In the Apartment: My Cute Girlfriend

"The donor is indeed quite intelligent." The skinny monk seemed to have a glint in his eyes for the first time.

Seeing that the Sweeping Monk seemed to be about to say something, Yang Yu hurriedly interrupted him.

"It's not finished yet."

"After listening to this, Miss Xiu said, 'You have the Three Refuges, but I have the Four Refuges. Do you want to listen?'"

The young monk asked curiously, "What are the Four Refuges?"

"Take refuge in the Buddha."

“Take refuge in the Dharma.”

"Take refuge in the Sangha."

"Every time Miss Xiu recited a sentence, the little monk followed suit. Until..."

"Convert to Xiu Miss."

"However, the little monk could no longer recite. No matter how much Miss Xiu begged, the little monk never opened his mouth again."

"Later, Miss Xiu became disappointed and left, and never came back."

"The young monk had been hoping that Miss Xiu would appear before him again, but what he waited for was the old monk's retelling: Miss Xiu had married."

"The young monk was struck by lightning when he heard the news. He was in a daze for a few days before he happened to hear news about Miss Xiu again."

"The little monk rushed out excitedly, but he could no longer see Miss Xiu's pretty face. Instead, he saw her urn."

"Miss Xiu chose to commit suicide on the day of her wedding, and a letter was left next to her body."

"It says here that she wishes to be buried here. Since you can't leave, I'll stay with you."

"The little monk stared blankly at everything before him. As the urn was buried and the tombstone was erected, the little monk knew that the beautiful girl would never come back."

"Anita Buddha, my worldly ties have been cut off, and I am not far from Buddha." The skinny monk put his hands together.

"Really? Is that what you think?" Yang Yu continued without any emotion.

"The young monk stared blankly at the tombstone for a long time, and the old monk came to persuade him."

"This is your tribulation. If you can get through it, you will reach the other shore."

"But the little monk only asked one question."

"Why don't you save her?"

"Looking at the tombstones in front of me, the memories of the past seem to be right in front of me."

"That beautiful face seems to still be clearly visible."

"That last story seems to ring in my ears again."

"As the story ends."

"Take refuge in the Buddha."

“Take refuge in the Dharma.”

"Take refuge in the Sangha."

"Those words that I couldn't say before, now I can't wait to say them."

"Convert to Xiu Miss."

"It's a pity that it's too late after all."

"Anita Buddha, what a pity, the Buddha's fate has come, but one thing has blinded you and you have strayed into the devil's way." The skinny monk seemed to be really sighing and felt pity for the little monk.

"Really? Let me make it clear in advance that I have no prejudice against Buddha. What I hate are you guys who call yourselves Buddhas, because in order to become Buddhas, you have lost your humanity." Yang Yu growled in a low voice at the Sweeping Monk with a cold face.

Seeing that the Sweeping Monk was about to say something, Yang Yu interrupted him directly, "It's impossible to reason with each other now. In the martial arts world, after all, it all comes down to physics."

"Oh." The Sweeping Monk sighed heavily, seeming to be really sorry.

Yang Yu was on full alert and took the first step.

"Unparalleled Sword Box, open."

"Yunsuo!"

"Qingshuang!"

"Wrap your fingers softly!"

"Yu Ruyi!"

"Phoenix Flute!"

"Butterfly!"

"Red leaves!"

"Jueying!"

"Kill!"

"Destroy the robbery!"

"out!!!"

In an instant, the ten swords in the Wushuang Sword Box flew up at the same time, carrying boundless sword energy towards the Sweeping Monk.

However, faced with such an attack, the Sweeping Monk did not move, as if he had given up resistance.

But how could Yang Yu believe that the Sweeping Monk would really give up resistance? Not only did he not hesitate at all, he also improved his skills a bit, and the speed of the ten flying swords also increased a bit.

As expected, when the ten flying swords were three feet away from the Sweeping Monk, they all stopped in mid-air and kept shaking, as if they were blocked by something.

Yang Yu showed an expression that it was as he expected. After all, although the Sweeping Monk's martial arts style and origin were unknown, his three-foot air wall was well-known.

Yang Yu wanted to control the flying swords and retract them, but the ten swords were shaking as they moved. It was just that they couldn't move forward before, and now they couldn't move backward.

So Yang Yu directly released the Wushuang Sword Box and started the Super Saiyan mode, which is the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art mode. However, through Yang Yu's research, he has been able to change the color of only the hair, without exploding clothes or turning the whole body into gold.

Because whether you are strong or not is a matter of version. If you can't beat him, you can just use cheats, but whether you are handsome or not is an eternal question.

Yang Yu jumped closer and then threw a fierce straight punch with a whistling sound. Even the seemingly indifferent Sweeping Monk was startled by the punch.

Although this punch was still blocked by the three-foot air wall, it was visibly unstable with the air wall becoming unstable with the air constantly reverberating, and the ten swords also began to loosen.

Yang Yu smiled lightly. Just as he expected, no matter how strong the Sweeping Monk was, he could not remain indifferent to this punch when facing attacks from all directions.

The Sweeping Monk frowned, and he was beginning to lose control of the swords around him. However, if he continued to forcibly maintain this situation, as time passed, he would be unable to withstand Yang Yu's fist.

The Sweeping Monk was still thinking about how to respond, but Yang Yu was not stupid enough to give him any more chances. He kept bombarding the three-foot air wall with one punch faster than the other. When he was so happy, Yang Yu even started kicking.

Each of Yang Yu's punches and kicks was extremely powerful. The Sweeping Monk was no longer as calm as he was at the beginning. Looking at his own energy wall shaking constantly, the Sweeping Monk knew that time was running out.

Sure enough, soon after Yang Yu threw another punch, Gengzhe threw a roundhouse kick. Yang Yu instantly felt that he had regained control of the ten swords. After Yang Yu smiled triumphantly, with a wave of his right hand, the ten swords regained their freedom and flew happily in the sky.

The Sweeping Monk couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that things could not be resolved peacefully. He had to take action now even if he shouldn't.

The Sweeping Monk finally put down his hands that had been clasped together. The look in his eyes when he looked at Yang Yu no longer revealed false compassion, but was extremely sharp. It seemed that the Sweeping Monk was really serious this time.

Yang Yu did not dare to be careless. Facing a top-level master like the Sweeping Monk, both the story at the beginning and the subsequent fight were just prelude.

The two swords, Yunsuo and Qingshuang, came with the power of wind and thunder, but the Sweeping Monk just raised his hand lightly and actually grasped the two extremely sharp swords with his bare hands.

Yang Yu's face changed. The Sweeping Monk had extremely powerful internal strength, but did he actually have such a terrifying horizontal training?

Yang Yu's inner monologue: "Author, what kind of description is this? Why does it reveal a sense of, hey, you know what I mean, change it quickly, don't force me to transform and cheat directly."