Under the clear light of the bright moon, her white jade-like face exuded a soft gleam, and her bright eyes flickered as she fell into deep thought.
Indeed, as Fakong said, this is probably the closest he has ever been to Sizheng. If he really refuses, will he regret it in the future?
Fa Kong persuades himself to refuse, is it for public or private reasons, for Daxue Mountain, or for himself?
Do you want to completely believe in Fa Kong?
"By the way, Timon will be assassinated tonight." Fa Kong's voice floated slowly from the night sky: "If you stop it, it's still too late."
Li Ying frowned and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Fakong's voice came from afar: "If you don't stop it, you will definitely be punished and you will be farther away from the position of justice."
Li Ying nodded.
This is natural. People catch themselves. If they are not caught, they will naturally bear the responsibility.
Originally he performed a great merit, but the person was assassinated, but the great merit has turned into a small merit, or even no merit, and he may even be deposed.
"What will happen in an hour." Fakong's voice came again: "Think about it carefully."
Li Ying tithes towards the distance.
She guessed that Fa Kong was talking in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple at this moment.
The setting sun dyed the entire Jade Butterfly Sect's courtyard into a rose color, soft and beautiful, so beautiful that it was unreal.
Ding Xingqing's face tightened, her steps suddenly hurried, and she went straight to the sect leader's courtyard. Along the way, she met fellow disciples, but she just nodded without saying a word.
When the girls saw her like this, they knew that she was in a very bad mood and something must have happened. They suppressed their curiosity and did not stop her from asking.
Everyone knows that she has a quick temper, and if she really stops her to ask what's going on, she will definitely give her a scolding without mercy.
Ding Xingqing came to the sect leader's courtyard and stopped, knocking gently on the door.
"Come in."
"Yes." Ding Xingqing opened the door.
There is a cobblestone path sandwiched between green bamboo groves, with flowers on both sides of the path.
She stepped on the cobblestone path, turned around the bamboo forest, and saw two people sitting at the stone table in the center of the yard, sitting opposite each other, playing chess.
One is the beautiful sect leader Mo Youlan, who is wearing a moluo shirt.
One is the calm and composed Divine Monk Fa Kong wearing a purple gold cassock.
She came closer and bowed first: "Sect Master."
He also tithes: "I have seen the divine monk Fakong."
The sect leader is an acquaintance of Divine Monk Fakong. He has met him twice, and it is no longer unusual to see him now.
The sacred monk is so amazing. After seeing him twice, he is no longer as happy and surprised as he was the first time.
Fakong smiled and nodded.
Ning Zhenzhen held a crystal and warm white chess piece and said warmly: "What happened?"
"The Lingxiao Clan goes too far!" Ding Xingqing's face suddenly fell, and she said coldly: "Junior Sister Jing was bullied by two Lingxiao Clan disciples!"
Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "Bullying?"
"The two of them snatched Junior Sister Jing's sword." Ding Xingqing gritted her teeth and said, "They even used their hands and feet to treat Junior Sister Jing lightly!"
Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes suddenly burst into cold light and said lightly: "Frivolous?"
"I touched Junior Sister Jing's...chest." Ding Xingqing glanced at Fa Kong.
Fakong lowered his eyes slightly, as if an old monk had fallen into trance, unable to hear or see anything.
Ning Zhenzhen said calmly: "Where is Junior Sister Jing?"
"I'm crying." Ding Xingqing said bitterly.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Let Junior Sister Jing come over."
"Yes." Ding Xingqing responded solemnly, and then spoke again: "Sect Master..."
"Go quickly." Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hand.
Ding Xingqing fisted her fist, shut up and said no more, turned around and left with a long stride.
Ning Zhenzhen looked at Fa Kong.
Fakong lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as if thinking about the chess move.
Ning Zhenzhen said angrily: "Senior brother!"
Fakong raised his eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "You are the sect leader, Qiankun is the one who makes the decision."
"I'm furious." Ning Zhenzhen snorted, "But I know that I can't be swayed by my emotions. This matter is probably a trap."
Fakong smiled.
To be able to think of this at this time, you indeed have the qualities of a sect leader. As a superior, you must not be swayed by emotions.
Of course, humans are all emotional animals, and it is almost impossible to do this completely. We can only do our best.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "But regardless of whether this is a trap or not, I will take the opportunity to attack and knock Lingxiaomen down."
Fa Kong nodded.
After being bullied to this extent, if you can't fight back, the Jade Butterfly Sect will really be doomed.
Moreover, when it comes to dealing with the Lingxiao Sect, the power that the Jade Butterfly Sect can rely on is limited, so it would be too embarrassing to tell anyone about it.
