Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 32|Xinlong Desheng

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"What happened?"

The smell of blood is so heavy that more than one person is definitely dead.

Moli found traces of swords on the walls of nearby houses, rotten vegetable leaves and some blood-stained stones on the ground.

Meng Qi suddenly said: "There are people here."

As he said, he walked to a house with damaged doors and windows and opened a pile of debris. Inside, there was a man dressed as a servant.

Mo Li looked over and found that this man was covered with shoe prints and blood on his mouth.

"He was hit several times, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely injured." Moli directly poured a spirit of energy into this man, and the latter moved his eyelids, followed by coughing up blood.

Meng Qi doesn't know medical skills, but people who know martial arts know some treatments for trauma and internal injuries. Looking at the appearance of this young man, it is obviously not good.

"Who are you, why are you here, what happened to Qinghu Town?"

Moli lost another aura to relieve the pain of the opponent.

The young man's face was pale and trembling, and his face was suddenly full of tears.

Death is a very mysterious state. Sometimes even if the doctor doesn't say it, I can feel that it is coming.

No one wants to die.

The little boy shed tears, affecting the injury, and the pain made his eyes black.

"...I don't want to come...I said I can't come..."

He chanted these two sentences over and over again, both remorse and resentment.

Moli winked at Meng Qi, who knew it, and went to Ziwei Xingjun Temple to check the situation.

At this time, Xiao Si finally recovered. He grabbed Mo Li's hand and said with certainty: "You are not from Qinghu Town!"

Mo Lei nodded, and then he heard the young man intermittently repeat what had just happened.

Qinghu Town used to be very lively. It was the largest town nearby. There were many shops and the people in the town were very wealthy. But the good times didn't last long. Ten years ago, the government imposed heavy taxes on the merchants here. The merchant found that it was unprofitable, so he slowly left, leaving only some old shops that have been in Qinghu Town for generations and are still operating.

Because the tax is too heavy, things sold in Qinghu Town are always more expensive than other places.

Over time, resentment grows.

The young man can’t understand that it is the government that levies heavy taxes. This is something that everyone knows. They all watched Qinghu Town’s decline with their own eyes. Why do the townsfolk hate the merchants together? Shouldn't things have a source? Why don't these people talk about the reason, they only see the money that the shop has overcharged, but they don't want the money to go to?

The shopkeeper often sighed, saying that if you change the term of Pingzhou Fujun, maybe the day will be better.

However, they can never wait for a better day.

Two years ago, the people from the Holy Lotus Altar came to preach, and at first they just said some babbling things to give the town people some small favors. Suddenly one day, he took the townspeople and smashed all the shops in a street, looting the goods.

"...The shopkeeper is dead, and I was lucky enough to escape." The little boy burst into tears and said, "It's not enough for them to kill people, so they went to the shopkeeper's home and killed all of them. , Said to find ill-gotten wealth. The shopkeeper is kind to others throughout his life, and even if he encounters beggars, he has to give alms. Although there is some surplus wealth in the family, it is saved by ancestors in Kaibuzhuang in Qinghu Town for generations. Since the government has raised taxes and goods, Although the price is high, the tax for a piece of cloth is more than ten wen... I earn a lot less than before. If it were not for the ancestral business, I would not do this long ago. I did not expect...I will go The county newspaper officer, unexpectedly, was ignored. Later, I desperately asked, and a county government officer told me that the martial arts of the sacred lotus altar incense master here is very powerful, they can’t come to die..."

He has said this long string of words, and he is already out of energy.

At this time, Meng Qi came back and said to Moli: "A group of people from the rivers and lakes entered Qinghu Town, preparing to punish and punish evil. As a result, their strength was inadequate, and most of them were killed or injured. In front of MSI Temple. The Holy Lotus Altar gathered all the people in the town and prepared to burn them there."

When Xiao Si listened, he was struggling to get up, and Mo Li quickly held him down.

"They are not heroes..." The young man gasped and said bitterly, "They don't know where they heard about Qinghu Town... Find me and say they want to help the shopkeeper avenge... Forced Come here, don’t listen to what I say."

Thinking that he was about to die, the young man could not care about anything anymore and scolded.

It's just that his voice is getting lower and lower, seeing that he can't catch a breath, black blood is constantly flowing out of the corner of his mouth, and his whole body is convulsing.

