Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

That night, thousands of Beggar Clan Dayong Branch disciples stayed up all night, searching every possible hiding place within a hundred miles of the city.

In an iron gun temple outside the city.

In the darkness, Azi, who was sleeping soundly while lying on a pile of hay, suddenly opened her eyes.

At this time, Ah Zi was dirty all over, and her pretty face, which was white and pink, was covered with plant ash that she had deliberately applied. Her alert and solemn expression was like a little fox discovering an intruder coming towards its lair.

A very thin silk thread was tied to the index finger of her right hand. This invisible thread, as thin as spider silk, was connected to a large net outside the temple.

This ruined temple was Azi's carefully chosen resting place. Behind the temple is a large mountain. The mountain is full of towering ancient trees that need two people to hug each other to surround it. Outsiders who want to enter the temple can only go through the front door, which will inevitably touch the soft silk screen that Ah Zi has laid out in advance, so Ah Zi is prepared.

There was a lot of movement, and it looked like there were at least two people. It was already late at night, and so many people were rushing towards this extremely remote and ruined temple outside the city.

The first thing Azi thought was that her whereabouts had been exposed, and the people from her master's sect were chasing her, and her little heart suddenly twitched.

However, listening to the messy and clumsy footsteps of the other party, it was obvious that he was an ordinary person with almost no martial arts skills. Even a handyman disciple of the Xingxiu Sect who had just started training for a few days was much better than these two people.

Azi curled her little lips in disdain and thought to herself: Old monster Ding was really in a hurry and sought medical treatment, so he sent out all these bastards. Does he expect this kind of trash to be able to stop me?

She grew up in the Xingxiu Sect since she was a child. With her clever ability to observe words and emotions, she could talk about people and ghosts, and she actually became the ninth direct disciple of Ding Chunqiu. Although her martial arts skills are low, she always keeps in mind the survival rules of the Xingxiu Sect - no matter what time, she must please the master. When the master is happy, life will be easier.

All Xingxiu disciples know this and regard it as a guideline to memorize it morning and night. But among the thousands of disciples of the entire Xingxiu Sect, no one has practiced this kung fu to the extreme like A Zi.

The rest of the people were either flattering and did not have any new ideas in the filming, which failed to impress the Master, or the filming was not realistic enough and made the Master unhappy. What's more, the mother-in-law didn't protect her, and she slapped the horse's leg directly, which angered the master and put her life at risk.

Azi has seen such a scene more than once in all her years in the sect. Ah Zi could never forget the look of those senior brothers who were older than her and had been with them for a long time, begging miserably before being executed by their master.

She always uses these examples of failure to remind herself that she must not forget her original intention on the road of praising her master, and she must always remember that innovation is the only way to survive the fierce intra-sect struggle.

Every time he slacked off a little bit, Ah Zi would use the examples of those senior brothers who died tragically to remind himself not to rest on his laurels and become complacent. Master may still be smiling at you today, but tomorrow you may say the wrong thing and make Master angry.

Over the years, Azi's martial arts skills were considered average among his brothers. However, by constantly innovating on the road to please his master, he also learned a lot of evil tricks from Ding Chunqiu. It was more than enough to protect himself when traveling in the world. .

She escaped because she was afraid.

As she gets older, the gray-haired girl in the past gradually matures into a pretty and charming girl. Especially the small breasts that were gradually protruding. No matter how tight Ah Zi tightened the belt, she could not completely hide it.

No matter how much dust she smeared on her face, the occasional hint of delicate skin would attract the coveted eyes of her peers. Even the Master, who had always regarded himself as a man among gods, the way he looked at her during this period frightened her.

She wanted to escape, but couldn't find a good time. Until this time, Master went to the Central Plains. After returning, he often retreated and saw no one.

Azi had been observing for many days and guessed that Ding Chunqiu must have suffered a big loss in the Central Plains. After all, none of the senior brothers who went out with the master at the time came back, and the master was very secretive about his experience in the Central Plains. Several of them were ignorant. A disciple of a disciple was executed by his master for flattering him by patting his horse on the leg.

Azi was so happy that she took advantage of Ding Chunqiu to retreat again, stole the sacred tree Wang Ding used by her master to practice martial arts, and flew away, all the way to the Central Plains.

She thought this way: Ding Chunqiu must have met some extremely powerful person in the Central Plains. In such a period of time, Ding Chunqiu would definitely not dare to go to the Central Plains again.

Even if he stole the sacred wooden king tripod, the master would only send a few disciples and be done with it.

Isn’t it easy to deal with those fools who have never been enlightened?

What's more, once I have mastered the master's special skills and transformed the power with the help of the sacred wood king tripod, hehe, what will happen if Ding Chunqiu himself comes in person?

Thinking of the dusty journey that she had been experiencing, and how hungry and full she was, Ah Zi felt angry for no reason: Can even this kind of trash fish come after me now?

Her heart skipped a beat, her jade fingers moved lightly, and the web that spread out like a spider web in the yard immediately closed in, as if a layer of smoke was rising out of thin air.

This net is made of the silk of the Tianshan Snow Spider. Although it is small, it is extremely tough. Not to mention ordinary people, even a wild cow cannot escape if it is caught in the net.

Sure enough, when Azi pulled her hand, she heard a scream coming from the yard. It was obvious that someone had been hit.

Then Azi hung up the net with all her strength - the silk thread had been tied along the beams of the ruined temple. In a moment, two angry faces appeared in front of Azi.

Seeing the two people squeezing each other and struggling in the soft silk net, Ah Zi was extremely happy. She clapped her little hands excitedly and said with a sweet smile: "Haha, you push the two big crabs caught in the net. Me, I push you, it’s so fun, so fun, hahahaha.”

She shook her head and danced like a little fox that had caught its prey.

The two people caught in Ah Zi's net were furious when they saw Ah Zi's excited look, and angrily shouted: "Devil! Put us down quickly!"

Ah Zi curled her lips in disdain and said with a smile: "This is strange. I slept well in this temple in the middle of the night. You two came over and disturbed my aunt's dream. You still want me to let you go?"

The Beggar Clan disciple who was dressed in shabby clothes cursed bitterly: "You witch, how can you be a good man by using such shameful means? You have the ability to put us down and compete openly and openly!"

Ah Zi smiled and said: "You already said that I am a witch and I am not a good man in the first place. Why should I let you go? Tell me, what are the backgrounds of you two!"

As she spoke, she fiddled with the delicate and small dagger in her hand. Her innocent expression was extremely inconsistent with the movements of her hands, making it look particularly strange in this silent night.