The little Taoist nun felt a blur in front of her eyes, her neck tightened, and her body became light. In an instant, an iron hand pinched her fair neck, and her little face turned purple from holding back. Top 23S.
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"Tell me, where is Uncle Forbes?"
Wu Ming's expression was cold and terrifying, and his eyes were even more bloodthirsty. He pulled the little Taoist nun in front of him and shook the Long Miao Spear.
This treasure is a personal treasure of Wu Fu. It was passed down by the old King Wu Xiong. It has been missing since his death. It was not until the suppression of Zhang Zhongyi that it was revealed to others and never left his body.
"I...you..."
The little Taoist nun burst into tears and slapped Wu Ming's arm hard with her little hands, but she couldn't move it at all.
"I am being reckless!"
Wu Ming came to his senses with horror and quickly let go of the little Taoist nun.
As the saying goes, caring leads to chaos. The appearance of Long Miao's gun made him lose his sense of proportion, otherwise he would definitely have found clues.
If the other party really has evil intentions, just wait until he leaves the city and ambush him. There is no need to go to all this trouble, not to mention that the person who comes to the door is a young girl with artistic conception.
"Oh, you are bullying me, I want to tell the young master!"
The little Taoist nun was so frightened that she squatted on the ground and cried loudly.
Wu Ming panicked and was extremely embarrassed. Fortunately, he didn't forget to release his true energy to prevent the news from spreading. He didn't know how to comfort him. After all, he made a mistake first.
"Stop crying, if you cry again I'll strip you naked and throw you on the street!"
Wu Ming was concerned about Wu Fu's safety and was impatient at being disturbed, so he shouted sharply.
It worked really well, and the little Taoist girl was so scared that she clutched her chest tightly and shivered like a little quail. It was obvious that Wu Ming had left a big shadow on her.
"Tell me, who is your young master, and why do my elders carry weapons with them?"
Wu Ming tried his best to keep his face from looking too scary, and asked softly.
"My young master has said that you will know when you get there. I won't say anything else. Be careful that walls have ears!"
The little Taoist nun said tremblingly.
"lead the way!"
Wu Ming immediately stopped delaying.
The little Taoist nun's hands and feet were weak and she finally got up. Before she could stand firmly, Wu Ming pulled her arm out of the room.
A tenant who happened to be passing by saw it and couldn't help but give Wu Ming a thumbs up, showing an ambiguous look that every man would understand.
There were even some good-hearted people who whistled lightly, but luckily the little Taoist nun didn't understand, otherwise she would have had to fight Wu Ming desperately.
It’s no wonder people misunderstood her. In fact, the little Taoist nun’s neck was purple, her pale face was flushed with the redness of the rest of her life, her pitiful eyes, and her hands and feet were weak. It was hard to avoid making people think wildly.
Arriving at the inn's stairway, he boarded a carriage that had been waiting for him and drove away.
"Who is it?"
Wu Ming thought about it, not knowing who the other party was.
But it was related to Wu Fu's safety. He had to fight through mountains of swords and seas of fire, and even forced Ancestor Ku Ye to wake up and be prepared to fight to the death.
Of course, this is the worst case scenario!
"Huh?"
Wu Ming looked up and down at the little Taoist nun huddled up in a ball, and suddenly noticed something strange about her Taoist robe. An idea flashed in his mind, "Are you a disciple of Laoshan Taiqing Palace?"
"Uh-huh!"
The little Taoist nun didn't want to talk to Wu Ming, but when she thought of that murderous gaze, she subconsciously replied, and then added, "My name is Miao Yin, my family name... I can't tell you my last name!"
Wu Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was lucky that he didn't choke to death.
Knowing the origin of this girl, he would be stupid if he still didn't know who the 'young master' was.
Speaking of which, Wu Ming had met this 'young master' several times, but they had never communicated with each other.
It's no wonder that Wu Ming didn't think of it for a moment. In fact, this woman was dressed as a Taoist nun, but she said "young master", which made Wu Ming think twice.
The person who dares to call himself such a weird person in a Taoist sect as transcendent as Taiqing Palace, don’t think twice, it must be Luo Wuhua!
After thinking about it, he and Luo Wuhua had no enmity, and there was no conflict of interest. However, he was holding the Long Miao Spear and letting others lead the way. This was a bit elusive.
Fortunately, the carriage did not leave the city, but stopped in front of the bustling flower building in the corner of the east city.
The sounds of warblers, warblers, and swallows filled his ears, which made Wu Ming frown. No matter how he looked, he looked like he was looking for flowers and willows.
But when you think about that playboy's reputation, it's only natural.
"snort!"
The little Taoist nun Miao Yin seemed to be dissatisfied with the atmosphere here. She wrinkled her nose and led the way in silence, even her fear of Wu Ming faded a bit.
"Hehe, sister Miaoyin is back. Who is this? Could it be that my sister has fallen in love with the world?"
"Oh, don't talk nonsense. Who doesn't know that Sister Miaoyin cares about the young master, how can she disturb the heart?"
"Gee, maybe, even though this guy is rough, maybe this is what sister Miaoyin likes!"
The beautiful girls all over the building were making fun and teasing, making Miao Yin's face alternately red and white, and her little mouth was so pouty that it could hang from a bottle of oil.
Wu Ming was surprised to find that there were not even half a man in the flower house, and most of these women had some cultivation level, and some of them had artistic conception cultivation level.
Even so, it is not enough to pose a threat.
The two of them walked through the flower hall and came to the backyard. The sweet sound of silk and bamboo came to their ears. Looking from a distance, they saw a dancing girl singing and dancing among the flowers. It was so beautiful.
It's a pity that I saw the beautiful illusion before on the Shark Clan's boat. Compared with it, the difference between cloud and mud didn't even catch my eyes, let alone stir my heartstrings.
