"What did you say?" Master Jueqing looked cold. Please remember.

Wen Ya was shocked by the creepy eyes on the spot. She said that Qiao Yun was probably the junior sister of Chen Yao. Master Zu went down the mountain and got involved in the secular world. If not, she would not feel good. She knew the temper of Master Zu. It was always the reason for others to make mistakes.

Then he walked towards Qiao Yun with fear, wanting to confirm again. The junior sister Chen Yao started practicing the Emei School’s true internal skills since she was a child. Her internal skills were no more than boxing and foot skills. If she put them down, she would become unfamiliar. Even if she completely lets go of her internal skills, she would have some improvement as the years accumulate, and it would be impossible for her to have no internal strength in her body.

Qiao Yun was not a person who was waiting to die. When he saw the other party coming, he tried his best to kick it.

But she was not Wen Ya's opponent. When Wen Ya raised her foot casually, Qiao Yun's body lost balance. She stepped on her back with one foot and stepped on her against the wall. Qiao Yun was stuck on the wall and couldn't even get rid of it.

Wen Ya, who was cheating, grabbed her wrist and entered her true energy to check it. It turned out that although Qiao Yun's blood and energy were more vigorous than ordinary women, there was no trace of internal strength in her body, and it was empty.

Wen Ya's face turned pale in an instant. After letting go of Qiao Yun, he was a little confused about how to speak in the face of the ruthless master. It was probably because he had really caught the wrong person. This woman named Qiao Yun might just look like Shen Yao's junior sister.

The Master Jueqing naturally saw the clues from her face. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, she suddenly bounced up like a spring under her butt and rushed over like a big bird. She grabbed Qiao Yun's fist, pinched her wrist and twisted it.

"Yeah," Qiao Yun moaned and immediately knelt on one knee on the ground in pain.

After a moment of checking, Master Jueqing immediately found that there was no trace of practicing the true skills of the inner family in Qiao Yun's body. He immediately stared at Wen Ya and asked coldly: "What's going on?"

Wen Ya's forehead suddenly burst into cold sweat. Suddenly he grabbed Qiao Yun's hair and sternly said to Qiao Yun who was tilting his head back: "Chen Yao, do you still have to pretend now?"

Qiao Yun was not a fool, so she naturally realized that this seemed to be a 'misunderstanding'. She couldn't help but stare at her with her head raised and said indifferently: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Wen Ya glanced at the cold gaze of Master Jueqing. He said tremblingly: "Master, it is very likely that she has lost all her internal strength to conceal her identity."

"Fart!" The young and beautiful master, who seemed young and beautiful, couldn't help but spit out swear words and regarded himself as an idiot. He slapped Wen Ya in the face and knocked her to the ground on the spot.

A bright red slap print appeared on Wen Ya's face at a visible speed. Wen Ya covered her face without saying a word. She also knew that if she was stubborn, the word "未分" by Master Jueqing was not a joke.

Qiao Yun also fell to the ground with Wen Ya. At this time, Qiao Yun realized how small she was. Under these people, she didn't even have the slightest power to fight back.

There are many fairy mountains in Shu Kingdom, and Emei is far away. This is the praise of Mount Emei by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai.

Mount Emei under the stars and moons is drowning under the clouds and mists in the night. The clear bell occasionally jingles.

In an ancient temple in the deep mountains, there are two dim oil lamps. They are always with the Buddha sitting high. The Buddha stares at the bottom without compassion and has no emotion in his eyes.

Master Juekong sat cross-legged on the futon on the right hand holding a rosary bead. His scalp was bright and he was like a monk. Zen Master Jueyun sat cross-legged on the futon on the left with his upper body naked, only wearing a cassock, with long white hair and long beards, and his long beards were messy. Apart from the cassock on his body, there was no sign of the style of a monk.

These two people and the Master Jueqing are the only three remaining elders of the Emei Sect.

Master Puxia, the head of the Emei Sect, sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the middle of the hall, was a thin bald nun facing the two masters under the Buddha statue.

Master Puxia stood beside him, and asked the sea, a nun who practiced with hair. In fact, in modern times, not many female disciples in Buddhism are willing to shave their heads. It seems that the world of flowers in the world has a great influence on Buddhist disciples, and nuns also love beauty.

The scenery in the deep mountains makes people feel like they have returned to ancient times, but the headlights flying on the mountain road in the distance bring people back to reality.

Master Puxia had no choice but to visit the two masters late at night. She had just received a warning from the powerful national department that Master Puxiao from the Emei Sect actually kidnapped Qiao Yun, the general manager of Minghua Group, in the East China Sea. If it were ordinary people, Master Puxiao would naturally solve the problem immediately. However, Master Jueqing is the master of her lineage, and it is a bit difficult to manage, so he came to ask the two masters to make the decision.

"How could junior sister run to the East China Sea to kidnap a secular business person? It's really strange?" Zen Master Jueyun used his little fingernail to pick the gaps between his teeth with his little fingernail, picked out a little meat and stuffed it back into his mouth. This guy must have eaten meat at night. He turned around and looked at the bald monk, "Senior brother, what do you think?"

