Nightwatcher

Xu Qi'an immediately looked at Li Miaozhen and found that she was not surprised.

"It's just some casual cultivators. With the strength of Tiandihui, it's not difficult to solve it." He frowned.

Daoist Bailian explained in a rather helpless tone: "Those casual cultivators in the Jianghu are the most troublesome, we don't want to do more evil, but if we ignore it, we may be bitten back.

"There are a lot of people, and the methods are not taboo. They pose a great threat to ordinary disciples. But slaughtering living things is a big taboo."

"Even if your life is threatened?" Xu Qi'an asked in surprise.

Bai Lian shook her head, and said in a low voice: "Dizong cultivates merit, not Taoism."

What she meant was that the concept of having a clear conscience does not apply to Dizong, as long as you kill people, you will lose your merit. From this perspective, it is fine to kill the most wicked people, because eliminating evil is promoting good. But those casual cultivators in the Jianghu couldn't all be realized by the villain Xu Qi'an.

Chu Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Let me help too."

Heng Yuan clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk also went to explain Buddhism to them."

In fact, Heng Yuan is a monk with no ring scar on his head. In theory, he is not subject to the ring. He can eat meat and drink alcohol, kill animals, and see through courtesans.

It's just that Hengyuan is an outlier. He has always demanded himself according to the rules of "chanting".

Daoist Jin Lian said: "It's not for you to repel those poor people, but to make them retreat in spite of difficulties and not make trouble when the lotus seeds are ripe."

Daoist Bailian went on to say: "Actually, Heilian deliberately spread the news to attract these rangers, with the intention of using them as pawns. In the past few days, they have fully played the role of cannon fodder for pathfinding.

"And there are masters among casual cultivators, so they should not be underestimated. If we can't solve this hidden danger in advance, this force will cause us a lot of headaches in the decisive battle tomorrow."

As she said that, Taoist Bailian kept looking at Li Miaozhen and Xu Qi'an, and she already understood Taoist Jinlian's plan at this time.

Li Miaozhen nodded confidently when she heard the words: "I have a bit of a reputation in the world, and I have many friends who don't know me. They are willing to sell me a little bit of noodles. Leave it to me."

Xu Qi'an was about to go with Li Miaozhen and others, when Daoist Jin Lian suddenly called out to him: "Master Xu, please wait half a step later, the poor Taoist has something to tell you."

His heart moved, he knew the reason, stopped, and looked at the four companions from the Heaven and Earth Society to leave.

After their backs disappeared, Daoist Jin Lian waved, and the fragments of the book from the ground flew out of Xu Qi'an's pocket automatically and fell into the palm of the old Taoist priest.

Holding the fragment of the book on the ground, he smiled without saying a word.

Seeing this, Bai Lian said tactfully, "I'll go outside to watch the battle."

By the cold pool, only Daoist Jinlian and Xu Qi'an were left. The old Taoist bit his fingertips and drew a curse on the mirror surface of the broken book with his blood.

Xu Qi'an stepped on his feet to peek, but was blocked by Daoist Jin Lian, "The fragments of the book from the ground are the treasures of my sect, you don't want to join my sect, and the poor Taoist can only follow the rule of "not teaching the Tao, not being a person". "

Daoist, you have no Internet spirit at all. What is the Internet spirit? It's a prostitute! No, it's sharing, Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

Daoist Jinlian flexed her fingers and flicked on the mirror with a ding, the bloody mantra suddenly lit up, and then disappeared into the fragments of the underground book.

There was a "boom" in Xu Qi'an's brain, like a thunderbolt crashing into his mind, followed by severe pain, pain from the soul.

He covered his head and his face twitched violently. It lasted for more than ten seconds before the pain dissipated.

"The magic weapon to recognize the master is a part of the master. Forcibly cutting it off is like cutting off an arm." Daoist Jin Lian put away the fragments of Book No. 3 and said with a smile:

"If you continue to carry it, Hei Lian will still be able to sense it. Therefore, I will keep it for the time being, and I will return it to you when the matter is over."

