In the outer hall, Duan Mou sat in it with a gloomy face. In front of him, there was a woman with bewitching makeup, she was dressed in bright red clothes, and her willow waist was hidden in the jade belt, but she couldn't hide her graceful figure.

"Brother Duan, don't be serious." This woman is the blood ink envoy of the Mo Sect, her voice is a little long, and her eyes are hooked, staring directly at Duan Mou with a black face.

Duan Mou has never been close to women, even if the woman in front of him can be called a stunner in the world, he has no interest in it. Ren is she looked amorous there, and she didn't bother to look at it a few times, but snorted coldly: "There is something to say, the people of the East Pole Gate Huan do not welcome the Mo Sect, you know very well in your heart." ”

When the blood ink envoy heard this, he didn't get angry, but just cocked Erlang's legs, leaned on the mahogany chair, and said slowly: "Last night, Master Zhou and Brother Duan were majestic and joined hands to retreat from the enemy, which really stirred the concubine's heart. ”

Duan Mou glanced at her, although he didn't buy it at all, his heart trembled, it seemed that what happened in the East Pole Gate last night, Mo Zong already knew everything.

This Blood Ink Envoy and Duan Mou are also old acquaintances, and they don't care what Duan Mou is thinking, just paused, and muttered again: "But this demon is really powerful, it is rare to be able to fight with two masters in the dark, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat." The sect master remembered the friendship with the head of Zhou for so many years, so he naturally asked the concubine to come to visit on his behalf. ”

"Our head is safe and sound, what is there to visit?" The word demon has already declared that Mo Zong knows more than seven, seven, eight or eight. If his expression can kill, Duan Mou's expression when he said this may have made this Dongji Gate bleed.

"It's all under the roof of Los Angeles, why should Brother Duan see outside. The concubine was ordered to bring this head pill here, I heard that it has the effect of resurrecting the dead, the sect master is usually a baby, and he usually doesn't want us to take a look, today he endures the pain and cuts his love, let the concubine send it to the head of Zhou, and Brother Duan will accept it. If the head of Zhou is killed, this huge Los Angeles will be a little less lively. The Blood Ink Envoy had a flattering smile on his face, looking kind and lovely, but his words were mixed with countless viciousness, and the disciples of the Dongji Sect who were serving around him all looked sideways with resentment.

After the blood ink envoy finished speaking, she beckoned without looking back, and the maid behind her walked up to Duan Mou with a finely carved sandalwood box.

Duan Mou is usually irritable, but at this moment, he has to suppress his anger and pretend to be light-hearted. He looked at the eyes of the Blood Ink Envoy, as if he was fine, and even the tone of his voice eased a lot for a while, "There is the Labor Wind Sect Master's bother, although my Dongji Sect does not have a thousand-year history, but there is never a shortage of elixir treasures, this intention, the Blood Ink Envoy should take it back, go back one step earlier, and the Wind Sect Master's flesh will be less painful for a while." ”

Seeing that Duan Mou had given the order to expel the guest, the Blood Ink Envoy didn't want to be bored anymore, so he only waved his hand to the maid and signaled to leave. At the end, he smiled treacherously at Duan Mou and said, "Brother Duan, that concubine has no choice but to wish Master Zhou a recovery." ”

"No."

Duan Mou watched them go away, and Fu Chao on the side stepped forward: "Fourth Senior Uncle, this woman is too deceitful, why don't you deny that Master is in a coma." ”

"Mo Zong is not a good stubble, since she said so categorically about the third child's injury, she naturally has ironclad evidence in hand, not to see it with her own eyes, but also to find out, denying it seems that we are afraid." Duan Mou got up and paced to the door, looking at the direction where the Blood Ink Envoy had left, thinking about something.

"Fourth Uncle is wise." Fu Chao complimented him and stopped talking. The disciples in the door have never liked to have trouble with Duan Mou, they are always afraid that he will suddenly go crazy, and Fu Chao is the leader among the disciples, and it is impossible to be an exception, so he just wants to stay away.

