[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qingming learned that Mo Han also knew a clue, which was exactly the same as the clue of the old flower king he knew, and he was ready to go to the Temple of Literature to find the old flower king after nightfall. The dragon lockers are moving quickly, and the Immortal Dao is not idle. Returning safely to the narcissus on the west mountain, he reported the situation in the city to Liu Yang, and for a while, the immortal road on the west mountain became deaf and blind, and he knew nothing about the city, which also made Liu Yang overstretched. Liu Yang summoned a cronie and gave him an address, and asked the disciple to go down the mountain at night to find this disciple and 'wake up' the people who lived here. And Mu Qingming and Mo Han took Zhang Xiaosheng to the vicinity of the Confucian Temple at night, and began to find the whereabouts of the old Huazi King. 】

In Liu Yang's stone room, it was still so cold and biting. It's like being in a deep ice cave, and the cold is unbearable.

Only Liu Yang and these evil people are accustomed to it.

The bean-sized lamp on the stone table flickered a few times, and a shadow shook in the firelight.

Liu Yang picked up the pen, put the pen down after writing down a scribbled address on the white paper.

He finally decided to use the three hole cards.

Now, the plan of immortality is about to be completed, but Liu Yang has been forced to have no choice, and if he doesn't use the three hole cards, he won't be able to find the Holy Infant Boy.

Of course, he can ask Narcissus and other followers to find the Holy Child Child in the city. However, the evil aura on the narcissus is difficult to completely suppress, and if they are not careful, they will be discovered by the dragon lockers.

When the time comes, the loss of troops will outweigh the losses.

And he, Liu Yang, doesn't care about the opponent behind him for the time being, the three people he is about to use are people who can completely suppress the evil qi in their bodies and are no different from ordinary people. Even if you are unscrupulous in the city, you only need to avoid the eyes of the dragon lockers, so that you will not be noticed.

Be cautious, and let these three disciples continue to lie dormant after they are finished; At least that's what Liu Yang decided.

"Someone." Liu Yang, who put down the pen, shouted at the closed door.

The heavy and thick stone gate slowly opened, and a disciple who was guarding the door walked in and stood in front of the stone case: "Sect Master, what do you command?" ”。

"After nightfall, you go down the mountain into the city, avoid the dwelling place of the dragon lockers, and don't alarm anyone else, and then head to this place." As he spoke, Liu Yang handed over the rolled up address to this disciple.

Then he stood up and rummaged through the shelves carved into the rock wall behind him.

The disciple took the address in his hand, read it a few times, memorized it, and then leaned forward slightly, and put the white paper in his hand on the lamp.

The flames rose and licked the white paper, which soon turned into pieces of black ash, scattered from mid-air, and when it fell to the ground, the paper ashes were shattered.

At this time, Liu Yang had already taken a piece of jade, and the jade carved from blood jade was a coiled poisonous snake, almost connected from end to end. The head bared its teeth and stuck out its tongue, and the letter stuck out from between the fangs, but there was only one eye on the head.

There was no blood, slowly wafting out of the snake's mouth.

Liu Yang handed the jade jue, which was only the size of an ocean, to the disciple, and said, "This is a token, you take it to that address, and after you show the token, the people who live here will know your identity." ”。

After nodding silently, the disciple asked, "What's next?" ”。

"Tell them to find a child boy to bring up the mountain, or find a boy who can be a child boy and bring him up the mountain." Liu Yang gave this order to the disciple without thinking.

"Yes." The disciple replied and put away the jade jue.

After seeing that Liu Yang had nothing to explain, he slowly retreated.

After the stone door closed again, Liu Yang sat down on his stone chair.

He had thought about taking care of other things, but as soon as he thought that with these three people activated, his Holy Child Child would be delivered immediately, and the evil soldiers would be able to be created as soon as possible, and joy rose and diluted everything.

He picked up a book in his hand, unfolded it, and read it.

On the title page of the scroll, a detailed pattern of human bone meridians is drawn, and the eyes are outlined in red, which is very conspicuous.

Liu Yang, who had read the book for a while, thought of Mu Qingming's new ability that he had seen with his eyes last night, and pondered.

After a long time, Liu Yang, who had closed the book, shouted to the side of the gate again: "Call the East Protector." ”......

When night fell, the dam of Spring City was quiet.

The stars light up the night sky.

Mo Han handed over the task of washing dishes to Aunt Long, and went to coax the child to sleep by himself. The soft sound of nursery rhymes echoed in the small courtyard of the Mu family at night; Mu Qingming held a toothpick in his mouth and walked to the first floor of the West House, near the room of the inverted room.

