Peach Blossoms

Chapter 7

"Would you like to come with me?" she asked.

Ah Yin almost blurted out - I do!

But thinking of the elderly grandma, and the sect master who hadn't seen a few times, thinking of the ten-year-old promise, he still shook his head.

Hua Luo seemed a little puzzled, and said softly to her: "Our Promise Palace also has high-strength exercises, I don't know how many times higher than Zongyingmen, why don't you want to come?"

The voice was rustling, and it was a kind of enjoyment to hear it softly. Hua Luo saw that this child was talented, so she wanted to abduct her, exhausting her tenderness and patience.

However, Ah Yin still shook his head: "The head of the sect has promised to accept me as a disciple at the age of ten, and... my family is also in the sect. I really shouldn't be worshiped by other sects."

Hua Luo straightened up, turned her head to the woman in men's clothing and said, "Yan'er, she doesn't want to come by herself."

The woman named Yan'er just frowned at Ah Yin, and said coldly: "If you don't want to come, then don't, she has her own ideas."

Jingfang chuckled: "Our palace master went to someone else's sect to kidnap someone else's disciple. It's normal if someone doesn't want to come. The little girl is very loyal."

Hua Luo said angrily, "Then I can't have a loyal disciple?"

Jingfang said seriously: "How come, Jingfang will always be around the palace master."

Hua Luo put away the joke, "Let's go, we've entered someone else's territory, we only said to come here for a stroll, who would have thought we'd come across something like this."

Hua Luo said to Ah Yin who was still kneeling: "Get up, you don't want to be my disciple, so you don't need to kneel to me, the man over there is already dead, you can pretend you don't know anything and go back, or you can take him with you." He's going back..." Hua Luo's expression was a little thought-provoking, "Take him back and scare those people, I think they won't trouble you again in a short time... It's just that your reputation is not that good It sounds good."

Ah Yin saw that the dead man was blocked by a tree next to him. There was no wound on his body, but blood was spitting out of his mouth. He didn't know how he died.

Hua Luo and Jing Fang disappeared in an instant, leaving only the woman named Yan'er.

Yan'er picked up the collar of the corpse and said to Ah Yin: "You can't move it, let's go."

Yan'er carried the corpse in one hand and Ah Yin in the other, and returned to Zongying's gate in a matter of seconds.

Yan'er threw the man's body at the gate of Zongyingmen. This time is the time for the disciples to practice swords, and no one will come out.

She took out a dagger from her bosom and inserted it through the corpse's heart.

She turned to Ah Yin and said, "Go back and act like nothing happened. Don't say anything when they ask you, and don't say you saw us... just say you ran back by yourself." .”

She looked at the short knife, the pattern on the handle was gorgeous but not very practical, and there were simple patterns engraved on the surface of the knife, it was not so much a weapon of a martial arts person, it was more like a decoration worn by a disciple of a wealthy family Saber.

Yan'er said something softly, and Ah Yin heard it.

"I think they should understand what that means."

Ah Yin listened to Yan'er's words and went back to the servant's courtyard. Grandma hadn't woken up yet. Ah Yin changed her clothes and threw the muddy clothes into the stove, but it was reduced to ashes after a while.

In the evening, the disciples of Zongyingmen came out to close the door, but they saw a man lying on the steps at the door. Out of curiosity, they saw a short knife stuck in the man's chest, and the man was already dead.

She screamed, which attracted others.

In Zongyingmen's lobby, a woman stood among the disciples and carefully looked at the corpse.

The woman is only twenty and five now, her face is a little round, her pair of phoenix eyes are clear, she looks at people with a kindness like a spring breeze, and there is always a smile on the corner of her mouth.

She is Chu Hengying, the head of Zongyingmen who founded Zongyingmen. Chu Hengying has always been kind to others, but she is obsessed with martial arts and often fails to retreat, so almost all the affairs in the school are handled by the capable underground disciples.

Now she just came out and encountered this matter, Zongyingmen has never provoked other sects, nor had any enmity with anyone, somehow this corpse was placed in front of Zongyingmen's gate.

Chu Hengying secretly frowned.

The disciple Zhou Min beside him was still talking, "Master! This knife is indeed mine, but...I gave her away a long time ago..."

Zhou Min secretly glanced at Ling Yufei beside him.

Fear appeared on Ling Yufei's face, and he immediately knelt down and hugged Chu Hengying's leg in two steps: "Master! This disciple is wronged!"

Chu Hengying couldn't bear the noise, and said slowly, "I haven't reached a conclusion yet, why are you so unafraid?"

Chu Hengying then comforted him: "I remember you said this knife, did you lose it? Do you remember when you lost it?"

