Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 326|The robbery is here

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Mo Lei opened his eyes abruptly and woke up from the false sleepy sleep.

He stretched out slightly, and without seeing any movements, he flipped gently behind the pile of debris.

This is an old house at the end of a remote roadway. There is even a big hole in the roof, and the old windows and doors creak as the wind blows.

The name of the rebellious ghost is widely circulated. Huaxian really became an empty city, and even the beggars fled for their lives.

The 50,000 army of the Heavenly Consecrated King entered Huaxian County and grabbed large and beautiful houses one after another. They didn't bother to take a look at a house like this, let alone come in.

Originally, the Heavenly Consecrated King should restrain the army and only let the people of the Holy Lotus Altar station in Hua County. Unfortunately, morale has plummeted and needs to be repaired. Now that it is confirmed that there are no traps in the city, there are not so many scruples. The movement of breaking into the house lasted for a while, and even caused a scramble, but it soon subsided.

The real good things should be tribute to the Holy Lotus Altar. There are everything else in the city. If you don’t have it, go to the next store to grab it.

The night is dark, and everything is silent.

The bladeless knife slid from its sleeve into his hand, and Moli looked towards the door calmly.

After a while, people outside actively exposed their whereabouts--

Su Li came in dejectedly.

"How did you find out?"

The knife man was puzzled.

When a killer is found, he is not far from death. The ink carp was clearly still resting. Su Li didn't have a murderous intent on his body, and he had used ten percent of the sneaking skills. After all, Su Li was not sure that he could find the ink carp, but it was more likely to meet the master of the holy lotus altar, and he was not cautious No way.

Who had just discovered that it was a black carp, I was so happy, before he had time to give birth to other ideas, the other party found out.

Su Li was dumbfounded.

Did he never kill people in the past? Didn't he meet a real master? In fact, he is not a competent killer at all? Why do you always stumble after going out of the mountain this time?

Naturally, Moli will not explain that he is staying in a place that is not safe enough, and he is prepared for twelve minutes. It seems to be sleepy, but he is always paying attention to the subtle changes in the nearby breath. No matter how good Su Li hides, he avoids Do not open the aura of the investigation.

It's just that Moli was surprised when he saw Su Li, how could he meet him here?

Immediately he woke up: "Are you here to assassinate the Heavenly Grant King?"

"Kill, you didn't kill it."

Su Li picked up an intact stool in the room and sat down, his face was so black that he felt like charcoal.

Mo Lei didn't understand what it meant by not killing right at first, but fortunately, he remembered the rumor that mortals could not see the true face of Ziwei Xingjun wearing a mask all day long.

"There is a substitute for the Tianshou King?"

"...Compared to this, I suspect that there is no such person as the Heavenly Consecrated King at all." The swordsman said dully.

Mo Li was taken aback, and instinctively retorted: "This is impossible."

According to the information collected by Fengxing Pavilion and the news he heard from Master Li in Zhushan County, this rebellious army who pretended to be deceived and deceived the people has developed in Yizhou for a long time and has a deep roots, although it has been named as the king of Tianshou. It's only in recent years, but that's a wing. I can't wait to try to find the original wonderful rivers and mountains.

The King of Tianshou is a flag, and Monarch Purple Star is a layer of gilding forced by the Holy Lotus Altar. Before the Holy Lotus Altar and the King of Tianshou became embarrassed, this Yizhou adversary had a lot of climate. It's just that the sky is far away, coupled with the strength of Xuanchuan Pass, and the rebellion cannot affect other places, so not so many people know it.

The holy lotus altar is embroidered on the brocade. It is the pot of oil poured on the fire, which fuels the arrogance of the King of Heaven.

"Although I don't understand the art of war, I can see the army advance and retreat from the front of the city. It seems to be a trend." Moli frowned, recalling, "Even if there is chaos for a while, it can be stable. Most of the incompetent people do not have this ability. Especially the higher the martial arts, the more difficult it is to learn the power of the army. The Holy Lotus Altar does not seem to have completely mastered the rebellion."

