Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 125 The spear shoots out like a dragon, pointing directly at the fairy's buttocks

The night passed.

The sky turned white.

A touch of gold illuminates the earth, pours into the mountain, and falls on the two hangovers.

Birds chirped all around.

There were loud shouts from down the mountain.

"what···"

Han Ye stood up and stretched regardless of his appearance.

Wuxin also sat up beside her, straightened her back, and heard the crackling sound of her joints.

"Senior Han, Ye Anshi, are you awake?" A respectful voice came from below.

Han Ye heard the words and looked down, only to see three people standing below, Tang Lian, a monk, and a woman with a gun.

"Brother Wuchan?" Wuxin floated down and came to the monk and shouted with a smile.

"Junior Brother Wuxin, long time no see!" Wuchan stepped forward and gave Wuxin a hug.

"Today's Hanshui Temple is very lively~" Han Ye stood on the top of the temple and looked into the distance. He saw hundreds of people rushing towards Hanshui Mountain billowing in smoke and dust.

"Junior Brother Wuxin, it's urgent, hurry up and go back to Jiulong Temple with me!" Wuchan said with a serious expression on his face.

"What's wrong? Brother."

"We rushed all night last night and received news that there are four people coming for you."

"Among them, the Tianqi Palace, Peerless City, and Nine Dragons Temple were not kind."

Wuxin didn't seem surprised when she heard the words, but glanced behind her.

I don't know whether that line of sight is looking at the Hanshui Temple, or at the person standing on the Hanshui Temple.

"It's okay, Hanshui Temple is an important place for Buddhism, so I forgive them for not daring to mess around."

"Hey, it's fighting and killing again. It's so boring. I'm leaving." Han Ye's lazy voice came from above the crowd.

Turn around inadvertently.

"You haven't taken my exercises yet!" he shouted.

"You can pick it up anytime." Han Ye waved his hand.

"Well... the old monk often made me a delicacy when he was alive. Neither of us had breakfast. I'm going to make it now. Why don't you stay and try it?" Wu Xin shouted again.

Han Ye didn't answer, his thoughts covered the surging crowd, and some of the tyrannical auras were beyond the reach of the few people present.

"Did you invite me because of my appearance?" Han Ye thought silently.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the four Xiaoyaotian realms, the little monk is very popular!"

Tang Lian and the others changed their expressions when they heard the words, but Wuxin laughed and said quickly: "It's okay, it's okay, wait, don't run away!"

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly ran towards a road leading to the backyard vegetable garden in the temple.

"Han Ye? You want to ask us about the sword in Xueyue City? It doesn't matter..." The woman with the gun stepped forward and shouted at Han Ye, but Tang Lian tightly covered her mouth.

"Senior Han Haihan, this is the three city lords of Xueyue City, the daughter of Sikong Changfeng, Sikong Qianluo." Tang Lian explained apologetically.

"The daughter of the Spear Fairy? Show me two shots." Han Ye smiled and hooked his fingers.

Seeing this, Sikong Qianluo blushed, angrily pushed Tang Lian away who was stunned, and charged at Han Ye with his spear flying towards the sky.

"Dare to provoke me, I want you to look good!"

The long spear pierced through the breeze, and it looked like a dragon coming out of the water, and the one who used the spear was a woman, it was a trick of a mother dragon flying into the sky!
The tip of the gun was already a foot in front of Han Ye, but Sikong Qianluo still didn't see any movement from him, and was thinking about whether to retract the gun.

The next moment, her eyes blurred, Han Ye's figure disappeared, and the tip of the gun pierced the air.

"Where is the person?" When she looked around and turned back, Han Ye was already standing on the tip of his spear, with his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"It's not bad, but it can't stab people." Han Ye praised.

"Come again!" Sikong Qianluo shot out like a dragon, and the tip of the spear turned into a dozen moments, but Han Ye stepped on it like dancing.

"Your Excellency's cultivation base is superb, so it's unreasonable to tease a little girl like this?" A majestic stern voice suddenly came from the sky.

"See if Changfeng's spear can stab your Excellency."

