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In fact, her actions proved to be correct; the two were only ten meters apart, which is an instantaneous distance for a bullet.

The bullet that hit the cane exploded with sparks. Granny Jin Hua felt several powerful blows coming at her, and she almost dropped the cane.

The cane in Granny Jin Hua's hand was grayish-yellow and dark black, inconspicuous, neither gold nor iron, but a special product of the seabed near Ling Snake Island called "coral gold".

It is formed from a mixture of several special metals and coral over millions of years in the deep sea. It can cut iron as easily as cutting tofu and strike stone as easily as knocking cotton. No matter how sharp a weapon is, it will break instantly.

Pulling the trigger to empty the entire magazine, Mo Jiang then took out another magazine and loaded it in less than two seconds.

Even if Granny Jin Hua realized that Mo Jiang could not continue shooting at this moment, she did not have enough time to react.

Because at this very moment, Granny Jin Hua was already injured.

Granny Jin Hua slapped her thigh hard, and a bullet was squeezed out of the wound, falling to the ground with a clatter.

Seeing this, Mo Jiang couldn't help but twitch his lips. He used his internal force to forcefully squeeze the bullet out of his body. The sheer amount of internal force he used was something that ordinary people couldn't do.

He truly deserves to be one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult.

This was the only one of the thirty bullets that had just been fired that caused actual damage.

Even with medication, a leg injury would take at least ten days to two weeks to heal, but Mo Jiang felt the crisis growing ever larger.

"Young master, you probably only have thirty arrows available at a time."

Although she didn't know exactly what the assault rifle in Mo Jiang's hand was, after the exchange just now, Granny Jin Hua could tell that it was a weapon similar to a crossbow.

Granny Jin Hua's voice was soft, but it carried a terrifying murderous aura. Having roamed the martial world for many years, she had not been injured in a long time.

The wounded Purple-Robed Dragon King's killing intent surged.

Mo Jiang silently took out the M107 from his inventory, wielding both the assault rifle and the sniper rifle in his hands.

Seeing Mo Jiang pull out yet another gun out of thin air, Granny Jin Hua raised an eyebrow.

"There are only thirty paces between us. Do you think your lightness skill is faster, or my gun is faster?"

Mo Jiang's voice was calm, but it was filled with an undisguised ferocity and murderous intent, like a tiger eyeing its prey, ready to strike with overwhelming force at the slightest move.

Granny Jin Hua stood still, no longer holding her cane across her chest, and coughed lightly twice. "It seems that Hu Qingniu's life is not yet over."

After saying that, he turned around and drifted away. Even though he had been shot in the leg, his speed and agility were extraordinary.

Mo Jiang's expression tightened upon seeing this, and he secretly thought to himself that it was fortunate that the other party had not come within ten steps.

Otherwise, given the opponent's speed, it's uncertain whether I could even hit them.

Although the gun is powerful, its construction is not particularly sturdy. If Granny Jin Hua were to strike it with her cane at close range, the gun would probably shatter into dozens of pieces.

Although Granny Jin Hua had retreated, Mo Jiang dared not relax. Who knew if the Purple-Robed Dragon King might suddenly return and secretly wait for an opportunity?

Mo Jiang had no intention of using Hu Qingniu's life to verify how crazy a widow could be after losing her husband.

"Come here, the person is gone."

Hearing Mo Jiang's call, Hu Qingniu and his wife, along with Ji Xiaofu and her daughter, walked over with lingering fear. They had clearly witnessed the skills of Granny Jin Hua and the power of the gun, which were beyond their comprehension and imagination.

Upon seeing Granny Jin Hua forced to leave, Hu Qingniu and his wife immediately expressed their gratitude, while Ji Xiaofu asked a question from the side.

"Are you really from the Wudang Sect?"

Mo Jiang was about to answer when his ears twitched slightly and his eyes looked to the side.

Just then, a clear female voice suddenly said, "Xiaofu, why have you come to a place like this? I've been looking for you everywhere."

A nun dressed in a gray robe slowly walked over from a distance; she was none other than Abbess Miejue, the head of the Emei Sect.

Two disciples followed behind her: Ding Minjun and Bei Jinyi.

Abbess Miejue was renowned far and wide, known to everyone in the martial arts world. However, she rarely descended the mountain, and very few people had actually seen her. Upon closer inspection, she appeared to be about forty-four or forty-five years old, with a rather beautiful appearance. However, her eyebrows slanted downwards, giving her an extremely eerie look, almost like a hanged ghost from a children's opera stage.

Sure enough, the person in question arrived.

Mo Jiang sighed inwardly. This was also why he was unwilling to fight Granny Jin Hua. It was bad luck that he would have to fight at least two rounds today.

Abbess Miejue, who wields the Heaven Sword, is definitely one of the most ruthless characters in the entire Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

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106. Abbess, Taoist priest, I want to steal your pregnant unmarried wife!

Even among the leaders of the six major sects, Abbess Miejue was a figure whose strength was second to none.

