Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

He had already made a decision, but it was natural for him to delay the matter of kneeling before the Xuantian Temple group of immortals.

"By the way, yesterday's incident of the ordinary martial artist forcibly breaking into Xuantian Temple..." Taoist Chiyang said this, and Emperor Yonghe held his breath slightly.

Here comes the business.

After the flying knife was taken away by the saintess Wu Qingxin yesterday, he has been thinking about countermeasures, how to deal with the Immortal Elder Xuantianzong who came to ask him to blame...

"Xian---" He had just uttered the first word when he saw Taoist Chiyang interrupt him with a serious face:

"What happened yesterday is indeed that Wu Qingxin, the saint of my fairy sect, acted biasedly."

"My Xuantian sect, after all, is the orthodox way of Xuanmen, and I act in a dignified and upright way, and handle it fairly."

"Since it's the fault of Saint Wu Qingxin, then I, Xuantianzong, have decided..."

"Revoke Wu Qingxin's status as a saint and drive her out of Heyang Prefecture."

Emperor Yonghe was slightly shocked.

He never expected that this matter would turn out like this?

Could it be that this cultivator of Xuantianzong, who is better at speaking than the other eight great immortal sects, actually talks about right and wrong?

The Chu guard next to him was also shocked.

Although he couldn't figure out why, he only knew one thing.

This saintess Wu Qingxin is afraid that she will die soon.

This person is a traitor of the Wuji Society, once he leaves the Xuantian Temple, he is afraid that he will be hunted down by the Wujihui soon...

"Emperor Dayan, since this matter is over, shouldn't it be time for you to set off?" Taoist Chiyang smiled.

..............

At the same moment, Xuantian looked out in the north of the city.

The bloodstains and traces of fighting yesterday have all been cleaned up. There are people coming and going on the street, and occasionally pilgrims enter Xuantian Temple. Everything is the same as before.

In a noodle shop down the street.

Qiao Mu chose an Eight Immortals table near the street to sit down, and ordered a bowl of longevity noodles.

"Today is my [-]th birthday...then add some beef, no, or mutton."

He sat there alone quietly, looking up at the street from time to time, listening to the noise of people coming and going, he felt a rare peace in his heart.

meow~

Thirty or forty paces away, the little cat poked its head out from the corner of the wall and let out a cry, but quickly dodged when it saw Qiao Mu looking over.

Qiao Mu found that as long as the idiot cat was too close to him, it would become limp and powerless, and it would fall limply to the ground, its eyes narrowed slightly, as if it could be picked by others.

He was not too polite, after meeting this demon cat for the first time last night, he caught it on the spot and masturbated wildly.

Later, the cat didn't dare to get too close to him.

At first, he only dared to follow forty or fifty paces away from the tree, but later he dared to get a little closer.

I don't know if it's the demon cat's body that has gradually adapted to the overflowing death energy, or whether the death energy on Qiao Mu's body has been absorbed by it and gradually faded away.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it is willing to stay by Qiao Mu's side.

The impermanent demon cat, a monster that can smell the breath of death, usually only appears around people who are about to die.

The closer Qiao Mu is to death, the happier the cat is and the happier Qiao Mu is.

Qiao Mu thought, maybe he could judge how close he was to death based on the cat's reaction?

He ate the noodles with his head down, and occasionally looked up at Xuantian Temple.

Qiao Mu continued to stay here, in fact, he still fell in love with the Holy Maiden Wu Qingxin at first sight, that is, he wanted to die for her personally.

However, because of the intuition that the time and the time were not working after practicing the "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue", Qiao Mu thought to himself that it should be impossible to succeed in the assassination.

The intuitive reminder is probably two-way, once approaching, Wu Qingxin should also feel it.

"What's the point?" Qiao Mu frowned.

He has already practiced "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue" to "proficiency", and has a deeper understanding of this secret method.

He felt that this secret technique was tricky, so maybe he should stop practicing it for the time being and focus on other exercises.

"Huh? Isn't that the money catcher?" Qiao Mu's eyes fell on a policeman in soap clothes on the side of the street.

Qian Qian was patrolling the streets with a team of police officers, coming and going in a hurry.

There are more patrolling policemen, officers and soldiers on the streets near Xuantian Temple, and it is obvious that the security is much stricter than before.

It is estimated that there is a second Jopiff who will crash into the important place of the fairy gate.

suddenly.

As soon as Qian Butou changed his serious expression, a smile quickly appeared on his face, his waist was slightly bent, and he bowed to a middle-aged man in official uniform passing by on the street.

"Isn't that Lou Zhifu..." At this moment, diners whispered.

"Prefect Lou is going to enter the Xuantian Temple?"

"Is it true that yesterday's incident made a big deal?"

Qiao Mu was slightly taken aback, his eyes fell on Qian Qian's face.

Lou Zhifu didn't pay attention to the salutes of Qian Butou on the street, he didn't glance over from the corner of his eyes, but hurried into the Xuantian Temple with some guards.

Qian Qian breathed a sigh of relief, there was no expression of hatred on his face, and he went on patrol again.

"I don't know how many taels Qian Qian paid in total for the 1000 taels of ransom for his old father over the years?"

"No... there is no ransom now."

Qiao Mu silently watched Lou Zhifu walk into Xuantian Temple.

A penny is hard for a hero, but that thousand taels of silver, Qian Butou can't get it together in half his life..

.........

Inside Xuantian Temple, the main hall.

Saintess Wu Qingxin silently looked at the portrait of Xuantian Audience Immortal on the table.

The immortals are roughly divided into three grades according to their status.