Large cyan vats, half buried in the soil, stood in the middle of the house. What is raised inside is the palace that must be used by the dragon lockers to make talismans.

These palace guards were raised one by one to be white and fat, and they had molted their skin many times, and there were only two colors left on their bodies. Either they are red all over, and their eyes are blue and deep.

Either they are dark blue and their eyes are red like fire.

The tails are all as thick as the thumbs of an adult's big feet, and they are all Shangcheng guards.

Miaobi is holding a piece of natural ghost fairy cinnabar, submerged into the powder, wrapped in cabbage leaves, put into the tank, and fed to the palace guards.

Before the cabbage leaves fell, the guards in the vat rushed up and grabbed food.

There were other small jars in the house, all painted with runic spells, and among them were all kinds of poisonous insects, which were specially fed to the two night owls in the courtyard.

After Mu Qingming walked around the room, he came to the busy Miaobi.

The magic pen is not only a knowledgeable dragon locker, but also a good at raising reptiles needed by these dragon lockers such as guarding the palace.

One by one, they guarded the palace and were fed by the wonderful pen in vain.

Mu Qingming leaned over, looked down, and said to Miaobi: "I let the wind out, and I will release it during the day today." It didn't take long for the West Mountain to know that I was looking for the Snitch. ”。

With a toothpick in his mouth, his voice was a little slurred.

"Then they're going to get dizzy." Miaobi didn't stop, continued to wrap the powder of the ghost fairy cinnabar with cabbage leaves, and threw it into the jar, and the joy flashed in his eyes: "It's time for us to distract them." ”。

This is the plan that they and Mu Qingming have already discussed, and there is no need for Mu Qingming to say it in detail, he also knows what it is.

"yes." Mu Qingming nodded, picked up the slender bamboo pole standing on the side of the tank, stretched into the tank and gently poked the back of one of the palace guards inside: "So I kept this person alone, and I didn't let you take it away, nor did I let you wash his memory." ”。

"Hmm." The wonderful pen responded, and the palace guard, who was poked by Mu Qingming, coiled up and rolled up in a circle.

"Next, you and Miaotian, as well as Ah Hong, have to do all the tricks and do a decent job." Mu Qingming took back the bamboo pole and put it down, saying, "Let's seriously go and find the gathering place of these snitches." ”。

"Okay." The magic pen answered again.

"Master." At this time, Zhang Xiaosheng shouted outside the door, "It's time to go." ”。

"I'm going to get busy." Mu Qingming said, and turned around and went out.

The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing through the small courtyard of the wooden family, and the trees in the courtyard rustled.

Mo Han and Zhang Xiaosheng were already waiting in the hospital.

Mu Qingming walked out and asked, "Are the two children sleeping?" ”。

Mo Han nodded, and after glancing at Mu Qingming, he cast an obscurity spell at the same time, turning his figure into nothingness. And Zhang Xiaosheng also cast a concealment spell and became invisible.

Now, although the ears and eyes of the Immortal Dao have been pulled out, Mu Qingming is still cautious.

The Stealth Charm is an effective way to hide their whereabouts, leaving their movements unnoticed.

The night was just right, and the stars were bright in the quiet night sky, so Mu Qingming proposed with his mind: "Let's go over, just digest the food in the stomach." ”。

Mo Han had no objection, and Zhang Xiaosheng also agreed, so the three of them dodged one by one, and without even opening the courtyard door, they came outside the courtyard gate.

The toothpick that Mu Qingming was still holding before was naturally spit out by him in the patio inside the door.

Mu Qingming took his disciples and his wife and walked out of Shala Lane slowly.

In this Shala Alley, it is cold and cold, and the wind is blowing non-stop. But as soon as I got out of the alley, it was not so cold, and there was no yin wind around me, and the slight coolness under the night made people feel comfortable.

The streets outside Shala Lane are also darkly lit. However, it is also quiet without the noise during the day.

The sycamore trees swayed in the wind, spitting out their tender green leaves.

A few insects, singing nocturnes in the earth and rocks under the roots of the trees.

From time to time, you can see a few wild cats, jumping up and down the trees.

The streets are also sparsely populated, except for the occasional street sweeper arranged by the Governor's Palace, sweeping up the garbage left behind during the day.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han walked all the way to the right side of Wuhua Mountain, the Temple of Literature.

The vicinity of the Temple of Literature at night is also deserted.

The night wind swept through the streets, whirring, and rolled up fallen leaves and dust on the ground.

