Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Lu Hao was very satisfied with Zhao Yan's performance, so he decided to help her get the sword back.

Now he has practiced the sword shadow spectrometry to the eighth level. With a random sword light, the low-level magic weapon in the old man's hand was broken into two halves, and even a blood mark appeared between his eyebrows.

"Should we kill this man or keep him?" Lu Hao said, looking at the beautiful woman.

The old man was completely unable to resist. The gap between his cultivation and Lu Hao's was huge. He knew that the beautiful woman in front of him was holding his life in his hands. He could only kowtow continuously and slap himself in the face, begging for mercy.

"Please kill this man!" The beautiful woman said coldly without any hesitation.

This person was responsible for the death of her husband. Now that she has the help of a noble person, she must avenge him.

"I only promised you to catch up with this man, but I didn't say to kill him. It's difficult now!" Lu Hao looked at the beautiful woman with burning eyes.

"Meng De, I do!" The beautiful woman's face flushed, and Lu Hao's thoughts were all written on her face.

"Madam, if you have a wish, Meng De will do his best!" Lu Hao was quite satisfied.

It is good to have a high level of cultivation, and you must practice well in the future.

His powerful spiritual consciousness condensed into a beam of white light and entered the old man's sea of ​​consciousness. This man had killed many people in his life, so it was not unfair for him to take action now.

A sharp sword light slashed through the old man's neck, and he fell in a pool of blood with almost no resistance.

The ninth level of Qi Refining almost completely crushes the fourth level of Qi Refining.

The beautiful woman took away the sword and the old man's storage bag. The hatred in her heart gradually dissipated with the old man's death.

"Madam, it's time!" Lu Hao smiled and didn't think there was anything wrong.

There is no reward without effort. It is impossible for me to avenge her by myself. There will be no benefit at all. Besides, it is a matter of mutual consent. From beginning to end, Lu Hao did not force her at all. It was the beautiful woman's own choice.

As for the old man he killed, he was also a vicious person. If he was really a good person, Lu Hao would never kill him.

After her revenge was achieved, Zhao Yan hoped that Lu Hao would take her to a place to comfort her soul in heaven.

Just like when Tathagata came, the two of them flew away on flying swords.

Since Lu Hao didn't know the way, Zhao Yan guided him all the way.

The sun has risen and the sunlight has been shining down. Lu Hao and the beautiful woman landed on a mountain.

"Sir, I'm afraid you need to be more careful during the day!"

This is a green mountain with towering ancient trees and spreading old vines. The scenery along the way is like a beautiful painting with rugged rocks.

A breeze blows by, giving people a fresh and natural feeling.

On a mountain road, a cowherd boy was sitting on the oxback mountain, and in front of him was an old man wearing a bamboo hat, walking forward holding the cow rope.

A strange demonic sound echoed through the mountains and forests.

"Grandpa, it seems like there is a voice shouting!" The cowherd boy couldn't help but say when he heard the sound.

"Maybe it's a goblin in the mountains!" Grandpa blushed and sighed.

The cowherd boy looked at the flocks of birds and beasts startled and seemed to be lost in thought.

That day, until evening.

The two of them took out their flying swords and set off again.

Zhao Yan was very conflicted, but she kept comforting herself in her heart. If it weren't for Lu Hao, with her own cultivation level, she would probably never be able to take revenge in her lifetime.

After two days of travel, Lu Hao and Zhao Yan finally arrived at their destination.

There is a mountain ahead, which is very desolate and uninhabited.

On a small hill, there is a tombstone with Wei Yun’s Tomb engraved on it.

After hearing Zhao Yan's introduction, she learned that this man and she had been childhood sweethearts and had been together since childhood. However, he was killed by someone, and he was only in his twenties when he died, which was very young.

"Thanks to the help of Master Meng De today, I finally helped you avenge your great revenge!" Zhao Yan burst into tears and cried very sadly. It can be seen that she still has very deep feelings for this person.

Seeing that she was sad, Lu Hao helped her up, but he was still holding up the fruit of the line.

Zhao Yan hurriedly took two steps back and managed to avoid it.

"This woman, is she trying to tear down the bridge after crossing it?" Lu Hao was furious.

But after thinking about it, he felt relieved. Since he was already here, if the monk could run away, how could the temple also run away?

Lu Hao cut down trees all around and built a temporary house here. It must be said that his craftsmanship was pretty good. The wooden house was built in just half an hour.

"I'm a little tired. Can you help me go into the house to rest?" Lu Hao suddenly felt like he was sick.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Yan hurriedly helped it into the inner room, and then sat down on the chair herself.

"Much better now!" Lu Hao said in shock.

He mysteriously took out a bag of tea from a jade box and began to brew Bi Luochun tea.

Every time I have a headache, I drink a sip to relieve the pressure in my heart.

"How is this tea?" Zhao Yan asked curiously when she saw Lu Hao constantly praising it.

"Not bad." Lu Hao was never stingy about sharing good things, so he made a cup for her as well.

Seeing that Lu Hao treated people sincerely, Zhao Yan also talked openly about some of his cultivation experiences.

"Are you planning to stay here in the future?" Lu Hao said, looking at the two particularly thick red lips.

"We don't know yet!" Zhao Yan's voice came out with difficulty.

"Everything is unpredictable. I don't know if we will meet again in the future." Lu Hao sighed with a shudder in his heart.

"It's best if we don't meet again." This was Zhao Yan's inner thoughts, but on the surface she said: "Yes, I don't know when we will meet again."

Lu Hao rubbed his temples, feeling a little distressed. He finally had a long-term friend and didn't want to lose him just like that.