Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 208 Fan Qinghui: You smell so good (asking for monthly tickets)
"Where is this...?"

Zhang Kuang vaguely felt that he was being picked up by someone. The wet towel felt itchy on his face, and he subconsciously grabbed the other person's wrist.

but……

Powerless!

His unprecedented weakness caused the other party to shake off his hand immediately.

Zhang Kuang slowly opened his eyes, feeling the wounds all over his body. When he was about to blurt out a Chinese quintessence, he saw the woman in front of him with a somewhat unhappy expression. He immediately stopped talking and asked weakly:
"Excuse me, young lady, where is this place?"

I am seriously injured now, so it is not convenient to reveal my true nature. Moreover, this world seems to be very hostile to me. I will just endure it for a while and find out the truth first.

hum!
The furnace trembled, and a stream of information penetrated into Zhang Kuang's consciousness.

[This world has world consciousness, and tends towards good. You are burdened with the bloody disasters of several worlds and are rejected by the world.]

It is better not to have any explanation than to have one.

Zhang Kuang's pale face looked a little gloomy.

At this moment, the beautiful woman began to explain: "This is Yicheng, close to Daxingcheng (Chang'an). How did you get into the lake and get so badly injured?

If Zen Master Dixin hadn't been about to hold a Buddhist conference here, and we hadn't come here to set up and clean up, I'm afraid you would have had to stay in the lake for a while."

Zen Master Di Xin... was one of the four great Buddhist monks during the Shuanglong period. He is now also a famous master of the Huayan School and a great monk who was invited by Emperor Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty to preach in the palace.

Zhang Kuang seemed to be thinking about something, but with a wry smile on his face, he said, "Miss, you don't know, I was attacked by my enemies, severely injured and thrown into the lake. If you hadn't saved me, I would have been floating on the lake in two days."

"I cannot repay your kindness. May I ask your name, young lady?"

If he were a man, he would naturally repay the kindness in the next life, but since the woman in front of him was so beautiful, he didn't mind giving himself to her.

"My name is Fan Qinghui. I'm fortunate enough to be accepted into Cihang Jingzhai. You keep calling me 'girl'. It would be more pleasant to call me 'little master'."

Oh, it’s Fan Qinghui.

Ok?
Fan Qinghui!
Zhang Kuang's eyes were filled with shock when he heard this. He looked at the nun with hair in front of him and saw that she was quite pretty. Although she was not gorgeous and charming, she was pretty and charming, with natural beauty. She was only in her twenties, which added a bit of youthful vitality.

Obviously, it was still several... ten years away from the plot of The Twin Dragons of Tang Dynasty, which made him feel relieved.

Fan Qinghui noticed the change in Zhang Kuang's eyes. Being a smart person, she naturally saw the astonishment in Zhang Kuang's eyes, so she asked, "Look at your reaction. Where have you heard my name?"

"No, it's just that Cihang Jingzhai is the leader of the White Path, I... well!"

Before Zhang Kuang could finish his words, Fan Qinghui had already reached out and covered his mouth with her hand. With a hint of anger on her pretty face, she gently scolded him, "How can you slander someone's innocence for no reason? When did our Cihang Jingzhai become the leader of the white way?"

Although Cihang Jingzhai was a mainstay in Buddhism and the white way at this time, if it wanted to compete for the top position, it would depend on whether Jingnian Zen Temple, Mount Wutai, Mount Tiantai, and Huayan Sect were willing.

Zhang Kuang could feel the warmth of Fan Qinghui's palm, calloused by the knuckles; he was clearly a diligent swordsman. He exhaled a breath of hot air and struck Fan Qinghui's palm, startling her so much that she quickly withdrew her hand. A blush instantly spread from her face to the base of her neck, and her earlobes shone like jade. Fan Qinghui glared at him with her bright eyes, rubbing her fingers together and saying, "You pervert!"

Zhang Kuang did not explain, but just stood up and looked around. Seeing that he was in a remote place, he felt relieved.

Fan Qinghui whispered, "There's a Dharma meeting going on over there, so I'll put you up here first. Please stop talking nonsense and disturbing the Dharma meeting."

"No," Zhang Kuang said jokingly while carefully examining his injuries. "Doesn't Buddhism say that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda? I'm laying my life on the line, and you're the only one here 'building a pagoda'?"

Fan Qinghui chuckled softly, her bright eyes curved like crescent moons. "Do you really believe that? If it were in public, Venerable Di Xin would have certainly used all his might to save your life. But since there were only Buddhists just now, the Dharma Assembly was naturally more important. After all, saving you alone is no match for saving all the nobles of Yi County."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her words, and her eyes, once filled with laughter, were filled with disdain. She hummed cheerfully, "So the one who saved you was me, Fan Qinghui, not some Buddhist."

"Aren't you also a Buddhist disciple? Don't you want to establish a good relationship for your Cihang Jingzhai?"

After checking the injuries, Zhang Kuang breathed a sigh of relief. There was no big problem. It was just that the meridians were broken, and the true energy was hidden in the acupuncture points and integrated into the body. It was not a big deal.

Even though the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover·Fan and Qiankun Circle·Fan were damaged, he had accumulated a lot of materials and had already repaired them. In addition, Xiang Yutian was collected into the furnace at the last moment. Who knows, he might still make a profit this time -

Therefore, even though his strength has not yet recovered, Zhang Kuang's mentality has become much more relaxed, and there is a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

It’s a pity that most of the true energy that he had accumulated over several worlds has dissipated. By the time the injuries in his body are healed, I’m afraid there won’t be much left.

Fan Qinghui showed reluctance and sat down next to Zhang Kuang and said softly, "Master Di Xin has examined your injuries. Most of your meridians are broken. Even if you survive, you won't be able to practice martial arts anymore, so..."

"So there's no value in being saved?" Zhang Kuang chuckled lightly with a carefree tone. He had already thought of a solution. This was not a difficult matter for him.

But Fan Qinghui once again glanced at Zhang Kuang, pursed her lips, and nodded with a complicated expression, "I didn't expect you to be able to laugh."

"Why aren't you laughing? As you Buddhists say, since life is surrounded by the Eight Sufferings, it's natural to smile more often to prevent sorrow from accumulating and forgetting how to laugh when it's time to do so."

"You are so free and easy." Fan Qinghui looked at Zhang Kuang with some envy. She couldn't remain calm in the face of praise or criticism, and there was a hint of loss in her eyes.

Zhang Kuang smiled without saying anything and started refining the weapon directly using the furnace.

This time the main focus is recovery, so naturally I don’t need a very powerful magic weapon, as long as it can be used.

Fortunately, Xiang Yutian is quite capable. Although he is just a background character, he is also a character connecting the two eras. In addition to Zhang Kuang's accumulation in the world of the Bad Guys, a brand new magic weapon sank from the furnace into his nose.

【Falling Soul Bell·Fan】

It is specially used to attack enemies with three souls and seven spirits. It is shaped like a copper bell and contains magical power. When it is used, it is shaken by hand to make people lose their souls, tremble and become unstable, making them unable to resist.

Fan Qinghui suddenly felt that the temperament of the person next to her had changed drastically, as if she was particularly attracted to him. With a dazed look in her eyes, she couldn't help but say, "What's your name? You smell so good..."

(End of this chapter)