Once the Heaven-Slaying Sword is drawn, even Song Yuanqiao, the current leader of the Martial Arts Sect, might not be a match for it.

Upon seeing Abbess Miejue, Mo Jiang subconsciously bent slightly, his muscles tensing, and the holy light and Nine Yang internal energy within his body began to circulate at high speed, so fast that it was almost out of control.

The source of his terror was not Abbess Miejue, but the sword she held in her hand.

It was a long sword with an ancient design, four feet long, with a faint blue aura emanating from its scabbard. Even before it was drawn, one could already imagine its extraordinary nature. On the scabbard were two characters inlaid with gold thread: "Yitian".

In Mo Jiang's perception, countless sword energies were locked beneath the scabbard of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, and the power unleashed once unsheathed would be extraordinary.

Mo Jiang silently put the gun away. He wasn't sure if Abbess Miejue had seen him fight with Granny Jin Hua. Against such a master, the gun in his hand could only be used as a surprise weapon.

In a direct confrontation, if the enemy is on guard, they are fully capable of dodging bullets from ten paces away.

As for within ten steps...

The sword energy of the Heaven Sword is more intimidating than bullets. Mo Jiang strongly suspects that if someone takes out a gun within ten steps, it will be sliced ​​into pieces by the sword energy of the Heaven Sword.

Compared to the Heaven-Slaying Sword, the spear itself is not sturdy enough.

Modern weapons are all designed to have offensive capabilities that far exceed their defensive capabilities.

To deal with such a powerful opponent with a gun, one would need to snipe from at least 300 meters, or even beyond the line of sight.

"Master..."

When Ji Xiaofu saw her master, she was at a loss for what to do. With her daughter beside her, she knew that she could not hide the fact that she had given birth out of wedlock. She was in a state of confusion and did not know how to speak.

Abbess Miejue looked up at the sky, lost in thought for a long while, and then said, "Xiaofu, come here!" Without even glancing at her, she walked into the thatched hut.

Ji Xiaofu knew that her master had come down the mountain in person to clean up the sect. Although she had been favored by her master, her master was strict by nature and she didn't know how to punish her. She said to her daughter, "You play outside and don't come in."

Mo Jiang glanced at the two disciples brought by Abbess Miejue and told Yang Buhui to play with the five hunting dogs. When they weren't fighting, these guys were happy to play with the children.

I don't know if it's a habit I picked up from my time with Zhang Wuji.

Then he called Hu Qingniu and his wife over and asked them to watch the child, while subtly implying that they should take the child away from them.

If what happens next happens too close, I'm afraid I'll get caught in the crossfire and get hurt.

Mo Jiang walked to the door of the thatched hut, where Ding Minjun and Bei Jinyi stood in front of him in perfect unison. The expressions on their faces and the meaning conveyed by their hands on the hilts of their swords were quite clear.

Entry is prohibited here.

Mo Jiang didn't force his way in. Instead, he stood outside, cupped his hands in greeting, and shouted, "Master, Mo Jiang from the Wudang School requests an audience!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, revealing an impressive level of internal strength. The two Emei disciples were immediately struck by the difference in their internal strength, as such a level of internal strength was unparalleled among the younger generation of the six major sects.

"Come in."

The voice of Abbess Miejue came from inside the thatched hut, shattering Mo Jiang's voice like a thunderclap and calming his shouts.

This move directly demonstrated the foundation of his internal strength honed through thirty years of arduous training.

Upon entering the thatched hut, I saw Abbess Miejue with her back to me. "To have such internal strength at such a young age, I wonder which of the Seven Heroes of Wudang you are?"

Given Abbess Miejue's personality, she originally did not intend to let people from other sects interfere in Emei's internal affairs, but Mo Jiang happened to be using the name of the Wudang sect, and Ji Xiaofu was engaged to Yin Liting.

In her mind, this was probably because the Wudang Sect had learned about Ji Xiaofu's affair and had come to Emei to demand an explanation.

“My master is the immortal Zhang Sanfeng.”

As soon as she said this, Abbess Miejue turned around abruptly, her gaze sharp as a sword, as if she wanted to pierce her insides.

A person's name is like a tree's shadow. In the martial arts world, the name Zhang Sanfeng represents a god-like figure, an ancestral figure, and martial arts skills that dominate the world.

Abbess Miejue's gaze was piercing, trying to find even the slightest hint of lying in Mo Jiang.

But Mo Jiang was completely unaffected by Abbess Miejue's gaze and continued speaking to himself, "Some time ago, my master and I took my fifth senior brother's orphan Wuji to Kunlun to treat the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm. Along the way, my master saw that I was caring and likable, so he took me in as a student."

Zhang Zhenren did indeed leave Wudang Mountain with two people a while ago, but Abbess Miejue did not believe it. With her eyelids half-closed, she asked, "Is there any evidence?"

If someone in the martial arts world impersonates a disciple of a sect, and this becomes known, the sect will definitely send someone to arrest the person and clarify the facts.

