"I believe you, that's what I decided."

The fair-skinned, silver-haired old lady was extremely cheerful. She turned around and left the venue, leaving behind a very arrogant sentence:

"Before dawn, when the sun rises in the east and dawn breaks, the Pavilion Master will return. Girl, be prepared."

The old lady's words were still lingering in the venue, but she had already disappeared without a trace along with several of her nephews.

The scene fell into silence again.

After half a stick of incense: "There are all officers and soldiers outside, what should we do?"

Ah Jiu was brought back to reality in an instant, turned sideways and whispered to Yaoyao: "As far as I know, cultivators are more or less experienced as practitioners. Do you think the officers and soldiers who we directly attack will not be able to start?"

"No." Yaoyao said in a deep voice, relying on her many years of experience in Fengqing Yage: "There are people who cultivate nature, there are people who practice skills, and there are people who practice life skills. They cannot be generalized, especially those who practice numbers.

Basically, I don't pay much attention to life-cultivating skills. The hard skills are not as good as a martial artist. If I really fight head-on, I'm afraid it will hurt people's lives.

Otherwise, I will ask Senior Brother Yuanfang to let them recommend themselves and write down their own strengths, and we will discuss it later."

At this time, there are still five or six hours before dawn, so there is plenty of time.

Even if we wait until the pavilion master comes back in the morning, someone will be in charge of the overall situation.

In the room on the third floor.

The disciple of the Pavilion Master sent a large tray of notes.

Ah Jiu was responsible for opening it and reading it to Yaoyao: "I am a Taoist priest from the Hongying Mountain. I am a disciple of Kongtongmen. I learned the Chang Qi Shang Fist."

"Kongtongmen's boxing technique directly hits the inner palace, so it is called the boxing technique of seven emotions and seven injuries. I heard the master say it before." Yaoyao followed the analysis.

Ah Jiu took out another piece of paper: "Yaoyao, this is the Yinshan sect. Their specialty is ghost talismans, and they can mobilize Yin soldiers."

Yaoyao suddenly felt excited: "I didn't expect that the Yinshan sect also has upright disciples. You must know that dispatching troops and generals to make ghost soldiers work for me is the unique skill of the Yinshan disciples."

Ah Jiu was not that excited. She only felt that the magic did not differentiate between good and evil, and that what was evil was only the human heart.

Just as he was thinking about it, the piece of paper in his hand made Ah Jiu take a breath: "Ji Man? The art of Nan Miao controlling poisonous insects."

"Ah?" Yaoyao was stunned: "Jiu'er, the Southern Miao in Southern Xinjiang are recognized as evil practices. They were banned by the late emperor with an edict, and no one is allowed to use them from now on."

Ah Jiu knew this, but Ah Jiu really didn't notice Ji Man's presence among the crowd tonight.

He was willing to help at this time, and Ah Jiu also knew why.

Now that the court is in this situation, the possibility of helping him shine is slim. He just wants to use this opportunity to let the world know that his Southern Miao Gu technique is superior.

Since everyone has their own needs, Ah Jiu does not object to his participation.

"After the death of the late emperor, when King Huachang came to power, Yaoyao, you have been well protected by your master. You may not know that the puppet plague among the people in the past two years came from the hands of the Southern Miao Gu Shu Jiman."

Ah Jiu was in a trance and pierced through time, returning to the scene of corpses strewn across the fields he saw in Yizhuang, as well as the faces of those people who did not recognize their relatives, and the puppet army that he almost spent all his experience to save.

Yaoyao was in a daze. Yes, her master had protected her very well over the years, just like her biological father. But because there was a machine room on one side, she was familiar with the outside world without leaving home:

"I heard a little about it. At that time, I learned that a strange woman appeared among the people. Not only did she cure the disease, she also killed the traitor King Qi Ming with her own hands."

Ah Jiu was stunned, and the tea bowl in his hand was knocked over. Ah Jiu quickly helped it up.

"What? You also know?" Yaoyao could feel Jiu'er's panic.

"Well, I know, that person is me, but I really admire Qingshui Yage's mechanism skills. Only one person has ever guessed about killing King Qi Ming."

Meng Jiuer really didn't know how the pavilion master was able to collect the world's news, and he could collect such secrets.

"Is it you?" Yaoyao stood up suddenly: "Is it really you?"

"I was forced to have no choice at that time. The four-year drought forced my whole family to flee..." Ah Jiu told how he captured young men in those years, how he encountered bandits and the chaos in the world that made the people miserable.

Hearing this, Yaoyao had nowhere to put her hands: "My master, he really loves me. I have never suffered like this."

"So, I think you are quite happy, but I am not bad either. My parents are always by my side. Although life is a little harder, I am very happy."

After Ah Jiu finished speaking, he returned to the subject: "Since there are so many people in the pavilion who are willing to help, why not get a couple..."

"I think so too." As she said that, Yaoyao pulled the bell rope on the table.

Soon Zhang Yuanfang hurried over: "Senior brother, we must hold on until early morning and let all the heroes and heroes from all walks of life protect Qingfeng Yage for us."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yuanfang had just left, and another disciple came:

"King Nanming personally brought people to encircle and suppress them."
Chapter completed!