Said Bai Yueguang, that is true, because this girl's name is Baiyue. The headed nun was the head of the Nanhai School, and the Taoist name was called Master Compassionate. It's just that she doesn't match this name. Everyone in the martial arts knows that the compassionate master is too cruel and murderous. It is said that when she was a child, the whole family was killed by the ringing horse. After the master passed away, she took over as the head. The martial arts was naturally unfathomable, but she was also jealous and hated. She once said that she wanted to kill all the wicked people in the world.

She was dressed in a gray monk robe and her expression was serious and condensed, and the young female disciples behind her did not dare to speak loudly, but it could be seen that Shi Tai was very important to Bai Yue.

Isn't it right? If she is not valued by the master, how can Bai Yue refuse to return to the vulgar? So far, Qing Huan has never seen Xuan Ji, but for Bai Yue, her first impression is still quite good. Living at her age, facing everyone, she feels like an ancestor looking at children. To the female ghost Haitang, Baiyue is an enemy, but to Qinghuan, she is nothing more than a lovely young girl.

After a few glances, she returned to the house. It’s no wonder that Master Fei Ge told her to come back, and even figures like Master Cixin appeared, not to mention other famous people. Although there are many masters in the magic sect, If it is besieged by the righteous people, even if it is defeated by one enemy and a hundred.

Tired and exhausted. There are some poisons in the teaching, but what about it, can it be compared to the Tang Sect of Sichuan? Qing Huan sighed. It seems that this leader father hates righteous people in his heart. Otherwise, how can he be willing to let the daughter left by his dead wife step into the rivers and lakes and experience this **** storm.

In the martial arts conference seven days later, something big might happen. Qing Huan thought in her heart, but poked her finger at Little Fat Bug. Little Fat Bug raised his fat head and "looked" at her-if those two black sesame-like objects were eyes, it would be a little wronged and rubbed. Rubbing her fingers, she continued to eat.

With the occupancy of the nuns, the inn was instantly full. Qinghuan couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. She had excellent hearing, and she heard the slight breathing almost instantly. If she wanted to, she could even hear the person's heartbeat and the sound of blood flowing in his veins.

Do you have nothing to do this night, do you leave relatives?

Hey, the most interesting thing is that I even caught her eye.

After the smoke was blown in, Qing Huan lay down on the table in a deep-sleep state.

The door was locked by a dagger, and two dark shadows flashed into the room instantly. Seeing Qinghuan lying on the table as if sleeping soundly, one of the men with a rough voice couldn't hide his surprise: "Hey! Big brother! This little lady I really fainted! This smoke is so **** good to use!"

"Shhh! Such a loud voice, are you afraid that no one will hear it? Go and hit the door." Another lower voice said, both of them lowered their throats, sneaking, like thiefs.

"Hey, I saw this little lady who entered the inn today. She looks like a **** water, and she has a tender face. She is probably fourteen or five years old? It's so easy to be able to pinch out the water!"

"Stop talking nonsense, the old rules, I will go first, you will come later."

"No problem, brother!"

The two chatted happily, and Qing Huan wanted to laugh. After so many years, I finally saw a man who dared to rob her. I was so touched that I didn't know why. With a light tap of her finger, a small bug swam out of her nails quietly.

The rough man immediately yelled, and the low-pitched man hurriedly covered his mouth, and yelled, "Are you crazy?! I wonder if there is an old nun living next door?! If she hears that, the first generation of the two heroes The fame is about to be put here!"

"No, big brother, I, I suddenly feel sore!!!!!"

The last scream was already hard to hide.

It's hard to imagine that men can call that way. Qinghuan snickered, the bug had returned to her, and she continued to pretend to be sleepy and asleep.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the door was kicked open. The low-pitched man yelled badly, and it was too late to take care of the rough man. He only wanted to escape for his life, and the compassionate master issued a hidden weapon too in time, and he fell headlong.

Qing Huan felt very painful just to hear that muffled hum. But when the nuns gathered to look at the window, the man had disappeared without a trace. The martial arts of these two flower pickers are not very good, but the light skills are first-class. If you miss a hit, it will be difficult to catch it again.

"Bold thief, dare to act fiercely in the eyes of the poor, today I want you to come back and forth!" The compassionate master said coldly, "Baiyue, go and see that girl." She did not let the disciples chase after. Knowing that the flower-picking thief has walked the arena for many years, there are bound to be countless methods, and the disciples are all fledgling nuns, even if the martial arts are higher than him, it is useless. It's a pity that only one was caught.

Baiyue replied and walked forward. The very strangely dressed girl lay on the table. She gently turned the girl over, and then took a breath, what a beautiful girl! With such a face, it is no wonder that the Caihua duo will be staring at him. She sighed softly in her heart, took out a small porcelain bottle, opened the stopper and placed it under Qing Huan's nose and shook it lightly.

Qinghuan "woke up from a big dream" and was surprised to see so many people in the room: "You are..."

