For a little beggar who can only wander around the four layers of the breeze all his life, for those fugitive slaves who have escaped from various farms, shops and workshops without any livelihood, Mowei Pavilion is heaven, where there are dreams of breaking through the shackles of their own qualifications and achieving a generation of strong people (ordinary people and even high-ranking officials and nobles in the eyes of the monks who enter the body are supermen who wear underwear, and those who are in the gas transformation period are inhuman on the underpants). There are all-you-can-eat rice balls and warm quilts that can shelter from the wind and rain, and there is also the great privilege of being able to bully others casually when you go out on the street. For a little beggar who sleeps in a culvert every day without clothes and food, and whose qualifications are so poor that no one wants, these three reasons can be greater than the righteous path of the world, greater than the imperial king's law, and greater than the heavenly king Lao Tzu! At this moment, Yinchen truly understood that it was not only the Demon Wei Pavilion that was cruel in this heaven and earth, but also this bloody and barbaric mortal dust.

"I see. When Yinchen said these four words, he felt that something in his heart that he had been holding on to shattered, and the slight stinging pain made him limited and uncomfortable, but it was only uncomfortable. Master Xuanzhi's words rang in his ears again, but they were so gentle and forceful. "It is better not to be good than evil. "It sounds like it's easy to do, but for Yinchen, sometimes, if it's not good, it's evil!

"Yes, there are seventy or eighty thousand disciples recruited by the Demon Wei Pavilion every day, if you don't consume some of them like this, if you control the number, our Demon Wei Pavilion will not be able to support us even if we have money!" Zhang Mengmeng saw that he seemed to have done the ideological work of Yinchen, and his mind relaxed, so he said this unintentionally.

As a result, this sentence made the silver dust miserable. "Seventy or eighty thousand people...... "Yin Chen's black line on his head, he thought to himself, are there seventy or eighty thousand people in all the righteous paths?

"That's right, it's seventy or eighty thousand people, this is still the number of disciples recruited from all over the country every year after we limit the quota, if it weren't for the number of disciples we lose every year for various reasons, I am afraid that our Demon Wei Pavilion would have been suppressed because of transgression of the royal law. Zhang Mengmeng simply opened the topic, and seriously popularized some common sense of the world to Yinchen: "The first emperor of the (Southern) Empire made an edict very early, stipulating that no one monk sect can have more than 100,000 people, and our Demon Wei Pavilion has as many as 95,000 disciples at the most......"

"Then how many people do we have now?" asked Silver Dust, thinking to himself that there really wouldn't be seventy or eighty thousand people, right?

"About 93,000 people, that number is very carefully controlled. Zhang Mengmeng said in a low voice: "This is a secret that can only be circulated within the sect, don't tell it!"

Silver Dust rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, is there a difference between 93,000 and 95,000?

After chatting like this for a while, an hour passed, and a small half of the temporary disciples in the martial arts arena had already fallen, their flesh and bones were separated, their intestines were flowing all over the ground, and blood was smeared all over every inch of the corner, and the entire martial arts arena was no different from the ancient battlefield that had experienced a great war. This time, Elder Feng Lieshan personally went out and commanded a group of servants to clean up the martial arts arena, and at the same time announced the beginning of the last and most important part of the martial arts exercise.

As soon as he gave the order, the martial arts arena suddenly became chaotic, and all the temporary disciples squeezed towards the high platform, and Yinchen instinctively retreated when he saw the scene in front of him, and at the same time, a cold blue light appeared on his hands.

"Sister, shouldn't it be for us to fight with these temporary disciples?" asked Yinchen softly.

"How come?" Zhang Mengmeng gently stroked Yinchen's head and comforted: "This stage is called puzzle solving, which is the time when all temporary disciples can ask questions to us formal disciples and disciples, as long as it is a question about cultivation, but whether we want to answer it is another matter, and also, the best performance in the martial arts just now will be personally guided by the elder......

As Zhang Mengmeng was talking, he saw several female temporary disciples desperately trying to squeeze over here, but their physical strength was not as good as that of men, not only did they not squeeze over, but they were also touched by those male disciples a few times.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Mengmeng's big black eyes, and then he flew out and landed accurately in front of those female disciples, and without saying anything, he broke all the hands of the men who had touched those female disciples just now.

"The rules of the sect, the etiquette between men and women cannot be abolished, what did you do just now?!" Zhang Mengmeng's voice was cold and clear, and there was a murderous coercion all over his body, and the few male disciples who were taught could not do anything other than kneel down and beg for mercy.

This small episode did not affect the overall process of "solving doubts", more and more temporary disciples crowded in front of the high platform, and asked all kinds of questions to the "Venerable Adults" who rarely said a word, and even Yinchen himself was asked several times, Yinchen had a very shallow understanding of the exercises of the Demon Pavilion, and was not even as good as these temporary disciples, so he had to refuse all the questions, and in the end he couldn't stand the questions, and began to brag nonsense according to the knowledge of the undead attack magic.

[After 7 hours]

It was already completely dark, and Silver Dust was relieved to have dinner. At night, lonely men and widows are inevitably told something when they are in the same room, although Yinchen wants to be coquettish, but in the end he let Zhang Mengmeng leave first.

The servant brought the weapon he asked for in the morning, seventy-two Skybreakers, which were one of the most difficult hidden weapons to manipulate in the Demon Pavilion's "Weapon Spectrum", and its difficulty was not under the Meteor Hammer and the Flying Shovel. The reason why Yinchen chose this kind of heavy hidden weapon is simply because it can be tempered repeatedly, and the follow-up upgrade space is huge, and it can better cooperate with the "Remnant Soul Sutra".

At this moment, Silver Dust has turned the "Remnant Soul Sutra" to the last page, and the complete success of the plum blossom dart made him full of confidence, and he decided to use the most powerful and complex refining method in the "Remnant Soul Sutra" to refine a set of magic magic weapons for himself, although for mages, the staff is the most suitable weapon for them, but in this world, Silver Dust has no way to collect all the materials for making the staff, and no one has any enchantment schema to refer to, so he can only choose the ready-made "Remnant Soul Sutra" to refine a set of undead magic equipment.

Weapons are also necessary for a mage, and although the most powerful weapon for mages is spells, they will also encounter spells that cannot be used in time, and it is sometimes necessary to equip one or two weapons.

Silver Dust was fully prepared, he got off the bed, stood close to the edge of the bed, his feet apart, his hands drooping, the last page of the "Remnant Soul Sutra" was placed in the closest place to him, and the thirty-six Broken Sky Shuttles were lined up on the bed, just the distance that could be reached by reaching out. Silver Dust took a deep breath, calmed down, and then opened his mouth and shouted a spell:

"Gate of Bones!"

......

"Smack!"

“****！”

A heavy slap and a disdainful curse deeply pierced Zhang Mengmeng's heart, and the first talented woman of the Demon Pavilion looked at the man in front of her in a daze, wanting to get angry and kill, but she couldn't act at all.

"Liang Yunguang! You!" Zhang Mengmeng covered her hot and painful cheeks, looking at her companions who had been suffering together in the past, although the relationship between the three talents of the Demon Wei Pavilion was mostly a simple alliance of interests, but after a long time, there should be a trace of affection, right? Zhang Mengmeng actually knows very well in her heart, whether it is Wei Zhongxian or Liang Yunguang, they all have a little different thoughts about themselves, and Zhang Mengmeng has not promised any of them, and has been delayed until now, just because she herself doesn't know who to choose! In fact, from the subconscious, Zhang Mengmeng has already set the two of them as the only two candidates, and the others, even if the emperor of the empire comes, can't let her be tempted.