"Don't worry about me, take care of the other disciples first." Ruyi suddenly thought of the princess and the young master, and panicked in her heart, wondering if she would be kidnapped back to Mount Emei by the old Emei witch.
She turned over and sat on the prisoner cow and said: "Aqiu, come with me to find two people..."
The prisoner cow nodded, gave a submissive cry, and carried Ruyi away.
Elder Yanfeng was amazed. This prison cow was an ancient mythical beast. I had never heard of anyone bending its knees for anyone. How could it be so obedient to my aunt? It was almost as well-behaved as the kitten she raised.
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Four low-ranking Emei disciples were guarding Ningwu and Chu Ao in one side of the Shangqing Palace. The headmaster had given instructions to them to take good care of them. The injuries on their bodies had been treated with medicine, so there was nothing serious. They just lost blood.
A little too much, you need a good rest.
There was constant fighting and killing outside. They were in the palace and did not know what the situation was. Due to the teacher's orders, they did not dare to go out to check.
But now that all the martial arts people have retreated, and it becomes quiet outside the hall, the four young disciples can't sit still.
"Why is there no movement?"
"I don't know, maybe the fight is over."
"But after the fight, why doesn't Master come to us?"
Princess Ningwu has been listening to them. Although her body hurts, her words are still unforgiving: "Humph, give up, you will never win. Your master must have seen the situation as unoptimistic and ran away on his own.
Now, I’ll leave you alone!”
After hearing this, a disciple hurriedly said: "What are you talking about! You are just a disciple and you still worry about others!"
Princess Ningwu cursed: "What's wrong with my disciple! If you have the ability, you could kill me. How dare you! How dare you!"
The young disciple was angry and anxious, so he drew his sword towards Princess Ningwu, but was held down by the other three disciples.
"What are you doing? Put the sword back quickly. Master asked us to take good care of her, so we won't hurt her."
"Humph!" The disciple threw the sword to the ground, feeling helpless.
The angrier she is, the happier Ningwu is. He thinks that you, the people who keep me in check, can't control my mouth. You will be so angry when you see what I say!
"Ah, as expected, you really have no ability. How can an old witch teach a good disciple with her virtues?" Ningwu held her head high, becoming more and more proud as she spoke. Anyway, it was just a mouthful, and it didn't hurt her body.
The young master was helpless and pretended to sleep with his eyes closed. He didn't want to participate in the war between women. If others tried to hurt Ningwu, he would not let it go. But in terms of words, these disciples were completely
Can't compare to Ningwu's.
He thought to himself that if they got married and quarreled over trivial matters, he would really not be able to quarrel with Ningwu... He couldn't help but start to worry about his future and fate.
The disciple was so excited by the mist that he couldn't do anything, so he could only stare and breathe heavily.
Ning Wu thought to himself, why did it happen so suddenly? Aren't your Emei sect very powerful? Wasn't it just because you gossiped about people behind their backs that you were so excited to sign up for the competition... But let me show you your real skills!
"Senior sister, you just stay here and watch while I go out and get some fresh air," the disciple said.
Ningwu curled his lips and looked at her, thinking to himself, she couldn't compete with herself in terms of ventilation!
As soon as the disciple opened the door, he bumped into something furry.
She quickly stepped back and saw that the entire door was blocked. There was a huge object blocking the door. They could no longer get out through the door.