disguised holy monk

In the room, Xuanqing and Amaro lay down and sat, and both of them had already entered the dreamland.

The man who was waiting for the Huanmeng Incense looked at the two of them from time to time, and waited until the incense was burned out. If the two of them didn't wake up, they could only wake them up forcefully. At that time, they might cause great harm to Xuan Qing who was pregnant with the child gu.

At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open, and the silver ornaments in Miao clothes jingled.

"Young patriarch?" The man was taken aback and stood up quickly.

After receiving the news, Yue Quian, who rode over overnight, kicked the man to the ground, her beautiful face was as cold as frost, and said angrily: "Who allowed you to use the same dream Gu?"

The man naturally knew Yue Qiaoran's method of making life worse than death, knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, "Young patriarch, this is all the idea of ​​the archmage..."

Yue Qing's chest heaved in anger, she glanced into the room, Xuan Qing's injury was just right, her complexion was still a little pale, at this time Duan Duan was lying on the bed, her face was calm and she didn't seem to have encountered any difficulties.

On the other side, Amaro sat cross-legged on the slum, with a faint determination to win in his eyes.

Yue Quietly managed to calm down, she knew that she was late, and if Xuan Qing was forcibly awakened at this time, it would only hurt him more.

She pointed at Xuan Qing, and asked in a cold voice: "What are the conditions for him to wake up by himself?"

The man also noticed that Yue Qiaoran seemed to be taking extra care of this monk, and his voice trembled, "Yes...unless he kills...or is killed..."

"The archmage is really a good trick..." Yue Qiao laughed angrily, the reality of this dream is no different from making Xuan Qing feel the feeling of killing someone with his own hands.

It's just a pity that Amaro's status in front of the King of Xiyi is that his father is afraid of him three points, so she naturally can't attack him blatantly.

She wrote down this account first.

Yue Quietly's delicate brows were cold, she thought for a moment, then suddenly gritted her teeth, took the remaining Zigu and used it herself.

The man was taken aback, "Young patriarch, you are..."

"Shut up and guard the door." Yue Quietly finished her orders coldly, then lay down on the other side and fell into a dream.

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As soon as the Huanmeng Incense was lit, Xuanqing felt the world spinning in front of him, and when everything returned to calm, he was riding steadily on the official road.

In it, except the dreamer who will act according to their usual personality, the rest are just tools of the dreamer, in other words, NPCs, who will perfect the dream according to the personality given to them by the dreamer.

The dream will have the least impact on the person who has the mother Gu, and he can clearly realize that it is a dream, but the person who has the child Gu will temporarily lose his memory in the dream, and only remember the identity in the dream.

Because of taking Huxin Pill, Xuanqing can still clearly realize that he is in a dream.

And his identity in the dream is Bai Xuanqing, the elder brother of the Qingyun sect. He is dressed in a white shirt embroidered with blue clouds, a gold silk belt around his waist, and white cloud pattern boots on his feet.Bai Yuguan tied half of her black hair, and the remaining half was scattered behind her.

His face did not change, his facial features were still as handsome as a fairy in the dust, the red mole on his forehead became more dazzling, and his bright eyes were bright and shining.Riding on a horse with a long sword in his hand, he is just like a young hero with a high-spirited appearance.

Xuan Qing tugged at the ink-black hair behind him in disbelief... Damn it!I have hair!

Just when he was pulling his hair twice contentedly, suddenly there was a sound of fighting with swords clashing.

With a calm face, he put down the hand pulling his hair, and drove forward, and saw a group of ferocious men who looked like bandits surrounding a caravan.The guards in the caravan were fighting with them, but they were obviously not their opponents. Most of them were injured. The women and children in the caravan were hiding beside the carriage and shivering.

"Stop!" Xuan Qing frowned slightly, pulled out his long sword, and with a light tap of his toes, he flew from the horse to the front.

The eyes of the people in the caravan brightened as if they had met a savior, "Heroes, help! These bandits not only want to rob money, but also want to take away our wife!"

The gangster headed by him was strong and fierce, and he looked at Xuanqing's quiet and handsome appearance with eagle eyes, only to feel that it was another rich man who came to roam the rivers and lakes, so he couldn't help snorting, "Stinky boy, get out, your grandpa's knife doesn't recognize anyone! "

Xuan Qing smiled slightly, and reflexively wanted to say to him "Amitabha, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately"...

He forced his way back, raised his long sword slightly, and persuaded him with kind words: "You all must have parents and children to raise. Why do you do these evil things of robbing houses and killing others? It's better to stop and go with me." I'm going to see the officer..."

"Meet the official?..." It was the first time a group of bandits heard that someone would take them to meet the official. They laughed for a while, and then the bandit boss raised his blood-stained knife, spit and cursed: "Fucking hell!" , I can't stand you guys who are pedantic and preaching the most, brothers, hack him to death!"

After speaking, a group of people rushed over with knives.

Xuan Qing shook his head slightly, as if regretting their reluctance to stop, he waved his hand to make the caravan back, and then held his sword to resist the crowd.

The caravan's guards originally wanted to step forward to help, but they saw Xuanqing's fluttering white clothes, his long sword in his hand, his heroic movements, and his neat and beautiful sword moves.Being able to deal with these gangsters with ease, he couldn't help being grateful and admiring.

If you want to ask him why he is able to play with swords—why, he is not allowed to have this dream in his dream!

While beating someone, Xuanqing was still thinking, Amaro was created in a dream, why did he ask him to save someone as soon as he came here?

He should know that this dream cannot trap Xuan Qing, what he wants is to use the reality of the dream to make him experience a big change to change his xinxing.

...That's even more impossible!Leaving aside that he has a system, he is a holy son with a "Buddha heart"!

Xuan Qing thought, wondering if saving people in the dream counts as his merit?

He secretly checked the system - although it was pitifully small, a little was added!

Now Xuan Qing played with even more enthusiasm!It's just that he didn't kill them, he just resisted with his sword and slapped them flying with his palm. After a while, a group of people fell to the ground, wailing.

"Spare me, hero, spare my life!" The bandit boss knelt in front of him, almost crying.

Only then did Xuan Qing take back the long sword, stepped forward and said softly: "Are you willing to go to the government to confess your crime with me now?"

"Yes, yes!" The man nodded repeatedly, but in the next moment, he suddenly raised his hand and sprayed a white mist.

Xuan Qing waved his sleeves to resist in time, but still accidentally lost his eyes, and his eyes were burning hot for a while.

The man cursed with a sinister smile, "I'll go to your mother's palace!" As he spoke, the big knife in his hand flashed with silver light, stabbing Xuanqing's chest and abdomen straight.

Even though Xuanqing's eyes hurt, he could still avoid the knife, but before he moved, the man screamed, his arm flew out, and the knife fell to the ground.

——"So, as a human being, you can't be too soft-hearted."

A low, lazy voice came from the tree on one side, and the man flew down to the ground, still playing with the two leaves he had just picked.

Xuanqing's eyes were poisoned and he couldn't see in the dream at this time, but his consciousness was still clear!

The man in front of him appeared in a red robe with black hair, thick eyebrows and deep eyes, handsome facial features as if carved by a knife, and the corners of his lips curled up in a smile that was not a smile. Isn't this the long-haired Amaro?

Xuan Qing: hetui...how shameless, he made himself so handsome in his dream!