Swordsman: "..."

Mo Lei asked inexplicably: "How do you see me doing this?"

The gaze was hard to express, as if the straw that had been stuffed in one's mouth couldn't be vomited out.

"I don't think you are Doctor Mo, but Meng Guoshi." Su Li said blankly.

Who is Doctor Mo? He is a genius doctor who chases him for hundreds of miles around the mountain and asks him if he wants to treat his illness (a major mistake). I heard that two people will become more and more alike after being together. Is this the truth? Then he will be able to touch the pinnacle of profound martial arts with his own sword for a lifetime.

"..."

Moli rubbed his forehead. He was not interested in the formation of troops, but after he left Qimao Mountain, he suffered a series of changes, everything he saw and heard, plus Meng Qi's constant chanting in his ears. After a long time, is it weird to be touched by ears and eyes?

Dragon veins are not static.

Furthermore, this is half a bottle of water. He has gained insight and does not understand the Six Secrets of Martial Arts.

"We really know very little about King Tianshou. Yizhou has not been informed for a long time. We can only know the past on the bright side. Even the fact that the King Tianshou often wears a purple and gold mask is what you said at the beginning. In the old days, Xiliang People and Tianshou Wang also came to visit, what secret information do you know?"

Faced with Moli's questioning, Su Li said bitterly without saying a word.

——Indulge in swordsmanship and martial arts, if you don’t take Wu Wang’s six hundred gold and think you’re about to go out to work, who cares what kind of stuff the Tianshou Wang is?

"Sacred Lotus Altar Master Luo has a very good position in the rebellious army, or kill him?"

Su Li tried to suggest, Moli had to ask: "How is this Luojiao master's martial arts?"

The knife guy blinked and didn't answer.

His not speaking is the best answer, which means that he is not sure, and the martial arts may not be under the hat.

This aroused Mo Lei's fighting spirit.

Su Li raised his eyes sharply: "You shouldn't leave a knife mark on the wall."

Mo Lei knows nothing about Guru Luo, but the other party can see Mo Lei's martial arts through the marks of a knife.

"Why don't I go and give you a head start." Su Li held the knife, as if waiting for Moli to say something.

Mo Lei saw him through at a glance, and said in doubt: "Do you suspect that there is another master in the Holy Lotus Altar, let me take the battle for you?"

As a result, the swordsman was stunned, and it took a long time to say: "No wonder I always look forward and backward. It turns out that I not only feel that Lord Luo is dangerous, but also for this reason."

Moli: "..."

What is this, killer instinct?

"Actually, there are countless masters in the Holy Lotus Altar. Today, the **** five elders are also the people who have a reputation in the rivers and lakes, but I don't care about these people." Su Li stroked the scabbard. Word by word solemnly said, "They are hindrances, but they will not affect the result. The person I want to kill has not failed. It must be my sword that is alive and aware of something."

The ink carp involuntarily looked at Su Li's sabre, and Fu Er thought that this person still believes that the sword has the spirit to protect the lord!

"I left the knife marks to prevent the Tianshou Wang army from continuing to march, and trip them in Huaxian, so that the people who fled from the city can have an extra day and night."

Mo Lei settled down and said calmly, "Although the sword technique that has been tried by others may fail, if you are afraid of failure, it is better to leave early and not drip into this muddy water. We practice martial arts for the sake of understanding. The heart is determined, the sword is my path. It can save the world and save people, and it can also eradicate evil. How can you be afraid of being seen through? Can be seen through, that is, martial arts has not yet reached the state of transformation, and cannot be invisible and impermanent. Besides, I am not. One person."

There is Meng Qi behind him.

After trying to figure out what is the use of Moli's knife, is it easy for Meng Qi to deal with it?

Su Li heard this with awe, and felt so convinced, but was choked to death by the last sentence, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Moli faintly.

