There was a middle-aged Confucian with a jade flute hanging on his waist, who came to Liangzhou City in the south of Shiteng Kingdom, and did not go to the bustling central market, but walked slowly along the wall of the street, stretched out a palm, and gently slid over the tattered rough wall, smiling.

In the end, he walked along the official road to the corner of the street, where there was a strange tavern, the business in it was deserted, Xiao Er was napping on the table, and the shopkeeper sat behind the counter to settle the accounts, and he still felt that he had lost a lot.

The middle-aged Confucian stepped over the threshold of the tavern, his eyes were gentle, and he chuckled: "I have put the couplet outside the house." ”

The shopkeeper raised his head in a daze, although he was a little annoyed, he still stood up with a yawn and said that the guest would like to sit down.

The tavern keeper raised his head and wondered, "This guest, have you been here before?"

The middle-aged Confucian who is not surprising in appearance, except for the more eye-catching jade flute on his waist, is actually not eye-catching in all aspects, his appearance is ordinary, he is neither tall nor low, and his long shirt is also old.

The shopkeeper felt that this person's eyes were very strange, neither the wisdom to see through the red dust, nor some confusing enthusiasm, as if he was greeting a friend who had been reunited for a long time.

The shopkeeper was even more puzzled, and after he asked, the middle-aged Confucian just smiled at him, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his heart palpitated.

For no reason, the Confucian burst into tears, but he said with a smile: "Everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, but they can't forget their fame! Where will the ancient and modern meet? Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget! In the end, they only hate to gather much, and when they reach a long time, their eyes are closed. Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only the wife can't forget it! Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, and only the children and grandchildren can't forget it! There are many infatuated parents in ancient times, and they are filial to their children and grandchildren. ”

Don't wait for the shopkeeper to say anything.

The middle-aged Confucian had already wiped his tears and said with a smile: "It's me who is a little self-inflicted, please forgive the shopkeeper." ”

He sat down at a wine table, took out a few pieces of silver from his waist, and said, "I wonder how much wine can be bought with this silver?"

Although the tavern is in Liangzhou City, but in recent days, the city is mixed, coming and going, often some strange guests come to drink, Xiao Er is not strange, so he took the silver and said: "Our tavern is divided into couplets to set the price, if the guests write a good couplet, these silver can almost buy three jars of apricot wine, if it...."

Without waiting for Xiao Er to finish speaking, the middle-aged Confucian interjected and smiled: "Then go to the three jars of apricot blossom wine." ”

I am a distant tourist, the world is big, if you don't drink, I really can't bear the loneliness in my heart.

This time, the Holy Water Secret Realm changed early, and it leaked to the sky, and it was really the God above who was like a convulsion, and he actually made such a big move.

Originally, Yuancheng and Su Yihuo should have died in Liangzhou City, and even half of Dayan's people would die, if they were lucky, even Guan Zishi might not be able to kill.

But even if you count all of them, they can't be worth one Ye Fan.

The death of a Ye Fan is of great significance, no less than half of the Holy Water Secret Realm.

So at that time, his idea was to exchange his life for a life without losing money, and if he could successfully escape afterwards, no matter how injured he was, he would make a lot of money.

It's a pity that a lifetime of merit was wasted.

The tavern keeper carried the wine jar and two white bowls, and sat down opposite the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The shopkeeper poured two bowls of wine and asked with a smile: "I'm old, and my memory is not as good as Yi."

Before, the guest looked at the face of goodness, but I couldn't remember, could it be that the guest had traveled here and drunk our wine?"

The middle-aged Confucian took a sip of apricot blossom wine with a bowl, sighed in admiration, and then wiped his mouth and said, "It's the first time I've come here today, and the shopkeeper should have recognized the wrong person." ”

The shopkeeper smiled and asked, "Looking at the appearance of the guest, it should be a scholar, isn't it the teacher of our Liangzhou City School?"

The Confucian shook his head and said: "In this life, I was a scholar, in the last life I was a Taoist, and in the last life, I should be a pig slaughterer. Over the years, I have also walked a lot of places, wandered around, and began to be muddy again, and finally walked to Liangzhou City, and met a charcoal seller named Gongsun Xiao, who was not young at that time. ”

"It's just a pity that God, who thinks he has no last resort, actually washed the Dragon King Temple by the flood, and he was afraid of it. ”

The shopkeeper's left hand, which was holding up the bowl and drinking, shook violently.

The shopkeeper drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, put down the wine bowl, and asked, "The guest told me this to kill me?"

The Confucian scholar opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief, and said: "How can it be possible to kill you? Although the fate of you and I is over, in the end, the monarch and the minister will die, and the monarch and the minister will have to die, and I will be lucky if you don't kill me." ”

As he spoke, he became a little sad and sighed: "Even if I can kill you, I am reluctant to kill you." ”

The shopkeeper's heart was turbulent.

"Don't worry, I've drunk and whined, so you can think of it as my crazy words. ”

The middle-aged Confucian put down the wine bowl, picked up the two jars of apricot blossom wine on the table, then stood up and turned to leave the tavern.

There was an eerie silence in the tavern.