This is different from the Nine Yuan Holy Sect.
The Nine Yuan Holy Sect is powerful and an evil sect, while the Lingxiao Sect is just a second-rate sect.
Although I knew that the Jade Butterfly Sect did not win with martial arts and was not strong, I didn't really see how weak it was.
When compared with the Lingxiao Sect, the feelings will be deeper, which will also give rise to contempt and disdain, which is a devastating blow to the Jade Butterfly Sect.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and Ding Xingqing came in with a girl in red with pear blossoms and rainy eyes, delicate eyebrows and red eyes from crying.
As soon as she came in, she bowed humiliatedly and called: "Sect Master!"
"Junior sister Jing," Ning Zhenzhen pointed to the stone bench opposite: "Come sit down and talk."
"Sect Master, I will just stand." Jing Xiaomei lowered her head.
"Sit down." Ning Zhenzhen hummed.
Jing Xiaomei hurriedly sat opposite her.
Ding Xingqing saw that Fa Kong had arrived at the southeast corner and was admiring the flower garden over there. In the flower garden, hundreds of flowers were blooming, competing for beauty, and the fragrance of the flowers was wafting.
She turned her eyes back here, and seeing Jing Xiaomei lowering her head and saying nothing, she said, "Junior Sister Jing, please tell me what happened."
"No need to say it..." Jing Xiaomei said sheepishly.
"You..." Ding Xingqing was furious.
Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hand and said calmly: "They took your sword?"
"Yes." Jing Xiaomei's eyes became wet again, and she said softly: "It's the sword given to me by the master. I..."
She felt guilty and self-blame, feeling deeply that she was incompetent and weak and had been snatched away. If the master knew about it, he would definitely scold herself and then run to fight those two guys.
But the Qinggong of those two guys is too powerful, and the master may not be their opponent. When the time comes, the master will have three advantages and two disadvantages...
She didn't dare to think about it.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "When and where?"
Jing Xiaomei hurriedly said: "It's at Fengxuan Tower."
"when?"
"just."
Ning Zhenzhen looked at Ding Xingqing: "Call Junior Sister Long over."
"Yes." Ding Xingqing cheered up.
Senior Sister Long Feifei is the top tracking expert in the sect. This is because the sect leader will not bear it any longer and wants to deal with those two guys!
I have long felt that I can no longer bear it, but the previous sect leader has always asked everyone to bear it and not intensify the conflict.
The strength of the sect is not as good as that of the Lingxiao sect, there is nothing we can do about it.
He will take revenge after his strength increases.
Therefore, everyone should turn shame into motivation, practice hard, and never slack off. Once you slack off, think about Lingxiao Sect.
Everyone has accumulated a lot of resentment, but the sect leader has orders, and they can only obey them, which makes them feel extremely aggrieved.
The current sect master finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he was so happy!
"Sect Master..." Jing Xiaomei hesitated, raised her head and mustered up her courage: "Don't bring trouble to the sect because of me."
Ning Zhenzhen said: "If the sect cannot protect its disciples, then what is the meaning of the sect's existence?"
"But we are not as good as those from Lingxiao Clan." Jing Xiaomei said.
This is something that all disciples know.
Their strength is not as good as that of the Lingxiao Clan, which is why the Lingxiao Clan is so rampant and excessive.
All they can do is endure it and practice hard. When they become stronger, they will definitely take revenge.
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
Don’t be afraid of being late for a good meal!
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Are they stronger than the elders of Divine Sword Peak? If it were Divine Sword Peak, we would have to endure it, but Lingxiao Sect... all cats and dogs can run rampant!"
Jing Xiaomei cheered up.
She suddenly remembered that the sect leader had killed the elders of Divine Sword Peak, maybe because the elders of Divine Sword Peak were careless.
Still, it's amazing enough.
The master's martial arts skills are absolutely amazing.
"Sect Master!" Amid the footsteps, a dashing young girl floated over, her voice slightly thick and magnetic.
She is tall and slender, with a high-spirited and confident look.
"Junior Sister Long, two guys from Lingxiao Clan stole Junior Sister Jing's sword, do you know that?"
"I heard about it," Long Feifei said solemnly.
"Find them both!"
"Yes!" Long Feifei cupped her fists and saluted, looking at Jing Xiaomei.
Jing Xiaomei said goodbye to Ning Zhenzhen.
Ning Zhenzhen waved her hand: "Junior sister Ding, bring a few people over, destroy their martial arts skills, and break their hands and feet."
"Yes!" Ding Xingqing's eyes lit up, she cupped her fists and saluted solemnly.
