There's No Witch I Can't Wash

Lin Ye was thinking this silently in his heart, especially sincerely, while Miaoyin on the other side greeted Yan Zhiqiu's team with an excited face.

After hugging the girl affectionately, under the awkward eyes of a group of people, Miaoyin directly pressed against the girl's face, rubbing happily like a cat.

Although Yan Zhiqiu was a little dumbfounded, she didn't mean to reject her master, but cooperated with her with a doting look on her face.

The master and the apprentice hugged each other intimately, and the lily bloomed beautifully for a while.

"It must be very hard to take care of my master these days, right?"

Holding Miaoyin's hand, the two walked up to Lin Ye together, Yan Zhiqiu looked at the man and said gratefully.

Before Lin Ye could answer, Lin Xinnuo couldn't help but roll his eyes.

That's right, he took care of him very hard. He took care of him on the bed, and he was still the kind who didn't wear clothes.

"It's all what I should do. Your master is my master."

Seeing Lin Ye's shameless appearance, Lin Xinnuo would have thought of telling the truth if there were not many disciples of Qingxuan Sword Sect around him.

However, the girl's taste is the taste, and she still can clearly distinguish the priority when it comes to major issues.

To complain or file a complaint, you have to wait until the dead of night, when there are only a few of them alone.

Now there are all disciples of Qingxuan Sword Sect around here, and there are some things that cannot be said casually.

"Obviously someone is taking care of Lin Ye, but Zhiqiu, you look down on Master!"

Miao Yi seemed a little unhappy, and her somewhat awkward words also attracted a burst of comfort from the girl.

"That's right, that's right, Zhiqiu was wrong, and I should thank Master for taking care of Lin Ye these days."

Seeing Miaoyin's happy mood in an instant, Lin Xinnuo couldn't help being speechless for a while, whether you are her master or she is your master!

Yan Zhiqiu walked happily with Miaoyin, chatting and laughing, while the rest of the Qingxuan Sword Sect's disciples looked a little embarrassed.

After all, in their cognition, Miaoyin, the former suzerain, was the executioner who killed most of the disciples, and Yu Qiushui, the supreme elder among their disciples, hated this matter deeply before,

But now, looking at Elder Yu's appearance, it seems that he doesn't care about that anymore?

Even if she doesn't care anymore, these disciples can't be completely relieved.

There are only a few disciples in the Qingxuan Sword Sect, and most of them have a good relationship. For them, it is a matter of course that many relatives died overnight, which is unacceptable.

"About Miaoyin's murder of Feng Anyi and others, I already know the truth clearly. This incident has nothing to do with Miaoyin. She is also a victim. Feng Anyi and many disciples betrayed the sect. Death is not a pity. Miaoyin killed them. It can be regarded as helping the sect to clean up the door."

Yu Qiushui said so, but the disciples were silent for a while.

It's not that they don't want to believe what Yu Qiushui said, it's just that they can't accept this fact for a while.

So many disciples, including Feng Anyi, are traitors, and their deaths are a fact of life.

"I know you still have doubts in your mind, but this is not the place to talk, let's go to the old Xu Wangfu to settle down the luggage and so on first."

After Yu Qiushui said so, a group of people immediately set off towards the old Prince Xu's mansion.

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The group didn't walk for long, when they met several monks and came over.

Because of the previous conflict, Yu Qiushui obviously cared about these monks very much.The confrontation between the stars has already made this bustling city at night almost as quiet as a ghost town. Why is there still a monk appearing at this time?

But after seeing the plain clothes on these monks, she came to her senses again. These monks didn't seem to be monks in the ordinary sense.

They were dressed in patched burlap clothes and straw sandals with muddy feet. Compared with the well-dressed monks in this city, they were a breath of fresh air.

You must know that because the two holy places of Buddhism are in the upper capital, representatives of many other Buddhist sects come here with a pilgrimage, so they are naturally extraordinarily particular about their clothes.

The only ones who can dress up in such a simple way are the monks in Kulun Temple.

Although he was dissatisfied with the holy land of Buddhism, Yu Qiushui's attitude towards the monks of Kulun Temple was quite good.

Maybe it was in her mind that in a temple like Kulun Temple, what the monks insisted on could be regarded as worthy of the patriarch who founded the Buddhist sect back then, and could be regarded as the real salvation of all sentient beings.

"Amitabha, it's good that the benefactors are fine. The sudden confrontation about picking up stars really worried the poor monk for a while."

As Nu Sheng said this, he breathed a sigh of relief, while Lin Ye introduced the members of Qingxuan Sword Sect.

"This is Master Kuxuan, the abbot of Kulun Temple, and his disciples. After they entered the city, they had no good place to go, so I decided to let them stay in the old Xu Palace temporarily. There shouldn't be any problem, right?" ?”

"It's okay, anyway, there are only a few people in our Qingxuan Sword Sect, and the old Xu Palace is so big. Speaking of which, the master came to the city because of the re-election of the Holy Land?"

Yu Qiushui asked curiously, although the question she raised was a bit sensitive, but there was no sense of dissatisfaction in her words.

The farce that was staged in the upper capital can only be blamed on the other holy lands and other perpetrators. Naturally, it cannot be blamed on these sects who came to hear the news.

"The poor monk brought his disciples here this time mainly to let them learn more. Of course, if we say that we have no idea about the name of the Holy Land, Senior Yu will definitely not believe it."

Nu Sheng said so embarrassingly, while Yu Qiushui couldn't help laughing.

"Master is really temperamental, don't worry, the old man is not so stingy. I am ashamed to say that although the Qingxuan Sword Sect has carried the name of the Holy Land for so many years, it has not done anything worthy of it. Come on, compared with what Kulun Temple has done in just a few years, it is really far behind."

"No way, no way, senior Yu, you are too serious, we just did some small things."

The two hit it off right away, and had a great chat along the way, but Yan Zhiqiu, who was standing beside him, looked particularly weird, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't think of it.

Although, Grandma Yu, you admire the Kulun Temple and admire this Master Kuxuan very much, I'm really sorry, they are evil heretics in your eyes, people from the Demon Sect's Angry Sect.