145 summons of mén

Mo Wentian's idea was really confirmed, and within half a month, Feiyun Mén sent someone to pass the order, but this time it was Zhu Ziming, who was one of the surviving monks in the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, although he broke an arm, but it was obviously reused by the Mén faction.

There are many special buildings of the Mén faction, and in order to prevent the leakage of strength, long before the foundation was built, Mo Wentian ordered Elder Gu to repair the Houtu Peak to receive visitors from other Mén factions.

The level 3 mountain mén can lead to any of the sub-peaks of Wuji mén, if you are a visitor of other mén factions, under the influence of the formation, you can only see a rugged mountain road when you walk in, and if you go up along the mountain road, you will be the peak of Houtu Peak.

Among the five sub-peaks of Wuji Mén, Houtu Peak is the most steep and majestic, the road to the top of the mountain is very difficult to walk, along the way the branches are crossed, the rocks are steep, the mountain road is covered with greenery, from the halfway point of the mountain, there are primeval spruce, pine forests and all kinds of shrubs, the meadows on the long and narrow valley are distinct, and the stream meanders through.

Zhu Ziming walked on the mountain road, couldn't help frowning, looked at Shi Zhenfeng who was leading the way in front, and said: "Little brother, the mountain road is rugged and difficult, why don't you repair it?" ”

Shi Zhenfeng smiled bitterly in front of him: "You don't know, Ben Mén has always been weak, and there are not many disciples, and Mo Zhangmén is silent and inactive, and he is indifferent to the things that are ushered in, so he lets the mountain road be barren." ”

Zhu Ziming suddenly realized: "That's no wonder, no wonder since the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, in just two years, Mo Zhangmén has been promoted to the eighth level of qi refining, with his current age, even in the entire Feiyun City, it is rare." ”

The two chatted casually, and in less than a while, they reached the halfway point of the mountain, and there was a flat meadow in front of them, as if it had been chopped out by a giant axe, and a simple attic was built on it, and a few disciples were walking back and forth here and there.

Shi Zhenfeng led him to the Mén faction hall, saying that it was the mén faction hall, but in fact it was a dilapidated attic, with incomplete wooden windows, mottled bamboo and red lacquer, blurred carvings of square cypresses, and dust on it, and even the plaque in the middle of the hall was covered with cobwebs, showing a decadent and dilapidated atmosphere everywhere.

Looking at these in front of him, Zhu Ziming couldn't help but despise it in his heart, now in Qinghe County, it is rumored that Wuji's strength has risen rapidly, and I am afraid that it will not take a few years to dominate all the Qi refining mén factions in Qinghe County.

He went down the mountain this time, although it was mainly because of the order of the palm mén, but secretly he was instructed by the golden snake real person to find out the strength of the various mén factions by the way, so he insisted on coming to the mén faction hall to visit the mén mén, if the wuji mén was really as rumored, then he had to find a way to suppress it, so that he would obey and not dare to give birth to any two hearts.

But hearing is false, seeing is believing, who would have expected that Wuji Mén would be so dilapidated, not only are there few disciples, but also the master mén only knows the retreat and cultivation of the Dao, and is indifferent to the affairs of the Mén faction, such a Qi refining mén sect has seen a lot in Qinghe County.

Zhu Ziming was thinking about his thoughts, when there was a sound of footsteps in the main hall of the Mén faction, and a young man in a green shirt walked out of it, stepped forward with a smile on his face and said: "The distinguished guest is on the mén, and it is really an unforgivable crime to miss the welcome below!" ”

"It's okay!" Zhu Ziming recognized him as Wuji Mén, he waved his hand casually, and said arrogantly: "I heard from your disciple that Mo Zhangmén is in retreat and cultivation, and he has no intention of disturbing him, but he is a little sorry!" ”

"Zhu Daoyou is really polite!" Mo Wentian said with a smile: "It has been two years since the farewell of Wanling Valley, but Zhu Daoyou is arrogant, as if he is still in front of him, which is really admirable." ”

Speaking of what happened two years ago, Zhu Ziming was a little disdainful, remembering that he was a dignified faction, but he hid in the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls for five or six days, but in the end he didn't gain anything.

Speaking of this thought, he despised Wuji Mén more and more in his heart, and with such a master, the Mén faction was afraid that it would be difficult to do anything.

Mo Wentian said at this time: "Zhu Daoyou is in vain, Zong Mén Xu Zhangmén is afraid that there is an order to pass down, please sit inside, and listen to the will below." ”

Zhu Ziming's face sank like water, and he strode ahead, and in the main hall of the mén faction, there were only a few dilapidated tables and chairs, covered with dust on the top, and cobwebs on the bottom, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Zhu Ziming frowned and was displeased, Mo Wentian hurriedly stepped forward, performed a dust removal technique, cleaned the tables and chairs, and said with a somewhat embarrassed face: "Zhu Daoyou, I haven't had a guest visit for a long time, I'm really a little embarrassed!" ”,

Zhu Ziming snorted coldly, sat on the upper seat with a golden knife, and said in a cold voice: "Mo Zhangmén, do you know what happened when I came this time?" ”

"This ......" Mo asked the heavenly face for a few more days: "Zhu Daoyou, I know that the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth month has fallen, but the spirit stone of your mén is enshrined, can it be graced for a few more days?" When this batch of Linggu wine is brewed, it will be almost ready. ”

Zhu Ziming's eyes flashed with contempt, and he said coldly: "Mo Zhangmén, the spirit stone offering of your mén is only two hundred lower-grade spirit stones, is it still not ready to raise?" ”