Master Juekong, who was like a monk, smiled bitterly, "My junior sister can't let go of her obsession, you don't know her temper. Can you contact her? I'll advise her." The last sentence was said to Master Puxia.

"Master Jueqing does not use a cell phone, but she took Wenya down the mountain, and Wenya should be by her side." Master Puxia was waiting for Master Juekong's words. Master Jueqing, who could not arouse the dog-tempered Master Jueqing, raised his hand to the disciple standing behind him.

Wen Hai immediately took out his cell phone and quickly dialed a mobile phone number. After answering it, he handed it to his master. The scene was a bit funny. In fact, except for the older generation of people who are not used to using this new thing, the new generation of disciples have basically become popular with mobile phones.

Far away in the East China Sea, Wenya, who was sitting on the ground tremblingly, answered the phone and asked, "Senior Sister..."

Unexpectedly, Master Puxia's voice came from the phone, "Qingya, is Master Wuqing around you?"

"Sect Master!" Wen Ya quickly stood up and replied, "I'm here, right by my side."

"Master Juekong is going to talk to Master Juekong." After Master Puxia said that, he stood up and walked to Master Juekong, and gave him the phone number.

Master Juekong always felt uncomfortable when he held his phone. He rarely used this thing, so he hugged it with both hands and fed it a few times and said, "Junior sister?"

Master Jueqing replied: "Senior brother, it's me."

"I heard you caught a businessman?" asked Master Juekong.

Master Jueqing, who was holding the phone, immediately glanced at Wen Ya coldly, and Wen Ya hurriedly waved his hand, saying that it was not what he said. Master Jueqing snorted coldly: "It's such a thing. Senior brother is far away in Mount Emei, how can he know this? But how can a businessman worry about Senior brother?"

Master Juekong sighed slightly and smiled bitterly: "The government just issued a warning to me, Emei Sect. My younger brother and I know... Junior sister, if it's not a big deal, let me release them. After all, Emei still needs to gain a foothold in China. If you don't think about yourself, you have to consider the entire Emei. Let the person go, come back quickly!"

The Master Jueqing said silently. In this era, she knew that no matter how many masters of your Emei Sect are, they cannot confront the government. A few things flying in the sky can razend the entire Emei Sect to the ground.

There was originally a reason to capture the Emei traitor and retrieve the Emei martial arts, but now it seems that I have obviously caught the wrong person, and this reason is no longer valid.

"I understand." Master Jueqing replied with a little depressed look, hung up the phone and threw it back to Wenya, "I'll deal with you when I go back."

Wen Ya lowered her head and said nothing, knowing that some people have suffered when they go back, but it turns out that they have done less and made mistakes. If I had known this, I would not have been greedy for this credit.

Master Jueqing looked down on Qiao Yun who was climbing up with the wall and said calmly: "You can get out."

In her eyes, such a small person was caught and released, and she didn't take it seriously at all.

Qiao Yun, who was shaking up, bit her lip and knew that nothing was like asking for trouble at this time, so she limped towards the door.

But at this moment, a sudden stop sound came from outside, followed by a "bang bang" gunshot. The innocent master Taihe Wen Ya looked back and looked back.

Wow! The door was pushed open, and a disciple of Qinglong Gang, who covered his bloody shoulders, ran in in panic and said in panic: "Master, it's not good, someone is coming."

He also couldn't tell whether to call a nun with a master or a master.

As soon as the words fell, blood burst out on his head, his eyes widened and he fell to the ground.

The door that had just closed automatically was kicked away. Lin Zixian, who was murderous intent, walked in with two guns. He broke in one man alone. He didn't let Xiaodao come in and meet such a master. For fear of danger, Xiaodao surrounded the place with his subordinates who arrived in advance and made the next preparation. After all, Qiao Yun was in the hands of others, and he was a little afraid of being a mouse and did not dare to do anything randomly.

"Lin Zixian!" Qiao Yun was overjoyed and shouted. She knew that Lin Zixian would not leave her alone and would definitely come to save her. Sure enough, the first person to come was her sweetheart.

Her eyes turned red, she limped over with a little excitement, rushed into Lin Zixian's arms, and hugged her tightly.

Qiao Yun's limping appearance made Lin Zixian's eyes look fierce. He gently pushed Qiao Yun away in his arms and looked up and down. After seeing the blood on the corner of Qiao Yun's mouth, his eyes were even more split. Anger in his chest could no longer be suppressed, and he said in a deep voice: "Who beats you?"

Qiao Yun turned around and pointed at Wen Ya. Lin Zixian's murderous gaze was approaching Wen Ya like a knife, and she laughed furiously: "It's you again, okay, very good!"

Wenya was a little scared by Lin Zixian's stare. Last time she personally experienced Lin Zixian's fierceness. If she hadn't escaped quickly, she would have almost died at his hands.

"Hmph! What a love for a man." Master Jueqing sneered repeatedly. She had been injured by Lin Bao, so she couldn't stand other men and women performing this scene in front of her. She asked expressionlessly: "Are you Lin Xiaoyao's disciple?"

ps: Today's chapter, and we will try to make up for it tomorrow.

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