The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

There is a tunnel leading to the outside of the palace. Mingjing knows it, and Nan En naturally knows it too.

When he was about to walk out of the tunnel, Nan En, who reacted, clasped Ming Jing's shoulder.

"You lied to me again."

I'm afraid that when he walks out of the tunnel, what awaits him will be a turtle in a urn, and all arrows will be fired.

The girl was not in a hurry, and still said in a calm tone: "After counting the time, she has already left the sea area of ​​Shendu Kingdom."

Nan En's eyes were red, and he fell into a manic mood.

He grabbed Ming Jing's neck and threw her whole body against the uneven wall, clasping her slender neck tightly with his ten fingers.

"I kill you."

At this moment, Nan En is like an angry lion, violent and impulsive.

Nan En is indeed a very terrifying enemy, under the force of force, it makes people almost breathless.

Ming Jing strenuously reached out to touch the Qihai acupoint on Nan En's lower abdomen, Nan En trembled all over, and sure enough, his strength was slightly loose, Ming Jing took the opportunity to break free from the restraint, turned over and jumped out of the tunnel exit.

"Saint..." Suzaku led people around the exit, and when he saw Ming Jing appearing, he immediately ordered the silver-armored guards behind him to prepare bows and arrows.

Ming Jing almost stood firm, and Nan En chased after him, and instantly wrestled with Ming Jing.

Seeing this scene, Suzaku was terrified.

Nan En's force value is very strong. Stimulated by his rage, he almost showed his full strength, and Ming Jing soon fell into a disadvantage.

Suzaku forced himself to calm down, took the bow and arrow from his subordinates, and aimed at Nan En's figure.

The two were fighting together, indistinguishable from each other, and one who was not careful could easily accidentally injure the saint.

Ming Jing was about to be hit in the chest and abdomen by Nan En, and if he punched down, he would be crippled even if he didn't die. The slender girl was deftly moving against the ground from Nan En, and climbed up Nan En swiftly and swiftly. The girl's knees rested on Nan En's shoulders, and the rope turned into a skirt from the overturned wrists strangled Nan En's neck.

Everything just happened between lightning and flint, which requires a particularly terrifying speed.

It's now--

Suzaku narrowed his eyes coldly, let go of his fingers, and the sharp arrow left the string, flying towards Zhun Nanen's chest.

The girl held the scythe of death in her hand, her beautiful face was filled with shocking indifference, and her eyes were cold and cold.

Three arrows were fired in succession, one arrow hit the chest, and two arrows hit the knees of both legs respectively.

Even so, Nan En's body was still in a violent state, and Ming Jing was thrown out violently.

"Saint..." Suzaku turned pale with shock.

Ming Jing rolled several times on the ground, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his complexion was particularly pale.

She immediately stretched out her hand to seal several acupoints on her heart, and raised her sleeve to wipe the blood from her mouth.

Even though Nan En hit three arrows in a row, he still didn't fall down. He rushed straight towards Ming Jing and shouted, "I'm going to kill you."

Ming Jing's eyes darkened.

Just when Nan En was about to rush over, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and a person rushed towards Nan En.

When Nan En saw this person, his eyes were fierce, and he gritted his teeth: "Sang Luo."

Sang Luo threw a long sword at him: "Today, let's have a duel."

He looked back at the bright mirror, and Nan En had already launched an attack on the opposite side.

"Om..." The swords collided with each other, making an ear-piercing buzzing sound.

Sang Luo was forced to back up again and again.

Sang Luo's eyes are deep and firm. This is a battle of kings, and there will be no end to death.

Stabilize your mind and lift your spirits to face the battle.

Swords, swords, and murderous intent are everywhere,

Even though they were hit by swords several times, none of the two took a step back, and they were even more fearless in the face of the blade.

No matter in terms of swordsmanship or physical strength, Sang Luo lost to Nan En. There were many sword wounds on his body, his clothes were dilapidated, and the fabric was soaked in blood.

However, Nan En used up some of his physical strength in the fight with Ming Jing before, and with the three arrows in his body, he was still able to suppress Sang Luo steadily, which has to be said to be a miracle.

