Chapter 48
As long as they are disciples of the Xianyun Sect, everyone will have a jade badge representing their identity, which is as effective as an ID card.
Yang Rongrong reached out and touched the Qiankun bag, but found nothing.
She suddenly remembered that when she entered the Qingxia Secret Realm, she handed the token to the Jindan monk who was responsible for checking the identity at the entrance of the secret realm. Later, due to various reasons, she was unable to get the token back.
In other words, she is now a black figure in Xianyun Sect.
The law enforcement hall disciples looked at her coldly.
"You can't get the token, can you? You are really lying. Please come with me."
Yang Rongrong stepped back: "Where are you taking me?"
"A person with unknown origins like you should naturally be taken to the Law Enforcement Hall for questioning."
After the law enforcement hall disciple finished speaking, he took out a heavy chain and planned to take someone on the spot.
Yang Rongrong had to reiterate: "I am really a disciple of Yujian Peak. If you don't believe it, you can ask Sword Master Xuanyue, or you can ask the master."
"How can the master and the sword master be seen by rats with evil intentions like you? Come with me quickly, or I will take action!"
Yang Rongrong was getting a little impatient because of the entanglement: "Can you please be reasonable? If I really have evil intentions, how can I go out in broad daylight? Am I afraid that I won't be exposed?"
"Who knows what your plan is? Don't move. I told you not to move. You can't understand people, right?!"
The disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall grabbed her arm and tried to tie her up.
Seeing that he was about to use violence, Rokuro immediately opened his mouth, ready to swallow up this bad guy who bullied his mother.
Yang Rongrong's heart tightened. Although this Law Enforcement Hall disciple was annoying, his crime would not lead to death. This place was Tianji Peak. If Liu Lang could eat people here, things would definitely go wrong.
She hugged Mukuro directly and quickly retreated until she reached the edge of the stairs.
Behind him is a bottomless cliff.
"Don't come over here, or we'll jump out of here!"
The law enforcement hall disciple sneered: "Do you think you can scare me like this?!"
He pretended to go forward and arrest someone.
Yang Rongrong's right foot moved back a little, and the heel was already hanging in the air. It was really dangerous.
The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall had to stop. This woman wouldn't really dare to jump, would she?
Several inner disciples who had just finished their work and were about to rush back to the cave were passing by here. Seeing such a scene, they couldn't help but stop and watch.
One of the female nuns asked out of curiosity: "What are you doing?"
Before the law enforcement hall disciple could speak, Yang Rongrong answered first.
"This man saw me raising a child alone and thought I was easy to bully. He wanted to force me to be his concubine. If I didn't like it, he would use violence against me. I had no choice but to force him to death."
Everyone was stunned.
In their eyes, Yang Rongrong was an old lady with gray hair. She looked neither young nor beautiful, and she carried a small oil bottle with her.
The law enforcement hall disciple looked young and well-groomed, so how could he fall in love with an old woman like her? Could it be that he has some unusual and strange hobbies? The disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall was furious and yelled: "You are talking nonsense! I have no interest in you at all!"
Yang Rongrong pretended to be frightened, shrank her shoulders and muttered.
"That's not what you said just now. You just held on to me and wanted to touch my face. You were so anxious."
"I do not have!"
Yang Rongrong said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, as long as you can let us mother and son go, whatever you say will be yours."
As she spoke, she quietly moved to the side, intending to run away quickly while others were unprepared.
The Law Enforcement Hall saw her plan and shouted: "Don't even think about running away!"
He pulled out his spiritual sword and stabbed her.
His original intention was to place the sword in front of her to block her way and prevent her from escaping.
Unexpectedly, his right hand suddenly trembled, and then he changed direction uncontrollably, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Yang Rongrong's heart!This sword actually wanted her life!
He opened his eyes wide and was filled with shock. It was too late to stop him, so he could only watch as the spiritual sword in his hand stabbed out quickly.
The sword body is wrapped with spiritual power, and ordinary monks in the foundation-building stage cannot resist it.
What's more, Yang Rongrong's injuries have not yet healed, and her body is tired, so her reflexes are not as quick as usual.
She tried her best to dodge, but could only barely avoid the vital point.
The tip of the sword pierced her shoulder!
She was in so much pain that she instinctively stepped back. As a result, she missed the point and fell off the cliff with Rokuro.
Everyone present was frightened by this sudden change.
By the time they reacted, Yang Rongrong was no longer on the edge of the cliff.
The scene became chaotic in an instant.
Yun Jie and Zhao Shu were about to go down the mountain when they found that the mountain road was blocked by a group of people, and they could vaguely hear someone shouting.
Zhao Shu asked in confusion: "What happened in front?"
"Go and have a look."
Yun Jie strode over, and only when he got closer could he clearly hear what they were shouting.
"We are all from the same sect, how can you really dare to be cruel?"
"Is it possible that what the female cultivator said just now is true, and you are afraid that she will tell the truth, so you want to kill her to silence her?"
"Falling from such a high place, the female cultivator must be in serious danger."
……
There was only one person present who remained silent, that is, the law enforcement disciple wearing dark blue sect uniform.
Yunjie happened to know this law enforcement hall disciple and knew that his name was He Weisheng and that he was a direct disciple of Elder Liefeng.
"Senior Brother He, what happened?"
He Weisheng looked at Yunjie, and when he saw it was the son of the leader, he quickly explained the whole story.
"Just now I met a middle-aged female cultivator of unknown origin. She was accompanied by a child. I saw her whereabouts were suspicious and wanted to take her back to the law enforcement hall for interrogation, but she refused to cooperate and threatened to jump off the cliff. I saw that she didn’t really want to die, she just wanted to take the opportunity to delay time so that she could find a chance to escape, so I drew my sword on her, and then she...just..."
When Yun Jie heard him talking about a middle-aged female cultivator with a child by her side, she immediately had a bad guess in her heart.
Could that female nun be Sang Chun?
He hurriedly asked: "What happened to her?"
With so many people watching just now, He Weisheng couldn't hide anything, so he had no choice but to keep talking.
"Her cultivation was so poor that she couldn't even dodge my deliberately released sword. She was stabbed in the shoulder by me and fell off the cliff."
Yun Jie immediately became anxious.
He quickly ran to the edge of the cliff, stretched his neck and looked down.
All you can see is layers of clouds and mist.
He turned to look at He Weisheng again.
"Did the female cultivator say her name?"
"She said her name is Sang Chun, and she is a direct disciple of Xuanyue Sword Master. She is lying! I have met Sang Chun before, even though I only met her once, but I also know that she is young and definitely not a middle-aged woman. Looks like that. That female cultivator is full of lies and must have evil intentions. I acted according to the rules and there was nothing wrong with her!"
He Weisheng spoke louder and louder, appearing confident.
Yun Jie's guess came true.
He was worried. Sang Chun was still injured and fell from such a high place. Could he still be alive? (End of this chapter)
