"It's so early in the morning and you're disturbing my sleep. How hateful." From the illusory air, a languid and cold voice sounded. It was actually a woman's voice.
The Daoist priest prostrated himself on the ground. His face was ashen as he kept kowtowing.
Out of nowhere, a Seven Treasures Lotus Throne suddenly appeared in Zhao Yun's eyes. The Lotus Throne was three inches above the ground. It was exquisitely crafted and elegant. There was a beautiful woman on the Lotus Throne. She was wearing a water-green gown and had a fragrant pouch embroidered with gold hanging on her waist. Her hair was long and her skin was like jade. She held a lotus in her hand. There were a few lotus leaves on the lotus and a few morning dew. It was verdant and full of vitality.
At this time, Fuxi had just risen. Thousands of morning clouds scattered on the woman's body. She was magnificent and dazzling, shining in all directions. She was truly magnificent.
Although Zhao Yun was bound, she could not help but be stunned. She thought, "She actually has such long hair?"
The woman's eyebrows were picturesque. Her figure was slender, and her black hair was as smooth as a waterfall. It was only an inch away from the dust on the ground. She was truly eye-catching. There was a poem as proof: The spring breeze is full of romantic nights, when willows dance gracefully. Who can hold the fragrant pond, for a long time of yearning?
The woman spun the Lotus Throne lightly. Her beautiful figure appeared from the void and was about to enter the depths of the white clouds. She was ethereal and difficult to find.
Zhao Yun suddenly felt a burning pain on her face. She did not have time to be stunned. Her body involuntarily flipped backward. One of her arms was pressed heavily on the ground. She was ruthlessly slapped in the face. Zhao Yun did not see who did it. She was ashamed and angry, "Which despicable person dares to sneak an attack on me?"
The woman sneered, "Me? In front of the Lingyun Temple, you arrogantly claim to be great. If I don't teach you a lesson, you really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Not to mention you, even the Heavenly Kings and Venerables will not tolerate your impudence. "
Her voice was originally gentle and moving, but in Zhao Yun's ears, it was cold and austere, without any warmth. Zhao Yun glared and said hatefully, "I only hate that I don't have any treasured weapons. I'm actually being laughed at by a woman!" Her eyes were wide open as if they were about to spit fire.
The woman said coldly, "A brat who doesn't know how to reflect on himself won't be able to achieve great things." The lotus platform moved lightly and arrived in front of Chang Feng and Chang Zhen, two Daoists. He scolded, "The two of you are assigned to guard the palace gate, you should diligently communicate with the inside and outside, and be loyal to your duty. To actually ask for money and goods, obstruct an esteemed guest, disregard the rules, and act recklessly! Have you forgotten about my divine sword, Ice Mongoose? "
Two consecutive kowtows were heard. The two heads smashed heavily on the ground as if they didn't care about their lives. Their scalps were already bleeding profusely from the kowtows. The two of them pleaded incessantly. When they thought of how powerful this demoness was, they trembled with fear.
"The two of you will go to the North Sea to retrieve the Bluestone Whale's inner core. You have one year."
What?!
The two Daoists knew that the punishment was not light, but they did not expect it to be such torture. It was no different from death. The Bluestone Whale was a Spirit Conduit. Even the Golden Elixir could not subdue it. With their insignificant cultivation, wouldn't it be a one-way trip for them? With tears streaming down their faces, they begged, "Sect Leader, please spare our lives."
The woman did not show any mercy. With a wave of her hand, the Dragon-binding Rope quietly retracted from Zhao Yun's body and flew into her jade-like fingers. Her gaze was stern. "What are you waiting for?"
Zhang Feng said helplessly, "This Dragon-binding Rope?" He wanted to ask for the sect's treasure back, but when he saw the Sect Leader's frosty gaze, he did not dare to say anything. Zhang Zhen had already pulled him up. The two of them were scared out of their wits and hurriedly went down the mountain.
Zhao Yun saw that the woman was decisive in killing. Her delicate face did not carry the unique gentleness of a woman. Master Ling Su's cold eyes were annoying to him. However, compared to this lady, that coldness was nothing.
The woman sent the two attendants away. As if she was not satisfied, her sleeves flickered and Zhao Yun's face was heavily slapped again. Five distinct fingerprints were immediately burned on his handsome face. The burning pain reminded Zhao Yun of his humiliating experience.
Zhao Yun refused to show weakness. He raised his head high and his eyes widened. He did not say a word.
"Rules are rules. I gave you this slap to teach you some principles. " The woman's arrogant attitude made Zhao Yun want to pull her down from the lotus platform and give her a good beating.
The woman said coldly, "Why do you want to see my Martial Uncle?"
Zhao Yun was humiliated. He did not want to be a disciple of the Lingyun Temple anymore. He only longed for power. Seeing that the ordinary disciples had treasured weapons, he was afraid that he would regret it even more if he missed it. He hesitated slightly.
The woman seemed to be impatient. She frowned and said, "Are you really here to cause trouble?" Her eyes flashed coldly. It seemed that she was about to make a move.
Zhao Yun made up his mind to learn his skills first. He said, "I'm here to be a disciple."
The woman was stunned. Her eyes were filled with astonishment. "You want to be a disciple? You don't have the aptitude. If you don't have the aptitude, you won't be able to practice Taoism. "She suddenly exclaimed and stared at Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun was angered by the woman's words. He said angrily, "Who said my aptitude is not good?! I don't believe it! "He gritted his teeth. He wanted to teach this woman a lesson.
The woman suddenly sighed. "It's not impossible." She shook her head and smiled mockingly. She said coldly, "You want to be a disciple because you want to see the Sect Leader Martial Uncle. Seriously, handsome people are brainless. "It turned out that she had also noticed Zhao Yun's charm.
"Hmph, what's the big deal! If Great Master Lingsu didn't ask me to send a letter, would I be here to be humiliated by you? "
Zhao Yun hated it when people looked down on him. This woman's cold and arrogant attitude made him feel uncomfortable.
The woman was moved. "Great Master Lingsu? No wonder. " She asked calmly, "Great Master Lingsu has a disciple called Fairy Qihua. Have you seen her?" Looking at her expression, it was obvious that she cared.
"Of course. Sister Miao is the most beautiful and gentle woman in the world! "Hearing her mention Zhang Miao, Zhao Yun's heart warmed. He wondered if she was talking about him now. He wished he could use the most beautiful words to praise Sister Miao. However, he had no eloquence. He could only use these two words to describe her.
"Hmph. How would I know? You're full of nonsense! " The woman's calm face showed annoyance. She said coldly, "Follow me if you want to see Martial Uncle."
The lotus platform rose three feet and slowly moved towards the main hall. On the lotus platform, the woman's hair was tied up in a bun. Her green clothes fluttered in the wind. Her body was beautiful and fragrant. Zhao Yun was left with an incomparably beautiful image.
Zhao Yun was stunned. He couldn't help but think, "This woman is not inferior to Sister Miao." Then, he sobered up and scolded himself. "Brat, how dare you compare this woman to Sister Miao. You deserve to die!" He hurriedly followed.
The Lingyun Temple was indeed extraordinary. After entering the main hall, he realized that the world inside was vast. It was not like the world of mortals. Among them, there were sword-wielding Daoists, white-clothed cultivators, young women in bun, and others. There was an endless stream of people. Compared to Shuiyue Nunnery, it was incomparable.
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