I arrived at school today, and today I have lifted the ban for three consecutive chapters. The promise has been fulfilled. Thank you for your support.

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There were only two people left in the store. The two stood far away and were afraid of each other, and they did not take action easily. The tables, chairs and pans were in a mess, all of which were broken.

The white-browed monk suddenly bowed, whispered a Buddha's name, and said in a deep voice: "The Sword of the Heavenly Sword is something outside the body. Why should the Master take it so seriously? Put down the sword and leave with peace of mind? Do you know how many people the prince mobilized for this sword? Lao Na is just the first level. The remaining path is dangerous every step. If you are not careful, you will have two corpses."

Mie Jue sneered, "You are bullying me as a three-year-old child? You can tell this lies with such a huge lie. Don't talk too much. With your skills, it is difficult to find the second one in the world. Unless it is you, who can hold my sword of the Heavenly Sword?"

The white-browed monk shook his head: "I am obsessed with it. You must know that many ants bite the elephant to death. My Buddha is merciful and wants to eliminate disasters for you and bring a sword!"

The monk shouted the Buddha's name and then started his hand. He looked about sixty years old, with white hair, but his body was strong and his arms were strong, and he had no old appearance at all. Although the Zen Staff was cut into more than a dozen pieces by Miejue, he attacked him with bare hands and a strong wind scattered and flowing. It was not the same as when he danced the crazy wand. The power on his flesh palm was three points stronger than the crazy wand.

The Sword of Miejue has never been unsheathed. She knew that there was no difference between the Yitian Sword coming out or not when dealing with such a master who grabbed the white and blades with bare hands. However, she waved the sword and used the Emei Secret Sword Technique. For a moment, the two of them fought very closely.

The old monk's skills were obviously higher than Miejue, but Miejue had the Heavenly Sword in his hand. The two of them were in a stalemate and fought back, but they secretly admired each other.

The monk spread his fingers and used a strange acupoint-pointing technique. A stream of cold air shot out. Every time Miejue met him, his qi and blood were churning. He felt a sense of coldness rising up and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Miejue complained secretly here, and the monk didn't dare to be careless. He looked at the nun in front of him who used the Heavenly Sword. The Emei sword technique was really exquisite, and the cold aperture turned several times. If he hadn't shrunk his hand quickly, he would have cut off a few fingers! He was also dealing with it carefully.

The two of them were fighting hard. When the important thing was that, the monk's apprentice rode back, turned over and dismounted, holding a knife in his hand, and blood dripped down from the knife. He approached the store and bowed politely, "Master! That child has been slaughtered by me!"

When Miejue heard this, his sword in his hand slowed down.

The monk was overjoyed. At this moment, he quickly stretched out his fingers and grabbed the sword circle. He pointed the acupoint and changed it to a small grab. His palm turned and grabbed the Yitian sword scabbard! He was about to take off the Yitian sword, but he saw the white light flashing in front of him, and the dragon roar was buzzing. The monk felt that his eyes were lit. He knew something was wrong, so he quickly stepped back, and his palm firmly grasped the Yitian sword scabbard, reluctant to let go.

I felt my palms numb, painful and relaxed, as if something was missing. To be determined, my five fingers of my right hand were cut off, and blood surged out. The Yitian sword sheath that was originally snatched into my right hand just now was gone.

Looking up, the Yitian Sword, which was still unsheathed in Miejue's hand, stood there calmly, with a small stall of blood at his feet, and the monk's little finger was on it.

The monk was originally a very wise figure, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment. He was in trouble with the power of Mie Jue's sword and did not dare to step forward. Mie Jue held the sword, snorted coldly, walked away with his sleeves, and ignored the monk's handsome disciple, rode straight on his horse, and slowly left.

The monk's disciple dared to come forward and bandage his fingers to the master. The monk didn't care about the pain in his hand, staring at Miejue's back in a daze, and murmured: "Why did he suddenly become so powerful? The sword just now was so fast that I didn't even see it clearly. I obviously took the scabbard!"

He couldn't figure it out, and Fang Dongbai couldn't figure it out either. With Huang Rong's superb wisdom and Guo Jing's supreme martial arts and practical experience, he also spent his best efforts. Combined with the experience of his predecessors, he used worldly first-class tricks such as dog-beating stick techniques as the basis, and spent more than a month to create the seven sword-taking styles. How could he easily figure it out?

The monk was frightened by Miejue's sword that day, and he did not dare to chase him again. He was unwilling to accept it and had no choice but to sit down and ask in a deep voice: "Youliang, have you really killed that child?"

Youliang is the name of the handsome boy. If Gao Qiang is there, he would definitely be shocked. He had actually guessed that the master and apprentice were famous villains in the original book. The kind-hearted Buddha of Changdi was Hunyuan Pili Hand, whose original name was Cheng Kun's name Yuanzhen Monk, and the handsome boy was Yuanzhen's apprentice, Chen Youliang.

