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Chapter 380 Ling Jiaoyue pretended to be dead, appearing holy on the surface, but secretly...

"Rumble--"

There was constant thunder in the sky and the rain was getting heavier.

Lu Zhan held up the True Qi shield to block out the heavy rain. The night was dark in the mountains and forests, and the True Qi emitted a faint fluorescence, which carried a bit of quiet and ethereal air.

"It's raining so hard outside, let's go back to the cave and take a rest."

Lu Zhan grabbed Jiang Ningshuang's wrist. It was raining so hard outside. Even if he was a beast, he couldn't let Jiang Jiang guard the door.

Jiang Ningshuang felt sweet inside, but her happiness only lasted for a moment. She was worried that the divine fire essence would affect Lu Zhan, so she held Lu Zhan's hand and pretended to be mature, saying:

"Guanqi, you should go in. Refining the essence of the divine fire as soon as possible will also help your cultivation."

Lu Zhan rarely saw Jiang Jiang being so virtuous, and was still a little uncomfortable. He said, "Refining the essence of the divine fire is important, but I can't neglect you. It's the middle of the night and it's raining, I can't do this."

Jiang Ningshuang's face flushed red, thinking that Lu Zhan didn't want to lose sight of the big picture, so he pulled her in to warm up with her first, and hurriedly said, "I'll talk about it when I... when I get to Qingzhou!"

...

Jiang Ningshuang puffed up her cheeks and said, "I'm not wronged. Go quickly and make it up to me when you get to Qingzhou."

The dragon horse blinked, and before it could figure out what the two men meant, it saw Lu Zhan raise his hand. Then its eyes went dark, and it lost consciousness before it could even finish chewing the spiritual herb in its mouth.

Longma seemed to sense something and turned to look at them, blinking his big eyes blankly.

"You really don't feel wronged?" Lu Zhan asked directly.

Although he was still feeling aggrieved just now, aggrieved that he was deceived by Ling Jiaoyue, he even felt that he could take the lead and let Ling Jiaoyue eat the leftovers.

Ling Jiaoyue pursed her lips and said, "It must be very tired on the way. Let it have a good sleep."

But when this opportunity really came, Jiang Ningshuang was a little hesitant.

Lu Zhan was originally concerned about Jiang Jiang's feelings, but seeing how sincere she was, he did not refuse and said, "Okay."

But now Ling Jiaoyue was following them. Jiang Ningshuang felt her scalp tingling when she thought about her and Lu Zhan warming up inside while Ling Jiaoyue was listening outside.

If she performed well, Ling Jiaoyue would admire and envy her, but she had no experience. If she performed poorly, it would not be worth it to provoke Ling Jiaoyue's ridicule.

Seeing this, Lu Zhan stretched out his hand and climbed the mountain through his clothes.

Lu Zhan didn't think too much about it. He simply didn't want Jiang Jiang to guard the door outside. Just as he was about to persuade her again, Jiang Jiang became a little impatient and pushed him towards the cave.

The ice essence in her body and Lu Zhan's divine fire essence complement each other. When she was practicing in the mountain gate before, she had no chance to practice together with Lu Zhan. Now that she finally has the opportunity, Lu Zhan is not interested.

She raised her head and said:

"Oh... Guanqi, don't waste time, just go quickly. When we get to Qingzhou, even if you want to go with her, I won't agree."

On the other hand, she herself took Lu Zhan's top-grade fairy flower and ate a lot of Lu Zhan's spiritual fruit, but she really didn't do anything for Lu Zhan...

It can be done even in an inn, but not in a cave for the first time.

"..."

Seeing him coming back, she opened her eyes and asked, "Want to start?"

When Lu Zhan saw her like this, the image of her riding a horse emerged in his mind. The contrast was indeed very interesting. Just as he was about to reach out his hand, he looked at the dragon horse in the corner.

Lu Zhan acted like a bully: "Don't resist, it's useless, just cooperate."