That happened several years ago, but Ling Yufei had a ghost in her heart, so she naturally thought more. She looked at the expressions of the disciples around her and said, "I don't know!"

Chu Hengying's eyes seemed to be able to look into her heart, Ling Yufei didn't dare to look at her.

"This man is a servant of the Zhou family, but the knife belongs to Ling Yufei. Did the two of you offend anyone? Who do you think hurt you?"

Ling Yu raised his tear-stained face and said, "I've been wronged, I don't know!"

When Chu Hengying brought Ling Yufei to the sect, Ling Yufei was still very thin, he would obediently call Master, and practiced sword diligently, even though she once told her that Ling Yufei's talent in martial arts was not good, but But she said that hard work can make up for one's weakness.

It was this sentence that made Chu Hengying feel that Ling Yufei was somewhat similar to her, and that she could handle some chores for her by keeping it by her side. Unknowingly, Ling Yufei grew up, but still liked being in front of Chu Hengying. The younger daughter is generally coquettish.

Chu Hengying sighed, stroked Ling Yufei's hair, "Get up."

She said to Zhou Min: "This person is your servant, what do you think?"

But Zhou Min said: "I'm not sure if he is a servant of the Zhou family. I'm afraid someone deliberately framed me and Senior Sister Ling. Master will find out."

Chu Hengying couldn't think of a general idea, so he just waved his hand, "He died suddenly, Yu Fei, you go and ask someone to send the body to the government."

It is not uncommon for individuals to die in the Jianghu, and the attitude of the sect master to the reporter is already very obvious.

Chu Hengying could tell that this person died of internal injuries, but the knife was inserted after the person died.

None of her disciples had such deep inner strength, not even her.

It is not so much a frame as a warning.

Who is warning them?

Chu Hengying looked at those disciples who were obedient and obedient to her.

Regardless of whether this person is a servant of the Zhou family or not, if he is sent to the government, the government will not be able to find out. It is just to let others know that Zongyingmen is innocent.

Chu Hengying stood up, "I'm tired, go back and rest first."

Ling Yufei stood up and wiped away tears and said: "Master has just left the customs, he must be very tired, I have already asked someone to prepare the meal."

Chu Hengying nodded, and Ling Yufei sent her back.

Ah Yin waited until evening, when Ling Yufei came to the kitchen and saw Ah Yin appearing in front of her completely, Ling Yufei didn't have any other expressions, as if she didn't know her anymore.

He only told grandma to cook the doorman's meal and left.

Since then, Ling Yufei and the others have never troubled Ah Yin again. Liu Meixiang ran to the kitchen every three days, and occasionally helped Grandma with work.

A Yin asked privately, and Liu Meixiang said that they didn't find anyone to practice swords with them except for swearing a few words and letting others run errands for them on weekdays.

Ah Yin couldn't help admiring the owner of the Wuji Palace even more in her heart, everything was as she expected.

Those people look so hateful, but scare them and let them know that after offending you, the consequences will be very serious, so they really dare not do anything again.

The person named Yan'er came again while it was dark, secretly threw a book to Yin and left.

She also left a sentence: "She asked me to come."

Taking advantage of the moonlight outside the window, Ah Yin saw that the book said——Flying Flower Magic Art.

Ah Yin sat up excitedly, it turned out to be the inner strength method of Wuji Palace!

Ah Yin saw that Grandma was in a deep sleep, so she put on her clothes and sneaked to the kitchen to read this book by the stove.

If Mamaw noticed and came to see her, she could also excuse that she was hungry and come over to get something to eat.

She hid the book in the woodshed next to the kitchen. She and Grandma were always the only ones in the kitchen. She was only responsible for lighting the fire, and no one else would enter the woodshed except her.

Since then, Ah Yin secretly ran to the kitchen to practice Kung Fu every night while Grandma was asleep.

The Flying Flower Magical Skill of Wuji Palace emphasizes elegance and lightness, as if it is an internal skill specially practiced for women.

Ah Yin is indeed a prodigy in martial arts. Although she didn't have time to understand it, she has memorized Feihua's magical skills by heart. If she was more cautious, she should burn this book and destroy the corpse... But when she thought that this was the Wuji Palace It was given to her by the lord of the palace, and she felt a little bit reluctant about this book in her heart.

She thought of a way. She tore off the book page by page, separated the middle of her jacket, hid all the pages of the book in the jacket, and sewed them together again.

As long as she wasn't wearing the dress and Mamaw didn't think to wash it, it could go unnoticed for a long time.

Ah Yin kept this memorial.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Feihua's magical skill has reached the third level.

Ah Yin also grew a little taller, lost her thinness, and became whiter and tenderer.

Ah Yin is finally ten years old.

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