"Vixen!"
Miao Yin spat lowly and led Wu Ming up to the only elegant bamboo building.
"Does Fairy Lady like your young master?"
When Wu Ming went upstairs, his heart moved and he said calmly.
"nonsense!"
Miao Yin's pretty face turned red, and she no longer cared about being afraid of Wu Ming. She pinched her waist and pointed at Wu Ming and said, "What do you know, you are a bad disciple? I am a monk, but I don't want the young master to be disturbed by such vulgar things.
It only affects your cultivation. Besides, Young Master and I are..."
"Brother Wu is said to be a quick thinker, but he didn't expect to make some mistakes!"
At this moment, a frivolous, playful and magnetic voice came from the building.
"Oh!"
The corner of Wu Ming's mouth was slightly raised, he climbed up the steps, and when he passed Miao Yin, he said softly, "How do you know he didn't do this on purpose to temper his Taoist heart?"
"ah?"
Miao Yin was stunned for a moment, until Wu Ming went upstairs, quickly lifted up his Taoist robe and asked, "How do you know?"
"Brother Wu, you are the one who sees through things but doesn't tell them. Why do you need to expose my shortcomings?"
The voice said with helplessness.
"Sir, you..."
Miao Yin was stunned again and didn't know what to say.
"He is demonstrating to me!"
The door to the room upstairs was wide open, the white gauze curtain was lightly swinging, and a handsome and elegant figure was sitting cross-legged behind the piano table. It was Luo Wuhua. When he saw the redness and swelling on Miao Yin's neck with gentle and helpless eyes,
The charming chuckle suddenly faded away, and the melodious sound of the piano suddenly stopped. However, she saw her slender hands and ten fingers pressing on the strings, and said in a cold voice, "Did you hurt her?"
"I will not investigate this matter first. In desperation..."
Wu Ming cupped his hands to explain, then his expression tightened, and he suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, ready to go.
Ding dong!
The next moment, the sound of the piano was heard. Different from the silent spring breeze that moistened things before, this time it was like a strong wind and rain, and a stormy sea, hitting Wu Ming's mind one after another.
"Sir?"
No matter how dull Miao Yin was, she knew that Luo Wuhua was venting her anger on her behalf, and she couldn't help but become nervous.
"The sonic power is so powerful that it can actually shake the life fire that has been consolidated in my seven orifices, and it can also disturb my mind and create illusions!"
Wu Ming felt that he was like a small boat in the wind and rain, heaving up and down in the stormy waves, and it would capsize at any time. After just a cup of tea, his face turned pale, he groaned, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with red blood.
"Remember, no one can hurt her!"
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Luo Wuhua said coldly.
"Master!"
Miao Yin said movedly.
"Ahem!"
Wu Ming swallowed the blood and looked at Luo Wuhua with an evil smile, but he said to Miao Yin, "If you like it, say it. I owed you before and I can help you. If you can't beat it, I can give you medicine. I promise.
Make all your wishes come true!”
"You, you, you..."
Miao Yin was furious.
"snort!"
No matter how well-mannered Luo Wuhua was, her handsome face turned black with anger, and she blurted out angrily, "Yin Yin is my sister!"
"Hiccup! What?"
Wu Ming's smile froze, and he almost choked to death. His strange eyes wandered back and forth. The two of them didn't look like they were brother and sister.
"Also your sister!"
Luo Wuhua hesitated for a moment, then stood up, lifted up the white gauze curtain, and walked to the back, "Come with me!"
"Master!"
Miao Yin was stunned and didn't know what to do. She looked at Wu Ming and thought to herself: How could this fierce guy become his brother?
But out of habit, she still followed her with Yao Qin in her arms, a happy smile on her little face. The young master who had always been polite to him turned out to be so protective of her.
"My sister? Doesn't it mean that this kid and I are..."
Monk Wu Mingzhang was confused and secretly cursed in his heart, "I haven't heard that cheap parents have a daughter? Could it be that dad is out there..."
The more I think about it, the more outrageous and unreliable it becomes, so I simply don’t think about it anymore. Anyway, the real owner is right in front of me. You can ask at any time. The most important thing is Wu Fu.
If Luo Wuhua's music had not contained murderous intent, he would have asked Ku Ye to take action just now!
This sound wave skill alone is enough to reflect Luo Wuhua's astonishing cultivation level. It should be noted that the sound of the piano just now is a method of transmitting sound into the secret, directly into his heart, and has no impact on the nearby Miao Yin.
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"Fu Bo!"
When he came to the back and saw Wu Fu sitting cross-legged with a face as golden as paper, Wu Ming was frightened, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent, causing the air temperature to drop suddenly.
“It’s so cold!”
Miao Yin shrank her neck and cautiously approached Luo Wuhua before she found a sense of security.
"Young master, don't worry too much. I'm fine. I can recover after some time of cultivation!"
Wu Fu slowly opened his blood-filled eyes, looked at Wu Ming, and said happily.
"Who did it?"
Wu Ming stepped forward to support Wu Fu and looked at Luo Wuhua with cold eyes.
"You did it!"
Luo Wuhua's words made the former stunned, and then he said, "You went all the way east and caused a lot of trouble. For your safety, Mr. Wu did not hesitate to put himself in danger just to stop you."
Wu Ming was silent.
Ji Qingchan's words echoed in his ears, but he still preferred to go to Hushan.
Only when it was related to his safety could Wu Fu come in person regardless of life and death. The hostile forces were concerned about Wu Ming's identity, but they would not be concerned about this old man, who was no more than a master.
"Young Master, stop it!"
Wu Fu patted the back of Wu Ming's hand. There was no complaint in his kind smile, only concern.