This person is a little old, his hair is full of decaying gray-white, and his sunken eye sockets are like old ghosts, which is intimidating. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhen Wude was very in awe of this person, respectful, and respectfully called him "Mr. Li!"

This old gentleman is also a monk, and he is proficient in the art of war "Nan Ke Yimeng", which is extremely difficult to deal with!

Nan Ke A Dream is a remote art of war, which can prompt people to fall asleep, and then the person who performs the art of war can control the person by controlling the dream.

With the help of this art of war, Mr. Li helped Zhen Wude settle many chastity women, so that they obeyed Zhen Wude in their sleep.

Mo Xuan didn't know that Zhen Wude had brought such a tricky monk to chase him down, he was concerned about the distribution map of grain and grass, and hurried with all his might, so that Zhen Wude and the others could chase after him.

If it weren't for Mr. Li's ability to track down Mo Xuan's traces, they would have been lost a long time ago.

At dusk, the Xuan power in Mo Xuan's body, who had been on a journey for a day, was almost consumed, and his body was tired for a while.

Looking around, Mo Xuan planned to find a village to spend the night, recover his Xuan power, and continue to travel the next day.

At present, Mo Xuan is also in a wilderness, and after some searching, Mo Xuan finally found a small village, which is extremely small, with only a few dozen households.

The village was barren and gloomy, and Mo Xuan couldn't see many people in it, basically just old people and children, all of them were skinny, and they looked very afraid to see Mo Xuan such a stranger coming.

Mo Xuan kindly explained his intentions, and finally the village chief Zhou Po allowed Mo Xuan to stay overnight and arranged for him to rest in his house for one night.

Mo Xuan learned from Zhou Po that the village used to be quite wealthy, but after Zhen Guchuan overthrew the imperial court, the Daqian Dynasty was in turmoil all the year round, and the strong men of their village died on the battlefield.

Mrs. Zhou is very good, she is old, her health is not very good, she only has one granddaughter left, she is only five years old, very thin.

What moved De Moxuan was that Zhou Po actually cooked a meal in order to entertain him as a guest, you know, in this kind of day when you don't have enough food and clothing, it's not bad to eat porridge, and it's a luxury to eat a full bowl of rice.

At the table, Zhou Po's little granddaughter stared at the bowl, and the little doll was grumbling with hunger, but she didn't dare to approach Mo Xuan.

They are afraid of being bullied, and they have never dared to slack off on strangers, for fear of causing disaster.

Mo Xuan sighed secretly, this is the consequence of the war, and it is the common people who suffer!

Looking at the little doll with a rumbling belly, Mo Xuan smiled slightly, gave the meal to the little guy, rubbed the little doll's head distressedly, and sighed in his heart.

In contrast, their ink village has always been far away from the world, and it is really a paradise.

"Little brother, you have to hurry, your physical exertion is great, hurry up and eat!" Seeing this, Zhou Po hurriedly said and glared at the little girl reproachfully, making the latter extremely aggrieved.

"It's not in the way, I'm not hungry, let's eat with her, I'll just rest early!" Mo Xuan smiled slightly, signaling Zhou Po not to blame this little doll.

Afterwards, Mo Xuan got up and retreated, and returned to the thatched house arranged for him by Zhou Po.

He could see that he was very uncomfortable staying there, whether it was Zhou Po or her little granddaughter.

Mo Xuan had already decided in his heart that before leaving tomorrow, he would throw more silver taels to Zhou Po, anyway, he had obtained a lot of gold and silver treasures from those princes and nobles, and it was easier to take out some silver.

Immediately, Mo Xuan no longer considered these distracting thoughts, and instead used his tactics to slowly absorb Xuan Qi and restore Xuan Qi.

With the grade of the military technique at the moment, absorbing the Xuan Qi is extremely slow, but Mo Xuan is helpless, he can't get the art of war to practice, so he can only endure this pain.

At night, suddenly the door of the thatched house opened lightly, and Mo Xuan woke up!

When he opened his eyes, Mo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be Zhou Po's little granddaughter who carefully took two buns and put them in front of Mo Xuan with wide eyes and nervousness.

The little doll is very nervous, her eyes are wide, she is smart, pure and immaculate, and she is extraordinarily beautiful!

"Grandma did it, let the big brother fill your stomach, saying that the big brother should be a good person, and he will only leave when he is full!" said the little girl timidly, a little cute.

"Thank you, you are the real good people!" Mo Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then moved.

It is too difficult to maintain this simple quality in such troubled times, and Mo Xuan admires it a little in his heart.

The little girl was still very afraid of Mo Xuan, and after sending things, she ran away like a rabbit, which made Mo Xuan laugh dumbly, and secretly said that she was really so terrible?

With a wry smile, Mo Xuan didn't notice that there was already a group of unwanted guests outside this remote village.

I saw that in the dark night, a group of people slowly appeared around the village, leading one person without touching the ground, it was Mr. Li, next to him was Zhen Wude, and the others were Zhen Wude's doglegs.

"He's in this broken village? his grandmother's, finally stopped running, ran faster than a horse!"

He chased Mo Xuan for a whole day, he was so tired that he wanted to clean up Mo Xuan.

"How does Childe want to toss this unlucky little soldier?" Mr. Li said lightly, in his opinion, this was just a pastime, and he didn't care.

"Control him, make him ugly, and then I will personally break him into ten thousand pieces!" Zhen Wude gritted his teeth and said, his eyes full of resentment.