During the day, the bustling people in front of the Temple of Literature, as well as the scattered stalls, have already gone home.

In front of the entire Confucian Temple, there is no hustle and bustle, and the street is really like Zhang Xiaosheng said, so quiet that you can't even see a ghost.

At this time in the past, in the corners of some houses in nearby places, you can still see a few beggars huddled in the corners to avoid the cold. But today, although Mu Qingming walked to a place where there was still some distance from the Temple of Literature, there was indeed not a single pedestrian on the road today, and he did not see any beggars.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han have been looking left and right all the way, for fear of missing something. But I still went all the way and didn't meet any beggars.

"The old flower king can't have run away somewhere else, right?" As Mo Han walked, he said to Mu Qingming with his thoughts.

"Let's look again." Mu Qingming was also not sure, so he decided to continue walking forward and look for it again.

Speaking of which, it seems that the area around here is indeed lively during the day, but it is also very deserted at night, which is a fact. Occasionally, however, some beggars or scavengers do settle in the vicinity. It's just that I don't know what's wrong tonight, and I haven't seen anyone after walking for a long time.

But on second thought, maybe it's because it's also close to the Doge's Palace.

Most of the people who come and go in this neighborhood during the day are dignitaries, and for beggars, this is the best place to beg.

But sometimes the soldiers of the governor's palace also like to be a fox and a tiger, and the other people in the city and their well water do not interfere with the river water, but they still do the things that bully and bully the beggars.

Occasionally, they would come at night to drive away beggars in the vicinity, as is the case today, when there was no sign of the beggars in the vicinity.

As they slowly approached the entrance of the Temple of Literature, they suddenly heard a noise and noise coming from the temple gate, as well as angry cursing.

Mu Qingming hurriedly asked everyone to stop, and secretly looked towards the noise, and saw that on the dirt ground in front of the temple gate, several soldiers with military hats were pushing around an old man in turn, and from time to time he scolded a few ugly words, and from time to time he would slap the old man's big mouth, and then laugh a few times.

The old man's beard was all white, and his thin body was staggered, pitiful, and he had no power to fight back, and he did not dare to squeak even if he let a few soldiers amuse.

In addition, it was night, and there was no one nearby, so no one stood up to help the miserable and helpless old man.

However, Mu Qingming thought, even if it was daytime, the people who wanted to rescue him, when they saw the old man, it was the Qiu Ba Datou soldiers of the Governor's Mansion who saw the old man, and they were afraid that they would not dare to meddle in things.

"Mom sells hemp." Mo Han saw the situation, transmitted the sound with his mind, and after saying a dirty word that he learned from Mu Qingming, he continued to transmit his mind and said fiercely: "This bullying old man is really shameless. ”。

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to move.

Before she could make a move, Mu Qingming unlocked her concealment spell and rushed forward with a dodge.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Qingming teleported out a few zhang and stood behind one of the soldiers: "Master Jun, everyone has old people and children in their families, and they are bullying other people's old people in such a grand manner, and they are not afraid of retribution." ”。

Under the silent night sky, Mu Qingming suddenly appeared, and suddenly said this, but the soldiers who were happy before were startled.

After being startled, he took off the rifle he was carrying in a panic, pulled the bolt, and pointed at Mu Qingming.

Mu Qingming narrowed his eyes, and murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

Several invisible forces shot out of his eyes as he swept past the panicked, but did not shoot rashly.

One after another, they hit the soldiers in the abdomen.

Several soldiers inexplicably felt as if they had been punched in the abdomen, and they all grinned in pain, lost their rifles, and hummed while covering the sore spots.

Mo Han and Zhang Xiaosheng also unlocked the concealment spell and walked over.

Without saying a word, Mo Han went up and gave one of the soldiers two loud and clear slaps.

Under the sound of "pop", the soldier's cheeks suddenly swollen, and Mo Han scolded angrily: "Bullying an old man, what are you?" ”。

"Do you dare to hit me, do you know who I am?" The soldier clutched his red and swollen cheeks, and shouted loudly between his feet, "I am a soldier of the Governor's Palace. ”。

But he was already lacking in confidence, so he could only use his voice to hide his inner timidity.

"What kind of soldier do I care about you, you should be beaten if you bully the old man. Get lost! Mu Qingming stood in front of Mo Han and said coldly to those soldiers: "Let me see you bullying the old man again, and I will beat you once." ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, he crushed the hard stone that he had picked up and pinched in his hand.

Do the soldiers dare to continue to fight against the dragon lockers? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.