"Girls don't need to be afraid, this person is a flower-picking thief, and the poor nun ended his life." After that, the compassionate master was about to start.

Qing Huan shouted, "The teacher is too slow!"

"Why did the girl stop the poor nun?!" It could be seen that this old-fashioned nun was angry. She didn't understand why Qinghuan wanted to stop herself. Everyone was punishable by the evildoers.

"Why do monks break the precept of killing? The hands are stained with blood, the Buddha doesn't like it!" Qinghuan sat up with a smile, and with a flick of his feet, the whole person easily sat on the beams of the room with two small feet. It's swaying.

The compassionate master saw her showing such a hand, and immediately became alert. With such skill, can you be stunned by these two lewd thieves with poor skills? Is there fraud? Her eyes were murderous at the moment.

"Let me say, Master Tai's martial arts is really high, just a little more wary." Qing Huan played with her locks of long hair, she has a very fascinating temperament, there is no way to describe it in words. It can only be said to be extremely moving. "That person has been imprinted by my little pet, and he can be found even when he runs to the ends of the world."

"Little pet?" a lively nun asked curiously.

"That's it!" Qing Huan spread out his palm, and a colorful moth with fluttering wings was flapping its wings.

"It's so beautiful!" The nun sighed, and then was so stunned by the compassionate master that she closed her mouth and dared not speak any more.

Qing Huan faintly glanced at Master Compassionate. This old nun was too paranoid, and was not even soft towards his own disciples. It is strange that such a monk can cultivate a righteous fruit. "Why the teacher is so wary of me, you and I are not enemies."

"The girl's hand is the colorful fruit flower moth?" Master Cixin first asked in a slightly calm tone, and then dusted and pointed at Qinghuan. "You are the demon girl of Miao Jiang!"

Hey, Qing Huan doesn't like to listen to these words. What is the demon girl in Miaojiang? Is this going to kill all the people in Miaojiang? She squinted slightly and said, "Master, I will give you another chance to ask you, what is the demon girl of Miao Jiang?"

"There are countless strange poisons in Miaojiang, and you don't dress like the Central Plains. You came to the Central Plains from Miaojiang, and your hands are strangely poisonous. What is it that is not a demon?" Master Cixin said too naturally. Miaojiang is rich in poisons, and the people there are naturally not good people. Isn't that a matter of course!

"The demon girl, the demon girl, although you helped me catch the flower picking thief, if you call me the demon girl, I will turn my face." Qinghuan pointed out.

Obviously she is a young girl, how can she have such a fierce aura on her body... The compassionate master was so pale, she was actually oppressed!

This is already Qing Huan's mercy, if she really releases coercion, she is afraid that this world will collapse because of this. So a little bit, just scare the old man. "I don't want to fight with you."

"Huh, you can't do it!" Realizing that the power that oppresses people's hearts has disappeared, the compassionate master was too relieved, thinking that it was just her own illusion, she was so strong and refused to show weakness, so she stared at Qinghuan Said: "Wonder girl, you will be killed today, so that you don't have to harm others! Disciples, set the battle!"

Qinghuan: "..."

What mistake did she make that the old nun of compassion would kill her? It's simply an overkill, and it's fine to kill those wicked people who are full of evil. Why can't you get through with her? Qing Huan suddenly felt that it wasn't because Baiyue Buddha's heart was firm, but because there was such a paranoid master, she couldn't even return to the vulgar if she wanted to.

I have to say that this group of female nuns in elegant pink dresses are pretty pretty. But there is a flaw in the beauty, less flavor and beauty, if you change to a group of big men, you can have the same effect. How can martial arts in this world only pursue effects and not process?

She also studied martial arts in Miaojiang, but she took two paths with the Central Plains Wulin. But Qing Huan once cultivated the sword to the extreme, what is the mortal sword formation to her? While watching the nuns posing, she pointed out aloud. This one has flaws, and that one is not strong enough, so a kind-hearted and annoyed eyes are blazing.

Can she not be annoyed, this is her own sword formation, it is a proud work, but in this little girl's mouth, it is like a child playing and making trouble, so how can compassion swallow this breath! Obviously she is an old man who has lived for decades, but when the girl talked to her, she seemed to treat her as a child!

Qinghuan left early in the morning to play in the inn. When the nuns were in formation, she sat on the roof and watched. She sighed, "Forget it, I won’t play with you anymore. I gotta go."

After finishing talking, the nuns found that they could not move, even the Master Cixin. She held a whisk in the face but couldn't move. She couldn't move anywhere except her eyeballs!

"You recognize the colorful fruit flower moth, but you don't recognize this?" Qing Huan stretched out a finger, and a bug crawled on the belly of the finger. The bug was a bit like a centipede, but it was white all over, even the bones. It has to be clear. "I left a worm egg on each of you. When the teacher is too willing to apologize to me, I will relieve you."

After finishing speaking, he let out a silver bell-like laughter, and bounced away, still not forgetting the next sentence: "Since you know that the Miao area is rich in poisons, how can you dare to provoke me?"