When the Confucian scholar crossed the threshold of the tavern, everything was back to the same, Xiao Er was drowsy on the table, the shopkeeper was making calculations behind the counter, the tavern was still sparsely populated, and the atmosphere was extremely lazy.

Only the Confucian wine bowl was abruptly left on the table.

He stopped, turned his head slightly, and looked at the counter.

The "shopkeeper" looked up at him coldly and looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian man looked at the "shopkeeper" behind him, and the long incense sticks as thick as an arm were densely clustered behind the shopkeeper, emitting a faint green smoke.

The middle-aged Confucian silently counted the number of incense, then raised the wine jar in his hand, waved it a few times, and left with a smile.

The "shopkeeper" said coldly: "You can't live if you do your own evil." ”

The Confucian scholar had long since left the inn, but his voice came from afar: "Borrow your auspicious words." ”

A moment later.

The shopkeeper caught a glimpse of the white bowl on the table, and was a little puzzled, he clearly remembered that he had cleaned it up, why did he have an extra wine bowl for no reason?

In the distance, on the official road of Liangzhou City, there was a Confucian priest with a jade flute on his waist and a wine jar in his hand, singing: "Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget......!

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At the foot of Qianfengling Mountain, the wind and rain are shaking.

A torrential rain roared, but it couldn't wash away the thick murderous aura here.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it hurriedly beat on the armor of those border troops in Liangzhou City, crackling.

The son of the daughter could not sit down, and neither Lu Pu nor Ding Zhong had come here to supervise the army, but the morale of the 20,000 soldiers and horses had not been lowered in the slightest.

More and more soldiers with swords and armor are coming from Qianfengling

The mountain trails are constantly popping up, joining the camp of the onlookers.

At the head of the city, Lu Pu, who was trying his best to look at the foot of the mountain, kept his expression unchanged and asked, "Your Majesty, is it really necessary to exhaust these 30,000 soldiers and horses, and rely on human lives to pile them to death?"

Ding Zhong put his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice: "Not only that, but I have also arranged three people in advance, all of whom are hidden in the shadows, and when they fight for your life, give them a fatal blow, and strive to minimize casualties." ”

Lu Pu clenched the saber at his waist, and his green tendons were exposed, "Why is the content recorded in the intelligence so different from these two people? If this flying sword river strikes at these 30,000 horses, I am afraid that in less than a quarter of an hour, they will be killed and injured." ”

Ding Zhong exhaled a breath of turbid air and said in a deep voice: "Fortunately, that Ye Fan still has a conscience and avoided the onlookers around him. I never thought that even if he fought with Chu Mo at the beginning, this Ye Fan did not use all his strength, so deep in the city. ”

"But it doesn't matter, if you use this move, even Ye Fan will definitely not be able to use the next move, no matter how heavy the casualties are, you can make up for it from these guys!"

At the foot of the mountain, Ye Fan looked down at his hands and fell into deep thought.

Then he slowly took a deep breath and concentrated his mind.

"Yongchang, until the long river completely dissipates, don't let people disturb me. ”

Zhao Yongchang's expression was solemn, and he nodded: "No problem, with me Zhao Yongchang in the way, even a mosquito can't fly over." ”

Hearing this, Ye Fan gave up all his efforts to explore the outside world with confidence, and stared intently at the ground lines.

Different from the depiction talisman, there are too many conditions required for the construction of a large array, materials, formation maps, terrain, the formation master's divine soul realm and formation attainments, all of which are indispensable.

In the previous battle with Yuan Chengshan, he secretly placed a material in the center of the battlefield, which was the corner of the green mountain that was used as the eye of the formation in the Great Sumeru Immortal Array, and it was also one of the most important things in the construction of the Great Sumeru Immortal Array this time.

The jade slip that Xiu Wudao gave him before leaving, he had already read it dozens of times, and it was deeply engraved in his mind, and he knew what the key factor of the Great Sumeru Array was.

The most critical reason why sword cultivation and the formation master can't be the same is that the divine soul and the natal flying sword of the sword cultivation are inherently restrained, and the aura and edge of the flying sword will also be deeply stabbed while the divine soul is becoming stronger and stronger, and conversely, if the divine soul presses the natal flying sword, it will gradually eat away at the sword body and sword soul of the flying sword until it dies.

But Ye Fan was at the middle point of the two at this time, and it was the Divine Soul and the Nine Heavens that had reached a perfect balance.

Haoran Qi and Ye Roujia have made great contributions.

Ye Fan deeply knew that now he had to race against time, although this state was unattainable, but his Divine Soul Realm and Formation Attainment were really a little low, and it was still too reluctant to portray a seventh-order great array, and he had no chance to start over at all, he had to succeed once.

Ye Fan's hands were trembling uncontrollably, because he felt a little nervous for the first time.

He no longer has any extra aura to stop Yuan Chengshan and them from winning the crown, if they fail to build a formation, tens of millions of creatures in the Holy Water Secret Realm will be affected, this burden and pressure are too heavy.

Heavy enough to crush a person.

But I, Ye Fan, can't be crushed yet, if even I fall, who else can continue to fight for a trumped-up reason?

Ye Fan forced himself to calm down and began to carve the first formation pattern.