Crossing the famine, the special agent peasant girl blows up one by one

Qu Qiuning looked at the old monk Bikong with his mouth full of food, and thought to herself that this man was not an ordinary person. It would be better for him to leave. She didn't want to cause herself any more trouble.

"After you finish eating, leave!"

The old monk replied vaguely: "Well, OK, let's set off after we finish eating."

When Qu Qiuning heard Bikong's answer, his eyes widened. The old monk was so familiar with them! Do you want to join their group?

"No, I mean you should leave quickly after eating at your old home."

Qu Qiuning said loudly and seriously that she really didn't want to pick up people anymore. Looking at the group of people in front of her, most of whom were picked up, she felt very stressed!

"No, I want to go with you. Look at me, an old monk, alone and old. Please have pity on me!

I am very useful. I can chop wood, I can pray for you, and I can help you take care of your baby."

Bikong looked at Qu Xinglan and Yan'er not far away and smiled brightly.

Qu Qiuning looked at the old monk and it seemed that he was determined to blame him.

"It's not impossible for me to keep you, but I have two conditions."

When Bikong heard that there was a chance, he answered with a smile without hesitation, "Okay, I agree."

Qu Qiuning crossed his hands in front of his chest, tilted the corner of his mouth, and spoke slowly.

"Don't you want to ask me what the conditions are? Aren't you afraid that I will ask you to kill people or set fire to things?"

Bikong laughed out loud, "I've already told you, the girl has a Buddha's light on her face, how could she let me kill people and set fire to things?"

"Don't regret it! Even though you agreed, it's just an agreement, but it won't work without something substantial."

"First, you have to be able to beat him." Qu Qiuning pointed at An Ye and said.

An Ye's face was full of black lines. He was in trouble even if he was lying down.

Bikong looked at An Ye and said with a smile, "Look at my old bones, don't bother me anymore, hehe!"

Bikong saw that Qu Qiuning had a blank expression on his face and it seemed that a fight was inevitable.

Bikong took off the Buddhist beads on his arm, hung them around his neck, and walked into the dark night. "Young man, please be gentle with your hands. I, an old monk, am afraid of pain." After saying that, he laughed again.

An Ye put the sword back into the scabbard and looked at Song Yanfeng. Song Yanfeng nodded, and then An Ye stretched out his hand and prepared to attack.

Bikong threw a punch directly, but An Ye dodged it by leaning sideways. Then Bikong kicked him again, but An Ye raised his hand to block it and took two steps back.

Everyone could see that this monk had some skills, as that kick actually made An Ye take two steps back.

Qu Qiuning noticed that An Ye's eyes changed at this time, and the real competition began. She knew that An Ye was Song Yanfeng's subordinate and his skills should be quite good. This old monk also knew martial arts, but she didn't know how good he was. That's why she let the two of them compete to understand their martial arts level.

As the two people in An Ye fought back and forth, there was still no result after an incense stick of time.

"Hurry up, it will be dark soon if you continue fighting."

Qu Qiuning's urging prompted the two to start using their unique skills.

Cheng Yi and Yun Feng watched the old monk's every move and became more and more shocked. They realized that the old monk's moves were a set of martial arts unique to the royal family.

Cheng Yi quickly searched his mind for information about the Daqing Kingdom and all the people related to the royal family.

He had heard from his father that the current king of Daqing had an uncle who did not like the royal life and insisted on becoming a monk. According to his age at that time, he should be over sixty years old.

Cheng Yi looked at the old monk in front of him. Could it be the same monk from that year?

Song Yanfeng also noticed the old monk's unusual martial arts moves. An Ye had been practicing martial arts with him since he was a child, and his martial arts skills were not much different from his own.

At this time, the two of them were evenly matched and the fight was almost a draw.

"Stop," Qu Qiuning shouted.

She saw that An Ye and the old monk each had their own strengths in martial arts, and if the fight continued, the old monk would lose in terms of physical strength.

When Qu Qiuning called for a stop, Bi Kong quickly retracted his hand and rubbed his waist with a distorted expression, "Ouch, my old waist! It hurts so much."

"Master, here you go. It won't hurt when you're full." Qu Xinglan handed a piece of chicken to Bikong.

"Oh, little baby, thank you, Master." Bi Kong took the chicken and stuffed his mouth full.

"You two have fought to a draw, and it's hard to tell who's better. I won't keep someone of unknown origin around me. For your safety, I have a pill here. You can't have any second thoughts after taking it, or you'll die of a broken heart."

After Qu Qiuning finished speaking, he took out a brown-black round pill from his sleeve and placed it in his hand, looking at Bikong.

"If you eat, you stay. If you don't eat, leave immediately."

Qu Qiuning's tone was very cold. In her heart, she still didn't want to take the old monk in. After all, this was ancient times, and she still had some doubts about this unfamiliar era.

She used this pill just to make Bikong give up.

Bikong walked closer to Qu Qiuning, looked at the pill in her hand, and suddenly patted the back of Qu Qiuning's hand from bottom to top.

The pill flew into the air and then fell down. Bikong raised his head, opened his mouth, and the pill fell into his mouth.

Bikong held the pill in his mouth, moved his lips, his eyes lit up, and asked Qu Qiuning with a smile:

"Girl, do you have any more of these pills? Give me a few more. I think they taste smooth and sweet, and are quite delicious."

After hearing Bikong's question, Qu Qiuning almost vomited blood. Why didn't this old man play by the rules?

How could those chocolate beans not be smooth and silky!

"Aren't you afraid that the medicine will kill you?" Qu Qiuning glared at Bikong, turned and walked towards the carriage, talking as he walked.

"Pack your things and get going."

Everyone immediately packed up and got on the carriage. The old monk wanted to get on Song Yanfeng's carriage, but when he saw the men inside looking at him strangely, he had to retract his steps and turn to Qu Qiuning's carriage.

"Master, come up quickly, I will help you."

Fatty stretched out her hand with a smile, held Bikong's arm and pulled him, and Bikong got on the carriage.

Qu Xinglan looked at Bikong and patted the seat next to him. Bikong sat down next to Qu Xinglan with a smile.

Yunfeng drove the carriage carefully on the small road. Cheng Yi and Song Yanfeng's carriages were quiet, but Qu Qiuning's carriage was very lively.

Monk Bikong kept talking about this and that, making Yan'er and Qu Xinglan laugh non-stop.

Qu Qiuning sighed. In her opinion, aren't monks usually taciturn and not good at speaking? Especially those highly respected abbots.

While Qu Qiuning and his party were riding in a carriage heading north, Lan Zheng, the chief of an ancient tribe called the Ling Clan, was holding a letter in the east of Daqing.

Lan Zheng looked at the words on the letter carefully with a frown on his face. The letter was sent back by Lan Changyuan, saying that a girl with special abilities was discovered, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Lan Changyuan asked him to check whether there was any descendant of the Lan family living outside. Changyuan suspected that the girl might be related to their spirit race.