"Doctor Yimo, how should we act?"

"The assassination is after, first find out the details of the Heavenly Consecrated King and the Holy Lotus Altar, have you gone there for the grain and grass?"

"I was about to inform that the place was tightly staffed, and there were a lot of holy lotus altars. There are even the guardian saints and others to look after the house, otherwise I really want to set a fire directly." Su Li was bored. Said dully, "It is not difficult to kill these people, but when they die, they will immediately alarm Master Luo. The Holy Lotus Altar has a unique method of communication, unless I do nothing tonight, specifically kill people, and catch those little things. The soldiers without martial arts and ordinary sacred lotus altar cultivators killed them so that they died silently. Such a tent by tent killed him, how could he kill thousands of people at dawn."

Moli: "..."

Su Li came up with an idea, staring at the ink carp and asked: "Does the doctor know what good medicine is? Poison is also OK, half of the tens of thousands of army will fall."

"If you want to pour so many people out, you may not be able to search the entire Huaxian drug store." Mo Li shook his head, suddenly felt that the person here shouldn't be him, it should be Xue Lingjun, the ghost of the past years The reputation of the poisonous eagle is not blown out.

"Really not?" Su Li was reluctant to give up such a good idea.

Moli thought for a while, and hesitated: "There is a medicine that is easy to find. It is owned by the Southern Real Estate and is used by the people to kill rats. The medicine shop is afraid of murder, so the medicine powder usually sold is mixed with other things. , So the medicine is not dead, but it is very toxic and can make people lose resistance."

"What is it?"

"Maqianzi." Moli paused, then shook his head, "This is not feasible, the weight of the medicine is second, how do you let those people eat it? The medicine powder is dissolved in water, not colorless, steamed buns The dry food was prepared long ago, and there was no fire tonight. The people of Huaxian fled a lot and left a lot of things. It is estimated that they will not open fire tomorrow."

Su Li meditated: "Regardless of the soldiers, can you solve the rebellious generals and some of the masters of the lotus altar?"

"Maqianzi has a big poison, and if you take it too much, you will die. There is the secret medicine of the palace called Qiji, which is this poison." Moli is very embarrassed. The Qiji is powerful but he can't make poison. If it is the medicinal materials processed by the drugstore, the masters of the body and internal strength can barely resist it.

Moli had to directly dispel Su Li's thoughts: "There are many drugs in the world, which can poison a lot of people, but the amount is not enough and there is no way to poison it in such a short period of time. It is too troublesome, or even worse. You kill directly."

The swordsman lowered his eyes, and he could only trust his own sword.

He sighed, and when he was about to step out, he suddenly noticed that Moli's face changed, as if he was lost in confusion.

"Doctor Mo?"

"It's nothing...I'm just thinking, Xuanchuan Pass is lost, is it because of poison?"

Mo Li was worried, he didn't expect Meng Qi to face such a difficult situation.

Su Li took a while and asked blankly, "Didn't you just say that there is no possibility of poisoning?"

Mo Li muttered in a daze: "There is no time and no opportunity. If all these heavenly conferred kings are all available, will he still have an internal response in the end?"

Su Li was stunned.

***

There is no light, no fragrance.

The monk walked with his head down, stacking firewood and hay around Master Yuanzhi one by one, and the flames slowly rose.

In the wilderness, cliffs and cliffs, the roar of wild beasts can be heard in the distance.

The thick smoke drifted slowly, reflecting the faint morning light in the east, blending with the autumn mist in the mountains and forests.

Even though I have read the Reborn Sutra ten times and Western bliss a hundred times, I can't help but weep in sorrow and tears.

——This world is too bitter, but the turbidity is endless. How to teach people how to break it?

Yan Cen knelt on the ground, his eyes blank, and his mind seemed to disappear into nothingness with the burning of flames.

