My Lady Is Not A Demon

The slight ‘swish’ sound from the worn-out broom was very clear in the quiet book court.

The kind-faced old monk had a very good temperament.

The face of Qingzhu was flushed with a child-like rosy complexion, and the long frost-white beard slowly moved with a graceful expression.

Just look at it, and you know that this person is an expert in the hidden world.

He was like a ghost that appeared abruptly, looking without any malice, but inexplicably giving people a sense of oppression and dared not get close.

At this time, Chen Mu was speechless.

There is a sweeping monk hidden in the dignified Yin & Yang Zongshu Pavilion? This is too beautiful.

"do you know him?"

Chen Mu turned to look at the young man next to him.

However, the girl's puzzled eyes had shown that she did not know this mysterious monk.

Could it be Tianjun's secret servant?

"Where did the master come from? Why is it in Yin & Yang Zongshu Pavilion?"

Chen Mu looked at the sweeping monk vigilantly.

The old monk wearing a shabby cap was serious and cleaned the ground with a gentle voice: "It doesn't matter where the poor monk comes from. The important thing is where the two come from, they should go back."

"I'll investigate the death of Tianjun. If you are Tianjun's servant, don't you want to know the real murderer?"

Chen Mu asked coldly.

The sweeping monk sighed and said quietly, "Isn't the real murderer already imprisoned in the Tower of Thought? Why bother to investigate."

"It's clear to everyone whether Da Si Ming is the murderer."

A touch of ridicule appeared to Chen Mu's mouth, deliberately using temptation and agitation. "You are so obstinate to stop, do you know who the real culprit is?"

The sweeping monk shook his head without speaking, and silently swept the ground.

Even if the ground is already spotless, he still sweeps very seriously. Every time the broom is swung, it seems to have a unique rhythm.

Chen Mu did not sense a strong aura from the opponent, but he understood that this old monk was definitely a top expert.

What should we do now?

Hard hitting is definitely impossible. If you really annoy the monk, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It seems that I can only go back and discuss it again.

Unwilling to reconcile Chen Mu continued to persuade: "Dasi Ming is also a direct disciple of Tianjun, and now he has been wronged as the real murderer. If he can't be redressed, he will definitely be put to death. You just watched her die like this?"

The sweeping monk remained silent.

From left to right, he sweeps the floor carefully step by step, not slowing down.

When he swept in front of Chen Mu, he said warmly: "Donor, please take a step back, thank you."

"Oh oh."

Chen Mu didn't dare to ask big, and took a step back.

After the cleaning, the sweeping monk came to the young man again, and his voice was still so kind and kind: "Donor, please take a step back."

But Shao Siming didn't move, his delicate eyes fixed on the opponent.

The sweeping monk smiled slightly and said: "Donor, please take a step back, the poor monk wants to clean up the book pavilion."

Shao Si Ming still stood still.

Chen Mu was flustered, and whispered to the girl's ear: "Let me give you a hand, let me tell you, generally this kind of low-key and ordinary sweeping monk, in fact, Cultivation Base is very scary. If you don't make a move, stop. , We have to lie down as soon as we shoot. This is my experience, not to lie to you."

In Chen Mu's world, the sweeping monk is an invincible existence.

You can provoke the abbot, but you must never provoke the monk.

Otherwise, just wait to be slapped in the face.

Facing Chen Mu's persuasion, the young man seemed to have not heard his fate, and stood quietly, staring at the old monk unblinkingly.

"Amitābha..."

The sweeping monk prayed with one hand and smiled and said: "Female donor, take a step back and broaden the sky."

This is already a warning!

Chen Mu's heartbeat quickened, and quietly pulled the girl's sleeve.

This girl's head is really iron, and of course it is also because of lack of experience, she can't be blamed.

"Female donor, retreat—"

Sweeping the monk's words had not yet finished, and the young man suddenly threw a punch.

The delicate Fenquan is very petite, fistful, but engulfed with majestic energy.

Chen Mu's expression changed drastically. He didn't expect that this girl would directly take action, just about to help withstand the counterattack of the sweeping monk, but saw the old monk spouting blood and flying upside down, hitting the wall heavily.

The air instantly became silent.

Chen Mu opened his mouth and looked at the sweeping monk who was constantly coughing. He was in a state of absolute bewilderment for a while.

What happened?

