Soon, the seven women carried Jiang He to a large palace. This palace was built with great majesty and splendor. The palace was built with eighteen pillars with dragons coiled around them, just like a royal palace in ancient times.
Seven women came to the front of the hall and bowed one after another and shouted: "Please see the great elder!"
Soon after, there was a creak, and the front door of the hall opened, and a female disciple walked out of the hall. The female disciple said: "The great elder said, come in!"
"yes!"
Then, the seven women carried Jiang He into the hall together.
The main hall is empty. Although the space is large, it looks very desolate. On the high platform in the front, there are ten Taishi chairs. These ten Taishi chairs are the seats of the ten elders of Zixia Sect.
At this time, there was already a person sitting on the first chair, a woman.
The woman is wearing a purple robe with gold threads as embellishment. She does not look old, that is, she is about thirty years old. She has exquisite facial features and no wrinkles on her face. Although she is already thirty years old,
It looks like she still has charm, and she doesn't have the air of a young woman.
She is the great elder of Zixia Sect, Zhao Zixia.
Zhao Zixia played with a string of Buddhas in her hands and looked up at Yang Qing.
"Yang Qing, if you don't lead your disciples to practice, why are you carrying a man to the main hall?"
Hearing this, Yang Qing quickly lowered her head and said: "To tell you what the elder said, this man is a gangster! We found him when we were taking a bath. At that time, he was hiding in the spiritual spring and peeked at us taking a bath! We didn't dare to deal with him privately.
So I brought it here and asked the Great Elder for your decision!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zixia frowned and looked at Jiang He with disgust.
"How dare you peek at my Zixia Sect disciples taking a bath? My Zixia Sect is very heavily guarded. How did you get in?"
Looking at Jiang He again, his eyes were fixed on Zhao Zixia's feet. He couldn't move his eyes away at all, and he didn't even hear Zhao Zixia's words.
Seeing Jiang He's gaze so direct, Zhao Zixia felt even more angry.
"Needless to say, you must be a spy sent by the evil sect! Someone is here! Hang him up and beat him!"
Zhao Zixia gave the order, and several female disciples were about to hoist Jiang He to the beam!
Hearing this, Jiang He finally reacted and quickly explained: "Hey, hey, no! I'm not some evil spy! I'm just passing by! This is a misunderstanding!"
But these female disciples did not have time to listen to Jiang He's explanation. They saw a purple rope directly lifting Jiang He up and hanging it on the beam of the main hall!
At this time, Zhao Zixia was seen holding a leather whip and standing up in person.
"You still dare to quibble? My Zixia Sect is heavily guarded. Let alone people, not even a fly can fly in! And you not only sneaked in, but you also hid in Lingquan to watch my Zixia Sect's female disciples take a bath! You are not
Who is the spy of the evil sect? You won’t admit it, right? You’ll admit it when I give it a few whips!”
After saying that, Zhao Zixia whipped Jiang He hard with a whip!
There was a snap! The whip exploded on Jiang He's body! If an ordinary person received this whip, his skin and flesh would definitely be torn apart! But who is Jiang He? Jiang He is a monk in the Nascent Soul stage!
Although the Zhao Zixia in front of him was the great elder of the Zixia Sect, her cultivation was only the third level of the Martial God. To Jiang He, her attacks were like scratching an itch.
But Jiang He himself knew that although he was not a nefarious spy, he did spy on others taking a bath, so he would be whipped as many times as he wanted to make them feel happy, and the matter would be over.
So Jiang He immediately screamed in cooperation: "Ah! Stop hitting! It hurts! I was wrong! I shouldn't have peeked at the fairies taking a bath!"