Sang Luo was knocked down again and again and stood up again and again, the more frustrated he became, the braver he became, fierce and fearless.

Seeing this scene, Suzaku and the three-feathered army who rushed over felt awe in their hearts.

Only a brave king deserves their loyalty.

Finally - Sang Luo grabbed the gap, pierced Nan En's chest with the tip of his sword without hesitation and pinned him to the ground, Nan En's eyes widened unwillingly.

Sang Luo knelt on one knee, clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stared at Nan En's twisted and unwilling face with red eyes.

Nan En's eyes widened and he fell silent.

Unexpectedly, he could not die with peace in his eyes.

Sang Luo let go of her hand and fell to the ground in a daze.

General Nan En, who had ruled the Shendu Kingdom for many years, ended his life in this way.

Everyone sighed and feared.

Sang Luo suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Ming Jing.

He struggled to stand up and walked towards Mingjing step by step.

The girl's white clothes were dyed with bright red, like red plum blossoms blooming on the snow, alluring and dazzling.

She sat quietly, her beautiful face was pale and indifferent.

Sang Luo was not much better, covered in blood.

He knelt down on the ground, stretched out his bloody hand, and carefully touched her cheek.

The handsome brows sparkled with a soft light like spring water, "It's so good that you chose to stay..."

After the words fell straight into Ming Jing's arms, he passed out completely.

Ming Jing looked at the unconscious man in his arms and sighed secretly.

"Send the king back, so he can be bandaged."

The wounds on Sang Luo's body were all skin traumas, and they didn't damage the original source, just need to bandage and recuperate well.

Xuanwu immediately ordered his subordinates to carry the stretcher over, carefully carried Sang Luo onto the stretcher and took him away.

Suzaku walked up to Ming Jing, with worried eyes: "Saint, your body..."

"I'm fine."

Ming Jing got up slowly, went to Nan En and squatted down.

Suzaku's pupils shrank suddenly, and on the back of the girl's white clothes, there were dots of blood.

Suzaku immediately stepped forward and said, "No saint."

Ming Jing turned a deaf ear, reached out to close Nan En's eyelids, sat cross-legged, and muttered something.

Suzaku couldn't understand, but it seemed like chanting.

"General Nan En, you are a hero of the whole life, but you have gone astray. There is nothing wrong with the struggle for royal power, but this will only make people miserable, and the people will not live. You are a good general, but you will not be a good country. Selfishness will only drag you into the endless purgatory, I will chant sutras for you, and hope you can achieve your wish in the next life."

Saving one person for all peoples is compassion.

Hurting one person for the sake of all peoples is also compassion.

Whale Feather looked at this scene from a distance, the girl's face was dignified and sacred, and the whole body exuded a faint golden light, which was a color that shouldn't be in the world.

He thought he was wrong, even Sang Luo was not good enough for her.

——

Sang Luo fell into a coma for a day and a night and woke up, only to feel tingling pain all over her body.

"Master, you are finally awake."

What came into view was Xuan Wu's simple and honest face.

Sang Luo frowned, and subconsciously said, "Where's the saint?"

Xuanwu thought to himself, the king really cares about the saint, he just woke up and asked the saint before asking anything.

His silence had another meaning in Sang Luo's eyes. Sang Luo endured the pain and sat up from the bed, and was about to get out of bed when he lifted the quilt.

Xuanwu was taken aback: "Master, the saintess has told you not to move around."

Sang Luo was stunned: "What did you say?"

"The saint told me." Xuanwu said naturally.

"The Holy Maiden asks you to heal your wounds well. Only when you recover from your wounds can you take charge of the overall situation."

The internal troubles have been eliminated, and Shendu Kingdom can completely settle down.

"Did she...didn't leave?"

Sang Luo thought of the scene before coma, and gradually calmed down.

Xuanwu was at a loss: "Go? Where are you going?"

"Where is the saint now?"

"Of course it is in the Holy Temple. This time, many traitors from the Silver Armored Guards have been caught. The saint is probably dealing with the traitors these days."

Sang Luo fell silent, and after a while he said: "Let the whale feather come to see me."

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holy temple.

In the empty hall, a graceful girl slowly took off her coat, and in the half-person-high mirror, various scars on the girl's back were reflected.