Lu Zhan took off his outer robe and asked, "Don't you want to ask about the situation outside?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Ningshuang frowned and said:

Lu Zhan turned back to the cave. It was quiet inside and Fairy Ling was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

……

"According to the speed of the dragon horse, it will take five days to reach Qingzhou without sleep. During this time, you will not have the opportunity to practice and refine the essence. After arriving in Qingzhou, you will be at the border of the Central Plains. There will be a lot of people there, and if you encounter any unexpected situation, you will need to bear it. Therefore, you should try your best to refine the essence first, as much as you can."

Ling Jiaoyue gave her body to Lu Zhan, and lowered her status to take the initiative to practice dual cultivation with Lu Zhan. Although it was because of the "Ice Essence", it was still given to Lu Zhan.

"..."

It was indeed a grievance, but Jiang Ningshuang felt that it was worth it.

Fairy Ling's face was as cold as ice, but her ears were red. She bit her lower lip and said, "Humph, I knew you would do this."

Here we go again...

In fact, she had been planning this event when she was in Bianjing, and even prepared many fancy clothes. Because of this, she felt that this event should have a sense of ceremony.

Ling Jiaoyue was a little anxious, but her face was still cold and indifferent. It would be difficult for her to just jump on the horse directly, as she couldn't do that kind of thing.

Of course, if she and Lu Zhan were here, they could sleep in the cave. The sky could be their blanket and the ground could be their bed. It was pretty wild to think about it.

Jiang Ningshuang blinked her almond-shaped eyes, thinking that she should not be stingy. As a wife, she should have the bearing of a wife.

Ling Jiaoyue's voice was a little indifferent. She felt in her heart that Lu Zhan did not take the essence seriously. However, although Lu Zhan did not take it seriously, she did.

Ever since she had been together with Lu Zhan, it was mostly Lu Zhan who took care of her, and she had hardly given anything in return.

Outside the cave, Jiang Ningshuang sat on a rock holding Xiaobai. After what had just happened, she felt much more at ease.

Although she felt a little aggrieved just now, it was just a grievance. Now that Lu Zhan came out to comfort her, she felt more at ease. She couldn't escape from watching the chess game after all, and it wouldn't be too late to eat after arriving in Qingzhou. She couldn't delay her business.

Lu Zhan nodded: "Okay..."

Ling Jiaoyue narrowed her eyes, looking like a cold goddess: "It's something I expected, why bother asking."

Although the result was always defending the goal, she felt frustrated just now, but now she was doing it willingly, at least the people watching the game cared about her emotions.

"Um…"

Just as my thoughts were drifting, a faint and ambiguous sound suddenly came from the rain.

Jiang Ningshuang was slightly stunned, then her face turned red. She reached out to cover Xiaobai's ears, but she instinctively pricked up her ears and listened carefully to the movements in the cave.

"hiss……"

Although the rain was heavy, it could not cover up the noise in the cave. Ling Jiaoyue's shy and charming voice was very different from her usual cold appearance.

Jiang Ningshuang was dismissive of this, thinking that Ling Jiaoyue was just pretending to be serious, which made her angry.

But Jiang Ningshuang had never experienced this before. Although she had read popular science books before, she knew nothing about real guns and live ammunition. She was angry while eavesdropping seriously.

After listening for a while, Jiang Ningshuang silently blocked her ears with her true Qi and clamped her legs tighter.

……

At that time, outside Qingzhou City.

Southern Xinjiang is located in a remote area and its weather is different from that of Great Zhou. The closer you get to Southern Xinjiang, the hotter the weather.

The snow in Bianjing City has not yet melted, but Qingzhou City is already covered with blooming spring flowers and drizzling rain.

There is a mountain outside Qingzhou City, named Kutuo Mountain, on which many temples were built. These temples were very popular in the previous dynasties, but with the unification of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Buddhism was no longer valued, and most of the once prosperous temples became deserted.

Nowadays, the temple at Kutuo Mountain is deserted, and only the ascetic monks who are traveling outside will stop and stay overnight when passing by Kutuo Mountain.

"Tap tap tap——"

The drizzle wet the mountain forest, and the dead leaves made a sound of being trampled. A monk in a white robe and a straw raincoat was hurrying on the road in the rain, hoping to reach the temple on Kutuo Mountain to rest before the rain got heavier.

