"Old head, how much does this chair cost?"

Some drunken and hazy wizened old men looked at the broken chair and shook their heads: "It's all broken like this, what are you doing with it? Make a new one." ”

"That's not going to work. The middle-aged woman who came with a chair smiled, "Three years for the new, three years for the old, and another three years for tinkering." This chair—"

"You've been in this chair for at least twenty years. The old head interrupted her, "It's been seven or three years, let's get a new one." ”

The woman sighed and said, "This year is not good, and I don't know how much food I can get yet...... If you can save, you will save. Old man Gu, look at it, how much does it cost to repair?"

The old head also sighed, took the chair and looked at it carefully, and said, "Twenty Wen." ”

"It's too expensive, isn't it?

"Thirty texts. "That's why I said, you can make a new one." ”

The woman's face was full of confusion, hesitated again and again, and finally sighed: "Let's fix it." Wait until next year's grain is harvested, and then consider building new chairs. ”

"Okay, leave the chair and bring the money to pick it up tomorrow. ”

When the woman was gone, the old head shook his head as he looked at the chair that was almost completely falling apart, and a wry smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Fix this...... It's hard!"

He muttered, went back to his room to get his tools, and as he walked through the hall, he suddenly stopped and looked at the portrait enshrined on the side wall.

As a carpenter, he worships the ancestor of Luban naturally. But at this moment, behind the yellowed portrait, there seemed to be something faintly glowing.

He was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "Really, fake?" but his steps quickened, and the figure flashed to the front of the portrait, first bowed, and then lifted the portrait, only to see a hole in the wall behind the portrait, in which a gray wooden board was shining.

He hurriedly took out the wooden board, on which there were eight words: "Love", "Non-Attack", "Shangxian", and "Shangtong".

He swallowed and frothed, resting the plank on his forehead with some nervousness, when he heard a voice hear.

"The giant has an order, and the disciples above the Momen Returning to the True Realm will go to Hekui Town, Jingzhou to gather at the rudder before the first day of the fifth month. The following disciples do not have to come. ”

Putting down the plank, he muttered to himself suspiciously: "Since six hundred and twenty years ago, the Giant Dantu was killed by the emperor's family, and it is the first time in so many years that someone has used the Giant Order to gather people...... Could it be that which patriarch of this sect has finally been resurrected?"

He thought about it, but he couldn't get the point, but he went to the bedroom and dragged a black wooden box from under the bed.

The box is about a foot square, covered with fine patterns, and looks like a fine handicraft. It's just that because it hasn't been used for many years, a lot of dust has fallen.

He rubbed the box, a look of nostalgia.

"I really can't imagine that I am about to die of old age, and there will be a day when I carry this treasure box to the battlefield. It's okay, at least I haven't practiced martial arts in vain in this life......"

He muttered to himself, pressed his hand on the box a few times, only to hear the gurgling sound inside the box, and then suddenly unfolded countless black lines, and in just one turn in the air, he turned into a young man who looked a little similar to him, wearing an old linen coat of the same style as him, and called "grandpa" affectionately.

The old man smiled: "Feifei, go fix that chair, fix it and put it at the door, and then we will set off." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Go to Hekui Town, Jingzhou. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Probably...... It's to kill people. ”

The young man suddenly showed a little entangled, and said hesitantly: "If you can not kill people, it is better not to kill people after all." ”

"Do I still want you to remind me?" the old head's face suddenly stinked, "I remember this sect's mental method to abstain from luxury and indiscriminate killing!"

The boy then relieved himself and walked out quickly, and in just a few moments, he repaired the tattered chair, which looked like new.

As one of the most important magic weapons of Momen, although it is not a living person, in terms of carpenter's craftsmanship, even the ancient head of the great master is a little inferior.

When the boy came back, the two packed up their things and went out with two burdens, one big and one small.

Walking to the entrance of the village, the young man looked back and asked, "Will we come back again?"

The old head was silent for a while, lifted the wine gourd hanging from his waist and took a sip before saying, "I'm not coming back, but maybe ...... Someone will stay with you here. ”

He looked beyond the old thatched hut to the graves behind the village.

There, the heirs of the Mo family are buried.

These real people and grandmasters who are strong enough to call the wind and rain have waited for a lifetime, and they have not waited for the order to summon them out of the mountain.

But no matter what, at least their descendants and disciples finally waited, and after so many years of waiting, there was still a result.

Similar situations are happening in many places.

Bi Lingkong is a very decisive person (crow), and since he is determined to kill the Emperor Firmament, he must go all out. She directly found the remnants of the Hundred Schools of Princes, and negotiated and discussed them one by one.

She knows the hundreds of schools of thought very well, and all the ones she finds are those who have a deep blood feud with the emperor's family. For a long time, they hid in the shadows, like wounded beasts, silently licking their wounds, waiting for a chance for revenge.

As soon as they were notified, they immediately took action to reassemble the scattered manpower.

Although the hundred schools of thought were swept by Emperor Jiazi back then, as the saying goes, there are still three catties of nails in the rotten ship. Among the hundred schools, there are not a few people who have cultivated longevity, and there is no shortage of immortal Buddhas who have been killed and resurrected back then. With the addition of these masters, even if the Emperor Firmament is strong, she is confident that she will kill this pillar of the Emperor family and make the world of the Emperor family collapse a large piece.

The only question for her is, how many people will die in this battle?

Emperor Cangqiong is not a soft persimmon, on the contrary, he is very strong.

In the entire Great Xia Kyushu, there are not many people who Bi Lingkong is not sure that he can win, but the Emperor Firmament is among them.

It is said that the martial arts he practiced were the true inheritance of Emperor Jiazi, and in order to practice that mastery, he also consumed the treasures handed down by Emperor Jiazi.

Bi Lingkong didn't know exactly how he cultivated, but she had fought against Emperor Cangqiong several times. This person's martial arts are a cloud of blood, not only with earth-shattering power, but even every bit of bloody wind and rain can hurt people and kill people.

When fighting with him, you must push your own skills to the limit, and form a circle of flawless shields around your body, so that you can not be killed in seconds by one move.

And what is even more terrifying about the Emperor Firmament is his ability to recover, no matter how many injuries he has suffered, he can quickly recover by devouring blood. Among the storage weapons he carried with him were the blood of three thousand boys and girls forever, enough to recover from the brink of death at least ten times in battle.

In the face of such an enemy, even if Bi Lingkong went all out, the results of several battles between the two sides would only be evenly divided.

Now if you want to kill him, I am afraid it is impossible not to be buried by him with a few top masters.

Thinking of this, Bi Lingkong couldn't help but smile.

"With the character of that little brute, if it is really a matter of life and death, he will definitely come to me and die together. Okay, let me see if it's the mastery left by Zhao Sheng, or the great magic passed down by the master!"