He Zudao was slightly stunned, not expecting that Yang Yaoqin had such a trump card.
However, at this moment, the two swords intertwined, making a harsh sound.
He Zudao only used an ordinary long sword, and under the urging of his inner strength, he fought to a close with the Ziwei soft sword.
"Senior, the little girl lost." Yang Yaoqin admitted defeat.
"Yes, your Dugu Nine Swords have already entered the palace, and it won't take long for it to be completed."
Yang Yaoqin took back the crape myrtle soft sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, senior. This competition with the senior is an extremely valuable experience for the junior."
"Let's go, see you in Huashan next Mid-Autumn Festival!" He Zudao disappeared into the martial arts arena.
In the Kunlun Mountains, Yang Yaoqin, who was riding a horse, couldn't help but asked: "Qingyun, what does it mean that He Zudao continues to compete with us?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's because of the affection of Patriarch Guo of the Emei Sect, or maybe because we want to test our cultivation."
"He Zudao agreed to the fight, shall we go to Yuezhou now?"
"Well, let's go into the city and rescue Zhou Zhiruo."
Ten days later.
Lu Qingyun and Yang Yaoqin sneaked into Yuezhou City under the cover of night.
Walking cautiously through the streets of the city, the cover of darkness made their actions even more stealthy.
The streets were full of beggars sleeping like dead pigs. Lu Qingyun casually dragged a beggar gang disciple with three bags around his waist to the deepest part of the alley.
"Tell me, where does Elder Chen Youliang live?"
"Who are you? I am Chen Asan, a disciple of the Three Bags of the Beggar Clan. Do you want to die?"
In Yuezhou City, there are no less than tens of thousands of Beggar Clan disciples, and neither the black nor the black dare to offend the Beggar Clan disciples.
Chen Ah San was used to being arrogant. Instead of being afraid, he started questioning him.
Lu Qingyun smiled slightly, sealed the mute point, and then broke Chen Asan's arm first.
"It tastes good. If you don't answer my question, I will break all the bones in your body!"
At this time, Chen Asan's face was twisted in pain, and his mute point was sealed, so he could only nod his head.
Lu Qingyun untied Chen Asan's acupoints and said, "Tell me."
Chen Asan bared his teeth and said, "Elder Chen lives in an ancient temple in the west of the city."
After listening to this, Lu Qingyun raised and lowered his hands, knocked Chen Asan unconscious and tapped his sleeping point, and then led Yang Yaoqin all the way to the west.
Yuezhou City is not big, so they found the ancient temple that Chen Asan mentioned in just one cup of tea.
The door of the ancient temple was closed, and only the weak candlelight penetrated the crack.
Lu Qingyun and Yang Yaoqin gently opened the door. They walked carefully through the courtyard and came to a small house.
The door of the hut was closed, and only the flickering candlelight came through the window.
Lu Qingyun and Yang Yaoqin exchanged a look, walked quietly to the door, and pushed it carefully. The door was pushed open a gap.
Through the gap, Zhou Zhiruo was found sleeping on a large bed. Her body was motionless, and tears kept dripping from the corners of her eyes.
"Junior sister Zhou, I'm here to save you!"
Lu Qingyun gently opened the door and walked to the bed to untie Zhou Zhiruo's acupuncture points.
"Senior Brother Lu!" Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and then choked with grievance.
Lu Qingyun asked in a low voice: "Junior sister Zhou, are you okay?"
"I just don't have the strength." Zhou Zhiruo tried her best to control her tears, but she couldn't control them, and the tears kept falling.
It's no wonder that when Zhou Zhiruo was at her most desperate and helpless, Lu Qingyun's sudden appearance magnified her weak heart.
"Qin'er, help Junior Sister Zhou, we must leave Yuezhou City as soon as possible. This is the home of the Beggar Clan. If Chen Youliang learns that you are missing, he will search the whole city."
Lu Qingyun walked to the door of the room and carefully observed Xi Zhou.
Yang Yaoqin helped Zhou Zhiruo get out of bed and slowly walked to the door.
"Sister Zhou, please hold on a little longer."
Zhou Zhiruo smiled slightly and replied softly: "Thank you, I'm fine. I'm just a little weak after being locked up here for too long."
Lu Qingyun frowned, time was running out and he couldn't care less. He picked up Zhou Zhiruo and said, "Junior sister Zhou, please forgive me, we must leave the city immediately."
Yang Yaoqin also knew that time was running out, so she glanced at Lu Qingyun and nodded, "Let's go."
The three of them crossed the courtyard wall, galloped through the dark night, and soon arrived at the city wall.
"Junior Sister Zhou, hurry up."
Lu Qingyun pushed hard with his toes, and his whole body flew into the air against the city wall. After crossing the city wall and entering the dense forest, I put Zhou Zhiruo down.
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At this time, Jinghui hurried to the foot of Mount Emei.
Speeding along the mountain road, we soon arrived at the door of the residence of Ding Minjun, the leader of the Emei Sect.
"Sister in charge, Jinghui has something urgent to report to you."
"Jinghui, why did you come back alone, where is Jingxuan?"
Ding Minjun opened the door and walked out.
"Senior Sister, headmaster, we followed Senior Brother Lu to Guangmingding of Mingjiao. We learned that Senior Sister Zhou was kidnapped by the Beggar Gang. Senior Brother Lu asked me to go back to Emei and tell you the matter."
Ding Minjun frowned, took a deep breath, and revealed a hint of determination in his tone: "The Beggar Clan is so arrogant that they dare to kidnap my disciples of the Emei Sect! This cannot be done well."
Jinghui quickly added: "Sister, there is one more thing I want to tell you. Senior Brother Lu once said that the swords of the Emei Sect have not been stained with blood for a long time."
Hearing this, Ding Minjun nodded heavily: "Since Senior Brother Lu has said so, the swords of Emei disciples must be stained with the blood of the enemy. This time we must not only rescue Zhou Zhiruo, but also let the Beggar Clan understand, Not everyone can bully my Emei disciple!”
Jinghui quickly asked: "Senior Sister, how should we act?"
Ding Minjun raised his eyes and looked into the distance, remembering the scene when Lu Qingyun led them to kill the Seven Kills Alliance.
Now that she is the head of the Emei Sect, she will lead the Emei disciples to achieve the prestige of the Emei Sect just like Lu Qingyun!
"Give me the order and all Emei disciples will go out!"
"Yes, senior sister in charge!"
Jinghui cupped her fists and accepted the order, quickly walking out.
Soon after, the Emei bell rang, and all the Emei disciples stopped what they were doing, grabbed their swords and rushed to the Golden Summit Hall from all directions in the west.
The past two years of experience have given Ding Minjun the aura of a leader.
She glanced at the standing Emei disciples and said loudly: "Senior Brother Lu sent news that Junior Sister Zhiruo was kidnapped by the Beggar Gang and taken to Yuezhou. As fellow disciples, we must rescue Junior Sister Zhiruo."
"Yes, we must rescue Senior Sister Zhou! Let those beggars know how powerful our Emei Sect is!"
The disciples of Emei were very excited.
"We will set off in an hour, Senior Nephew Shuyu, please help us prepare the necessary items."
"Don't worry, Uncle Master, these little things won't take much time."
Ever since she became a disciple of Lu Qingyun, Mo Shuyu was the first to succeed her. The former sisters have become uncles and uncles.
This made her regret becoming a disciple.
However, thinking of the palm skills taught by his master and the sword skills taught by his master's mother, this little bit of unhappiness dissipated.