The clarification is an answer to the outside world; as for the imposter's final fate, that's a private matter for that sect.

Not to mention that Mo Jiang claims to be a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang School. This involves the reputation of the founder, so the Seven Heroes of Wudang had to go down the mountain together to find the imposter.

However, the matter that Abbess Miejue had to deal with at this time was of great importance, involving the reputations of both the Emei and Wudang sects. Naturally, she wanted Mo Jiang to produce more direct evidence.

"excuse me!"

As soon as the word "了" was uttered, Mo Jiang shot forward like an arrow, simultaneously forming a sword with his right index and middle fingers and thrusting it towards Abbess Miejue's wrist.

Abbess Miejue neither dodged nor evaded; with a flick of her wrist, her five fingers formed a net that enveloped Mo Jiang's sword-like fingers.

The sword, pointing halfway through its trajectory, suddenly transformed into a palm, as soft and effortless as drifting snowflakes. The two palms met lightly and struck each other before Mo Jiang withdrew.

"The Thirteen Swords of Shenmen, the Wudang Cotton Palm, it seems you weren't lying."

"To have mastered two martial arts techniques at such a young age, one can expect great things in the future."

Just now, Mo Jiang used two Wudang martial arts techniques. The Thirteen Swords of Shenmen were all aimed at the Shenmen acupoint on the wrist. After the enemy was hit by the sword, his palm could no longer exert any force.

The Wudang Cotton Palm strikes without form or sound, its power adapting to any shape and penetrating everywhere. While leaving no trace where the palm strikes, it severely injures the internal organs, truly embodying the principle of "softness concealing iron, gentleness containing strength."

Abbess Miejue knew perfectly well that Mo Jiang's two moves just now could never have been used by anyone other than a Wudang disciple.

"You flatter me, nun."

After calming her thoughts, Abbess Miejue asked, "May I ask what brings your esteemed sect here?"

Upon hearing this question, Mo Jiang fell silent, his mind racing as he considered how to speak in a way that would not harm the harmony between the two factions and would also save Ji Xiaofu.

There was no other way; Zhang Sanfeng held the Emei Sect in high esteem because of Guo Xiang.

The two factions had a very good relationship, as evidenced by the marriage agreement between Ji Xiaofu and Yin Liting.

If given a choice, Mo Jiang would not want to escalate the relationship between the two factions, as that would only embarrass his teacher.

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107. The best way to tame a person: Stockholm Syndrome

Mo Jiang carefully considered the words, trying to select the least provocative phrases.

"Hmm, I wonder if the nun remembers that Miss Ji was betrothed to Sixth Senior Brother by the old hero Ji of Hanyang Golden Whip?"

Abbess Miejue was naturally aware of this matter. As Ji Xiaofu's most beloved disciple, she was entitled to inquire about her marriage.

The marriage between Yin Liting and Ji Xiaofu, broadly speaking, was a union between the Emei and Wudang sects, serving as a bridge for deeper cooperation between the two forces.

"I am aware of this matter."

Although the tone of her reply remained unchanged, Abbess Miejue's expression subtly shifted, clearly indicating that she realized the Wudang Sect, or rather, Mo Jiang, already knew something.

Some things about Ji Xiaofu.

"Do you remember the little girl who was next to Miss Ji earlier? That's her daughter."

Mo Jiang added, "I don't know much about this matter, but since it concerns Sixth Senior Brother's life, we still need to ask Miss Ji about it."

The implication is that he was not making the inquiry in his personal capacity, but rather as a disciple of the Wudang School.

The room was completely silent; no one spoke.

After a long while, Abbess Miejue said, "Xiaofu, it's your own business, you should tell us."

Ji Xiaofu choked back tears, "Master, I...I..."

Ji Xiaofu knew that today was a critical juncture and she could not hide anything, so she said:

“Master, that year, after we learned of the Eagle Sect's gathering at Panshan, you ordered the sixteen of us to descend the mountain and search for the whereabouts of Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King. I traveled west to Dashubao in western Sichuan, where I encountered a middle-aged man dressed in white, about forty years old. He followed me wherever I went. He stayed at inns where I stayed, and he ate whenever I ate. At first, I ignored him, but later I couldn't stand it anymore and rebuked him. The man spoke incoherently, and I couldn't bear it any longer, so I drew my sword to stab him. This man had no weapon on him, but his martial arts were extremely high. In just a few moves, he disarmed me.”

I was terrified and fled. The man didn't pursue me. The next morning, I woke up in my room and found my longsword lying safely beside my pillow. I was shocked. When I left the inn, I saw that the man had followed me again. I knew it was pointless to fight him, so I pleaded with him politely, saying that we were strangers, and besides, men and women should be different. What was his purpose in following me? I added that although my martial arts were inferior to his, the Emei Sect was not to be trifled with.

The disciple tried every possible way to avoid him, but could not shake him off and was finally captured. Alas, the disciple is unfortunate to have encountered this karmic debt from a past life…