As soon as Yu Qiao opened the courtyard door, she didn't see anything clearly. She only felt a sharp pain in her neck. She stretched out her hand to cover it, and warm blood gurgled out.
The moment the bloody smell dissipated, Fu Sanyuan frowned and looked towards the door. Yu Qiao's body suddenly fell to the ground.
A girl wearing black clothes and arrow sleeves stepped across the threshold.
"Who are you?" Fu Sanyuan's face was as heavy as water, staring at the girl who came to the door.
Ning Fusang smiled: "The thief of Miao Kong Sect is so confident and confident, is it because of your cultivation in the early stage of the seventh level?"
Fu Sanyuan was shocked.
The other party actually saw through his cultivation level at a glance, which only showed that her strength was far above her own.
Fu Sanyuan immediately threw out a few fire thunder beads and used the escape method to escape.
But how could Ning Fusang give him a chance to escape?
A flying sword immediately touched Fu Sanyuan's eyebrows.
There was a strong wind in the courtyard, and the door of the small courtyard closed on its own with a loud banging sound caused by the wind.
Fu Sanyuan knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy: "This junior is ignorant and has offended the girl. Please spare her life!"
The thief was very aware of current affairs and was able to bend and stretch. He cried bitterly: "I will hand over everything! In addition to the treasures in Qingfeng Courtyard, there are also the treasures I have stolen from other monks over the years. I am willing to dedicate them to you." Girl, I just ask you to spare your next life!"
Fu Sanyuan had seen her kill Yu Qiao without saying a word. He knew that the swordsman in front of him was not easy to talk to, so he could only try his best to appear as sincere as possible.
The smile in Ning Fusang's eyes was not deep. She looked at Fu Sanyuan and asked him casually: "If I kill you, won't your treasures also belong to me?"
Fu Sanyuan was sweating profusely, thinking carefully about his words: "I wonder, Miss, do you have any other instructions?"
Fu Sanyuan was a smart man and realized the deep meaning of Ning Fusang's words.
If this unknown swordsman wants to kill him to get the treasure, she can do it from the beginning. According to her temperament, she should not give herself the chance to say so many words.
This shows that she has value in him.
But he is a disciple of the Miao Kong Sect, who is disgusted by the righteous way, displeased by the evil way, and calls for death as a casual cultivator. The only valuable thing about him is these hands...
Does she want him to help her steal some treasure?
If so, Fu Sanyuan would be relieved. Because this is what their Miaokong Sect disciples are best at.
Ning Fusang used the calmest tone to create a huge splash in Fu Sanyuan's heart.
She said: "I want to learn from your Miao Kong Sect and how to retrieve things."
Fu Sanyuan's eyes almost popped out of his head, "Study, learn what?"
He shook his head quickly and said, "No, this is the secret of our Miao Kong Sect."
After a pause, Fu Sanyuan continued: "Unless you join our Miaokong Sect and become an outer disciple of the Miaokong Sect, if I teach you the method of finding things in bags, it will not be considered a violation of the sect's rules..."
With a thought in Ning Fusang's mind, the golden sword passed straight through Fu Sanyuan's right eye, and blood splashed on her skirt. The girl didn't blink, and her posture remained the same.
Fu Sanyuan covered his eyes and screamed in pain. His head was about to split. He felt that wind was constantly pouring into the back of his head. His whole body was in unspeakable pain, and his mind was extremely clear.
His vision was blurred, and the girl's cold voice rang clearly in his ears——
"Can we teach now?" Ning Fusang asked.
Rongjiang touched his eyes subconsciously. Fortunately, he knew the current affairs better than this little thief from the Miao Kong Sect, and directly presented the Peach Killing Illusion, proving his worth again.
Fu Sanyuan was trembling all over, sweating like rain, and his lips were white. He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay."
Only then did Ning Fusang put away the Dragon Bone Sword's clone sword with satisfaction, and signaled Rongjiang to feed him a blood-coagulating pill. "In addition to picking up objects, you Miaokong Mountain should also have the art of fortune-telling, seizing souls, stealing elements, and stealing heavenly secrets. I want to learn all of these. Do you understand?"
Ning Fusang had taken the Huanyan Pill, so Fu Sanyuan never recognized her, but Ning Fusang recognized the person in front of her.
Loose cultivator, Yuan San.
If she couldn't guess at this time that this little thief from the Miao Kong Sect had ulterior motives for going to the arena of the Five States Conference, her life would have been in vain for so many years.
Fu Sanyuan is a typical person who only becomes honest after suffering losses. He bowed his head to the ground and said honestly: "Senior, I don't mean to shirk the blame. It's just that Fu really doesn't know how to steal the secrets of heaven and other profound secrets."
Ning Fusang didn't need to think too much about this to know that Fu Sanyuan didn't dare to lie to him.
After all, secret techniques like stealing the sky are indeed a bit unnatural, and it is normal for Fu Sanyuan not to be able to do so.
Ning Fusang did not embarrass him and asked calmly: "Except for stealing secrets, can you do a few other things?"
Fu Sanyuan's voice was much more confident this time, and he quickly said: "Yes!"
The sect's senior brother will also send him a teleportation order, and then he will have a chance to escape from the clutches of the devil.
Fu Sanyuan could only comfort himself. He had made a mistake now, so he could pretend to be a snake for the time being and wait for the future to avenge his blindness!
Ning Fusang asked Rongjiang to clean up the small courtyard and rent a new cave.
She saw Fu Sanyuan's eyes dodge, looking at the cave key in her hand from time to time, and often looking at the restrictions on the cave door.
"Do you know the formation talisman?"
Ning Fusang suddenly spoke, which startled Fu Sanyuan. His mouth and lips seemed to be stuck together, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.
Fu Sanyuan was struggling whether to tell the truth or not.
Let's face it, his attempt to escape from the cave by relying on his skills in restraint failed.
Don't tell it, he doesn't dare to hide it.
Rongjiang shouted sternly: "My lord is asking you something, why are you pretending to be dumb?"
Fu Sanyuan bit his teeth so hard that his alveolus was almost broken. A mere fourth-level weapon refiner could act so powerful, it was really a fight between a dog and a man!
After thinking again and again, Fu Sanyuan whispered: "I understand a little bit."
Ning Fusang seemed to be very interested in this topic and asked: "How much does it mean to know a little bit? Do you have the level of a grand master?"
Fu Sanyuan shook his head like a rattle: "Your Excellency, you think highly of Fu. Fu really only understands a little bit."
After he finished speaking, he realized that this was not clear enough, and he was afraid that Ning Fusang would give him another blow, so he quickly added: "It's just a master level, and it can't be put on the stage."
Ning Fusang didn't bother with this issue anymore.
So what if the talisman Sanyuan understands the restrictions? He couldn't break his own barrier.
The cave is full of spiritual energy, and it is like a small world of spring and scenery. Rongjiang was assigned to two rooms, one was his bedroom and the other was used as a weapon refining room.
Ning Fusang handed him the damaged Peach Killing Fantasy Picture and asked, "Can it be repaired?"
Rongjiang opened the scroll and took a look. The peach forest in the painting was much more colorful than before. There was a cut from the upper right corner of the scroll, all the way down, almost spreading to the bottom of the scroll.
"Sir, have you ever used peach to kill the illusion?" Rongjiang touched the dark red peach blossom and murmured, "It can be repaired, but it's a bit tricky. I'll try my best."
Fu Sanyuan glanced at the scroll curiously. What kind of treasure was this? It looked pretty good.
(End of chapter)