Xu Qi'an watched helplessly as the fragments of the book from the ground were put into the arms of Daoist Jin Lian, like a cabbage that had been raised for eighteen years was taken away by a pig, and worried:

"Master Daoist, you must keep it safe, and you must return it to me afterwards."

Daoist Jin Lian laughed and said, "It seems that you have a very sense of belonging to heaven and earth."

Xu Qi'an shook his head, and said with a serious face: "No, it's because my wife's book is in the fragments of the underground book."

And it’s my wife Ben×10

The periphery of Yueshi Villa.

In the area that was bombed into ruins by artillery fire, dozens of heroes from the Jianghu were confronting the disciples of the Tiandihui.

There has just been a brief exchange of fire here, each with injuries, but no deaths.

"Little Taoist priests, get out of here quickly, the uncles are asking for treasures, and they don't want to hurt people's lives."

"That's right, don't blame us for being rude if you dare to stand in my way again."

Dozens of people from the rivers and lakes scattered around, waving weapons and threatening with curses.

The disciples of the Tiandihui who confronted him held magic weapons such as flying swords, jade rulers, copper cones, and cloth scorpions, and did not retreat half a step.

A young girl raised the sword in her hand, and scolded coquettishly: "Bah, a group of shameless people, coveting the treasures of our Tiandihui, taking them by force, dreaming."

"snort!"

With a cold snort, a fat and strong fat man rushed out, holding two black iron hammers in his hand.

Wearing Taoist robes, the girl with delicate eyebrows was not afraid, and lightly threw the flying sword, and there was a sharp piercing sound.

"Ding!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the fat man who had opened the flying sword gave a grinning grin, and hit the girl heavily with his double hammers.

But he failed to hit the hammer. A pair of small porcelain white hands blocked the hammer. They were the hands of a woman, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, slender and small. The strange thing is that when these hands blocked the hammer, there was neither energy fluctuation nor sound of gold and stone. The sound of collision.

Resisting such a powerful blow with only flesh and blood?

Seeing this scene, whether it is the disciples of the Tiandihui or the heroes of the rivers and lakes on the other side, it is incredible.

The shot was a beautiful girl with deep blue eyes and wheat-colored skin.

The characteristics of people from southern Xinjiang are so obvious.

The face of the fat and strong fat man changed. His rich combat experience allowed him to make a correct judgment without thinking, quickly discarded the black iron heavy hammer, and quickly retreated.

"Are all the men in the Central Plains soft-legged shrimps, making such light things?"

Lina held two hammers in her hands, throwing them back and forth like a little girl playing with a puppet.

Over there, all the people in the rivers and lakes stared blankly at this scene, unable to control the shock on their faces, not to mention their combat strength, they crushed all of them with this strength alone.

"Southern Border Gu Clan, Power Gu Department?"

Someone frowned and muttered uncertainly.

Lina's blue pupils swept across the crowd, she grinned, showing her small canine teeth, and said, "There's a saying among you, come and don't reciprocate."

Except for a few masters, all the people in the world were shocked and quietly clenched their weapons.

"click"

Lina stepped on the floor tiles and shot towards the crowd like a crossbow arrow.

In an instant, people were turned on their backs, screams continued, and she knocked down a man with a fist. She was very powerful, but she was agile and superb in physical skills.

After more than a dozen rounds, no one can beat the front.

The eyes of the disciples of the Haoqiang Tiandi Society lit up, and they were very excited.

Their previous attention was all on Li Miaozhen, Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen, ignoring this little girl from a foreign race, thinking it was an addition, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful.

It wasn't until a man with a copper rod made a move that Lina's offensive could barely be stopped.

Dozens of people, headed by a man with copper sticks, formed a siege, and there were a few experts in the crowd who used hidden weapons, and they threw a few hidden weapons with tricky angles from time to time.

Multi-party cooperation finally regained the advantage.

Taking advantage of several companions entangled the foreign girl, the man with the copper stick shouted violently, turned around, and swung the stick, piercing the air with a shrill sound.

Lina raised her hand and used her palm as a weapon again. She raised her foot and kicked the man flying, bleeding profusely.

