Chapter 178 Little thief, found! (Please order and vote)

Author: Jian Fei in the Heavy Rain

Chapter 178 Little thief, found! (Please order and vote)

On the third day, the Holy Maiden got information about Chunfeng Gang Duan Yu.

Why she paid so much attention to a young man who had just arrived, the saint didn't say, and Xiaozhu didn't dare to ask.

She always felt that what the saint did had its own profound meaning.

Anyway, the saint certainly didn't investigate this man because of her interest in him.

Although this piece of jade can defeat the iron monk and is handsome, it is absolutely nothing in the eyes of the saint.

After all, the men of the same generation who can come into contact with the Saint are either princes, nobles or sons of aristocratic families.

For example, the second son of the Zhu family, who is known as the "Little Qilin", is an existence that cannot be compared to ordinary nobles.

Even if the young lady has a Taoist companion in the future, she should be such a person. Duan Jade, hehe, if he is really handsome, he would be a good match for me.

Ye Ning got the information that cost nearly a hundred taels of silver to buy and read it carefully.

"Duan Yu, his character is black."

It has to be said that Jing Yue was very careful in writing his own information this time. He didn't even mention the most convenient Duan Shui Shui Jia, and just made up a half-truth and half-false life story.

This life experience, combined with the second lady's fake identity before, can be traced, and there is no fear of investigation. It can be said that it is as difficult to distinguish the real from the fake as the Monkey King.

He was naturally very satisfied with his handiwork.

It feels really good to cheat people and get money.

The saintly girl carefully read this mediocre and flawless information, and did not put it down immediately.

This is not in line with her always straightforward temperament.

Because she felt something was wrong.

She couldn't help but ask: "Are all the character files in Juan Yu Pavilion this style?"

Xiaozhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't the character files all similar?"

The Taichu Sect naturally also has an intelligence agency, and it can be said to be the largest intelligence organization in the Shu region.

Just when Xiaozhu wanted to see what style this dossier was, Saint Ye Ning suddenly stood up and said seriously: "Where is the iron monk?"

Seeing the serious look on the saint's face, Xiaozhu could only say nervously: "She should have gone to the Qinglong Zen Temple, the nearest branch of Qinglong Temple, to recuperate.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

At this time, Ye Ning had already put on her coat and said: "You wait here for the news, I will go out of the city."

"Saint."

Before Xiaozhu could react, she saw that Ye Ning had already ridden away, leaving her with only a silhouette that quickly left.

"Why did you suddenly come to the Iron Water Monk again?"

Xiaozhu wanted to see what was so strange about that piece of Yu's file, which made the saint rush in a hurry, only to find that the file was missing.

After thinking hard for a while, Xiaozhu suddenly realized it and said: "I understand! Duan Yu may be the murderer who kidnapped the prefect!"

Outside Baidi City, the environment is gradually becoming deserted.

The vast stretches of terraced fields on both sides of the road were gradually replaced by barren mountains and wild forests.

The sun is setting in the west, and the afterglow is like blood smearing on the world, making everything appear more profound.

The rapid sound of horse hooves frightened the blackbirds on both sides of the road. Ye condensed in his cloak and galloped on this deserted dirt road.

The oncoming wind blew up the hem of her cloak, revealing her long legs wrapped tightly in fabric, and a picture of a sassy heroine riding a horse and riding alone unfolded.

But in this desolate environment, no one appreciates it.

Ye Ning's heart was a little confused.

It can even be said that there is some chaos.

There seemed to be no problem with the contents of the dossier about Duan Yu's identity, but what always made her feel something was wrong was the way it was narrated.

Yes, the narrative style of the dossier is very much like a storyteller telling a story.

In other words, it is very much like a little thief telling a story.

Thinking of this, Ye Ning's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a lot, so the sound of the horse's hooves also sped up, heading towards the Qinglong Temple.

In the early morning, the Qinglong Temple surrounded by bamboo trees was quiet.

The bird rested in a tree beside the pond, and was finally awakened by the sound of horse hooves, and flew up with flapping wings.

The gate of the Zen Temple was closed, Ye Ning dismounted and roughly pushed it open.

"Who! How dare you break into Qinglong Zen?"

Before a great monk could finish saying the word "yuan", Ye Ning, who was holding the horse with one hand, pinned him to the ground with a gunshot.

The cold tip of the gun was pressed against his neck, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin.

"Where is the iron monk?"

The great monk raised his hand and said nervously: "Go to the backyard to seek revenge for the iron water. I am the gatekeeper."

"lead the way."

Saying that, Ye Ning picked up the spear, hung the great monk on it, and walked inside.

From a distance, it looked like she was flying kites.

One after another monks from Qinglong Temple came out, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but become furious.

"Who! How dare you come to Qinglong?"

The four words "Go wild in the Zen Yuan!" that the monk said had not yet come out, but they were also stuck to the head of the gun, stacked up with the senior brother who was guarding the door.

Just such a light touch made this group of ferocious monks cautious.

At this time, an old monk stood up and said slowly: "The female donor is very capable, but what she does is a bit too domineering."

The gatekeeper looked at the gun head very close at hand and said nervously: "Master, she is here to find the molten iron and has nothing to do with us."

Ye Ning waved her hand, and a token flew into the old monk's hand.

"Teacher Ye Ning from Taichu just wants to see the molten iron, and I also hope that Master Haihan will do it."

As she spoke, she turned the head of her gun and the two monks fell to the ground.

Hearing the words "Taichu Jiao Ye Ning", all the monks in the courtyard were shocked.

The Taichu Sect and the Qinglong Temple have always respected each other. They seem to be equal, but in fact this is a way for the Qinglong Temple to put gold on its face.

Not only did the Taichu Sect have ten or a hundred times as many members as them, even half as many of the masters in the sect could beat Qinglong Temple.

What's more, they are just a branch of Qinglong Temple.

"It turns out that the saint came in person, but she was not welcomed from afar." The old monk saluted.

Seeing the saint walking back, the old monk hurriedly followed her and said: "Holy girl, although Tie Shui has made a mistake, she has learned a lesson, and her sin will definitely not lead to death."

The old monk thought that the molten iron had offended the young saint, so he couldn't help but persuade her.

They knew the temperament of this young saint.

Ye Ning said: "Master's words are serious, I just came to see him."

The old monk didn't believe it and had no choice but to follow.

He was worried that Ye Ning said he was just taking a look, but ended up shooting him to death as soon as he saw the molten iron. Then there would be trouble.

Their Qinglong Temple also wants to save face. No matter how arrogant the Taichu Sect is, they cannot be this arrogant.

Tie Shui was woken up by a burst of noise.

His head and body were wrapped in bandages, making him look like a rice dumpling.

It was already painful for him to recover from his injuries. He finally fell asleep, but was woken up again, which made him very angry.

Just as he was about to curse, the door creaked open and a beautiful girl walked in.

This girl was so beautiful and charming that even he, who was often addicted to women, felt strange.

But at this moment, Tie Shui didn't have any dirty thoughts.

Because he could feel the dangerous aura emanating from the girl.

The abbot of the monastery quickly stood beside his bed and said respectfully: "Holy girl, this is molten iron."

Ye Ning looked at the molten iron like rice dumplings, walked over and asked, "Who hurt you?"

According to Monk Tieshui's past temper, even if the young woman in front of him was called the Saint of Lao Shizi, he would probably say "None of your business!".

But now he doesn't.

After being severely beaten by Duan Yu, his violent temper has calmed down a lot.
To be continued...