She left with the two girls, and before leaving, she glanced at Fakong, who was standing in front of the flower bed with his hands behind his hands, admiring the flowers.
In the soft light of the setting sun, the whole body of the purple gold cassock was shining, and the Dharma sky seemed to be bathed in golden light, sacred and distant.
Long Feifei and Ding Xingqing quietly left the courtyard with six girls and walked through the alleys of Tianjing City.
A quarter of an hour later, they stopped outside a small courtyard.
Long Feifei pointed at the small courtyard and nodded to Ding Xingqing.
Ding Xingqing looked at this small, plain courtyard.
This is an ordinary residence in Tianjing City. The people who live here are not rich, but they also have small assets.
Lingxiao Sect is a second-rate sect no matter what, and there is no shortage of money. It should not be located in such a place.
So it should only be the private residence of those two people, and there shouldn't be many people there.
She put her ear to the wall, listened for a moment, and gestured with her four slender fingers to the six girls behind her.
They nodded one after another, indicating that there were four people in the yard.
Ding Xingqing frowned for a moment, then her face changed slightly.
Long Feifei looked over and used voice transmission to enter the secret passage: "Junior sister Ding, what's going on?"
"There are two masters." Ding Xingqing said slowly through voice transmission: "This is a trap!"
Long Feifei's face changed slightly and she turned to look at the six girls.
Ding Xingqing hurriedly made a gesture.
The six girls calmed down and stepped lightly, three turned around and walked back, and three maintained their original direction and backed away slowly.
Their movements are like civet cats, gentle and silent.
"Haha..." A long laugh suddenly sounded, and four young people appeared on the wall.
The appearance of these four young men is ordinary, and it is easy for people to overlook their appearance. They need special attention to remember.
They looked down at the girls with playful expressions.
Ding Xingqing looked ugly and said coldly: "What are you going to do? This is Tianjing!"
"This is indeed Tianjing." A round-faced young man said with a smile: "But this is our private residence. If you want to break in here privately, we will take action to protect ourselves. Isn't it too much?"
Ding Xingqing sneered: "What a plan."
"Haha..." The round-faced young man laughed and said, "I forgot to introduce you to you. This is our Senior Brother Ding Aochuan. He is the elder of our Lingxiao Sect, the youngest elder, and the youngest in the history of the Lingxiao Sect.
Grand Master."
A young man with a square face nodded his head with a reserved and proud expression.
The round-faced young man pointed to another tall and thin young man and said with a smile: "This is Senior Brother Huang Zhouyuanhuang. He is also the elder of our Lingxiao Sect and is second only to Senior Brother Ding."
"No wonder your Lingxiao sect is so arrogant, it turns out you have two geniuses." Ding Xingqing suddenly realized.
She has always wondered why the Lingxiao Sect suddenly became so arrogant. Originally, they were not so arrogant and dared to offend the Jade Butterfly Sect.
It turned out that there were two young prodigies who wanted to become famous all over the world and wanted to use the Jade Butterfly Sect as a stepping stone.
Ding Aochuan said calmly: "You shouldn't have come today. You should continue to endure it. However, the sect leader has changed. It must be the new official who took office. You don't want to endure it anymore?"
Ding Xingqing sneered: "You guys from the Lingxiao Sect bully others too much, especially weak women. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world?"
"Haha...weak women?" Ding Aochuan smiled and shook his head: "Do you think you are weak women?"
Huang Zhouyuan said: "You weak women are not weak. If this is the case, then we will let you go... put down your sword, kneel down on the ground, kowtow three times, and you can leave."
Long Feifei said: "Junior Sister Ding, why bother talking nonsense with them? Just fight!"
"Well, let's fight!" Ding Xingqing has already tested the situation and knows that today, if she wants to gain favor, she needs to use the Jiuding Zhenyuan Technique she just learned. There is no way she will die here today.
Thinking of this, her eyes gleamed with cold light, and she said coldly: "Shall we wait for our sect leader's revenge?"
"Hehe..., your sect leader?" The round-faced young man who spoke earlier laughed and said, "He should deal with the elders of Divine Sword Peak first!"
Ding Xingqing waved her hand, and the figures of the six women flashed.
Long Feifei and her rushed towards the six women at the same time, blended into them, formed a petal shape, and drew their swords out of their sheaths.
"Hey, why bother to humiliate yourself?" The round-faced young man shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Huang?"
Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan waved their hands, signaling them to stand aside. The two of them floated down the wall and swooped towards the girls.
They felt that they should be able to catch it, so in order to avoid being careless and capsizing the ship, the two of them took action together, paying attention to the fact that the lion and the rabbit used their full strength.
"Buzz..." The sword light suddenly brightened.
A sword light enveloped the two of them.