Chen Youliang bowed and said, "Master, my disciple is incompetent. After the child's horse was caught in the poisonous dart, he ran very quickly for some reason. I chased him for a long time and didn't catch up, so I had to come back to report. Seeing that the master was very nervous about fighting with the thief, the disciple took his own initiative to scare the nun, hoping that she would reveal one or two flaws, but he didn't expect..."

Yuanzhen nodded, "You are right, I don't understand why the nun heard the news of the child's death and gave him a powerful killing move. It's strange, strange. I had already grabbed the Yitian Sword in my hand, but in the blink of an eye, she took it away and accompanied a finger. It's bad luck!"

The two of them were bowing their heads and thinking hard, but they didn't know that Master Miejue's thoughts were completely different from those of ordinary people.

She has always regarded herself as righteous. In the original book, she even forced Zhou Zhiruo to make a poisonous oath in the tower, but seduced Zhang Wuji, and then obtained the secrets from the Sword of the Heavenly Slaying Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sword. It can be seen that most of her work only depends on the results, but she does not pay much attention to the process. Although she is rigid most of the time, she acts in a straightforward manner. She can give Zhou Zhiruo such a defective idea, which is considered a strange person.

Since she puts the people of the world first, let alone Gao Qiang, even if she has changed her beloved disciple, she can give up if she is compared with the Yitian Sword. She knows the secret of the Yitian Sword, so even if she dies, she doesn't want the Yitian Sword to fall into the hands of the government, for fear that she will be a little unsafe and will let down the trust of the ancestor.

Since Gao Qiang became a burden to her, she had already decided to give up, so she didn't care if she offended Wudangshan for this. She had just been fighting with the monk, but in fact she wanted to wait for the monk's disciple to come back to hear whether Gao Qiang escaped and died.

However, I knew in my heart that there was little hope. Gao Qiang was hit by the poison dart and the horse was injured. There was a young man with great martial arts to chase him, and even if he had ten lives, he would lose.

When the young man came back, Mie Jue's mind became more firm. Since Gao Qiang died, she decided to retreat. At that time, Yuan Zhen suddenly grabbed the sword, but she instantly regained it with a secret move. The Yitian Sword came out and cut Yuan Zhen's little finger. If Yuan Zhen had not retreated quickly, even his arms would have been thrown here.

The more powerful a person is, the more cautious he is, the more afraid he will be to capsize in the gutter. When Grandma Jinhua cut her sleeves by Zhao Min, she retreated without caring about the Yitian Sword. In fact, one truth is, let alone Yuan Zhen even lost a finger.

She scared Yuanzhen with a sword. At that moment, she quickly left, rode her horse, and decided to go straight to Wudang to tell the evil news.

In her eyes, Gao Qiang naturally died at the hands of this hateful Shaolin monk. Along the way, although she didn't like Gao Qiang, she couldn't say she was disgusted. Now that she lacked such a child, she felt uncomfortable.

After running around the horse for more than ten feet, Miejue finally couldn't help it. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and she was covered in cold sweat. If Yuanzhen continued to fight, the Yitian Sword would definitely be lost.

Gao Qiang rode his horse wildly, feeling a heat spreading slowly from his back. He knew that he had been poisoned deeply. At this moment, he didn't feel how painful the wound was. He just felt itchy and numb, and he felt a little bit of wood, and he didn't feel blood gushing out.

He was even more worried at the moment, knowing that if he felt pain and bleeding, it would be a good thing, and he was seriously toxic.

He had just cut off the reins with a knife and fled over and fled with the horse. Unexpectedly, the young man threw three plum blossom poisonous darts over. He smashed one with the knife, and the knife was also knocked away by the force attached to the dart. He was hit by one on his back, and then the innocent horse was hit by another.

It is also considered a mistake. After all, people and horses have different physical constitutions. If they are infected with poison darts, they are such a groggy symptom of Gao Qiang. After a short time, they will have to lose their lives. After that horse was infected with poison darts, it seemed like it had taken some stimulant. It immediately spitted four hooves and ran quickly, with a speed of more than twice as fast as usual.

Chen Youliang was not very skilled in his kung fu, and the horses he rode were not a divine horse. How could he catch up with the crazy horse galloping on the ground? Seeing Gao Qiang attached to the horse's back and leaving, he had no choice but to strangle the horse, go back to report his life, and then deceive Master Mie Jue.

Gao Qiang didn't know that so many things had happened here. He attached himself to the horse's back, feeling the bumpy and his brain was drowsy. He just wanted to fall asleep, but his eyes couldn't open it anymore. He knew that if he continued like this, he would probably fall off the horse's back and fall off the galloping horse, and he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Seeing that the horse had lost its mind and could not hold it any longer, he bit his tongue and used the pain to get a little awake. He took the reins and tied his body tightly to it. When he fainted, he became unconscious.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt a person standing in front of him, as if four or five more people were standing. Gao Qiang couldn't see clearly, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make any sound. His ears were buzzing, like a dozen bees flying. After he woke up for a while, he fainted again. He only saw that the vague person in front of him, who was not sure whether it was a man or a woman, had moved his lips a few times.