Because the skin was too fair and tender, the scars looked particularly shocking.

It's hard to take medicine for a back injury.

Ming Jing tied cotton on the wooden stick, dipped in the medicine and applied it little by little.

At the exit of the tunnel, Nan En threw her on the wall of the tunnel too hard. The uneven rocks on the wall hurt her back, and her internal organs were also damaged a lot, so she had to rest for a while.

Now that the internal troubles have been eliminated, Shendu Kingdom can settle down for a period of time, and this period of time is just right for her to recuperate.

At this time, a shadow flashed outside the hall door, and Suzaku's cold and respectful voice sounded: "Saint."

The moment the black shadow appeared, Ming Jing had already put on his coat.

"Enter."

Suzaku walked in with his head down, the gauze curtain floating in front of his eyes. The girl's slender back is looming.

Suzaku immediately calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "The ship has successfully left the sea area of ​​​​Shendu Kingdom, and it is estimated that it will arrive in Jiangzhou in two days."

"This time, you worked hard." The girl's soft voice was misty and misty.

"This is the duty of subordinates."

After a pause, Suzaku said: "Saint, your injury...how is it?"

"I'm fine." The girl responded simply.

How can it be all right? He clearly remembered that there were blood dots all over her back yesterday.

"I'm going to retreat for a while, and I won't see anyone during the period. Over there in Jiangzhou, please take care of me."

"The subordinate obeys."

Suzaku closed the door of the main hall, and stood in the corridor alone in a daze.

He looked at the empty holy temple in front of him.

The holy lord Qinglong is gone, Baihu has become a traitor and is being held in a prison, and what awaits him will be harsh punishments. Xuanwu is the lord of the country, and he will never return to the holy temple in the future.

In this Nuoda holy temple, only he and she are left.

"Boss." Tian Wu came over with a medicine bowl in his hand.

Suzaku glanced at him, and that glance was so silly that he didn't know what mistake he had made.

The leader of Suzaku probably blamed him for hurting the saint, and he will apologize when the saint recovers.

"Take good care of the saint during this time." Suzaku left a sentence and walked away.

The Silver Armored Guards are seriously injured and need to be rectified. Jiangzhou has to keep an eye on it, and guard against the lord's eyeliner. It will be very busy in the future.

Tian Wu turned around and pushed open the hall door, "Saint, the medicine is here."

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"The subordinate neglected his duty and let the pirates go. I ask the lord to punish me."

Whalefeather knelt down on the ground.

He didn't know who the pirates were picking up, but it must be very important, maybe it had something to do with the saint.

In short, it was indeed his dereliction of duty that people ran away from under his nose.

"Get up, the other party is coming prepared, how can you predict it?"

Sang Luo raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows.

She used her own safety to contain him, and on the other side secretly arranged for someone to take them away, so as to hide the truth.

He doesn't care about these things, as long as she stays.

Next, Sang Luo asked about Nan En's remnants, Jing Yu answered them one by one, and the whole morning passed without knowing it.

The injuries on Sang Luo's body were all skin traumas, nothing serious, young and strong, and recovered quickly.

While drinking the medicine, he suddenly thought of the scene where Ming Jing vomited blood, immediately stood up, and strode out.

"Returning to the Lord, the saint is in retreat, and no outsiders are seen."

Sang falls at the gate of the holy temple and is intercepted by Suzaku.

Sang Luo glanced at the closed door behind Suzaku, and said calmly: "Her injury...how is it? Did you take the medicine on time?"

"Master Lao is concerned, everything is fine with the saint."

Sang Luo smiled: "That's good."

Turn around and walk down the stairs.

"Master. Suzaku spoke behind him.

Sang Luo stopped and looked back.

"The saint asked her subordinates to tell you, please don't forget the agreement with her."

Sang Luo was startled, smiled and nodded.

"of course I remember."

To be a wise monarch is to be worthy of the people and the country.

In this way, it is worthy of her to go against the principle and help him eradicate Nan En.

I will never break my promise to you.

Sang Luo turned around and strode away. Under the blue sky and white clouds, his tall and straight figure had an indomitable power, enough to support a country.