The two sneered, clapped their palms together, and flashed their bodies. The Lingxiao Sect's unique gate-holding skills were body and palm skills.
The most powerful weapon in the Jade Butterfly Sect is the Flying Butterfly Palm, but there are not many disciples who have practiced it, and the remaining swordsmanship and the like have no systematic inheritance, so their power is limited.
The Lingxiao Clan extremely despises the Jade Butterfly Sect, especially when they succeed in bullying each time and the Jade Butterfly Sect tolerates it every time, which makes them despise them more and more.
Even though he reminded himself not to be careless, there was still contempt in his bones, which was why he swooped down like this without relying on the strength of the earth.
"Chichichichichi!" Before the two of them could let go of their momentum, they were hit by several swords. After landing, their bodies had been stabbed with several bloody holes. Blood was pouring out, and they turned into bloody men in the blink of an eye.
The two young men standing on the wall were stunned.
They couldn't believe what they saw: the geniuses of the Lingxiao Sect, the two youngest elders, and the grand master were seriously injured by this group of weak women.
It all happened so fast that they wondered if their eyes were dazzled and they were hallucinating.
But no matter how hallucinating it is, it shouldn't be like this.
Ding Xingqing shouted: "Continue!"
The eight girls were as light as butterflies and moved gracefully, surrounding the two young men.
Suddenly the sword light surged and became dazzling.
"Quick!" The two people on the wall rushed over to help.
The two senior brothers Ding and Huang were already injured and might not be able to withstand the siege of this group of women. The two of them were not trying to defeat them, but to rescue the two senior brothers.
"Ding ding ding ding..." In the clear voice, Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan mustered their remaining power and waved their palms fiercely.
Their palms were like gold and iron, and when they collided with the tip of the sword, they made a continuous clear sound, like rain hitting banana trees.
However, they were unable to defeat the group of swords with both palms. Although they blocked many swords, they still missed many swords, and their bodies were pierced with several holes again.
Ding Xingqing's sword formation has been improved by Ning Zhenzhen and has become more sophisticated. It may be barely enough to deal with top masters, but it is enough to deal with these two people.
"Kneel down, or I'll kill you!" Ding Xingqing shouted sweetly.
Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan would not kneel down even if they were dead. They gritted their teeth, their eyes were bloodshot, their clothes were stained red with blood, and the fishy smell hit their nostrils.
There was a large pool of blood on their feet, which was rapidly seeping into the soil between the green bricks.
"Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Huang, run away!" The two young men had already fallen into the sword formation and rushed towards a woman regardless of their own safety.
They want to use their bodies to pave a way out for Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan.
"Looking for death!" Ding Xingqing sneered: "Destroy them!"
They thought very well, but they didn't expect that the eight girls were in the sword formation. The Gang Qi was connected and their speed increased greatly. They easily avoided them and stabbed them with bloody holes.
Some of these blood holes are in the dantian of the lower abdomen, some in the sandalwood, some on the shoulders, and some on the thighs.
I avoided the heart position alone.
So after they fell to the ground, they were limp but still alive.
When Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan saw this situation, they were furious and waved their palms even more crazily, but in vain. They could not block all the swords and could not hit any girl.
"Stop!" Ding Xingqing shouted.
The sword formation came to an abrupt end.
The eight girls floated out ten feet away like butterflies.
Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan stood upright, unyielding, staring at them.
Ding Xingqing curled her red lips: "That's all, Lingxiaomen, hey!"
She immediately clasped her fists and said, "Sect Master."
Ning Zhenzhen's graceful figure appeared on the opposite wall, and she said lightly: "The sword formation is still a bit weak."
They lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Although they exerted astonishing power, they knew that the sword formation was indeed not yet fully practiced and its power was still limited.
"Practice hard when you go back and don't think about other things."
"yes."
"Let them hand over their swords and let them go."
"yes."
Ning Zhenzhen left slowly.
The girls bowed and saluted, then turned to look at the four of them.
Ding Xingqing pointed to the round-faced young man lying on the ground: "Where is the sword?"
"...in the house." The round-faced young man replied weakly with a pale face, and his eyes were blank.
All this was so bizarre.
Ding Xingqing floated over the wall and quickly took out a sword. The dark green scabbard was antique.
She nodded with satisfaction: "Abolish your martial arts, cut off your hand tendons and hamstrings, and let's go."
The figure of the eight women flew past the four people on the ground lightly, and the tip of the sword lightly scratched their hamstrings, tendons, and pubic fields, and then floated away, taking away the faint fragrance.
"Bang! Bang!"
Ding Aochuan and Huang Zhouyuan fell heavily to the ground and passed out.