The girl from the Ning family stood by the arm of the old servant. She was about seven or eight years old, and she was able to understand things, with a trace of panic in her expression. She looked at the flames and looked in the direction of Xuanchuan Pass. Suddenly burst into tears.

This cry recalled Yan Cen’s mentality. He trembled and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault. If I don't take the road outside, I will bring Master Meng back soon..."

Meng Qi held down his shoulder to stop him from continuing.

Master Yuanzhi has been deeply poisoned, and there is no way to return to the sky, and it is useless for a moment in the morning.

"Who is the internal response, and how did he poison it?"

Meng Qi still has doubts in his heart. The drag machine is very poisonous but the entrance is bitter, it is difficult to drink by mistake. Although it is a well-known palace poison in the past dynasties, it is not used to poison, but to give death.

Because of the terrible death, it is also very painful at the time of death, and it is not easy to use. If there is no great feud, the king has never hated someone and would not choose this kind of poison.

——If Emperor Chu Yuan used this kind of poison when he killed the hero, Meng Qi would rush back and kill Li Yuanze even if he had any scruples.

Leaving a machine is more than death, it is equivalent to a torture.

Especially for the inner masters who have a long breath and will not die easily, the poisonous hair causes the meridians to be abolished, and it is painful to live, which is comparable to the long torture of purgatory.

"Tell me." Meng Qi showed killing intent on his face.

Yan Cen turned his head stubbornly and smiled sadly: "Die, they died that day. If stupidity is an evil in the world, it can create boundless karma, and even the Dharma of the world will not be cleansed."

Meng Qi had a premonition of uncertainty.

Sure enough, the old servant holding the girl next to him scolded angrily: "It's a group of blind and heartbroken guys. They don't have the face to see their dead brothers and heirs in the underworld. They killed General Ning, they killed Everyone!"

The old servant has a sharp voice, as if to vent the pain in his heart.

The eye sockets of the crowd were red, and one of them knelt down and cried: "I can't bear it anymore. My uncle is also blind and stupid. I have no face to live on."

"What did you say, Hu Lang?"

"I... my uncle didn't allow me to be called into the barrier, and he became angry with the boss. I didn't listen to him... but he knocked me out and hid in the cellar when I was unprepared. When I came out, Everything is too late."

The man's eyes were splitting, and he shouted at everyone, "Kill me, you kill me!"

Meng Qi stopped in time, lifted the man who was screaming frantically with one hand, patted him at Baihui acupoint, and the gentle internal strength was like a basin of cold water poured down, so that the other party instantly calmed down.

"Your uncle is an internal response? Why does he do an internal response?"

"I don't know... I really don't know, no, I know." The man said incoherently, and finally cried, "They listened to the bewitching!"

Meng Qi looked around the people, and the monks of Baoxiang Temple took the lead and said: "After the poisoning, the uncles and uncles immediately noticed something wrong, and the poison was in the food and pickles. Some of our brothers were delayed because of things. Some of them were enlightening martial arts, and the poor monks were ashamed and felt that the pickles were too strong, so they did not eat them."

The Xuanchuan Pass has been short of food these years. After Emperor Yongchen became the throne, he has improved a lot, but the steamed buns are a bit bitter and the pickles are too salty. From soldiers to ascetics, they will not be picky.

"The Adversary Army shared two kinds of poisons. In detail, they should be of the same type. Only one of them is relatively low in toxicity. It is lowered in the water source or the tank of the house. The soldiers in the gate have abdominal pain and convulsions and are unable to get up." The monk was full of grief. Said, "The second one was soaked in pickled vegetables, which was specially given to the Ning family and our monks. It was very poisonous and had an acute attack. The Ning family was full of families, and only this spoiled picky girl escaped. The old general Ning and the staff and deputy generals who were discussing military affairs almost all died of poison, and very few survivors. Realizing that it was poison, our brothers immediately took water and tried to use green beans to get rid of it. Unexpectedly, the water is also poisonous. Many people So die..."

