The middle-aged painter came to this mortise and tenon city for three years, thinking that no one knew his true identity, and in the face of the uninvited guests who came in the middle of the night, the painter slowly got up and took the letter written to him by Wu Yinji in surprise.

The qin master didn't wait for the painter to open the letter, and first took the initiative to say: "Venerable Mo, my name is Duanxu, although I am a few hundred years older than you, but I have barely been promoted to the middle level of the sixth rank not long ago, so in front of you, I dare not call myself a senior, Venerable, please just call me by my name." ”

The painter Mo Pingyi did not respond, and stood in the dark, carefully uncovering the cover of the letterhead.

Duanxu didn't have the slightest hint of restraint and embarrassment, and continued to say to himself: "Venerable Mo, I know the shopkeeper Wu, and I also know your apprentice Miss Luan'er, in the past two or three years, I have often been with them, so I can be regarded as my own person." ”

Duanxu looked sincere. He heard Wu Yinji say that Luan'er's master was already a seventh-rank first-rank spiritual venerable when he left Huanshui Town, and now it is very likely that he has risen to the seventh-rank intermediate level, so it is not wrong to call Mo Ping a venerable. In front of people who are stronger than him, Duanxu behaves cautiously.

But if Feng Yiluan was also present at this time, he would definitely retort unceremoniously: Who is with you? Why would you almost not treat yourself as an outsider?

Mo Pingyi looked the ruins up and down, and then looked at the letter carefully through the moonlight shining in from the window, it was indeed the handwriting of Wu Yinji, the letter was written very briefly, and did not explain the specific content, only said that he would recommend this person to meet him, as for whether to agree to this person's request and whether to help this person, it was all up to him to decide.

When Duanxu asked Wu Yinji to help write this letter, the original intention was to say this, and Wu Yinji wrote according to Duanxu's meaning, Duanxu seemed to be quite confident, thinking that he would be able to convince Mo Pingyi.

After reading the letter, Mo Pingyi carefully folded the letter and carefully put it into the storage space that he carried close to him, and then looked at Duanxu coldly: "Who did you listen to the first sentence you just said? Who told you that Wu Diancheng is the day when the Fenglou royal family is wiped out?!"

Duanxu smiled: "The shopkeeper vaguely mentioned that you want to take revenge, and the rest of the details are all guessed by myself." ”

Mo Pingyi raised his eyebrows slightly: "I haven't told the dance shopkeeper in detail about this matter, how can you guess?"

He didn't suspect the dance at all.

Duanxu was still smiling, and said in a slightly relaxed tone: "Venerable Mo, a few months ago, I found your hometown when I had nothing to do. You were originally a citizen of Fenglou Country, a native of Changci Township and Mojia Village, and your real name is Mo Zhengqing. ”

When Mo Pingyi heard this, he suddenly became vigilant, he was originally just surprised by the sudden arrival of Duanru, but at this time, he couldn't help but be full of vigilance and precaution against this person.

Duanxu felt the vigilance and murderous intent on Mo Pingyi's body, but his face did not change, so he acted relaxed: "Venerable Mo, don't worry, I may be too abrupt in my speech, but there is no malice, I am also a wild cultivator, there is no reason to harm you, and besides, my cultivation is lower than yours and cannot threaten you, so you listen to me." ”

Say. ”

"It is true that the shopkeeper did not say anything to me about you, she only told me and Miss Luan that you want to take revenge, and that you are a painter, and with these two points, I have deduced a lot of old things. ”

"Heh~~" Mo Pingyi sneered, and waited for Duanxu to continue.

"I know, you were caught by Fenglou to paint murals, and in recent years, the biggest project of Fenglou is to build the martial palace, I heard that the martial hall is not just an ordinary building, the martial hall is arranged in an extremely powerful formation, and the tenon wall outside the sixteen altars echo each other, and the sixteen altars and the Fenglou border four fields echo the one hundred and twenty-eight formations, Fenglou monarch only needs to sit in the martial palace, then retreat to defend the country, enter can gather large array energy, bombard neighbors, am I right?"

Mo Ping said expressionlessly: "Yes, you inquired really carefully, but what does it have to do with me?"

Duanxu said: "Yes, at first I couldn't understand how you could have such a deep grudge with the Fenglou royal clan as a white commoner? ”

"What?"

"Many years ago, the favorite woman of King Min 'Liang Yu' of Fenglou Kingdom, Concubine Xian, was ruined by another concubine with poison because of the jealousy of women in the harem, and she was ruined by another concubine who used poison to destroy her cultivation and destroy her roots, and since then she can no longer cultivate, and there is no hope of ascending to immortal. Although King Min executed the vicious concubine and sent people around to find the medicine to reshape the foundation, he was unable to recover. After Concubine Xian's cultivation was lost, she naturally aged at a visible rate year by year, and after five or six years, Concubine Xian committed suicide in grief and anger, just to leave the most beautiful appearance in King Min's heart. ”

When Duanxu said this, Mo Pingyi's face finally changed slightly.

Duanxu continued: "When King Min saw the death of his favorite woman, he was furious and mourned, and began to gather craftsmen throughout the country to build the best mausoleum for Concubine Xian and bury his concubine. Duanxu deliberately paused slightly, looked at Mo Pingyi, and said softly: "Venerable Mo, your family was originally a family of craftsmen, and your grandfather, father, and uncle were all mural craftsmen and carpenters......

"That's right~~. Mo Pingyi's eyebrows revealed hatred, his fists clenched and let go, and then closed his eyes slightly.

"So, almost all the male craftsmen in Mojia Village were recruited to build a mausoleum for Concubine Xian, and you were only five or six years old back then. ”

"Yes. ”

After a year of cold and summer, King Min also sent ministers to use civil engineering, the mausoleum was built, extremely luxurious, but King Min was mad, on the day of the burial of Concubine Xian, ordered the forbidden army to guard the mausoleum, so that all the coolies and craftsmen nearly 10,000 people, as well as hundreds of palace maids and internal prisoners, all martyred and buried for Concubine Xian. Because King Min knew that he would eventually ascend to the immortal realm, and in the future, whether he lived or died, he would be separated from Concubine Xian forever, so he wanted to leave these people behind and let them serve Concubine Xian in the Netherworld. ”

Mo Pingyi said in an extremely cold voice: "You know, it's a lot. ”

Duanxu said: "On this continent, the countries of the dynasty have not had to be martyred or buried alive for at least tens of thousands of years, this matter was alarming for a while, and everyone in the vassal states knew about it, but in the end it was not done, just because it was the most worthless white civilians who were buried. ”

"Heh, hehehehe~~" A burst of suppressed laughter suddenly erupted in Mo Pingyi's throat, echoing in the dark night. "That's right, it's not over, just because of those lives, it's not worth a concubine......"