The first thousand seven hundred and seventy-five chapters
With Zhuocheng so close to our eyes, it's a pity that we can't even take a look at those charming and prosperous scenes.
Just when the two young women were having their own thoughts, a figure suddenly broke in through the rain curtain and fell to the ground silently. There was a sudden chill in the Champs Elysees. Su Yinyin and Cai Die jumped up in fright. Cai Die screamed, Su Yinyin
He was also startled. Amidst the screams, a stream of light stabbed at the figure like an antelope hanging its horns. It was fast and cunning, and it was quite fiery.
The figure snorted coldly, raised one hand slightly, and clamped the flowing light with two fingers. The flowing light trembled slightly, and the halo shattered, but it was a delicate long sword. The other end of the long sword was in Su Yinyin's hand.
Su Yinyin felt cold in her heart. This man's martial arts skills were astonishing. He quickly drew his sword. Unexpectedly, the long sword in his hand seemed to have roots and could not be pulled out no matter how hard he pulled it out. Su Yinyin's face turned red from exhaustion and she couldn't help but gasp for breath.
Die also drew out his long sword, with a wary look on his face and a murderous look on his face as he looked intently at the uninvited guest in front of him.
The visitor glanced at Su Yinyin and Cai Die, then let go of her hand. Su Yinyin did not expect that the visitor would suddenly withdraw her strength, so she staggered and almost hit the table. She was so angry that her eyebrows stood up. If it weren't for the visitor's martial arts,
He was so smart that he wanted to curse loudly.
The man was wearing a bamboo hat, and water was dripping on the ground, making a ticking sound. The man shook the rainwater off his raincoat and asked indifferently: "Where is Jing Yuqiong?"
Su Yinyin was stunned, bared her teeth, and glanced at Cai Die. She was not sure whether the person coming was an enemy or a friend. Cai Die pointed in the direction of the main hall of Huanyin Temple and said blankly: "She is over there."
The man didn't say much, and walked through the pavilion as if there was no one else around, and walked towards the main hall. It wasn't until the man's figure disappeared into the rain that Cai Die and Su Yinyin came to their senses. Their faces were horrified, and their delicate bodies were shaking slightly. If that man took action
To commit murder, I'm afraid there are already two more corpses in this pavilion at this moment.
"who is he?"
"You ask me, which one should I ask?"
"Why is he looking for Junior Sister Jing?"
"Maybe he's her lover." Su Yinyin replied angrily, her red lips trembling slightly, obviously out of fear.
Caidi frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Yin Yin, why do you speak so unpleasantly?"
Su Yinyin said sarcastically: "Yes, I have a vicious heart, unlike you, who openly told Jing Yuqiong to be with the master."
"You..." Cai Die said angrily, "Neither you nor I are his opponent. Instead of getting entangled, it is better to let Master take action. As long as Master takes action, Junior Sister Jing can naturally be safe."
"Yes, junior sister is very smart. Master has said it before. She is not as stupid as me. However, that person just now looked familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere before." Su Yinyin frowned and thought.
Cai Die groaned and was in a daze. Su Yinyin slapped Cai Die's forehead suddenly, Cai Die felt pain and shouted: "What are you doing!?"
"Why are you still waiting? Hurry over and take a look."
"What are you looking at?"
"What are you talking about?" Su Yinyin gave Cai Die a white look and said, "Master will not blame us if we know we are invincible and show weakness to the enemy. But if we didn't warn the enemy, do you think Master will punish us?"
Cai Die was startled and quickly got up and left. Su Yinyin shook her head and followed Cai Die out of the pavilion. Why is this girl so restless these days?
The main hall of Huanyin Temple.
Master Yuqing looked at the flickering candlelight in the temple and was slightly lost in thought.
The disciples of the Jade Sword Palace are all carefully selected for their appearance, figure, and even their temperament and conversation. As the sword wielder of the Jade Sword Palace, it is said that he should be the most beautiful among all the beauties; however, for those who meet him for the first time, he is absolutely
I wouldn't want to use such words to describe her.
In fact, even though the accompanying Jade Sword Palace disciples are like Chunlan Qiuju, each is good at winning, the new disciple who was admitted to the sect is even more shocking, but this headmaster with skin as white as snow and plain black clothes is astonished.
Entering the temple, no other man dared to cast an abrupt look. She calmly led the crowd to a corner of the temple. Wherever she passed, except for those experienced and respected seniors, all the other men lowered their heads and lowered their hands.
He quietly stepped away, as if to look at him any longer would be to blaspheme Guanyin Buddha.
Only she knows whether Master Yuqing has become a monk or not, but she is very aware of her status and identity. Since she mastered swordsmanship at the age of nineteen, she has never worn a piece of jewelry or worn clothes of any other color.
Traveling and having fun; dealing with sect affairs and disputes in the world, she never said a single unnecessary joke. Apart from daily affairs, she only talked about swordsmanship and martial arts.
It is certainly not enough for a woman, or a good-looking woman, to win the respect of fellow martial artists, to make her obey orders and to practice what she preaches. Master Yuqing has done many, many other things. It is just this kind of meticulousness.
, her unrepentant persistence has established a very special status for her: for ten years, she only wore black clothes, had two vegetarian dishes for every meal, and copied a volume of scripture every day... In addition to being shrewd and good at governing, and a group of swordsmen, she maintained her position.
His extraordinary self-discipline will undoubtedly make many people feel ashamed of themselves.
Yuqing is not a saint, she knows very well that she is just a woman; at best, she is just a good-looking woman with good swordsmanship, but she has never hesitated to use this extra influence.
Tonight, she sincerely hoped that such influence would come in handy.
Looking at the young disciple next to him who lowered his eyes and said nothing, Master Yuqing sighed slightly. In fact, he was a few years older than her. At her age, he no longer had any personal grudges on his mind, but only how to make others happy.
Jade Sword Palace has a foothold in the Dagan Wulin and dominates the scene.
Therefore, Master Yuqing was gambling and accepted Jing Yuqiong as a closed disciple in the confusion of many people. As for what he was gambling on, what price it would cost, and what consequences he would bear, only this famous Yujian
Only the palace lord knows.
The hall was already full of people, and there were no monks in sight. I don't know if it was raining too much or there were other important matters, so they all left, leaving only the big Buddha in the hall alone.
In the middle of a half-story building is an old man who is over fifty years old. He has a half-white beard, a pair of slanting phoenix eyes, and a stern smile. His expression is not as delicate and friendly as that of Shi Xiaoqiang, but more cold and serious.
Xiang Qinglu, the master of the Tiger Roar Hall in the inner three halls; the two people on the left and right, who are majestic and heroic, are Zhou Fang, the master of the Qilin Hall, and Feng Zhenming, the master of the White Tiger Hall. They saw several young disciples in the Jade Sword Palace glance at Zhou Fang from time to time.
Fang and Feng Zhenming glanced at each other, which probably made the girl happy; there were five other capable disciples from the semi-level building behind them, who should not be underestimated.
The person who will be kind is Guan Qihou, who has an ever-changing attentive smile on his face, and his eyes are staring at the beautiful face of Master Yuqing eight or nine times out of ten.