On the third day, the Holy Maiden got information about Chunfeng Gang Duan Yu.
Why she paid so much attention to a young man who had just arrived, the saint didn't say, and Xiaozhu didn't dare to ask.
She always felt that what the saint did had its own profound meaning.
Anyway, the saint definitely didn't investigate this man because of her interest in him.
Although this piece of jade can defeat the iron monk and is handsome, it is absolutely nothing in the eyes of the saint.
After all, the men of the same generation who can come into contact with the saint are either nobles or princes from aristocratic families.
For example, the second son of the Zhu family, who was known as the "Little Qilin", was an existence that could not be compared to ordinary nobles.
Even if the young lady has a Taoist companion in the future, she should be such a person. Duan Jade, hehe, if he is really handsome, he would be a good match for me.
Ye Ning got the information that cost nearly a hundred taels of silver and read it carefully.
"Duan Yu, his character is black."
It has to be said that Jing Yue was very careful in writing his own information this time. He didn't even mention the most convenient Duan Shui Shui Vest, and just made up a half-truth and half-false life story.
This life experience, combined with the second lady's fake identity before, can be traced, and there is no fear of investigation. It can be said that it is as difficult to distinguish the real from the fake as the Monkey King.
He was naturally very satisfied with his handiwork.
It feels really good to cheat people and get money.
The saintly girl carefully read this mediocre and flawless information, and did not put it down immediately.
This was not in line with her usual straightforward temperament.
Because she felt something was a little wrong.
She couldn't help but ask: "Are all the character files in Juan Yu Pavilion this style?"
Xiaozhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't the character files all similar?"
The Taichu Sect naturally also has an intelligence agency, and it can be said to be the largest intelligence organization in Shu.
Just when Xiaozhu wanted to see what style this dossier was, Saint Ye Ning suddenly stood up and said seriously: "Where is the iron monk?"
Seeing the serious look on the saint's face, Xiaozhu could only say nervously: "She should have gone to the Qinglong Temple, the nearest branch of Qinglong Temple, to recuperate.
"Miss, what's wrong?"
At this time, Ye Ning had already put on her coat and said, "You wait here for the news, I'll go out of the city."
"Saint."
Before Xiaozhu could react, she saw that Ye Ning had already ridden away, leaving her with only a silhouette that quickly left.
"Why did you suddenly arrive at the Iron Water Monk again?"
Xiaozhu wanted to see what was so strange about Yu's file, which made the saint rush, only to find that the file was missing.
After thinking hard for a while, Xiaozhu suddenly realized it and said: "I understand! Duan Yu may be the murderer who kidnapped the prefect!"
Outside Baidi City, the environment is gradually becoming deserted.
The vast stretches of terraced fields on both sides of the road were gradually replaced by barren mountains and wild forests.
The sun is setting in the west, and the afterglow is smeared on the world like blood, making everything appear more profound.
The rapid sound of horse hooves frightened the blackbirds on both sides of the road. Ye Ning stood in his cloak and galloped on this deserted dirt road.
The oncoming wind blew up the hem of her cloak, revealing her long legs that were tightly wrapped in fabric. Then, a picture of a sassy heroine riding a horse and riding alone spread out.
But in this desolate environment, no one appreciates it.
Ye Ning's heart was a little confused.
It can even be said that there is some chaos.
There seemed to be no problem with the contents of the dossier about Duan Yu's identity, but what always made her feel something was wrong was the way it was narrated.
Yes, the narrative style of the dossier is very much like a storyteller telling a story.
In other words, it is very much like a little thief telling a story.
Thinking of this, Ye Ning's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a lot, so the sound of horse hooves also sped up, heading towards the Qinglong Temple.
In the early morning, Qinglong Temple surrounded by bamboo trees was quiet.
The bird rested in a tree beside the pond, and was finally awakened by the sound of rapid horse hooves, and flew up with flapping wings.
The door of the Zen courtyard was closed, Ye Ning got off her horse and pushed it open roughly.
"Who! How dare you break into Qinglong Zen?"
Before a great monk could finish saying the word "yuan", Ye Ning, who was holding the horse with one hand, shot him down on the ground.
The cold tip of the gun was pressed against his neck, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin.
"Where is the iron monk?"
The great monk raised his hand and said nervously: "Go to the backyard to seek revenge for the iron water. I am the gatekeeper."
"lead the way."
Saying that, Ye Ning raised the tip of the spear, hung the great monk on it, and walked inside.
From a distance, she looked like she was flying a paper kite.
One after another monks from Qinglong Temple came out, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but become furious.