Mo Lei lowered his eyes, and the palm of his hand covering the heart of the young man shook slightly.

The young man was silent immediately.

Mo Lei took a broken reed mat from the debris and covered his body.

Moli slowly straightened up, and the wind passed through the broken doors and windows, making the house full of chill.

"...This is how the world is today, doctor."

Meng Qi stood behind Mo Li, with murderous intent in his eyes, and a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Those who want to live can't live, except for those who make trouble, there are fools who blindly anger, want to help justice A hero who has no brains. What if the entire Qinghu Town is killed completely? If you want to solve it completely, you can only change this world."

Doctor Mo was silent for a while, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "So you help Li Yuanze to settle the world and create a prosperous world?"

Meng Qi was stunned when he heard the words, he began to be in a trance, there seemed to be a voice rumbling in his head.

"Only the people have no worries, the road to the road, the world is the public, and the foundation is the foundation of the prosperous age..."

Who did he say this to?

The person's face is vague, but he is standing in front of him, as if there are many people around him.

They stood side by side, together with the man, toasting to the day of rising.

"Vow to town the frontiers, calm Xiliang, pirate pirates, eliminate treacherous evils, and return the world to a bright future!"

"Wish to establish a heart for the heavens and the earth, to establish a life for the living and the people, to continue the sacred learning, and to create peace for all generations!"

Meng Qi was trembling uncontrollably, his eyes turned black, and he couldn't stand up, holding on to the wall with one hand.

The fingers were so hard that they plunged deeply into the masonry.

Seeing that the situation is not good, Moli quickly grabbed Meng Qi's wrist, but the latter did not refuse, and let Moli input spiritual energy to regulate the chaotic inner breath.

Mo Li said that sentence only because of feelings. He also wanted to understand something, but he didn't expect to trigger Meng Qi's illness.

Meng Qi's eyes were red, and his mind was broken.

It's just that this time he didn't shout to kill, but muttered something in a low voice.

Doctor Mo leaned closer to listen.

"...'The old and the old and the old, the young and the young and the young, the world can be transported in the palm of the hand.' It's so ridiculous, you were born as human beings, the books written by your sages, I Believe it, and encourage each other, but in the end, it is nothing but nothing.

"Why does the king say that there is profit, and there is benevolence and righteousness... How ironic, he established imperial power for ten years, ruled the world for fifteen years, and then fifteen years of prosperous age, the world is peaceful, but Li Yuanze has only his family and one surname left Benefit, forget what is righteousness.

"If you want to rule the world peacefully, in today's world, don't you have me? Haha, who don't you?"

Meng Qi's eyebrows are full of hostility, and the wild inner breath is like a huge wave on the sea. Mo Carp's hands are forcibly shaken open, but fortunately, his eyes are quick and his hands are quick, and he grabs it again.

Only then did Meng Qi "see" the ink carp.

He slowly pulled away the palm of his hand that he had plunged into the wall, and the internal force flowing out of his fingertips destroyed a layer of masonry.

"Meng Qi!"

Moli tried to wake up the person in front of him, but he couldn't get his hands to take Ningshen Pill, so he could only entangle the opponent tightly.

Meng Qi didn't mean to break free. He was in a daze for a while, and his internal breath became more and more disordered. The ink carp was about to be unable to hold him down. When he was sweating profusely, he suddenly heard Meng Qi whisper:

"I failed to kill him..."

"Meng Qi?"

"...Li Yuanze lied to me. As soon as I left Taijing, he took advantage of his hand. Jingyuanhou left me a letter, if the emperor dies, what will the Chu Dynasty do? What will the world do? The veterans acted, and the other emperors who have not changed can still be regarded as the Mingjun of the people of all surnames? They said, count."

Meng Qi laughed, his laughter distorted, and he broke the wall as soon as he raised his hand.

Mo Li was shaken, he knew what happened afterwards, and Qin Lu taught him to speak clearly when he was studying history.

Emperor Chu Yuan treated the people graciously, and he repeatedly exercised benevolent governance during his 30 years in power. He worked hard to govern throughout his life, and he was supported by good ministers and generals. It was originally a story of the eternal age that the emperor and his ministers met each other, but when he was old, the Chu Yuan emperor suddenly became faint, fearing that the power would fall away after his death, and he would kill the three males and nine princes in succession, causing the people in the dynasty to panic.

