Master Miejie was dressed in gray cloth monk robes, with gray hair in a high bun.

Her face was frosty and her appearance was pretty, but it was a pity that her eyebrows were drooping and slanted because she was always stern, which made her face look very fierce. She was clearly in her forties, but she gave the impression that she was fifty-five years old.

A sixty year old lady.

She was riding on a tall horse, with a long sword with an old scabbard tied to her back.

Although he was covered in dust, his majesty could not be concealed. When he saw a horse flying in the distance, Master Jiejie's eyes were like lightning, and he recognized it at a glance as his disciple Su Mengqing.

She raised one palm high to make a stop gesture and let out a long roar. Suddenly, the whole team came to Male Gobi.

The horse was about to stop when the distance between the two sides was less than five meters. Before it could stop, Su Mengqing dismounted and knelt on the ground, crying sadly: "Unfilial disciple Su Mengqing, pay homage to Master!"

"It's Mengqing!"

"Senior Sister Mengqing!"

The disciples behind Master Miejie all expressed surprise.

Master Miejie looked at her disciple who was kneeling in front of her, and her eyes suddenly became softer. Her eyes glanced from Su Mengqing's horse, and her eyes suddenly shrank.

She hadn't noticed that Su Mengqing was riding on the horse before, but now she saw that there was someone else in Su Mengqing right away!

A pale-faced young man who was tied up by Wu Hua Da Da!

Master Miejie's expression suddenly turned cold, and she suddenly jumped up and landed in front of Su Mengqing. She bent down and helped Su Mengqing up, scolding: "What are you crying for?"

He looked up and down, then inputted a ray of internal energy to check, and confirmed that the disciple was not damaged at all. His expression softened a little, and he asked: "Where is the spirit bead?"

"Back to Master, the Lingzhu is going to Niya Bazaar a few miles west of here. She is fine." Su Mengqing choked and said, "There is also Junior Sister Hong Yun..."

Master Miejie's eyes suddenly shone brightly, she grabbed Su Mengqing's arm and said hastily: "What's wrong with Hong Yun? How did you meet Hong Yun?"

"Junior sister Hong Yun was killed by a monster from the Demon Cult!" Su Mengqing couldn't help crying anymore, "Master, how could Hong Yun fall into the hands of the Demon Cult? Why is this happening?"

Master Miejie looked up at the sky and was speechless for a long time.

A beautiful female disciple wearing a veil beside her had tears in her eyes and said softly: "Senior Sister Mengqing, a few days ago, Master sent Senior Sisters Minjun and Hongyun to a small town to investigate the enemy's situation, but unexpectedly they were possessed by a demon.

The ambush of the Demon Cultist. Senior Sister Minjun fought her way out of the siege, but Senior Sister Hongyun..."

"Zhou Zhiruo, what do you mean by that?" Before the female disciple could finish her words, another tall female disciple beside her immediately shouted sharply, "You said that, are you blaming me for not protecting Junior Sister Hong Yun?"

Zhou Zhiruo said hurriedly: "Senior Sister Minjun, Zhiruojue has no such intention. I just hate the treacherous and cunning demons of the Demon Cult..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a cold snort from Master Miejie, his voice filled with dissatisfaction.

Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun both changed their expressions, lowering their heads and not daring to speak any more.

Master Miejie looked at Su Mengqing and said, "Mengqing, tell me exactly what happened to you!"

"Yes, Master!" Su Mengqing wiped away her tears and began to tell.

She first said that she and Zhao Lingzhu went to Kunlun to deliver a message, then scouted the surrounding area for enemy information, and then came to Niya Bazaar to hide their whereabouts, waiting to join the division.

Then he talked about the arrival of Zhu Yuanzhang and others. They ambush and set up traps in Niya Bazaar and occupied the only inn in the market.

When she told this, some of the people from the Emei sect who listened carefully to her story took a breath, and some exclaimed.

"You damn devil, you are so despicable and insidious!" Ding Minjun cursed through gritted teeth, with a look of fear on his face, "They harassed us all the way, causing us to have to rush all night. Now, when we reach the market in front, we have to stop.

Rest, then you will fall into their trap!"

"Master, these devils from the Demon Cult are planning every step of the way, just waiting for us to fall into their trap!" Zhou Zhiruo said in fear, "Fortunately, God forbid, Senior Sister Mengqing broke through their plot! Otherwise,

The consequences could be disastrous."

Master Miejie’s expression was gloomy and her mood was very uneasy. She secretly rejoiced and thanked the Patriarch for his blessing. If they were really ambushed, with the viciousness and insidiousness of the Demon Sect, I don’t know how many more lives these disciples would lose.

However, seeing her disciples all frightened, she snorted coldly and shouted: "The devils of the Demon Cult only dare to attack secretly and do not dare to confront us head-on. They are just like rats in the gutter. What should we be afraid of?"

"I'm worried that they don't dare to come, but if they do come, my Yitian Sword will drink enough of the devil's blood and kill them until their blood flows like a river!",

Zhou Zhiruo said: "Master is right. Although Zhiruo has low martial arts skills, he will not hesitate to die if he encounters a monster from the Demon Cult!"

"Yes, this is my good disciple!" Master Miejie nodded appreciatively.

