Mo Li was silent for a while, looked at Ji Xiaofu, then looked at Master Jue, shook his head and said: "Miss Ji, I'm sorry, I can't hide this from my sixth uncle."
He also hesitated and struggled in his heart, and felt pitiful for Ji Xiaofu.
But people always have to pay the price for what they have done.
The path is ultimately your own choice.
Mo Li's hesitation was because he didn't know how to deal with this woman. As her fiancé and Mo Li's sixth uncle, Yin Liting naturally had the right to know, and he should also know what happened.
Ji Xiaofu's face turned pale.
There is no doubt that she is thinking of Yin Liting in her heart. The two have been engaged for many years, and each is the direct descendant of a major martial arts school. They both have outstanding martial arts skills, appearance and character. Even if they don't meet often, they will have some feelings for each other.
She doesn't want what she has done to be known to her family or Yin Liting. There is nothing wrong with a woman always wanting to preserve her good side in front of the person she likes. Just like in the case of Yang Xiao, there is nothing wrong with her rude resistance.
So what's wrong?
The fault lies in the word "no regrets" and the fault lies in her rejection of Master Miejie's request.
Good and evil are incompatible!
On one side was the big devil who had a deep feud with her master, on the other hand was her family and her master who had the grace to raise her up and teach her skills, and her fiancé who was a matchmaker. She made the wrong choice with her actions.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly dropped to freezing point.
Master Jue wants revenge!
So she came up with a way to have Ji Xiaofu assassinate him. She wanted to see a clear line drawn between her disciples and their enemies!
But this disciple disappointed her.
There are many things in this world that cannot be said in black and white, but when it comes to stance, it is either black or white, and there is no ambiguity in between!
Ji Xiaofu did not see through this. She thought that by escaping into Buddhism, she would be able to stay away from these right and wrongs. Little did she know that in the eyes of Master Jue, this was an ironclad evidence of favoring Yang Xiao!
Extinction, extermination, could someone with such a Taoist name be the role of Yi?!
Master Jue's right hand had already been balled up into a fist. She looked cold and stern and said in a threatening tone: "Xiaofu, I will ask you again, do you want to kill Yang Xiao?"
Under the power accumulated by the head of Emei for many years, everyone present was breathless due to the aura emanating from Master Jue. Ji Xiaofu could see the anger of her master, she pursed her lips and still said: "Disciple only
I hope to escape into Buddhism and no longer care about worldly matters!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Master Miejie's eyes sparkled with a compelling light. She laughed angrily and said, "Unexpectedly, this poor nun has spent twenty years of hard work and actually cultivated a good wife for her enemy. She's so tight, so tight!"
boom!
Before she finished speaking, she stretched out her fist and slapped Ji Xiaofu's head with a palm. This palm was round but square, combining yin and yang. It was the most profound palm technique in Emei, the Four Elephant Divine Palm. It was easy to strike.
Such a unique skill shows the great anger and murderous intention in Master Miejie's heart!
Looking at this palm, Bei Jinyi and others all turned pale, but Ding Minjun couldn't help but have a slight smile on his lips.
Among the Emei Sect, Ji Xiaofu is the most talented and the most favored by Master Miejie. She is the one she is most jealous of and the person most likely to compete with her for the leadership.
But this man is going to die now!
call out!
A howling wind suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, but they saw a black light that was as fast as lightning. It came first and stopped in front of Master Miejie's palm!
boom!
There was a muffled sound, full of energy, and all the dust on the ground was rolled up. Everyone felt a strong wind blowing towards their faces. Their hearts froze, and the air became thicker. When they looked at it carefully, they saw that
Seeing that there was already a simple sheathed long sword in front of Master Miejie’s hand, and it was Mo Li who took action!
"What a profound inner strength!"
Master Miejie gave a compliment, but said with a cold face: "Is Mo Shaoxia trying to interfere in the family affairs of our Emei sect? I am not a poor nun, why are those two losers like Taichong!"
She was secretly shocked by the depth of Mo Li's internal strength. The Emei Nine Yang Kung Fu she had practiced hard for more than 40 years was like a mud cow sinking into the sea with one palm. This internal strength alone was enough to dominate the world!
