The girl followed the two of them from a distance, and didn't make any movement, she just followed closely. Sometimes Chen Jiu turned her head to look at her, and she stayed where she was a little bit aggrieved, waiting for a while, and then slowly followed.
Chen Jiu also had no way to deal with the girl, so he just didn't want to leave. It would be impossible to punch the girl.
Tell her to call senior brother Jing Zhenghong, if she doesn't go, just follow her.
The strange combination of the three slowly entered the city gate. Some monks recognized the girl and came forward to have a warm chat.
The girl just said something perfunctory and continued to hang behind Chen Jiu.
When Chen Jiu and Li Xian arrived at the inn where they were staying, the girl still followed, and even quickened her pace to catch up in a hurry.
Chen Jiu turned his head and sighed, rather helplessly said: "You call Jing Zhenghong, and the Feijian will be returned to you, how about it?"
The girl shook her head, "Brother Jing's sword is very heavy."
When Chen Jiu heard this, he was unhappy, and rolled up his sleeves, "I also have heavy fists, so you ask him to come and talk to me face to face."
Li Xian was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he kept nodding his head, "Call me, call me, hit me with one punch."
The girl sniffled, but shook her head without explaining.
She was afraid that if Senior Brother Jing was really called, the two of them might die.
Although they stole their own flying swords, following along, they felt that people should not be considered bad, far from being worthy of death.
Seeing the girl shaking her head, Chen Jiu wondered, "Why, are you still having convulsions?"
Li Xian nodded, "Indeed."
Chen Jiu slapped him on the back of the head, "Are you sure about you, find a way."
Li Xian spread his hands, "Then if you hit me, I won't come."
The two stared at each other, a little embarrassed, after all, they had never dealt with the problem of convulsions.
The girl stretched out her hand, wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve, shook her head and whispered, "I'm not convulsed, I'm just angry."
Chen Jiu frowned, "What should I do then?"
The girl rubbed her eyes, blinked twice, and suggested, "Give me back the flying sword, and I won't be angry."
"Then go and call Jing Zhenghong."
"not called."
Chen Jiu folded his hands on his chest with a serious expression, "Then I'm angry too."
The girl pursed her lips, pulled her small face, and snorted, "I'm angry too!"
Li Xian glanced left and right, with a serious expression on his face, folded his hands on his chest, and let out a cold snort.
"I'm angry too."
This is the most standard pooping butt itch.
Three legs stand together.
Chen Jiu turned to look at the young man, and asked in doubt, "Why are you angry?"
Li Xian asked back, "Then what happened to you?"
Chen Jiu spread his hands, "I'm not angry, I'm just pretending."
Li Xian smiled, "Me too."
The two looked at each other.
Chen Jiu slapped him on the back of the head, and said angrily, "You put it aside and repeat."
Li Xian slapped his mouth and began to think about why he was always beaten.
Now I'm really angry, only the girl is left.
The three of them stood under the inn, without saying a word, they just stood there, which was quite strange and attracted the attention of others.
Chen Jiu waved his hand and said indifferently: "Follow if you want, I'm going to sleep."
He turned around and walked up to the inn, Li Xian followed him.
The girl hesitated for a while, her pretty face blushed, she lowered her head, and followed the two in silence.
But when she got to the house, the girl was too embarrassed to go in, so she just stood outside the door with her arms crossed.
Some passing residents looked at the girl in surprise, but they didn't come to meddle in other people's business.
Chen Jiu and Li Xian leaned against the door and window and looked out.
Li Xian was puzzled and said, "Why is she still standing outside? She doesn't need to go home, does she? The sun is almost setting..."
Li Xian paused for a moment, then wondered in a low voice: "Does she have no home?"
Chen Jiu turned his head, looked at him quietly, and asked slowly with the young man's puzzled expression: "Your ancestral home is from Zu'an, right? It can be seen that the old ancestor is from An'an."
The young man scratched his head, "I don't know where my ancestral home is. Master picked me up."
Chen Jiu nodded, "The old orphan."
The two were silent for a while.
Li Xian suddenly asked, "What about you?"
"What?"
"Are you an orphan?"
"I am your father."
Li Xian was silent for a while, then said slowly, "My father died a long time ago."
Chen Jiu was taken aback for a moment, but shook his head, "That's all right."
The two stayed here again to observe the girl outside.
The girl folded her hands on her chest, sniffed her nose, her eyes were red, coupled with the shy blush on her face, it should be pitiful.
She had been standing in the corridor outside this door for more than an hour, and the originally dim sky was about to be covered with a bright moon.
During this period, some men came to talk to them, but the girl waved their hands and shook their heads politely, and then stood silently.
Wait until the moonlight hangs in the night sky.
The door of the room opened suddenly, Chen Jiu and Li Xian came out, glanced at the girl, and asked.
"I'm going to eat hot pot, are you coming?"
The girl sniffled and whispered, "Give me back the flying sword."
Li Xian said angrily, "Give me back your hammer."
The girl's eyes were slightly red again, and she threatened with no confidence: "If you don't pay me back, I'm going to use magic tricks. My strikes are not serious. If I hurt you, it will be bad."
Li Xian immediately became unhappy when he heard this, so he stood up and shouted loudly.
"Who do you look down upon?!"
The girl sniffed again in grievance, and her eyes became even redder.
Chen Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth.
It really makes sense for Hanpi to restrain all bells and whistles.
The girl seemed about to cry.
Chen Jiu hurriedly asked the two to eat hot pot together. As soon as Li Xian heard that there was something to eat, he stopped talking and followed Chen Jiu.
The girl wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, and followed the two with red eyes.
When passers-by saw it, they thought how Chen Jiu and the two had bullied the woman behind them. There was a monk who claimed to be a knight.