The monk was walking hurriedly with a bag on his back and a blue book in his arms.

In the dim light, you can vaguely make out four large characters on the blue cover: Notes on Suppressing Demons.

The Monster-Suppressing Notes were produced by the Monster-Suppressing Bureau and were just recently introduced to Qingzhou.

Seeing that many people were interested in it, the monk also bought a copy, intending to use it as a reading material during his asceticism. However, before he could read it, it began to rain. He was afraid that the book would get wet, so he held the book in his arms.

"Crash-"

After passing through the dense forest, a large river appeared in front of them. Just as the monk was about to step onto the stone arch bridge, he suddenly heard a noise from the side.

It was a woman's voice: "Master..."

The night was silent. Although there were sounds of rain and flowing river, they were still not as pleasant as the woman's voice.

The monk paused, feeling a little uneasy.

He had just come down the mountain and practiced asceticism for less than half a year. Although he did not have much experience in the martial arts world, he had heard from his elders that if you meet women, children, or the elderly in the wilderness, you need to be extra careful, as they may be transformed into demons.

The monk exhaled slowly to calm himself down, then looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman emerging from the bridge hole.

The woman was wearing a gray-white monk's robe and a string of Buddhist beads around her neck. She was not wearing a monk's hat, revealing her bald head. She had a pretty face and a plump figure. She was actually a nun.

The monk was a little defensive at first, but when he saw that they were all Buddhist disciples, he relaxed a lot. He nodded slightly and performed a Buddhist salute:

"My name is Kong Hui. What can I do for you?"

The nun approached and looked a little nervous: "Don't go forward, there is a monster in the forest ahead."

The monk's scalp suddenly went numb, but he didn't want to show his weakness, so he forced himself to calm down and asked:

"Why do you say that? Although this is my first time in Qingzhou, I have heard that the Demon Suppression Office in Qingzhou is very diligent. If there really is a demon, I am afraid it would have been killed long ago."

Seeing that he didn't believe her, the nun looked a little sad. She grabbed the monk's wrist and whispered:

"The Demon Suppression Bureau is indeed very hardworking, but how can they catch all the demons in the world? Moreover, this place is in the middle of nowhere, and the Kutuo Mountain Temple has long been abandoned. Even if a passerby dies here, he will just be eaten by jackdaws. Who will help the dead to report to the authorities?"

The monk looked at the hand that was grabbing him, and became even more frightened. If there really was a demon, why would this nun dare to stay here?

Furthermore, which nun would behave so casually?

The monk had also heard of the story of "lewd monks and nuns", but he did not think that this would happen to him. As the saying goes, there must be something wrong when things are abnormal. He hugged the demon-suppressing notes in his arms, regretting that he had not read it yet. Now he could only improvise.

Thinking of this, the monk broke free from the nun's hand and asked, "According to you, what should I do?"

The nun twisted her body slightly, but saw that the monk was indifferent. She was a little disappointed and said, "If you don't want to die, hide in the bridge hole and wait until dawn before continuing your journey."

The monk hesitated: "Will it be inconvenient?"

The nun said, "You and I are both Buddhist disciples. When we are out and about, we should help each other. Why should we be so particular about trivial matters?"

The monk gritted his teeth and said calmly, "In that case, I will thank you. Please take my luggage to the bridge tunnel. I will go to the bathroom first."

The nun smiled, picked up her luggage, turned around and walked towards the bridge hole. Her voice came slowly: "You don't have to go too far. I won't peek."

"..."

The monk nodded slightly, and waited until the nun went into the bridge hole before he walked towards the woods on the side.

He walked slowly at first, but then he walked faster and faster until he was finally running.

The monk ran for a long distance in one breath until he could no longer see the road behind him. Until the drizzle in the sky stopped and the moon appeared from the clouds, he stopped and bent over to catch his breath.

But the moment he bent down, his face turned pale.

A gray figure appeared in front of him, standing quietly in front of him. He stared at the ground, raised his head with a stiff neck, and saw the nun smiling at him.