"Daddy!" Sikong Qianluo stopped his movements and flew back to the ground.

The stream winding around Hanshui Temple turned into water droplets.

Seeing this scene, Wuxin, who was concentrating on picking mushrooms, quickly dropped the basket in her hand and ran towards the courtyard.

I saw the water droplets all over the sky gathered in the clouds, and then condensed into an ice and snow spear!
"Would you like to take it, Your Excellency?" A hesitant voice came from above the clouds.

"Father, how old is Han Ye, how could you attack him? It's really embarrassing!" Sikong Qianluo frowned while looking at the sky, stomping his feet and shouting.

The slow landing of the ice and snow spear stopped suddenly, and there were several coughs to cover up embarrassment.

"This gun is not bad, but it can't hit me." Han Ye's slightly mocking voice sounded.

Everyone present was taken aback when they heard the words, only Tang Lian and Wu Xin who rushed over breathed a sigh of relief.

"Heh, it's astonishing to be so young, so please enlighten me!"

The ice and snow spear rushed straight down.

Qingfeng was pierced by the milky white airflow and swirled upwards, and the tip of the spear shot in front of Han Ye in an instant.

A white disc suddenly appeared in front of Han Ye. There seemed to be floating white clouds in the disc, and there seemed to be a person standing in the cloud.

The spear shot straight into the disc.

The next moment, a scream came from above the clouds.

"Oh!"

A figure fell from the sky.

Sikong Qianluo saw the familiar figure, and quickly flew to catch it.

"father!"

Sikong Changfeng was held in his daughter's arms, feeling the warmth and concern, and it seemed that the pain in the buttocks that had been stabbed by the gun did not stop.

"What crooked ways are you kid!? It's unreasonable to be able to transfer my attack to the clouds!"

Sikong Changfeng rubbed his butt and reluctantly got off Qianluo's body, then turned his head and glared at Han Ye.

"I thought the Spear Fairy could hide." Han Ye's faint words sounded.

Just as Sikong Changfeng was about to refute, another piercing pain came from his tailbone.

"Hiss... the body of the gun was cut off before the head of the gun was cut off."

"Father, even you can't beat him!?" Sikong Qianluo cried out in disbelief when he heard his father's whisper.

"What can't be beaten, can you save some face for your father and me? This kid is too weird. I heard that there is a good seedling to accept as an apprentice. This is good, it's yellow."

"The Spear Fairy is a top-notch expert in this world. His peerless beauty that once turned the city into a single shot is still a topic of discussion in the world."

Wuxin stood beside Han Ye and said in praise.

"Aren't you ready for breakfast?" Han Ye looked at the monks who were watching.

"Ah~ I forgot for a while, but it seems that I can't do it now."

There was a shout of killing outside the gate of the temple, and several young monks were overthrown to the ground because they couldn't stop the crowd from outside.

"How can Hanshui Temple allow you to wait so presumptuously!"

Wuxin turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the person entering the door, but was forced back by a flash of sword light.

A coquettish man dressed in Tsing Yi and holding Buddhist beads walked into the temple surrounded by soldiers.

"It's Eunuch Jinxian, one of the five prisons in Tianqi City." Tang Lian reminded her.

"Amitabha." A Buddha's cry followed.

A monk with a naked upper body and a thick back came in.

His face was fierce, and behind him were eighteen monks whose bodies were covered in gold powder.

"Zen Master Dajue, there are eighteen arhats!?" Jinxian frowned, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

"Fengxue Sword, Shen Jingzhou? You Tianqi are also coming to swim in this muddy water of my nephew Wuxin?" Dajue asked with a look of disgust on his face.

Jinxian was about to choke back when he heard Dajue's words.

A sword sounded in the sky, and a young man flew from outside the clouds, standing on a sword.

"There are so many people, it seems that they are not late."

"I'm unparalleled, I've met all the seniors!"

A black shadow hides in the mountain forest, quietly observing everything in the temple.

Wuxin looked at these people who had schemes against him, and sighed slightly.

He turned to look at Han Ye.

"Wuxin today's breakfast, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to make."

(End of this chapter)