"Lina, that's enough."

Li Miaozhen came out from behind all the disciples and stopped them loudly.

The two sides fighting fiercely stopped immediately.

Lina discarded the copper rod casually, walked through the crowd with her slender and powerful thighs, and returned to Li Miaozhen's side.

"You, you are Feiyan female hero?!"

A person from the rivers and lakes recognized Li Miaozhen.

Feiyan heroine? Everyone looked at Li Miaozhen, their faces changed slightly.

The saint of Tianzong swept across the group of common people and asked, "Who is the leader?"

She is very familiar with the world, and if there is a situation that requires unity, the people in the world will elect the most prestigious or famous person as the temporary leader.

Sometimes, fame and prestige are even more important than strength, strength can make people jealous and fearful, and only fame can make people convinced.

The burly man clutched his abdomen, staggered forward, clasped his fists and said, "Jianzhou Nanhuai County, Liuhu. Is the girl really a Feiyan heroine?"

It's just a group of casual cultivators who are not strong enough. Without Xu Qi'an's presence, I can handle Li Miaozhen nodding, and said lightly:

"Everyone, the nine-color lotus seed is the most precious treasure of the land sect. Now surrounded by powerful enemies, your strength is not enough to compete. If you participate rashly, you will only have a dead end. Why don't you sell my face and retreat. Don't meddle in this matter."

This Liuhu's expression was changing, he had heard of the name Feiyan Lady before, not only had he heard it, it was like thunder.

This saint of Tianzong made her debut the year before last, traveled all over the rivers and lakes, acted as a hero and fought for righteousness. She was quite prestigious in the rivers and lakes and had countless friends.

If I offend her, I just need to move my mouth, and I may be wanted by people who have received her favor. Dealing with Lianzi is tempting, but what Feiyan Nvxia said is not unreasonable. Don't force Liu Hu to quit.

Other people in the rivers and lakes were also afraid and did not dare to offend Li Miaozhen.

They may not be afraid of the government, and they don't even look down on the court, but they dare not offend the well-connected female Xia Feiyan in the arena.

As expected of the Lady Feiyan, her influence is already comparable to that of some respected and famous Taoist Bailian watching from afar, she nodded slightly.

It seems that even if Xu Qi'an does not show up, Li Miaozhen is enough.

She immediately thought that the sons and daughters of the Tianzong dynasties traveled the rivers and lakes like a feather across the river, and they just clicked. The saint Li Miaozhen of this generation seemed to be different from the predecessors.

If you mix it up, you will become a generation of heroines

Li Miaozhen smiled, cupped his hands and said: "Miaozhen thanked everyone in advance. We will be friends when we meet again in the world. If you need help, just ask. Miaozhen will do my best to help."

Everyone was still not reconciled, but with the verbal promise from Lady Feiyan, their resistance was somewhat reduced.

"Flying Swallow Lady is so majestic."

A mellow voice came, the owner of the voice was a middle-aged swordsman with a beautiful beard, his facial features were correct, his aura was impressive, and he was holding a black scabbard green blade in his hand.

Behind him, followed by more than a dozen swordsmen in blue shirts, Young Master Liu and his master were among them.

"It's Moge!"

"It's Pavilion Master Yang Cuixue."

The casual cultivators who had endured humiliation and compromised with reality a moment ago seemed to have a backbone at this time, and they took the initiative to move closer.

Even though there are so many sects in Jianzhou, Moge is still at the forefront of the sect.

Li Miaozhen squinted his eyes and looked at the beautiful bearded swordsman: "Nine-curved swordsmanship, Honghe Moge?"

Moge is a school that has stood in Jianzhou for a hundred years and has a profound heritage. According to legend, the founder of the Kaipai enlightened Taoism in the Red River, watched the nine bends of the Red River, and realized the supreme swordsmanship.

On the banks of the Red River, the Mo Pavilion was established.

It is worth mentioning that Yang Cuixue is a senior fourth rank, with advanced swordsmanship. The most well-known record is one person fighting against two fourth-rank players, fighting fiercely for a day and a night, with a tie.

