A Qing

Ah Qing stared angrily: "Old bald old monk, don't spit blood! Although I beat you, I didn't beat people for no reason!" What's more, she didn't even know whether to steal scriptures It's decided!

Monk Xinmei suddenly trembled all over and spat out a mouthful of blood. It turned out that he had tried his best to open up the acupoints while talking with Ah Qing.

As soon as he opened the acupoints, he immediately slapped the ground, and slapped Ah Qing with his palm. Ah Qing tapped a bamboo stick on one of the acupoints on his tiger's mouth. Monk Xinmei immediately felt his arm go numb, and he didn't dare to fight anymore, so he took advantage of the situation There is a distance of seven or eight zhang away from Ah Qing.

"The old monk was just trying to delay time, talking nonsense that I stole the scriptures? Don't you know that monks are not allowed to tell lies?" Ah Qing only felt that the old monk was inexplicable, and he couldn't beat her, but he was always like a fly. Bother her as much.

"Fang—" Xinmei's majestic and upright face turned green with anger, and she almost blurted out the swear words, "I am the majestic Lord of the Dharma Hall, who has practiced for many years, how could I break the precept?"

Ah Qing snorted angrily, and said: "You say that I stole the scriptures, you are telling a lie, what kind of false precept have I violated!"

Xinmei sneered, and said: "Demon girl, the ironclad evidence is so strong, you still want to quibble?"

After he finished speaking, he fished into his pocket, as if he wanted to produce some evidence. Ah Qing took a closer look, and the old monk Xinmei actually took out a delicate light blue women's embroidered purse from the inside of his monk's robe.

A respectable old monk with long white eyebrows and a majestic expression holding a woman's embroidered purse looked very strange, and Ah Qing couldn't help but want to laugh.

But she was smiling, and suddenly found that the purse that the old monk was holding was somewhat similar to the one she was used to!

She was terrified in her heart, and was surprised to find that even the embroidery on the pocket was very similar to the style she was used to. She subconsciously groped for her purse. Could it be that when did she lose the purse?

Suddenly, Ah Qing suddenly remembered that she had lost a purse before, in Madam Qiangwei's black shop, she had accidentally been drugged, and the purse was confiscated by Madam Qiangwei but she did not get it back.

At that time, she just felt sorry for the money, thinking that the run-down shop was harmful to people, so she had no choice but to work to pay off the debt, and washed clothes for several days for Lu Feng, a clean freak.But now, her intuition, which has always been keen, felt a faint sense of unease, as if some heinous conspiracy was targeting her behind her back, like a spider web, unfolding in an orderly manner.

"Where did you find this purse?" Ah Qing asked with a little uneasiness in her heart.

But the eyebrows were furious: "You witch, do you still want to quibble? Of course I found it at the scene of the theft of the scriptures!"

Ah Qing rolled her eyes, took out the purse she was using now from her bosom, and said, "I didn't lose the purse, old monk, look, the purse in your hand looks similar to mine, but It might have been dropped by someone else!"

Xinmei obviously saw through her tricks, stared at her with a sneer, and said word by word: "This pouch is of a special style, and the embroidery is excellent. It is by no means imitated by ordinary female workers. I have already asked Bai Xiaosheng. You are the only person with this purse!"

Ah Qing doesn't like Bai Xiaosheng who is easy to get in the way. No one will know everything about someone who claims to know everything, who seeks out other people's privacy, and even knows the style of the purse she uses. Chu people will have a good impression.

But she still didn't forget to deny it, and said seriously: "My purse was made by Lin Xian'er for me. If you like, you can ask her to make one for you. She often likes to give others her own embroidery."

Xin brows were furious: "The witch is still talking nonsense and humiliating Buddhist disciples. Now, do you still want to blame others? Look at the word 'Aqing' embroidered on this purse, it is very clear. Physical evidence! Even though Lin Tanyue has embroidered purses of the same style, is there anyone who knows how to embroider your name on purses that are given away to others?"

But he saw the word "Aqing" embroidered on the delicately embroidered light green purse in a very hidden place, like small script.

Now Ah Qing knew that the light green purse was really taken away by Mrs. Qiangwei.

But who stole the scriptures and left this purse to attract attention and plant it on Ah Qing?

Ah Qing thought of Lin Xian'er for a moment. After all, she was the one who gave her the purse. Later, she asked her to ask for another one. Only she knew that she had lost the purse...

But after thinking about it later, she became a little hesitant. Lin Xianer said before that she only found out that the "Yi Jin Jing" might restore Long Xiaoyun's martial arts after asking Bai Xiaosheng. Even if she was lying, her purpose should be to make Long Xiaoyun When Ah Qing went to steal the "Yi Jin Jing", she would never have just told Ah Qing about the "Yi Jin Jing", and immediately an old monk came to her door and said that she had stolen the "Yi Jin Jing".