Headed by the head teacher of Xuantian Sect, the "Great Virtuous and Great Immortal Xuantian", a group of elders of the sect occupy the dominant position.

The second rank is the saint son of Xianmen, and a few outstanding disciples of the younger generation.

The last ones are the immortal deacons who guard the temple, such as "Chiyang Immortal" and "Qingyang Immortal".

But there is no memorial tablet for Wu Qingxin, a fairy maiden.

"One day, I will also be among the immortals of the Xuantian Sect."

She withdrew her gaze and looked behind her. At this moment, Lou Zhifu led someone over.

"Saint." House Master Lou had an apologetic smile on his face:

"What happened to Jopiff yesterday, although it was just the recklessness of that Jopiff alone, but after all, it hit the important place of the fairy gate, and I feel uneasy."

"This ten thousand taels of silver is the tribute silver that Fucheng handed over to Xuantian Temple this time. Thinking that Xuantian Temple needs money to rebuild, I sent it in advance..."

After finishing speaking, the followers next to him brought over a large box, which contained neatly stacked taels of silver.

Wu Qingxin looked at it expressionlessly, her eyes were cold.

Although her status as a saint is not worthy of the name.

But in this Heyang Mansion City, in the eyes of the mundane figures like Mansion Lou, he is still a great figure who can represent the Xuantian Sect's immortal sect after all.

Lou Zhifu is also a fourth-rank martial artist, and at the same time the master of a mansion.

Now that something happened, even if it had nothing to do with him at all, he would send tens of thousands of taels of silver immediately, for fear that the fairy gate would find a reason to blame him.

After all, they were all afraid of the tiger skin on her body.

As for rebuilding the Xuantian Temple... it's just a reason.

The Qiaopifu was completely burned yesterday, and he had just arrived at the gate of Xuantian Temple, and he hadn't stepped through the threshold, anyway, he just died a little bit of Wu Nu, so it's not a big problem.

"Master Lou, don't worry, this matter really has nothing to do with you." Wu Qingxin said lightly:

"My immortal sect acts in an upright manner, so naturally I will not act arbitrarily."

Lou Zhifu breathed a sigh of relief, and left soon after.

Wu Qingxin glanced at the box full of silver taels.

To practice the immortal way, one must also talk about the method of making money.

The gold and silver things in this secular world are actually not very helpful to her, but they are also useful.

She thought for a while, and summoned all the servants and Taoists in the Taoist temple.

"You defended Xuantian Temple yesterday, but you couldn't completely stop that ordinary warrior..."

Having said that, these servants were terrified, and quickly knelt down to plead guilty, fearing that the saint would punish them.

"Stand up, there is no need to apologize." The saint said lightly:

"My immortal sect acts, even if it is wrong, it is still right."

"Your fault is only the fault of being weak."

"Although you are weak, many people were injured yesterday. Although there is no credit, there is hard work."

"This is a reward for you." As he spoke, he waved his hand and handed out part of the silver taels, rewarding these Taoist servants who practiced martial arts.

"Thank you, Holy Maiden." The Taoist servants were naturally very excited and thanked them repeatedly.

This Saintess Wu Qingxin is the dream in the minds of these servants.

If it weren't for the presence of Wu Qingxin, who turned from martial arts to immortality, and could become a saint, they might not be willing to be this handyman.

"Serving my immortal sect, you will have your own rewards. If you can make meritorious service, let alone this yellow and white thing, it is not impossible to give you the righteous method of Xuanmen."

After drawing the cake, she just saw it:

"Beyond this prefectural city, among the high mountains in the west, although there are monsters rampant, there are also occasional treasures of heaven and earth..."

Wu Qingxin didn't dare to leave this Heyang Prefecture, but if this Wu slave could go to a dangerous place to pick some spiritual fruits instead of her, it would be considered as the best use of everything.

It can only be said that the identity of the saint is simply not very easy to use.

Whether it's the lord of a mansion like Lord Lou, or a martial slave in a Taoist temple, he must treat her with courtesy.

After dealing with these trivial matters, the saint Wu Qingxin once again took off on the wind and flew back to the building on the top of the back mountain.

She hasn't been cultivating for a long time, so she should seize the time to retreat as much as possible.

Only this time, she had just returned to the back mountain, but she saw a Taoist in a red Taoist robe at the door of the building.

"Saint, I'm here to tell you an important matter. This is the decision made by the elders of the sect..." Taoist Chiyang smiled.

After Taoist Chiyang finished speaking, Wu Qing's usual cold expression disappeared instantly.

Chapter 89 Chapter 85 Hunting the Saintess (3k

Snapped!

The sword storyteller slapped the gavel and said passionately:

"The Qiaopifu was ignited by a strange flame, and became a stick of incense. In the flames, he still hissed and shouted: Wait, smell the incense of my husband, how fragrant it is..."

The audience in the audience was listening intently, and suddenly there was a tea drinker with slightly white temples in the corner who cheered loudly:

"it is good!"

"This Jopiff is indeed a hero in the world!"

The sound of applause broke the silence, so the other tea guests also applauded, applauding again and again, and the atmosphere suddenly heated up.

"Comfortable." The tea customer with slightly white temples was Qiao Mu. He watched the reactions of the tea customers around him with satisfaction, and his little tail almost went up to the sky.

When he was burned to death before, he didn't have the energy to appreciate the expressions of other people, but now he can be regarded as addicted to watching.

The storyteller was talking about the exciting juncture, but suddenly there was the sound of intensive footsteps, and a group of policemen in soap clothes filed in one after another.