"It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Yang Cuixue nodded, and said in a deep voice: "The so-called wealth is still touching, let alone such a treasure as the nine-color lotus. Isn't it unreasonable for the Feiyan woman to use her power to overwhelm others?"

Li Miaozhen sneered and said: "I have heard that Pavilion Master Yang is upright and upright. He is indeed a reasonable person, and what he talks about is all nonsense. The nine-color lotus is originally a thing of the Dizong, but you are taking it by force, but you are talking about it so grandly."

She had heard of the name of Yang Cuixue, the owner of the Mo Pavilion. It was rumored that this person had a decent style and admired knights the most. He often gave silver taels to knights with good reputations.

Therefore, he was jokingly called Yang Dashan.

"Heh, Lady Feiyan is the saintess of Tianzong, so naturally she doesn't know the hardships of us and other scattered people." Someone said in a strange way.

"Why do you go to the rivers and lakes if you are afraid of death? Lao Tzu's cultivation and this magic weapon are all made with his life."

"That's right, if you don't fight hard, how will you know who will win in the end?"

With someone backing them up, the casual cultivators immediately hardened their voices.

Yang Cuixue shook her head and said: "Flying Swallow Lady is a saint of Tianzong, she doesn't lack skills, she doesn't lack famous teachers, so how can she know the helplessness of casual cultivators? Some people are stuck in the same level and can't make progress for decades. I want to ask for advice , but could not find a famous teacher.

"Some people lack a handy magic weapon, but they have been using Fantie for ten years. How can they be promoted without their lives? How can they get ahead?

"Yang just thinks that you can beat them or even kill them, but you shouldn't deprive them of their qualifications."

Taoist Bailian frowned slightly, while the disciples behind Li Miaozhen became vigilant again, ready to fight.

Li Miaozhen squinted her eyes, a little annoyed, being disturbed by this person, everyone present was ready to move again.

She couldn't help it.

Li Miaozhen held down the hilt of his sword, and said calmly: "Pavilion Master Yang is here to stir up this muddy water on behalf of the Wulin League?"

Feijian buzzed and trembled, ready to go.

More than a dozen swordsmen in blue shirts drew their swords one after another.

Yang Cuixue raised her hand and pressed down on the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the sword force inspired by Li Miaozhen disappeared.

"Flying Swallow Lady is a Taoist disciple, and her swordsmanship is not good after all." Yang Cuixue said flatly.

It's okay for Li Miaozhen to frighten ordinary casual cultivators, but this Mo Pavilion's master has a strong aura, even in the fourth rank. Chu Yuanzhen frowned, and no longer stood by.

Stepping out, he said with a smile, "I'm down to Chu Yuanzhen."

Yang Cuixue was taken aback, and solemnly clasped her fists together: "The number one swordsman in the capital, he has long admired his name."

Chu Yuanzhen immediately said: "I wonder if the pavilion master can give me some face, give me some face?"

Yang Cuixue shook her head: "Yang is just a martial artist, Renzong is a Daoist sect, what does it have to do with me, what does it have to do with everyone present? As for Brother Chu, forgive me, he has made no achievements, what face is there?"

Chu Yuanzhen's expression darkened.

Yang Cuixue continued: "Yang is a swordsman, and his swordsmanship is straight. If you have anything to say, you can say it face to face. The Taoist sect is far away from the world of mortals, which makes people fear and disrespect. The heroine of Feiyan is a chivalrous hero, but it is not enough to make us give up. The opportunity in front of me, let alone Brother Chu."

Liu Hu nodded vigorously.

Li Miaozhen sneered and said: "I have said a lot, and it is useless to say that no one's face is worth it. Let's see the truth."

Yang Cuixue shook her head again: "No, it's not that there are none, it's just that the two are not enough. Those who serve the country, those who serve the people, and those who are loved by the people are all among them."

"interesting!"

At this time, Xu Qi'an came out from behind all the disciples, walked over with a smile, and said: "I don't know Xu's face, will Pavilion Master Yang give it?"

PS: Today there is an update of about 7,000 words, to make up for the chapter that was owed yesterday.