"Zhu Daoyou, I'm afraid I'm mistaken!" Mo Wentian said with an anxious face: "Isn't the spirit stone offering of this mén a hundred lower-grade spirit stones?" ”

Zhu Ziming said coldly: "As early as a few days ago, Ben Mén Xu Zhangmén passed down an order that all the spirit stone offerings of the affiliated Mén faction in Qinghe County will be doubled this year. ”

"What?" Mo Wentian's face changed greatly, he sat on the ground in despair, and said dejectedly: "How could Zong Mén Xu Zhangmén give such an order? Isn't it fishing in the dry waters, how is this good? It is not easy to come by the spirit stones, but where can I raise two hundred lower grade spirit stones? Is the foundation of our ancestors going to be destroyed? ”

"Don't be a palm!" Zhu Ziming looked at him coldly, and said in a tone of pity: "This mén Xu palm mén is lenient and benevolent, in addition, there is also an order to pass down, if the affiliated mén faction does not hand over the spirit stones, as long as he personally leads the five disciples of the mén faction to rush to the Thousand Fog Peak of the Million Demon Mountain within eight days, the spirit stones of the mén faction will be exempted." ”

"What?" Mo Wentian's eyes lit up, as if he had grabbed duckweed straw, stood up and said, "Zhu Daoyou, is this true?" ”

Zhu Ziming nodded and said: "Mo Zhangmén, don't blame me for not reminding you, the Thousand Mist Peak demon beasts are rampant, I'm afraid it's dangerous, if you go, it's still unknown whether you can come back with your life?" Do you want to weigh the trade-offs before making a decision? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat quietly in his seat, and then closed his eyes and said nothing, his right hand beating on the arm of the chair, as if waiting for Mo Wentian to make a choice.

Time passed slowly, the whole hall was quiet only the beat of Zhu Ziming's hand clapping the armrest, Mo Wentian's forehead was full of sweat, I don't know how long it took to say that he sighed and said with a wry smile: "Zhu Daoyou, is there any other choice in the future?" ”

"Nope!" Zhu Ziming's eyes opened, and he said in a cold voice: "Mo Zhangmén, you only have two ways to go, either you can hand over two hundred lower grade spirit stones now, or you can personally lead five disciples to Qianwu Peak within eight days, otherwise what is the result?" You know it very well in your heart. ”

When he said the last sentence, there was quite a sense of shock in his tone, which fell on Mo Wentian's ears, his face changed slightly, and he said after a long time: "Zhu Daoyou, please rest assured, within eight days, I will personally lead the five disciples of Ben Mén to the Thousand Fog Peak of the Million Demon Mountain. ”

Zhu Ziming laughed, in his heart, he had already expected such a result, with the fall and ruin of Wuji Mén, where could he raise enough two hundred lower-grade spirit stones? Rushing to Thousand Mist Peak was already the only option they had to choose, otherwise they would immediately suffer the thunderous wrath of Feiyun Mén.

Speaking of this, he stood up and said: "The so-called opportunity is in danger, and Mo Zhangmén is decisive and wise, so I wish you a chance in Qianwu Peak, and I have other important matters, so I will stay soon." ”

Mo Wentian hurriedly bowed his hand and said, "Zhu Daoyou, let's send you down the mountain!" ”

Zhu Ziming snorted contemptuously, the one-armed man behind his back, walked in front proudly, and under Mo Wentian's respect, he walked down the Houtu Peak quickly, and after walking out of the mountain, he didn't even bother to say a polite word, so he sacrificed the flying sword and left the mountain quickly, just a broken small mén sect of qi refining, he naturally didn't have the heart to stay any longer.

Zhu Ziming doesn't know how to break his head even if he wants to? When he was within eight miles of Wuji Mén, the mountain patrol dog roared to warn, and Mo Wentian immediately notified the relevant disciples of the Mén faction to stage a scene at Houtu Peak.

Mo Wentian returned to the mountain thoughtfully and said to Shi Zhenfeng, who was accompanying him: "Quickly gather the elders of the Mén Sect and the inner Mén disciples to discuss matters in the main hall of the Mén Sect!" ”

Shi Zhenfeng received the order respectfully, and rushed up the mountain along the stone steps leading to the main hall of the Mén faction, but Mo Wentian followed slowly, he had all kinds of ideas in his mind, thinking about the Thousand Fog Peak of the Million Demon Mountain, but he was not in a hurry to go up the mountain.

Qingyue's bell rang throughout the Wuji Peak, so the disciples all knew that there was something important to discuss in the main hall of the Dao Dao Sect.

After a while, the elders of the Mén Sect and the inner Mén disciples hurriedly arrived, and Yuguan walked into the main hall of the Mén Sect, and stood solemnly on the left and right sides, silently waiting for the arrival of the Supreme Master. ,

The mén faction hall was quiet and the needle drop could be heard, and the sunlight pouring into the hall was suddenly completely covered by a black shadow, and in an instant, the incomparably majestic momentum poured in, as if it was a vast ocean, unfathomable, as if it was a towering mountain, looking up and holding its breath.

Mo Wentian stepped into the hall with steady steps, his eyes were like lightning, no one dared to raise his head to look at each other, he stepped forward like a meteor, gently waved his sleeves, and slowly sat down.

Under the leadership of Lei Wanshan, the disciples of the Mén faction bowed respectfully and sat down on the left and right seats in order.

Mo Wentian swept his eyes, all the four elders had arrived, and the eight inner disciples, except for Qian Yicheng, who ran the Wuji Pavilion in Wenfeng Pagoda and did not come, the remaining seven were all present.

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