The three of them wanted to leave, but Qing Shi saw that the woman in black was exposed, and her appearance was indecent, and she was afraid that her reputation would be damaged, so she kindly took off her coat and put it on for the woman. The woman in black couldn't move, couldn't give a salute, and had to give a grateful look.

When Qing Shi took off her coat and revealed her graceful posture of a girl's good growth, Yan Shan and Yang Zhen were deeply fascinated by this beauty, which was a kind of gentle, kind and loving beauty, so beautiful that it was dazzling.

"Why are you still stunned here, why don't you hurry up and go back to the temple. Qing Shi saw the indifferent obsession of the two and urged.

Yan Shan and Yang Zhen blushed slightly, turned around and ran up the mountain.

Inside the Zhengxian Temple.

When he came to the signing hall and saw that the portrait of the immortal on the wall had disappeared without a trace, he knew that the person sent had succeeded, and the arrogant look of the successful trick hung on his broad face full of fat without concealment, at this time he was finally about to rot, and shouted loudly: "The big thing is not good, the big thing is not good, the portrait of the immortal on the wall is gone!"

The people present were startled by Wu Fugui's thunderous shouts, and they all gathered around to watch. Most of these people are believers who have been blessed in the temple for many years, and they are indeed very aware of the fact that there are immortal portraits in this hall, and they all nod their heads and discuss.

The Siyunguan disciples led by Qing Yuan also quickly gathered when they saw the movement here.

Wu Fugui had already secretly arranged a few villains to respond, and a thin man in his forties said in shock: " Oops, the most effective in the whole temple is this immortal portrait, my old Liu has one in forty this year, the previous life has been under the knee without a child, has been on the verge of despair, destined to be a childless death, last year I heard that the immortal portrait of the sign hall is very effective, I held the heart of the dead horse as a live horse to pray to the immortal portrait for a child, I don't want to be less than half a month after the fact Mrs. really got pregnant, the first two months also gave birth to a white and chubby son, this time I came to thank the portrait on the incense, I didn't expect that now the portrait is gone, this, how should this be good？”

"Yes, this immortal portrait is indeed very effective, my mother has always been frail and sickly, since praying for peace to the portrait, I have never seen my mother sick, this immortal portrait is my family's life-saving benefactor. Another short, middle-aged man added.

"Not bad, not bad......" compliments come and go.

Those who were bought by Wu Fugui echoed their words.

The so-called three people become tigers, and the other people present began to believe it when they heard such a fuss.

Wu Fugui secretly rejoiced, and pointed at Qing Yuan's forehead and asked: "What are you Siyunguan people doing, what are you doing in the name of being famous and upright, what are you talking about coming to Zhengxian Temple to maintain law and order in broad daylight, and now you can't even keep a portrait in broad daylight, what do you want you to do, are the people taught by Siyunguan all shitty rice buckets, is Siyunguan a bullshit sect that deceives the world and steals fame." ”

"Be careful what you say. Qing Yuan hated people the most for damaging the name of Siyun Temple, and when he spoke, his eyes shot at Wu Fugui like arrows.

Wu Fugui was so frightened that his scalp was numb on the spot, he put away his aggressive fingertips, and couldn't help but take a step back, although he was afraid, he was also very unwilling, and secretly glanced at the villains around him.

The thin man stepped forward and said: "This old man is right, your poor storage led to the theft of the immortal treasure painting, and Siyunguan is to blame, is the scenery of Siyunguan gone?"

"Yes, this is all your responsibility. ”

You have done a hundred good things for him, he takes it for granted, and as long as one thing is not done well, he will blame you ruthlessly and despicably, this is the characteristic of villains, among the people present, there are not villains, and there are many people who blindly follow the trend, and they are all numb to blame the people in Siyunguan.

Qing Yuan knew that he did have an unshirkable responsibility for this theft, and he couldn't argue or suppress it by force, so he felt very embarrassed and was speechless for a while.

"You don't have to make a fuss, the portrait of the immortal is now safe and sound in my hands. Suddenly, there was a loud, slightly green voice outside.