When Emperor Chu Yuan died, the successor Chu Ling emperor couldn't control the officials at all, so he promoted the young officials aggressively to fight against the original officials in the DPRK. The two factions fought each other, and they were in a quarrel.

Young courtiers are inexperienced and unskilled, so they can only rely on the emperor’s favor.

The more you fight, the more the emperor and his officials will be distracted. Of course, there are young officials who are loyal to the emperor, but more of them are ambitious and profit-seeking villains.

In the end, the two factions produced bitter results. The Emperor Chu Ling believed in a person who shouldn't be trusted, and constantly gave him military power and promoted him to fight against the old division of Jingyuan Hou's lineage, that is, General Lu Zhang.

In a palace change, the corpses of the Chu Dynasty's clan were all over the place, and courtiers who refused to surrender were also beheaded, killing Taijing blood.

Qi was established in the dynasty of Chu, and the wealthy family and officials surrendered on the surface, but in reality the power was against the yin; the three kings of the Chu dynasty, whose fiefs were in the south, set up their banners to defeat Lu Zhang, but they did not want to restore the country, but only fought for the orthodox name.

The scene of the prosperous age has vanished in a blink of an eye.

"The first mistake I made was that I didn't kill Li Yuanze, and the second mistake was that I left in a hurry and didn't stay in the court..."

"It's useless for you to kill him, Li Yuanze has done it! It's useless for you to stay, and the hearts of the people are uncontrollable. How can it be changed by one more person and one less person?"

Although Mo Li feels that if he is Meng Qi, he can't let go of it, and even worse than Meng Qi, but now Meng Qi's situation is not right, he can only scold him, hoping that he can wake up.

However, little effect was achieved. Doctor Mo's arm numb and he took three steps back and forth. When he stabilized his figure, he could only see Meng Qi's back.

"Boom!"

The well at the entrance of the street was destroyed, and water spewed out.

Meng Qi couldn't discern the direction, and several potholes were smashed along the ruins.

"Meng Qi!" Moli stopped in front of him, and the latter paused, and then was sprayed straight by the water.

"..."

Meng Qi, who turned into Luotangji, blinked: "Doctor, what's wrong with me?"

Mo Lei looked at the water that filled the hole, and suddenly got an idea.

At this time, the incense owner of the holy lotus altar is telling his men to collect firewood and pile it at the feet of the people from the rivers and lakes.

"Evil, you can't die!" The young man was still cursing with blood flowing over his face.

The companions around him were different. He fainted and didn't say anything. The sober people sneered again and again.

"Luo Bin! In vain, you usually brag about how good your swordsmanship is, but you can't even match the lord of the holy lotus altar incense?"

"Those who deceive the world and steal names!"

The young man named Luo Bin was very angry when he heard that, but when he thought that he would lose with one move, he couldn't help but wonder, is his martial arts really ordinary? Could it be that the jianghu swordsmen he defeated before were all in vain?

The sacred lotus altar incense master was very disdainful when he heard these people scold each other. He picked up Luo Bin's sword, took a closer look, and smiled gloomily: "Jin Fengjian, originally the heir of the Qingcheng School of the Golden Sword, is really the enemy of Luzhai."

Luo Bin stayed for a while, only then did he see the blue mole on the forehead of the incense master.

This sacred lotus altar incense master has a white face, but the blue mole on his forehead is very abrupt.

"You, you are... the green-faced ghost venerable of the Hall of Gentlemen!" Luo Bin was shocked, blurting out, "The Hall of Gentlemen was destroyed for many years, so you are hiding here!"

The incense lord directly threw the long sword aside, grabbed Luo Bin’s hair, and said with a strange smile: "Yes, go incognito and seek refuge in the holy lotus altar, just to be a small incense lord in order to be unobtrusive. This is not the case. There is always a knight like you who hears that he is just a fragrant master, so he hurried over to die?"

After speaking, he slapped Luo Bin's dantian, and the latter vomited blood.

The incense master grabbed Luo Bin's wrist, unscrupulously absorbing the broken internal force.

"You disciples who are well-known and decent, one generation is inferior to one generation, and the foundation is very frivolous."

The incense master sucked up Luo Bin's internal strength and threw him on the wood. It seemed that it was not enough, and he looked at the others.

The people who came with Luo Bin were all trembling, lest the demon do anything to himself.