I don’t know how long it took, Gao Qiang felt a flame in his throat that could burn people up. He suddenly opened his eyes, stammered his lips, and shouted: “Shui! Water!”

At this time, he recovered his facial features and looked at the ordinary and even slightly dilapidated house in front of him. The room was empty, with only a table, two chairs, and two wooden racks, with two pieces of clothing hanging on it, and there was nothing else, leaving out simple hatred, just like a hotel. There was also a thin layer of mattress under him, and a paper-thin quilt on his body, and nothing else was left.

There was no one in the room. He didn't know why, but he didn't have the strength to shout. The sound he shouted was as thin as a mosquito sound. It would be good if he could hear it himself.

Just waiting withered and waited, Gao Qiang felt the scorching pain in his throat, as if a piece of charcoal was burning. He wanted to shout, but no one heard it. Instead, he felt even more painful with his throat. When he was in pain, the door creaked open.

A girl dressed in plain clothes walked in, and a faint fragrance came. Gao Qiang looked at the girl, about one or two years younger than him, about eight or nine years old, with her hair combed into two buns on the left and right, dressed as a maid.

The girl is very beautiful with melon-shaped face and willow-leaf eyebrows, looking around her eyes, and her spirit is full of energy. If she looks like Gao Qiang secretly scores, she will look two or three more spiritual than Zhao Min.

She held a teacup in her hand, and the heat was steaming, obviously a cup of tea. Gao Qiang saw the tea with his eyes, and his eyes turned from the woman to the teacup without moving. However, he was afraid of being embarrassed in front of the girl, not saying thirst or saying a word, but the meaning in his eyes was revealed.

The little girl sat in front of the bed, smiled slightly, and two small vortexes appeared on her face, which was very beautiful. Gao Qiang suddenly felt that the woman in front of her looked familiar, but she couldn't remember it.

The girl picked up the teacup, but did not feed it to Gao Qiang. She smelled it herself first, then stuttered in her mouth, obviously she was intoxicated by herself, and then took a sip of her lips, moistened her throat in her mouth, and suddenly turned her head and spit it all on the ground with a sip.

She suddenly turned her head and asked, "Hey, plum blossom, I'll ask you, why did I come in just now, and you looked at this tea without looking at me? Is this tea more attractive than me? Is it more beautiful than me?"

Gao Qiang was stunned and then knew that the "Plum Blossom" refers to him. He just felt amused and laughed. Not to mention this funny and ignorant nickname, how can a person compare with tea? It is not comparable at all! Moreover, he was even more anxious when he watched the woman slowly savoring the fragrance and drinking tea. He was even more anxious. Before he looked at the tea, he was thirsty. After seeing the tea, he felt even more hot as if it was a fire.

"Good sister, of course you are beautiful, but I'm very thirsty. Can you give me some water?" Gao Qiang had no choice but to say soft words, muttering in his heart: People are under the eaves, they must bow their heads. In order to drink tea, the pigs turn into Chang'e...

"Sister, sister..." The little girl was a little thoughtful, suddenly became furious, stood up, poured tea on Gao Qiang's face. The tea was very hot, Gao Qiang might as well prepare for a while, but she felt her face was hot and she didn't know how many blisters she had burned. He let out a sore throat, and his body jumped out of the bed and fell heavily.

Gao Qiang was moaning there, but the girl threw the cup and heard the jingle sound. The teacup became fragments. She turned around and said furiously: "Are you my brother? How dare you call me sister? Don't mention this word in the future! Otherwise, hum!"

He turned around and left angrily. Gao Qiang was secretly sad here. Why are there so many disasters? But he didn't care about thinking too much, and he was both angry and angry. He felt that he had never suffered such a big loss after coming to this world!

Even Zhao Min, the pride of heaven, also put away her princess’s arrogant arrogance in front of him?

I slowly stuck out my tongue and licked the water droplets on my face to my lips. It was so painful that my throat hurts!

A few drops of water rolled into his throat, making Gao Qiang feel slightly better. He suddenly realized that he could almost stand up after being splashed with tea on his face and command his limbs, unlike when he woke up, he was sore and weak that he could not move.

He slowly tried to twist his limbs and found that they could be used. Although they were still a little sore and soft, he slowly got up and felt strange, could a bowl of tea cure the disease?

Gao Qiang didn't know that the Plum Blossom Dart poison in him was very vicious and violent, but he was rescued by a master, and there was still remaining poisonous gas on his body. Just now, the little girl was angry and poured a cup of hot tea on Gao Qiang's face. He was frightened and angry, and he still had three points of breath in his heart. Most of the poisonous gas in his body was discharged, and the strength of the limbs was suddenly restored.
Chapter completed!