Everyone's eyes were on the source of the voice, and the speaker was a delicate girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed as a disciple of Siyunguan, and saw that she was indeed holding an old portrait of Zheng Xian in her hand.

Seeing this, everyone gathered around, most of the people in the hall are frequent visitors to Zhengxian Temple, and they are most familiar with this portrait of immortals, and some people can see at a glance that this painting is indeed a portrait that has been hung in the hall for many years.

The person who came was not Qing Shi, the three of them rushed back to the temple after retrieving the portrait, fortunately caught up in the crisis, "I think everyone misunderstood, just now the temple said that the portrait was damp, I saw that the sun was abundant today, so I kindly took the portrait outside to dry, please rest assured that the portrait has always been in the Zhengxian Temple, and has never been missing." ”

Seeing that it turned out to be a boring farce, everyone didn't have the heart to delay, and continued to pray to God normally, and many people blamed Wu Fugui for making a fuss for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

Wu Fugui stomped his feet with hatred and scolded in his heart: "The three useless rice buckets must have missed again and were chased back by the other party." "He's also a shrewd man, seeing that the momentum isn't right, and leaving with the crowd.

Qing Shi and the others blocked Wu Fugui's way.

Yang Zhen stretched out his arm to block and said coldly: "Where do you want to escape from this dead fat pig?"

"What are you going to do, do you want to do evil deeds in broad daylight. Wu Fugui knew that Siyunguan was a decent family and would never bully him, a person who could not martial arts and was unarmed, so he also had nothing to fear.

"What a treacherous dead fat pig, you Gu thief painting wants to trap me in thinking about injustice, your thug has confessed all the 1510, and you dare to pretend to be innocent here. Yang Zhen's tone of voice gradually became serious, "There are two ways to deal with you now, one is to escort you to the government to accuse you of a crime of stealing and planting, and the other is that you slander my reputation and solve it with the rules of the rivers and lakes, leaving an arm." ”

Wu Fugui's face was so red and pink that he was immediately frightened, and his whole body was trembling.

"Senior brothers, do you think it's better to solve it with the first method or with the second method?" Yang Zhen was secretly amused in his heart when he saw Wu Fugui's panicked appearance, and continued to slowly fish and concoct him.

"Our Siyun faction originally belonged to the Jianghu sect, so it is naturally the most suitable to solve it with the rules of the rivers and lakes. Yan Shan knew that Yang Zhen was playing tricks, and Wu Fugui also added fuel to the fire.

When Wu Fugui heard this, he knelt down and kowtowed on the spot and begged: "All the Taoist masters spare your life, don't cut off my hands, as long as you are willing, I can give you money, and I am willing to give you more money." ”

"We cultivators who belong to outsiders have long regarded money as dung, what is the use of giving money, we have always regarded the reputation of the sect as the root of life, and now our reputation has been shaken by your trouble, and others also think that our Siyunguan is easy to bully, so you must leave something today to give a warning to those who dare to attack our Siyunguan idea in the future. Qing Shi also squeezed out a hint of fierceness on her always peaceful pretty face to scare and scare this hateful Wu Fugui.

"My aunt, if you look like a fairy, you must be a bodhisattva, so you should be merciful and forgive the villain. Wu Fugui was so frightened that he kowtowed again and again, and every time he kowtowed, there was a sound of knocking, and blood broke out of his skin.

Qing Shi is indeed a bodhisattva, she saw Wu Fugui's pitiful appearance and felt that the punishment for him was enough, and she didn't want to embarrass him anymore, "Xiaoshan, junior brother is enough, don't scare him anymore, this matter is still left to Senior Brother Qingyuan to decide." ”

Qing Yuan condescendingly looked at Wu Fugui and said: "You have tarnished my Siyun's reputation, and the crime is extremely heinous, and you should be punished with capital punishment, but our cultivators are merciful and don't want to hurt people's bodies, you just said that it is okay to replace punishment with money, this Zheng Xian Temple has been built for a long time and has been repaired very little, and the building has been dilapidated, so you are responsible for paying for this Zheng Xian to be rebuilt to offset your evil deeds today." ”

"Thank you Dao Ye for your mercy, I will definitely follow your instructions and decorate this Zhengxian Temple as beautiful as new. Wu Fugui saw that there was a turnaround, and immediately agreed to the conditions with a pleasant face.