"Who! How dare you come to Qinglong?"
The words "Go wild in the Zen Yuan!" that the monk said had not yet come out, but they were also stuck to the head of the gun, stacked up with the senior brother who was guarding the door.
Just this light touch made this group of ferocious monks cautious.
At this time, an old monk stood up and said slowly: "The female donor is very capable, but this behavior is a bit too domineering."
The gatekeeper looked at the gun head very close at hand and said nervously: "Master, she is here to find the molten iron and has nothing to do with us."
Ye Ning waved her hand, and a token flew into the old monk's hand.
"Teacher Ye Ning from Taichu just wants to see the molten iron, and I also hope that Master Haihan will do it."
As she spoke, she turned the head of her gun and the two monks fell to the ground.
Hearing the words "Taichu Jiao Ye Ning", all the monks in the courtyard were shocked.
Taichu Sect and Qinglong Temple have always been equal, but in fact, this is Qinglong Temple's way of putting money on their faces.
Not only did the Taichu Sect have ten or a hundred times more members, even half as many of the masters in the sect could beat Qinglong Temple.
What's more, they are just a branch of Qinglong Temple.
"It turns out that the saint came in person, but she was not welcomed from afar." The old monk saluted.
Seeing the saint walking back, the old monk quickly followed her and said, "Holy girl, even though Tie Shui has made a mistake, she has learned a lesson and will definitely not die for her sin."
The old monk thought that the molten iron had offended the young saint, so he couldn't help but persuade her.
They knew the temperament of this young saint.
Ye Ning said: "Master is serious, I just came to see him."
The old monk didn't believe it and had no choice but to follow.
He was worried that Ye Ning said he was just taking a look, but ended up shooting him to death as soon as he saw the molten iron. Then he would be in trouble.
Qinglong Temple also wants to save face. No matter how arrogant the Taichu Sect is, they cannot be so arrogant.
Tie Shui was awakened by a burst of noise.
His head and body were wrapped in bandages, making him look like a rice dumpling.
It was already painful for him to recover from his injuries. He finally fell asleep, but was woken up again, which made him very angry.
Just as he was about to curse, the door creaked open and a beautiful girl walked in.
This girl was so beautiful and charming that even he, who was often addicted to women, felt strange.
But at this moment, Tie Shui didn't have any dirty thoughts.
Because he could feel the dangerous aura emanating from the girl.
The abbot of the monastery quickly stood beside his bed and said respectfully: "Holy girl, this is molten iron."
Ye Ning looked at the molten iron like rice dumplings, walked over and asked, "Who hurt you?"
According to Monk Tieshui's past temper, even if the young woman in front of him was called the Laoshizi Saint, he would probably say "None of your business!".
But now he doesn't.
After suffering a severe beating from Duan Yu, his violent temper had calmed down a lot.
What's more, this woman now seems to have a great background.
Seeing the solemn look on the abbot's face, Monk Tieshui could only say calmly: "Chunfeng Gang, a gangster named Duan Yu."
"How did he fight?" Ye Ning asked.
"Can you fucking..."
"Ahem!"
As the abbot coughed, Monk Tieshui reacted, swallowed the sentence "Can you f*ck not open the pot and pick up the pot!", and talked about the situation when Duan Yu beat him.
"The poor monk was also attacked by him at that time, otherwise he would have suffered a lot from him."
"Ouch, it hurts!"
With a squeak, the cloth band on Monk Tieshui's face was pulled off by Ye Ning, revealing his injured face.
His entire face was still in that cracked state, but the cracks were much smaller, like porcelain that had been repaired by craftsmen.
"You said that the force of his stick penetrated your flesh?" Ye Ning asked.
The iron water monk nodded and said: "Yes. The power is so tight that it even has a tendency to collapse. This is the first time I have encountered a situation where even the 'golden body' cannot withstand it."
"ah!"
The iron monk let out a fierce scream, and his whole body wrapped in cloth stood up.
A spear with texture like fire maple was hitting his leg.
Everyone was shocked. The monks inside and outside the room had already pulled out the iron rods from their hands. The old monk also looked nervous, with his palms ready to attack, and said: "Donor, don't be impulsive."
Ye Ning seemed not to notice, staring at the iron monk and asked: "Is it such a powerful thing?"
Monk Tieshui's eyes were full of tears, and he nodded miserably: "Yes! Yes! Damn yes!"
Ye Ning put away her gun, turned around and left.
The two monks who were on alert outside the house even saw the tears in the corners of her eyes.
Little thief, found it!
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