However, the incense owner looked down on them, turned and walked up the steps, and said to the townspeople: "They kill people in the town, and they have to pay ten times! Those who have had their hands and feet chopped off their hands and feet with a knife. Duan, if you have a deceased at home, you can divide the corpse. There is a real dragon under the constellation of Purple Star King. The dragon lives in the lake outside the town. This is the Fuze of Qinghu Town!"

The townspeople became excited. The incense owner said that Qinghu Town is different.

The dragon belongs to water, and water is the source of wealth. Qinghu Town was originally so rich, and it was all officials and profiteers who were responsible for ruining the Fuze of this place!

"Kill them, burn them! Get rid of the ominous ghosts!"

Those townspeople who had "died from illness" in their families screamed loudly, and their eyes were full of hatred.

The incense master waved his hand leisurely, his voice is not high, but everyone can hear: "The purple star is here, the one who believes in the dragon will live, and the one who rebels will die..."

The ground shook suddenly, and he paused vigilantly and looked around.

The feelings of the townspeople were so exciting, but they couldn't find it.

"The incense lord?" The Holy Lotus Altar Cult asked suspiciously.

At this time, there was a flurry of fly ash not far away, mixed with bricks and rocks, as if someone was demolishing the house.

"What's the matter?" Xiangzhu frowned and asked, and he quickly thought of two strange people who appeared in the morning.

The cultists of the Holy Lotus Altar didn't have time to check the situation, they saw the whirlwind of flying sand and rocks moving from east to west at a very fast speed, passing half a circle in their vision in a blink of an eye.

"My house!" At the moment, some townspeople screamed and wanted to go back.

I heard a rumbling sound in my ears, as if there was a constant stream of water.

The incense lord's expression changed drastically, and he jumped into the sky without saying a word, ready to flee for his life.

He was good at light work, and he was on the edge of the crowd in a blink of an eye. When the temple was built, many houses were demolished, and many empty houses were requisitioned around, so that the townspeople could live and stay together. After the epidemic broke out, they were allowed to go home separately. Now these houses are all gone, and the ground is sinking into holes.

In the smoke and dust, someone faintly slapped a palm, destroying the house and the ground like a decay.

Water is constantly gushing out of the pothole.

The incense master didn't dare to look again, and was about to run for his life on the few remaining houses, but met Moli in front of him.

"Go away!" The incense master was furious.

Mo Li didn't answer, and the two hurriedly made a palm to each other. The Xiang Master felt the blood surge in his chest and flew out staggeringly.

An extra layer of weird cyan is added to the palm of Moli.

The incense master is shocked. Who is this person and how can he have such a deep inner strength? Seeing the difference in the hands of the ink carp, he suddenly laughed: "Junior is looking for death! Let you taste the taste of bone poison!"

Mo Lei shook his hand, and chased him like no one else.

The incense master was horrified and couldn't understand what was going on. He hurriedly ran away with his internal injuries, and was caught up by Moli within a short while.

He threw a hidden weapon and was avoided by the ink carp.

He drew the poisoned knife and used his housekeeping skills, but in less than ten rounds, the ink carp twisted his wrist and fell heavily into the ruins.

Mo Li didn't give him another chance to struggle, and directly smashed the incense master's Dantian Qihai with a palm, and abolished his martial arts.

Chairman Xiang paused, wrinkles on his face suddenly appeared, and he looked twenty years old.

Mo Lei picked up the person and jumped to the roof of the house, avoiding the area where Meng Qi demolished the house, and went straight to the temple.

"Boom."

The incense master was thrown in front of the pile of people. He vomited blood and didn't get up for a long time.

The congregation of the Holy Lotus Altar and the townspeople were first frightened by the surrounding movement, and then saw that the incense master blessed by Xingjun was thrown back half-dead. Even though they were angry, they could not bear to face the ink carp falling from the sky. Stayed a step back.

They couldn’t walk if they wanted to, because the temple was surrounded by potholes, the underground undercurrents were hewn out, the water level skyrocketed, and the entire Purple Star Monarch Temple seemed to become an isolated island, unless it was like the incense lord or the stranger. God can fly like that, otherwise you can't get past it.

The townspeople were terrified, but Luo Bin and others were overjoyed.

"Senior, help!"

"The holy lotus altar has a lot of life, and the townspeople here are bewitched by it, and they will die!"