"If I find out that you have not fulfilled your promise today, I will send someone to take your hands and feet, please do it yourself. Qing Yuan's expression was serious and his tone was cold, as if telling everyone that what he said at the moment was not a joke, and he would definitely do what he said.

"Master Dao, please let go of 10,000 hearts, the villain dares to deceive you, I will go back to the house immediately to start the temple repair. Wu Fugui had a feeling that his life was hanging in the hands of others at the moment, he didn't want to stay in this ghost temple for a moment, and he ran out of the hall again and again, because he walked in a hurry and didn't notice the threshold in the door that was an inch higher, and he tripped him to the ground on the spot.

The people in Siyun Guan couldn't help but laugh when they saw his clumsy movements, and this small turmoil in Zhengxian Temple also came to an end in the laughter of everyone.

Next.

Siyunguan's morning exercise has long ended, but there is still a pretty figure in the square who is trying to practice the sword, and the elegant and agile swordsmanship of Siyun is vividly interpreted by her. Although it was a harsh winter, due to long-term intense practice, a little bead of sweat appeared on the girl's sideburns and forehead.

Qinghai, who had already been exhausted on the sidelines, was a little unbearable to see her such sleepless practice, "Senior sister, now you have no opponent in our younger generation, even if it is the Wanguan Conference three years later, Senior Brothers Qingyuan and Qinglei are already overage, and that nasty boy Duan Xiyun has also thrown himself into the Shaoyang Sect, and no one can shake your position in the Siyun Sect, why do you have to practice swords so overloaded?"

"Shut up, you don't know anything, don't mix it up, as you said, Duan Xiyun, this stinky boy, has already thrown himself into the Shaoyang Sect, if I don't work hard, I will be thrown out of the clouds by him at any time. Qing Xuanxiang was sweating in the sword practice, her body was non-stop, and her face was full of tenacity and unwillingness.

Qinghai couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he heard this, and secretly thought: "Although Duan Xiyun and the others have left, the influence he left on Siyunguan has not subsided, Senior Sister Qingxuan seems to have regarded him as a competitive opponent, and they are still competing silently......"

The other side.

Mount Tai's harsh winter rime is as crystal as jade, the Yuquan view of the morning practice time located in the main peak has long passed, but the head of the mirror heart is still holding the ring ruler in his hand and supervising the disciples with a serious expression, as long as someone is a little lazy, the ruthless ring ruler in his hand will definitely be the first to drink.

Most of the disciples didn't understand the master's abnormal behavior, because the Wanguan Conference had obviously ended, and in previous years, it should have been a period of recuperation, and they had never seen the master personally supervise the practice so harshly, even more than when preparing for the Wanguan Conference, all of them were secretly complaining, only the female disciple Yuan Ying was practicing hard without regrets.

A senior uncle who was also a mirror character generation at the scene also felt sorry for these young disciples, and admonished: "The juniors have been practicing in the morning for nearly two hours now, and they are already exhausted, and the so-called hanging should also take a breath, today's practice is enough, should the senior brother in charge let them go for the time being." ”

Jing Xin sighed: "Senior disciple doesn't know anything, now Siyunguan has a disciple named Duan Xiyun, who is a rare genius in the Dao world in a hundred years, and the chance of us beating him in the next Wanguan Conference is already very small, if the disciples don't make many times more efforts than before, I'm afraid there is no hope of even a glimmer of victory." ”

The disciples below were silent for a while, and the subtle sound of the breeze was so quiet that they could hear it clearly, and they were all wondering if the disciple of Siyunguan was really so powerful that the head of the sect who had always had a high eye could really impress him.

And Yuan Ying, the hard-working female disciple of Jingxin, can completely understand, because of the sword competition with Duan Xiyun at the Wanguan Conference, she calmed down afterwards, and she still has palpitations whenever she thinks about it......