesn't know what to do. She didn't embarrass Xuanji very much. What was remarkable was that he treated him as a servant, asked him to pour tea, asked him to do laundry, and even asked him to bring clothes when he took a bath. The poor monk of the Xuanji generation can't feel the torture anymore. Now he can walk from the kitchen to the bamboo building with his eyes closed, take Qinghuan's clothes and send them to the lake. .

It is also practiced.

He meditated and recited scriptures on the rocks by the lake with his back to Qinghuan at night, but as the days went on, he became more and more distracted. The sound of water behind her was gurgling and her laughter was light. She didn't even take the initiative to get close to him, but she made him feel so emotional.

I'm afraid, this is the biggest catastrophe in his life.

Baitang had seduced the enchanting and charming in every possible way, but Qing Huan was like a naive child. Just getting along with him made his heart beat like thunder.

Another night, Qing Huan jumped into the lake to take a bath as usual, her soft long hair spread out like seaweed in the water, Xuan Ji still meditated with her back to her, and became more and more upset today. After several times, he couldn't calm down.

It wasn't until he calmed down a little that he reacted, as if Qing Huan had not moved for a long time.