This caught the attention of the other four people, who turned to look at her.
Xu Qingluo pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Uncle, I think with his appearance, I am afraid that the young men in Yunjing will never miss it."
She then shook her head and sighed: "Master is indeed a master, he is amazing!"
Ning Zhen gave her a white look: "Senior brother, if he hears this, he will definitely scold you."
Xu Qingluo looked begging for mercy and said with a smile: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have revealed Master's intentions."
Zhou Yang quickly took a look at Ning Zhenzhen's face, and swept across her beautiful face. He didn't dare to stop or look at her for too long, but he secretly agreed with Xu Qingluo's words.
Master, this move is really powerful.
Among the young men in Dayun, not only young men, but also middle-aged and elderly men, who can resist Master Uncle Ning's stunning beauty?
It starts with appearance, but will return to Buddhism.
Uncle Ning's appearance is extremely beautiful, and he has a fatal attraction. He is beautiful at first glance, and becomes even more beautiful when he looks at it again. The more he looks at it, the more he feels that his beauty is extraordinary and shocking.
Not only does this kind of beauty not become tiring or dull over time, but the more you look at it, the more charming you become and the more difficult you are to extricate yourself.
So after they come to see it once, they will come again, and then again. After three or five times, they will probably involuntarily worship Master and become believers in Yuzhu Peak.
There is really no flaw in this beauty trick of the master's uncle, which is unexpected.
The four of them did not expect it at all. They only thought that Uncle Ning came to be the abbot because he was a daughter. The fragility of a daughter could weaken the vigilance and hostility of the people of Dayun.
Never thought about the beauty trap.
Zhou Yu pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Senior brother, he often achieves many things with one stone, and Senior Sister Ning's beauty is one of them."
"That's right." Chu Ling was convinced.
She was conceited about her beauty at first, but after meeting Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yu, she no longer regarded beauty as an advantage, but she was always confident. It can be seen that after meeting Ning Zhenzhen, she felt ashamed of herself.
The Forbidden Palace is a place where beautiful women gather in the world, but among the many beautiful concubines, none can compare with Ning Zhenzhen.
Even the most beautiful Leng Feiqiong is still inferior.
In terms of beauty and temperament, Li Ying can be compared with her.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Whether it's beauty or anything else, as long as they can enter Yuzhu Peak and become believers of Yuzhu Temple, then it's okay."
Xu Qingluo and the other four girls looked at her in surprise.
Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said: "What, you will think that I am angry because of shame?"
"Master uncle doesn't think beauty is..."
Ning Zhenzhen said: "You must know that beauty is also a kind of talent. It is a unique and powerful force in the world. It cannot be considered superficial or shameful."
This is what she realized in the Jade Butterfly Sect.
The reason why the Jade Butterfly Sect was able to thrive in Dayong was because of its beauty, but beauty alone without strength would not be able to stand firmly. But after gaining strength and combining it with beauty, it would become invincible.
This is the case with the Jade Butterfly Sect now.
It would be too superficial to equate beauty generally with the beauty that pleases people. The power of beauty is unique and can do things that other powers cannot.
"In this way..." Xu Qingluo and the others were thoughtful.
They have never thought about beauty or thought about the power of beauty.
Xu Qingluo listened to the discussions of others, shook her head and said: "Dayun is very contemptuous of women, and is far less enlightened than our Daqian."
Men in Dayun have a higher status and women have a lower status.
Therefore, Master Ning's appointment as the abbot of Yuzhu Temple was criticized very slightly. He was very dissatisfied and felt it was awkward. He would even criticize the move.
But through Zhou Yu's observation, those of them who said they looked down upon and disapproved of her were actually ready to make a move. None of them talked about Master Ning's beauty, but they all went for Master Ning's beauty.
They were all amazed at Uncle Ning's beauty, but they all avoided talking about it.
This sneaky feeling made her extremely disdainful.
"It's really weird," Chu Ling nodded: "All the women in Dayun seem to be superfluous and burdensome."
Take a look at the martial arts sects in Daqian. The leader of the Tianhai Sword Sect is a woman, and many of the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect are women. The Holy Sect of Light seems to be the most old-fashioned, and there are still many women, as well as the Daxue Mountain.
Everyone thinks that Daxue Mountain should be full of monks, but there are still nuns.
But Dayun is completely different.
There are very few sects where women are the main ones, and even fewer where women are the masters. Women’s status is too low.
"There are not many women in Dayong." Zhou Yang shook his head and said with a smile: "But he is still much better than Dayun, and we in Dayong are still the most open-minded."
Zhou Yu nodded lightly.
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Xu Zhijian walked in fluttering white clothes, occasionally tapping his toes on the treetops, slowly drifting like a white cloud.
Suddenly, a loud roar rose from a distance, rolling like thunder.
As the whistle approached, several middle-aged men in green robes came quickly, and in the blink of an eye they were in front of Xu Zhijian, blocking his way.
Xu Zhijian wanted to return to Daqian, so he naturally had to go east.
Xu Zhijian didn't stop, but he rushed towards them. His right fist gradually lit up, and when they got closer, it was already covered with a layer of white light.
The fist wrapped in white light was pounded out flatly.
"Hey!"
Several people sneered and punched.
Some of their fists hit his shoulders, some hit his chest, some hit his Dantian, and some hit the empty space on his left and right.
This is to block his hiding position in advance.
Xu Zhijian's dark face was calm, as if the eight people in front of him were not great masters.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The muffled sound could not be heard, and middle-aged men in green robes flew out one after another.
As soon as the white light from Xu Zhijian's fist touched them, they flew out, unable to resist, as if they were not facing a person but a huge boulder rolling down.
Xu Zhijian's body showed no stagnation, and no enemy could stop him wherever he passed. He rushed out in the blink of an eye, and the fists that hit him were all in vain.
The middle-aged men in green robes who had not encountered him wanted to chase him, but found that his speed seemed to be slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. He had disappeared after just a few breaths.
They stopped blankly, turned to look around, and then looked at the people around them.
"Who the hell said his qinggong was average?"
"This guy's Qinggong skills are outrageous!"
"What are you thinking about? You are simply asking us to die!"
They turned around and walked back to see the injuries of their companions who had flown out, and found that their companions were all sitting on the ground, motionless as if they were dead.
Their expressions changed slightly, they hurriedly stepped forward to investigate, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
These middle-aged men in green robes were unconscious, but they were only injured and did not lose their lives.
After they rescued their companions, they shook their heads and sighed in resignation.
Like them, great masters, Xu Zhijian encountered more than a dozen groups along the way, but none of them could stop him, nor could they slow down his speed.
But he was eventually surrounded by a group of great masters.
These twelve great masters were all at the top of their cultivation, and they had used a set of formations to directly block his path, and then made him trapped and unable to leave as soon as he touched them.
With the performance of these twelve great masters, Xu Zhijian fell deeper and deeper into trouble. He fell into a disadvantage but could not recover, and slowly fell into despair step by step.
At this time, Fakong and Ning Zhenzhen were standing on the top of Yuzhu Peak, looking here from a distance.