Ji Xiaofu was knocked to the ground by the force of the two people, with a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth. She said: "Mo Shaoxia, thank you for saving me. It's just that Master has been very kind to me. If she wants to kill me, I will
I am willing to die!"
"Mother...mother..."
Yang Buhui ran to Ji Xiaofu with tears in his eyes and said with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you okay, mother..."
"Good boy, mom is fine..."
Ji Xiaofu touched Yang Buhui's face lovingly and said, "You can live a good life alone in the future."
"You are wrong, I am not trying to save you."
Li Qiye shook his head and said, "Do you recognize the sword in my hand?"
He pulled out the sword blade, and a cold air came through his body. The blade was mottled with black and white, implying yin and yang, and was extremely sharp. Ji Xiaofu's expression suddenly changed!
"This...this is the Ziwu Sword?!"
"Yes, it's the Ziwu Sword."
Mo Li said sternly: "This sword blocked your palm today, so I'm thanking you for the gift of the sword on behalf of my sixth uncle!"
Ji Xiaofu was silent for a while, and the look of guilt in her eyes became even stronger.
Mo Li said again: "So that Master Tai knows that Miss Ji is not only your disciple of Emei, but also my daughter-in-law who has never been to Wudang. Whether she lives or dies, your Emei faction cannot decide!"
Master Jiejie raised his eyebrows and said, "How are you doing?!"
Li Li ignored her, but held the scabbard, handed the hilt to Ji Xiaofu, and said: "Miss Ji, my master often said that no matter what a person does in the world, he must do it."
Bear the consequences.”
Ji Xiaofu understood.
The figure of the tall and tall young man appeared in her mind, with a bleak smile on his face. She only heard her say: "If you die under the Ziwu Sword, I will not be indebted to the Six Heroes of Yin. Master, the disciple will be here in the next life."
Serve you again!"
Before she finished speaking, she had already pulled out the Ziwu Sword, and in the flash of cold light, a wisp of blood burst out!
Ji Xiaofu's body fell softly to the ground, and the sword blade had already cut her neck. She said with a weak breath: "Please...please take care of...well..."
Before he finished speaking, the man had already lost his breath, but his eyes were still staring at Yang Buhui until he died.
The little baby cried loudly, but Master Miejie's face was as cold as iron. Of course everyone present understood what Ji Xiaofu meant, but how could she let go of Yang Xiao's daughter?!
"Mr. Min, go and kill this evil bastard and root it out!" Miejie Shi Taihan said in a voice.
Ding Minjun drew out his sword without hesitation and wanted to step forward.
Mo Li said, "Wait a minute!"
Master Miejie said angrily: "What, you want to save this girl's life?!"
Li Qiye chuckled, shook his head, and said, "I want to ask her to send me a letter."
After a pause, Li Li added: "A letter sent to Guangmingding."
…
Chang'an, the Beggar Clan takes the helm.
It was sunny today, and Shi Huolong was carried out by his men to bask in the sun in the yard.
His face looked a little unattractive. It was no wonder that the leader of the dignified gang had lost all his martial arts skills. It was strange that he was in a good mood.
However, he also had some sense of relief in his heart.
Although the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Clan can be called unparalleled magic, it is also extremely difficult to practice. He tried hard to practice the twelve palms, but he has already exhausted his energy. If he continues to practice, he will probably suffer the consequences, but now he is
No need to worry about this problem anymore.
He was thinking about the many affairs in the gang recently and trying to figure out who to appoint as gang leader. At this moment, a disciple of the Beggar Clan suddenly came to report: "Gang leader, there are several people coming outside, saying they are descendants of the Yang family and want to see you.
, waiting in the lobby."
Descendants of the Yang family!
Shi Huolong was shocked, could there be some clues to the matter?!
He said: "Quick, take me to see them!"
The Beggar Clan disciple said yes and immediately arranged for someone to carry him to the hall. However, when he entered, he was shocked. In addition to a group of beautiful women, there was also a man sitting in the hall.
The man was dressed in white, with a sword hanging from his waist. He had a handsome face and a gentle temperament. He was looking at him with a smile. Who could he be if he wasn't Mo Li?