Mo Xuan made him lose face and throw him to the sky that day, and he had to take revenge a hundred times to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"No problem!"

Old Mr. Li nodded slightly, and then the Xuan Force moved, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire village, instantly locking Mo Xuan, who didn't notice the slightest change.

With this means alone, it can be seen that this old man Li is at least a monk in the soul realm, and his soul transformation has been successful, otherwise it would be difficult to cover the Quartet without knowing it.

"The Art of War...... Nan Ke has a dream!"

Old Mr. Li whispered, his eyes flashing with all kinds of phantoms, and suddenly a strange power of war came, enveloping Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan was sighing at Zhou Po and the others, and suddenly felt that drowsiness was surging like a tide, and his will couldn't bear this drowsiness at all, so he immediately fell down and fell asleep.

This sleep was a deep sleep under the power of the art of war, and the whole person fell into a deep sleep, and for a while, some of Mo Xuan's dusty memories that had been sealed in the years were revived.

Some memories are what I saw and heard when I was a baby, I was very ignorant at that time, I didn't understand anything at all, as I got older, those memories gradually disappeared and forgot, and now under the power of the art of war, Mo Xuan fell into the deepest sleep, and some memories in the deepest part of the memory also emerged.

These memories were like a dream, and Mo Xuan fell into a dream from the past.

In the dream, Mo Xuan was still in swaddling clothes, and outside, the sound of shouting and killing shook the heavens and the earth, and the sound of Xuanli rushing was endless.

The terrifying divine weapon shook the sky, and the peerless art of war killed the Quartet, but all this could not disturb Mo Xuan, in front of him, a white-robed heroic figure blocked all this.

One person, one shot, alone in all directions!

"Whoever shoots this gun will be killed!"

The white-robed figure spoke indifferently, with unparalleled spirit, and suddenly the shadow of the gun in his hand was thrown out, stabbing obliquely into the earth, killing the eternal, and the clouds in the clear sky all collapsed.

"In the future, my son will retrieve this red snow gun for me!"

The white-robed figure said indifferently, turned around and left, behind him, the red snow spear shook the sky and the earth, the air pressure was eternal, the blue sky was about to be shaken, and all those who wanted to cross the body of the spear were killed.

The gun is the boundary, here, the white-robed figure turned indifferently, hunting in robes, the style is peerless, no one can stop it!

Beside him, a stunning woman embraced Mo Xuan and left with him, carrying the guqin, quiet and dignified.

Mo Xuan's eyes widened, trying to see the two clearly, but he couldn't see clearly, he was sleepy, and fell asleep in swaddling clothes.

The picture blurred for a while, and then changed!

A temple emerged, golden and brilliant, outside the hall, the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine layers of jade stairs kneeling full of monks, each breath is strong, in the front, the white-clothed heroic man holding a spear, high-spirited.

Behind her, the gentle woman reluctantly handed over the swaddling Mo Xuan to a eunuch, and then resolutely carried the guqin and stood with the man.

"Expedition!"

The man in white gave an order, the army moved, countless war beasts roared, the earth shook, the sky trembled, the tide-like army poured into the outside world, and the generals on the jade ladder all took off.

……

Mo Xuan in his sleep, the memory in his subconscious was extracted by the power of the art of war, and it was only a part, which was amazing enough.

Outside the village, Mr. Li frowned for a while, he couldn't control Mo Xuan's dream, it was really strange.

Old Mr. Li felt that Mo Xuan's body was strange, as if there was a force that cut off his power to control the art of war, and the dream realm did not change according to his mind.

The Xuan Force was surging, and Mr. Li was ready to investigate in the air, and use the cultivation of the Soul Realm to control the Xuan Power to probe Mo Xuan's whole body.

First he felt the difference in Mo Xuan's abdomen, where there seemed to be a huge force lurking, like a sleeping ancient beast, extremely terrifying.

Old Mr. Li's mysterious power tried to enter Mo Xuan's abdomen, wanting to explore the mystery, but unexpectedly, his move could be said to be a complete stab of the beenet's nest.

"Rumble!"

The boundless killing power was stimulated, and it surged out along its mystical power, and he couldn't isolate it even if he wanted to, and it hit his body all of a sudden.

"Ah......h

Old Mr. Li immediately let out a terrible scream, this killing power was terrifying to the extreme, and the murderous aura seemed to gather all the murderous qi in the whole world, which was beyond the power of human beings.

Zhen Wude and the others were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, only to see Mr. Li screaming and rolling to the ground, scarlet flames burning all over his body, terrifying and terrifying.

After a while, this old gentleman turned into charcoal, and there was nothing left, and he was incinerated with murderous energy!

As soon as Mr. Li died, the art of war was immediately interrupted, and without the power of the art of war, Mo Xuan woke up instantly, but his consciousness was still a little vague for a while, as if he had been asleep for a long time.

"Gong ...... Childe!What should I do!" Zhen Wude's several doglegs looked at Zhen Wude, and they were already frightened to the point that the six gods were gone.

The dignified old gentleman, burning for no reason, how terrifying?

Zhen Wude was also so frightened that he trembled, and with 10,000 of his courage, he didn't dare to enter the broken village to find the reason for Mr. Li's death.

"Set fire to this broken village, some untouchables, if they die, they will die, we must destroy the ominous, otherwise we will be doomed!" Zhen Wude forcibly calmed down, and then said madly.

He was planning to burn everyone in this village alive!