Green pea is a kind of five-grain sunn, and it is also a folk detoxification earthwork, which can be decocted with water.

Meng Qi slowly closed his eyes, as if seeing the chaos and misery of Xuanchuan Pass that day.

"Junior Brother Yan always avoids people and refuses to share meals with others. He only ate cold steamed buns and the poison was not deep. After the incident, he made a decisive punch. He punched his abdomen and vomited blood. He rushed to it. The house arrested people for questioning... Although those people did not take advantage of the chaos to open the city gate, the King of Heaven still blasted the wall with the gunpowder from Pilitang."

The monk couldn't say anything anymore, and he failed to recite a Buddha's name three times.

Watching Xuanchuan Pass fall, how many people can be killed even if there is no poisoning?

What's more, there are people who want to save, and they have to face the many masters of the Holy Lotus Altar.

"Several masters retreated into the dark tunnels to protect more people who were not poisoned, and died under a chaotic sword." Yan Cen trembled all over, stood up and snatched the soldier named Tiger Lang from Meng Qi's hands. Yelled, "They are not from Xuanchuan Pass. Bingge had nothing to do with the Baoxiang Temple monks. Why did they die? Why should they pay the price for the stupid thoughts of those stupid people?"

Horang once again collapsed and mumbled to kill him.

Yan Cen lost the people and fell to his knees, crying: "They were there to protect these people. They didn't want the Xuanchuan Pass to fall, and they didn't want the Central Plains Jiangnan Bingxiu. What did these people do?" /

Meng Qi looked down, and in these incoherent sentences, slowly pieced together a tragic truth.

Those who were convinced by thousands of soldiers in Xuanchuan Pass, Hu Lang's folks, and the people who do some chores in the army, such as washing and cooking, betrayed.

"Old General Ning pityed the people who were alone and helpless, pitying them without food and clothing, but they have raised so many silly ghosts!" Yan Cen patted deep marks on the ground with one hand.

"Not all people are responding, Yan Cen, calm down." Seeing that the head of the monk is not good, he quickly said: "Junior Brother Yan, you are so angry and out of control, do you have to live up to Master Yuanzhi Wish?"

Yan Cen took a deep breath, calmed down, and said nonchalantly: "I found the room, and they also argued that medicine is not dead, and they don't know how poisonous the pickles are. These years, Qi Chao didn't ask Ning's life or death. The Xuanchuan Pass was too difficult to guard, and the dead soldiers could not be supplemented. The imperial court pushed it to the prefecture and the prefecture to the county government. In the end, it fell to the poorest counties in the vicinity, and the corvee became a levy. Although the old general Ning There are not many recruits to govern the army and defend against the enemy. The main soldiers in Xuanchuan Pass are the soldiers brought by the Northern Xinjiang, but the soldiers are not enough, and the people who die are often recruited. No matter how hard they train, they are no better than the soldiers from the Northern Xinjiang..."

So the Tianshou King confuses people, and reminds the people of Chen Chao's battle with the southwest chieftain, and how many people have died in Xuanchuan Pass over the years.

"The Ning family can keep it, Xuanchuan Pass will continue to recruit soldiers, and their father, brother and son will die! This Xiong Pass has been lost, and the Tianshou King went to Central Plains to burn, kill, and loot. What does it have to do with them? Firecrackers must be set off to celebrate. Without this barrier, they would not be called to death by the government. What they think is that simple, how ridiculous! How sad!"

Yan Cen couldn't control himself, his unrefined internal force was tumbling, his eyes were crimson, and blue veins protruded.

Meng Qi clicked his acupuncture point in the air, Yan Cen fell to the ground, tears on his face.

The Buddha said that the turbidity is the fate of the world, or the fate of the human heart?

Meng Qi looked at the extinguishing fire, suppressing the internal force that fluctuated with the disorder, and secretly said that he could not get sick again. Now there is no ink carp or Ningshen pill.