Ah Qing felt that it was really a headache to think about these messy things. After thinking about it, it is better to ask Mr. Mei Er first whether "Yi Jin Jing" is useful to Xiao Yun, and then make plans!

Xinmei saw that Aqing was stunned in place, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to have nothing to say. He immediately thought he knew the so-called truth, and sneered: "I have nothing to say? Hurry up and hand over the "Dharma Yijin According to the scriptures, let me see that the poor monk is not killing harm for the sake of fame today, so that you, a witch, can be reincarnated!"

"What?" The little white sheep stayed on the carriage, realizing that the carriage hadn't moved for a long time, waiting for Ah Qing to come back, he couldn't help poking his head out to secretly check for movement.

Hearing the movement, Xinmei subconsciously turned the fierce face that was not angry and arrogant to face the little white sheep. None exist.

Ah Qing: "..." Although she didn't expect anything, why does this little guy with no loyalty always make her have the urge to whip his whip.

He didn't know why, although he was curious about why there was a little white sheep in the car where people should sit, but he didn't have such strong curiosity to ask, he turned his head and continued to stare at Ah Qing coldly: "Demon girl, you Why don't you speak?"

Ah Qing thought for a while, then asked: "I have a question for you, can the "Yi Jin Jing" help people recover their martial arts?"

Xin Brow frowned deeply: "You witch, what's your intention in talking about him?"

"It's just a question. Before you fight, ask for clarification." Ah Qing said seriously.

Xinmei glanced at her suspiciously, and replied, "No."

Ah Qing opened her eyes wide: "Are you sure you can't?"

Xinmei snorted coldly: "I have always been in charge of the "Dharma Yi Jin Jing", I don't know? Demon girl, do you want to use the "Yi Jin Jing" to restore someone's martial arts? You have given up on it ! Once a martial arts practitioner is abolished, his meridians will also be abolished. If he wants to learn martial arts again, it will be impossible in this life!"

What he said was too decisive, which made Ah Qing feel uncomfortable in her heart. Although she only wanted to give it a try with a ten thousandth possibility, she was still unhappy when all hopes were rejected in such a way.

"Since the "Yi Jin Jing" can't help people recover their martial arts, then I won't chat with you, goodbye!" Ah Qing turned around and was about to perform lightness kung fu, and flew towards the carriage.

"Demon girl, hand over the "Yi Jin Jing"!" A hint of sternness flashed in Xinmei's eyes, and when she turned around unprepared, she stretched out her palm and slapped Ah Qing's back!

This palm has been accumulating strength for a long time, and Xinmei seems to have been talking to Ah Qing, but in fact she has been secretly accumulating palm strength. Although Ah Qing walked away as soon as he said it, but when he struck with all his strength, the inner force in his palm surged violently. Even his own sleeves were torn, and the raging internal force encountered a point of release, and the crackling sound of piercing the air came with a whistling sound, and struck menacingly.

Ah Qing also felt a strong force behind her, she scolded the old monk for her despicable sneak attack, she turned around in the air like a carp swimming in water, and Xinmei's palm was easily swung away like a slippery autumn fish.The green skirt fluttered lightly, and Ah Qing swung the bamboo stick with her backhand while turning around, pointing at the opening in the monk's chest.

That ordinary bamboo stick was as sharp as a rare sword in her hand, Xinmei didn't dare to accept her trick at all!

As soon as he moved his body, he made up for the opening in his chest, but saw that Ah Qing had sharply tilted the bamboo stick slightly before he reached the end of his movement, and sank down, anticipating his next opening with incomparable precision. As if waiting for him to do this action.

In Ah Qing's swordsmanship, her moves change very quickly. If the enemy doesn't move, she doesn't move. Once the enemy moves, she will immediately stop the enemy at the place where she must save herself. The subtlety of inspiration, as long as one of the tricks is thoroughly understood, it is enough to turn an ordinary person into a master of a generation!

Xinmei knew that although he had decades of profound internal strength and was ranked second in martial arts among the famous Shaolin, but there was still a huge gap against such a young Ah Qing, so he made a sudden plan.

He immediately covered the tip of his tongue with anger, swallowed mountains and rivers with anger, and shouted with all his internal energy: "Good job!"

As soon as he uttered the word "good", not only was it like a lion's roar, it hurt people's ears, and his sleeves rolled up with a vicious energy. It was the Shaolin Iron Sleeve, whose hands were as sharp as a blade, savagely at Ah Qing. hit.

Ah Qing hates this kind of moves that don't forget to roar a few times during the fight, which makes the eardrums hurt. His face turned cold and he said decisively: "Fall!"

As soon as the words fell, a pathetic blue sword rainbow rushed towards the bullfighting bull with anger, splitting Huashan Mountain, and struck like a flash of thunder!

Xinmei fell down!

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, you must have chicken curry and teppanyaki rice!Otherwise, there will be double changes on the 20th! Every time π_π rushes to the cafeteria, I find that my aunt is closed with a blank face...closed...rolling~~