"You two dignified men, how dare you bully a weak girl like this, what shame is there! If I meet you today, you will do justice for the sky!"
During the words of the white shirt and swordsman, his eyes were mostly looking at the girl, sizing up her face and figure.
Some monks and passers-by who knew the girl's identity were even more surprised when they saw it.
When did this female sword cultivator with a high status in the south of the city need help from others?
Weizai Weizai.
These monks and passers-by all have strange eyes.
The white shirt and swordsman said in a dignified tone: "Girl, don't be afraid. Although I have just entered this Kongtong secret realm not long ago, I have already cultivated in the three realms, and I have already found my way to sword cultivation. I still have some contacts in this city. How can I deal with this?" It's small, but it's more than enough!"
There are monks booing nearby.
"This Chen Xiaoren is really a small boy, fellow daoists, hurry up and get rid of the harm!"
The swordsman in white shirt looked at Chen Jiu with an angry expression on his face, then turned his head to look at the girl, and said in awe-inspiring way: "What's the girl's difficulty, tell me, I'll make this Xiaoxiao retreat with a single sword!"
The girl sniffed and shook her head lightly, "It's fine."
Chen Jiu raised his eyebrows.
With a conscience, it is not in vain to treat her to hot pot.
Chen Jiu rolled up his sleeves, suppressed the urge to punch the white shirted monk in the face, and explained to him: "This knight, we have nothing to do, we just go to eat hot pot together, she was so excited, she cried Get some out."
The white shirt and swordsman looked furious, and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Chen Jiu glanced at the girl, "If you don't believe me, ask her if we want to eat hot pot together."
He also rolled up the sleeve of the other hand, and if the girl said no later, if this idiot with a white shirt and a sword dared to draw a sword, he would punch his entire face, anyway, he looks ugly anyway.
Fortunately, the girl nodded, and said aggrievedly: "We are going to eat hot pot."
Chen Jiu put down his sleeves again, counting the fool in white shirt as lucky.
Li Xian still looked dazed, his mind was not clear about the situation, he smacked his mouth twice, and decided not to think about it, just wait for the hot pot.
The white shirt and swordsman looked suspicious, full of disbelief, and asked: "Girl, are you threatened by these two people and dare not speak, don't be afraid, tell Song, Song will protect you and eradicate Xiaoxiao!"
Chen Jiu rolled up his sleeves angrily.
This guy isn't done yet, is he?
The onlookers nearby shouted, and it helped the white-clothed monk's confidence, thinking that today is a great day to eliminate demons, defend the way, and win the favor of beauties.
Chen Jiu really didn't want to talk to him, so he called out to Li Xian, "Let's go."
Li Xian, who was thinking about what to do with the hot pot later, immediately followed after hearing this.
The white-clothed monk stepped forward, blocked the two, and said with a sneer, "I want to leave, but I want to leave today without giving an explanation. Isn't it too good to think?"
Chen Jiu looked at him and thought about it carefully, whether to hit this person on the left cheek or the right cheek.
Suddenly there was a sound nearby.
"What are you doing all around here?!"
The surrounding people were noisy at first, like a frightened bird, they became quiet for an instant, bowed their heads and scattered in all directions.
On the street, a woman walking slowly with a wine jug.
In this snowy winter, the woman is still wearing thin and thin clothes, her body is slender, and she is holding a flagon dangling, as if she is about to be blown down by the cold wind.
She approached and stared, and saw the young girl, holding a jug, and greeted warmly, "It's Sister Yu, where is Jing Zhenghong? Ask him to fight."
The girl's eyes were a little erratic, and she just replied, "Senior Sister Li, Senior Brother Jing is not free."
The well-dressed woman wondered and murmured, "Why is there no time every day, could it be that he shitted in the latrine?"
The girl watched her heart, shook her head and said, "I don't know."
Chen Jiu has one head and two big ones, so why did another person emerge?
Li Xian's affairs have nothing to do with him, and he hangs up high, thinking about what to do next.
Although the white-clothed monk didn't understand the ins and outs of the matter, he roughly knew that the two pretty girls should be acquainted. At this time, his heart was even more excited, and he said to the woman in the strong suit.
"Girl, your junior sister was coerced by these two people and couldn't help herself. Don't be afraid. After Song Mou has taught these two Xiaoxiao a lesson, I will send you back."
The well-dressed woman glanced at him, and said disdainfully, "Are you pretending to be you?"
The white-clothed cultivator was awe-inspiring, and was about to speak again, when his expression was suddenly startled, and he dared not answer: "Girl, what did you say?!"
Chen Jiu's eyes lit up, and he felt that this well-dressed woman was a sensible person.
The well-dressed woman ignored the white-clothed monk, turned to the girl and asked, "Junior Sister Yu, what are you going to do?"
The girl looked at Chen Jiu, pouted her lips, and said unwillingly, "Senior Sister Li, let's go eat hot pot."
The well-dressed woman turned her head to look at the white-clothed monk, holding a flagon, and said only one sentence.
"roll."
The white-shirted monk was so insulted that he drew out his sword in a panic and cursed, "Two sluts!"
In the distance, there were some monks hiding to watch the excitement, they all shook their heads and sighed, thinking that the life of this white-clothed monk was not long.
The well-dressed woman took a sip of the wine from the jug, then grinned.
He punched the white-shirted monk to the gate of the city, spanning hundreds of meters, and his life and death were unknown.
The well-dressed woman tossed the flagon, and walked away without much interest.
The monks watching all around retreated in fear.
Li Yang, the peak of physical cultivation in the south of the city, since the last time he asked the tenth person in the boxing city, he has the title of the eleventh in the city.