Why was this sweeping monk flying away with a punch? Is the script wrong?

On the other hand, Shao Si Ming looked calm.

She stepped forward lightly, but Chen Mu grabbed her fragrant shoulder and sneered with disdain: "I've seen him as a paper tiger, let me come!"

After speaking, the man rushed over.

Then he punched and kicked the monk.

"Pretend to be forced!"

"The sweeping monk is invincible, right!"

"Scare daddy, right!"

"You got a kick! What a special look! It's clearly a pirated version!"

"..."

Chen Mu became more and more angry and more angry. He tore off his hat and slapped a dozen slaps against his bald head. The seeds were all red.

The dignified catcher was actually planted in the hands of a monk with a stick.

What a shame!

If it weren't for a young man, it would be a shame!

"stop fighting!"

"If you fight again, you will kill! Heroes spare your life! Don't fight!"

"Help!"

"..."

The sweeping monk hugged his head and wailed and begged for mercy, where there was still the spirit that was floating like a fairy just now.

After a long while, Chen Mucai stopped his fists and panting.

He leaned against the wall slowly, grabbed the hem of the young man’s skirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the girl: "From the first sight of this guy’s appearance, I knew he was Liar, as expected!"

The arrogant man completely forgot how he was bluffed by the other party just now.

Shao Siming lowered his head and glanced at the hem of the soiled skirt, his eyebrows were frowned, but he was not angry. He looked at the beaten-up old monk with a swollen nose and asked with his beautiful eyes.

The beating by the old monk at this time was called a miserable one.

My eyes were so swollen that I couldn't open them anymore.

Chen Mu picked up the broom and flicked his ass twice, cursing, "Say, where did you come from? Are you a thief."

"Stop fighting, I said... I said..."

Seeing Chen Mu roll up his sleeves, the old monk's face paled and he hurriedly said. "I am not a thief. My name is Dugu Shenyou. I was arrested by Tianjun ten years ago. I have always been in Yin & Yang Sect."

Lonely wandering?

How does this name sound like a second-degree.

He looked at the young man, who also shook his head, saying that he had never heard of it.

"But why hasn't my wife seen you?"

Chen Mu kicked.

Of course, whether the wife here refers to "Young Si Ming" or "Yun Zhiyue", only the man himself knows.

The old monk gasped and smiled bitterly: "I have been imprisoned in the Dark Sky Prison until I came out a month ago. In order to find a way to remove the toxins from my body, I sneaked into the Book Pavilion."

Dark Hell?

Chen Mu frowned, turned his head and asked curiously at the young man, "Where is this place?"

Shao Si ordered Xing's eyes to draw a surprise.

She pondered for a moment, staring at the old monk and shook her head slightly.

Chen Mu said: "My wife...'s junior sister said that this is impossible. Except for the Heavenly King to open The Underworld, it is impossible for anyone else to escape."

The old monk rubbed his blue thigh and said, "Dark Heaven Hell opened by itself a month ago, so I can come out. As for why it suddenly opened, I don't know."

The young man blinked his eyelashes like a fan, thought for a while, and then gently shook his head at the old monk.

Chen Mu kicked the old monk: "My wife said that you old thing is lying. If you came out a month ago and sneaked into the book pavilion, why did Tianjun never find you? What's more, with your Cultivation Base, does Elder, the guardian of Shuge, eat dry food?"

"Although the old monk is not good at Cultivation Base, my latent ability is still very strong, otherwise I would not be called a wandering heavenly thief back then."

The old monk said triumphantly. "You didn't find me just now, didn't you?"

Thinking of this, Chen Mu had nothing to say.

However, the beautiful eyes of Shao Si Ming showed doubts.

Chen Mu slapped the old monk's bald head and slapped it, and then asked, "My wife said, since we can't find you, why did you take the initiative to come out just now."

"this……"

The old monk rolled his eyes, and just about to have a nonsense, when he saw Chen Mu roll up his sleeves again, he quickly answered honestly. "Actually, I can hide it because I have one Magic Treasures, but the Magic Treasures Spirit Power is limited. Once it exceeds the time, it will expose my breath, so I can only take the initiative to come out."

Magic Treasures?

There is no need to interpret the young man's orders. Chen Mu's eyes lit up and he directly picked up the collar of the other party: "What Magic Treasures, hand it over!"

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