Luo Bin struggled up, pointed at the incense master, and said with an expression of grief: "This man is the remnant of the Youtumen many years ago. He went to the sacred lotus altar to continue to harm the people and lure people from the righteous martial arts to take the bait and take the opportunity to suck. Internal force..."

"Where is the man you brought to Qinghu Town?" Mo Li interrupted him.

Luo Bin was taken aback for a moment, looked at his companion, as if remembering that little boy, suddenly said angrily: "That little boy must have ran away when the situation is bad. I waited for a good intention to avenge him, but he Don't appreciate it!"

Mo Li looked at him steadily, and reminded him quickly and unhurriedly: "Did he tell you that the martial arts master of the sacred lotus altar here is so powerful that the townspeople believe in him and cannot directly come in and die. , At least have to explore it?"

Luo Bin and others were immediately stagnated, and it took a long time for someone to say: "He is greedy for life and afraid of death...How can he believe what he said?"

"What about you now?" Mo Li didn't untie them, so he looked down and asked.

Luo Bin was full of resentment because of the abolishment of martial arts. Now that Moli said that it was his fault for the disaster, his face suddenly became unstrained.

"I am a direct disciple of the Golden Sword Real Men of the Qingcheng Sect. I have been ordered by my teacher to go down the mountain to punish evil and eliminate violence. Who are you?"

Mo Li looked at him, thoughtfully: "Since your martial arts have also been abolished, it's just right."

Meng Qi, who was also learning to be mad after speaking, raised his palm and injected ten percent of his internal strength, directly blasting a hole in front of the temple gate. Then he lifted the incense master with one hand, and Luo Bin with the other, loosened the rope of the latter and threw them all into the hole.

"Fight." Mo Li said lightly, as if letting go of whoever wins.

The incense lord is still thinking about the origin of the ink carp, and Luo Bin can't wait to tear the incense lord, and rushes up with a wild roar.

The martial arts is abolished, and the tricks will continue.

The two scrambled into a ball, the pothole was narrow, and it was rolling in mud and no image.

Mo Li turned his head to look at the townspeople, their eyes were full of hostility.

Suddenly, the Sacred Lotus Altar cultists called out for blessing, Lord Ziweixing, holding Luo Bin's sharp sword, they rushed up, and the townspeople also swung their swords and swarmed them.

This is the case with these people, even if they are a little afraid, but when they gather together, and another leader rushes over, they are not afraid of anything at once. It's not that I'm not afraid of death, but I don't believe that I will die at all, or that others can kill them all.

Since I will not die, of course someone else will die.

Mo Lei raised his hand and was about to lift them all out, but someone did it for him.

The congregation of the Holy Lotus Altar and the townsfolk fell to the ground at random.

A person stood on the roof of the main hall of Xingjun Temple, with his long hair rising in the wind, his face compelling, like a god.

"It is Mr. Ziwei Xing, it must be Mr. Xing!"

"Water is a dragon, and a real dragon is here!"

Some other townspeople recognized this as the person who appeared in Qinghu Town with Moli in the morning, and they hesitated, just trying to stop the people around them from cheering and shouting——

"Boom!"

Meng Qi stepped on the roof with one foot, dismantled the beams of the house, and knocked down the statue of Mr. Ziwei.

"..."

After the shouts, the townspeople's faces were full of horror, as if a catastrophe was imminent in the next moment. Some people held their heads and kept wailing, and there were countless people who knelt down and bowed their heads.

But nothing happened, the sky didn't turn black, the ground didn't collapse, and Xingjun didn't get angry and bring disaster.

Meng Qi kicked the statue again, and the statue rolled onto the steps in front of the temple, and the townspeople dodged in shock.

"Whoever scolds this gentleman Ziwei Xing once, step on it, I will let whoever leave." Meng Qi said lazily, "if I'm not happy with the scolding until I am satisfied...you may not be afraid of death, believe in death. You can get the blessing of Ziwei Xingjun after you are finished, but I will prevent you from dying, just like your incense master."

The people from the rivers and lakes who were **** next to each other were overjoyed when they heard the words and were about to speak.

"By the way, you don’t need to scold, you go to dig a grave outside the town, it must be deep enough, the sides of the grave must be smooth enough, and then cut a tree to make a coffin. If you don’t want a burr, whoever does it It’s not good, the coffin and grave belong to him."