That night, thousands of Beggar Clan Dayong Branch disciples stayed up all night, searching every possible hiding place within a hundred miles of the city.
In an iron gun temple outside the city.
In the darkness, Azi, who was sleeping soundly while lying on a pile of hay, suddenly opened her eyes.
At this time, Azi was dirty all over, and her pretty, white and pink face was covered with plant ash that she had deliberately applied. Her alert and dignified expression was like a little fox that had discovered an intruder was coming towards its lair.
There was a very thin silk thread tied to the index finger of her right hand. This invisible thread, as thin as spider silk, was connected to a large net outside the temple.
This dilapidated temple was Azi's carefully chosen resting place. Behind the temple is a large mountain, which is full of towering ancient trees that require two people to hug each other. Outsiders who want to enter the temple can only go through the front door.
It will inevitably touch the soft silk net that Ah Zi laid out in advance, so Ah Zi is prepared.
There was a lot of movement, and there seemed to be at least two people. It was already late at night, and so many people were rushing towards this extremely remote and ruined temple outside the city...
The first thing Azi thought was that her whereabouts had been exposed, and people from her master's sect were chasing her, and her little heart suddenly twitched.
However, listening to the messy and clumsy footsteps of the other party, it is obvious that he is an ordinary person who has almost no martial arts skills. Even a handyman disciple of the Xingxiu Sect who has just started training for a few days is much better than these two people.
Azi curled her little lips in disdain and thought to herself: Old monster Ding was really in a hurry to seek medical treatment, so he sent out this kind of trash. Did he expect this kind of trash to be able to stop me?
She grew up in the Xingxiu sect since she was a child. With her clever ability to observe people's words and tell ghosts, she actually became the ninth direct disciple of Ding Chunqiu. Although her martial arts skills are low, she always
Keep in mind the survival rules of the Xingxiu Sect - no matter what time, you must please the master. When the master is happy, life will be easier.
All Xingxiu disciples know this and regard it as a guideline to memorize it morning and night. However, among the thousands of disciples in the entire Xingxiu sect, no one has practiced this skill to the extreme like Ah Zi.
The rest of the people were either flattering and did not have any new ideas in the filming and could not impress the master, or the filming was not realistic enough and made the master unhappy. Even the mother-in-law did not bless her and flattered the horse directly on the leg, which made the master angry.
Master, my life is at stake.
Ah Zi has seen such a scene more than once in all her years in the sect. The way those senior brothers who were older than her and had been with the school for a long time begged miserably before being executed by their master, Ah Zi could never forget in her dreams.
She always uses these examples of failure to remind herself that she must not forget her original intention on the road of praising her master, and she must always remember that innovation is the only way to survive the fierce intra-sect struggle.
Every time he slacked off for a moment, Azi would use the examples of those senior brothers who died tragically to remind himself not to rest on his laurels and become complacent. Today the master may still be smiling at you, but tomorrow he may say the wrong thing and anger the master.
Over the years, Azi's martial arts skills are considered average among his brothers, but by constantly innovating on the road to please his master, he has also learned a lot of evil tricks from Ding Chunqiu. It is more than enough to protect himself when traveling in the world.
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She ran away because she was afraid.
As she got older, the gray-haired girl with yellow hair gradually turned into a pretty and charming girl. Especially her small breasts that were gradually protruding, no matter how tight Ah Zi tightened the belt, she could not completely hide it.
No matter how much dust she smeared on her face, the occasional trace of delicate skin would attract the coveted eyes of her classmates. Even the Master, who always regarded himself as a fairy, the way he looked at her during this time made her shudder.
Become afraid.
She wanted to escape, but she couldn't find a good opportunity. Until this time, Master went to the Central Plains. After returning, he often retreated and saw no one.
Azi observed for many days and guessed that Ding Chunqiu must have suffered a big loss in the Central Plains. After all, none of the senior brothers who went out with the master at the time came back, and the master was very secretive about his experience in the Central Plains. Several of them were ignorant.
A disciple of a disciple was executed by his master for flattering him by patting his horse on the leg.
Azi was so happy that she took advantage of Ding Chunqiu's retreat again, stole the sacred tree Wang Ding used by her master to practice martial arts, and flew away, all the way to the Central Plains.
She thought this way: Ding Chunqiu must have met some extremely powerful person in the Central Plains for being like this. In such a period of time, Ding Chunqiu would definitely not dare to go to the Central Plains again.
Even if he stole the sacred wooden king tripod, the master would only send a few disciples and be done with it.
Isn’t it easy to deal with those fools who have never been enlightened?
What's more, once I have mastered the master's special skills and transformed the power with the help of the sacred wooden king tripod, hehe, what will happen if Ding Chunqiu himself comes in person?
Thinking of the dusty journey that she had been experiencing, and how hungry and full she was, Ah Zi felt angry for no reason: Can even this kind of trash fish come after me now?
Her heart skipped a beat, her jade fingers moved lightly, and the web that spread out like a spider web in the courtyard suddenly closed in, as if a layer of smoke had arisen out of thin air.
This net is made of the silk of the Tianshan Snow Spider. Although it is small, it is extremely tough. Not to mention ordinary people, even a wild cow cannot escape if it is caught in the net.
Sure enough, as soon as Azi pulled her hand, she heard a scream coming from the yard. It was obvious that someone had been hit.
Then Ah Zi tried her best to hang up the net - the thread had been tied along the beams of the ruined temple. In a moment, two angry faces appeared in front of Ah Zi.
Seeing the two people squeezing each other and struggling in the soft silk net, Ah Zi was extremely happy. She clapped her little hands excitedly and said with a sweet smile: "Haha, you push the two big crabs caught in the net.
I, I push you, it’s so fun, so fun, hahahaha.”
She shook her head and danced like a little fox that had caught its prey.
The two people caught in Ah Zi's net were furious when they saw Ah Zi's excitement, and angrily shouted: "Devil! Put us down quickly!"
Ah Zi curled her lips in disdain and said with a smile: "This is strange. I slept well in this temple in the middle of the night. You two came over and disturbed my aunt's dream. Do you still want me to let you go?"
The disciple of the Beggar Clan who was dressed in shabby clothes cursed bitterly: "You witch, how can you be a good man by using such shameful means? You have the ability to put us down and compete openly and openly!"
Ah Zi smiled and said: "You have already said that I am a witch and I am not a good man in the first place. Why should I let you go? Tell me, what are the backgrounds of you two!"
As she spoke, she fiddled with the delicate and small dagger in her hand. Her innocent expression was extremely inconsistent with the movements of her hands, making it look particularly strange in this silent night.