Ding Minjun on the side said hurriedly: "The master's magical power is unparalleled, the demon sect Xiaoxiao fled, and the disciples followed the master..."

Before she finished speaking, Master Jue waved her hands impatiently, looked at Su Mengqing and said, "Mengqing, go on!"

Ding Minjun shut up angrily, but gave Zhou Zhiruo a fierce look.

Su Mengqing went on to tell the story, detailing how she and her junior sister planned to report the news to their master.

After hearing this, Master Jue knew that this disciple had put his life and death at risk for the sake of his disciple. Even though she had a heart as strong as iron, she couldn't help but be moved by this loyalty and praised: "With a disciple as loyal and courageous as Mengqing, what can I do in Emei?"

Are you worried or unhappy?"

Su Mengqing hurriedly said modestly and continued to tell.

When she said that the people who were ambushed by the Ming Cult suddenly all retreated to the inn, everyone became curious and guessed what the Demon Cult's conspiracy was.

She also mentioned that the Demon Sect suddenly withdrew all its members. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, unable to figure out what kind of medicine the Demon Sect was selling in the gourd. Even Master Miejie frowned tightly.

Su Mengqing then talked about how she went to the inn to find out the truth. Her actions made all the disciples admire her very much.

"Jade-faced Flying Dragon Su Yi?"

She finally mentioned that Su Yi appeared, but this name made Master Miejie frown deeply.

"A young man in his early twenties?" She frowned and thought hard, then turned to ask the disciples, "Have any of you heard of this name?"

Everyone shook their heads and said they had never heard of it.

"What do you think?" Master Miejie said to Su Mengqing.

Su Mengqing finished everything in one breath.

All the disciples were saddened by Hong Yun's death, but also admired Su Yi's chivalry.

"This Su Shaoxia is able to force the demon sect away, which shows that he is highly skilled in martial arts. He is also willing to seek justice for Senior Sister Hong Yun and hand over the villains who killed Senior Sister Hong Yun to us. This shows that he has a kind heart and unparalleled chivalry." Zhou

Zhiruo praised, "Master, we really have to thank him."

"Thank you? Zhiruo, if you were traveling around the world, you would count the money for others after they sold you!" Ding Minjun sneered, "This Su Yi came out of nowhere, who knows who he is? He

You said he repelled the demon sect, so he repelled it? Maybe this person is also a demon sect demon, deliberately pretending to lure us into taking the bait?"

Zhou Zhiruo lowered his head in silence and did not argue.

Su Mengqing, on the other hand, frowned and shook his head: "I have also thought about whether this Su Yi is also a demon sect in disguise, and actually has another conspiracy. But when I think about it carefully, he really doesn't need to be so fussy."

"If you could guess the conspiracy of the Demon Cult, they would no longer be the Demon Cult!" Ding Minjun said coldly.

Su Mengqing stopped talking.

Master Miejie frowned and said slowly: "When you said you wanted to take this evil thief away first, how did Su Yi react?"

"I happily agreed." Su Mengqing said, "He agreed without any hesitation. It is precisely because of this that the disciple was able to dispel a lot of doubts."

Master Miejie nodded, her eyes fell on the unconscious Wu Jian, and said coldly: "Minjun, go and untie his ropes, and untie his acupuncture points too!"

"Yes, Master!" Ding Minjun responded hurriedly.

She stepped forward in two steps, cut off the rope tied to Wu Jian's body with one knife, and then reached out and tapped Wu Jian's body a few times.

But Wu Jian didn't react at all.

Ding Minjun looked confused and tried to remove the acupoint again, but it still didn't work.

"This..." Ding Minjun was dumbfounded and hurriedly tried again and again, exhausting all kinds of methods.

No matter what she did, she couldn't unlock Wu Jian's acupuncture points.

"Master, is this person already dead?" Ding Minjun couldn't help but question.

"Get out of the way!" Master Miejie's eyes narrowed slightly, "This is an extremely unique acupuncture technique, and it cannot be solved with ordinary techniques."

Siluke

Ding Minjun hurriedly stepped aside. Master Miejie did not rush to relieve the acupuncture points. Instead, she put her palms in front of Wu Jian's forehead and slowly channeled her internal energy to check his physical condition.

Although she is well-informed, she has never seen such a special acupuncture technique. If she calculated carefully, Master Miejie was sure that it would take less than a stick of incense to solve it, but she did not have the patience.

The inner energy in her palm suddenly spurted out. Wu Jian froze, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His originally pale face became even more bloodless at this moment, and his face was like gold paper.

Wu Jian clutched his chest in pain, panted and raised his head to look around. After seeing his situation clearly, his eyes gradually darkened.

He already knew that he was dead.

Master Miejie said coldly: "I ask, you answer. If you tell the truth, I can also give you a pleasure and reward you with a whole corpse. If not..."

"What do you want to ask?" Wu Jian's tone was calm.

"Which branch of the Demon Cult do you belong to? Are you the ones who ambushed us these days?" asked Master Miejie.

"We are from the Liangzhou Branch of the Ming Cult. It is indeed us who ambushed you in Emei." Wu Jian replied.

"Lie!" Master Miejie's eyes flashed.

Canglang!

She suddenly drew her sword, and in the next second Wu Jian's left arm was completely severed, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
To be continued...