"Fu Dynasty, the third child's injury must not be leaked, in recent days, you have ordered the disciples in the sect to be more vigilant, especially the spies of the Mo Sect, you must know that this layer of enchantment in the door is not safe, in front of the real master, it is all useless." Duan Mou suddenly called Fu Chao and commanded with a frown. At the end, I added another question: "How is the third child?" ”

Fu Chao got the order, and naturally agreed again and again, as the most legitimate successor of the future master, he accepted the orders of the division commander in full. The people of Mozong had already sent them away, and it stands to reason that the play was over, but in the face of Duan Mou's question, he didn't know for a while whether to tell the truth or continue to hide it, so he just lowered his head and said, "Master's body, it's better to ask the fourth senior uncle to take a look in person." ”

Hearing Fu Chao's inexplicable answer, Duan Mou glanced at him suspiciously, stopped speaking, turned around and went to Zhou Zong's mansion. He vaguely felt that there seemed to be something strange about this matter.

Duan Mou stood in front of Zhou Zongfang's door for a long time, his hands clenched into fists, and the green tendons on his head also stretched out.

Zhou Zong's hearty laughter came from time to time in the room, and a lively scene appeared in Duan Mou's mind. With just a few words of imagination, he guessed the matter nine times out of ten.

The door was pushed open by the wind with a "bang", and everyone in the room was dumbfounded.

"Okay, if you don't see you for an hour, don't come to Master Zhou!" Duan Mou stepped over the threshold with a gloomy face. Every time he took a step forward, Wu Qiufang in the room wanted to take a step back.

"Fourth, you came just in time, we are discussing how to cure Hou Mountain." Zhou Zong snorted, and couldn't help but talk about him left and right.

"Zhenghou Mountain?" Duan Mou was stunned, although the two factions were not in harmony, but the king had never seen the king, and Zhou Zong mentioned this name for no reason, which made Duan Mou confused.

Everyone knew that Duan Mou was still in the dark at this time, Lin Yun hurriedly recounted what had just happened, and Duan Mou's face was also clouded when he heard it.

"They didn't take the East Pole Gate seriously." Duan Mou took a sip, the verbal confrontation between Fang Cai and the Blood Ink Envoy had already made him hold his stomach, and the matter of Zhenghou Mountain added fuel to the fire, making it difficult for him to suppress the anger in his heart.

"It's not right, if there is a second type of people, I'm afraid that this Los Angeles will be destroyed." Zhou Zong's voice was raised. The first type of people can destroy the world, and the second type of people are enough to destroy a city.

"Hmph, the third type of people, bring a few elite disciples, what's there to be afraid of, I'll go directly and bring their heads here." Duan Mou let out a low sigh. Although he is usually irritable, he can be regarded as rough and fine, but today he is unusually going to kill someone, and it seems that he is really angry by the words of the blood ink envoy and Zhou Zong's fake sleep.

"What are you anxious about, don't startle the snake." Zhou Zong saw him scolding, and also shouted.

"It seems that Master Zhou has already planned well, what else is there to discuss with me." Duan Mou had already guessed Zhou Zong's plan at this moment, and sneered.

Zhou Zong didn't take care of it, so he had to be inferior, and he didn't dare to take the head of the shelf again, first he smiled, and then lowered his voice and said: "Fourth, you see how it is." ”

Zhou Zong was not in a hurry to say a countermeasure, but stood up, narrowed the distance between him and Duan Mou, and said: "Calculate their footsteps, they will enter the territory of Los Angeles in the near future, and they have been in the Qinglou Theater every day, how can they learn some essence, it is better to let him act in a play." ”

Without waiting for Duan Mou to ponder, He Wangshu scolded with a smile: "You say that things are going to be done, what are you talking about me?"

"It's not rough." was silent for too long, as if Xiong Junqi, who had long been absent, suddenly spoke, and stabbed He Wangshu's heart with a sharp stab.

"It's better than someone who has nothing but a sword." When did He Wangshu suffer a loss in the battle of words and tongues, and sneered at each other.

"The mystery of the sword, you know what." Xiong Junqi said coldly, and after that, he twisted his head, not wanting to have a stubble with He Wangshu again.

Although Qiu Fang has not been here for a long time, he has gradually gotten used to the appearance of the two of you, but he is puzzled, what kind of drama is he going to act.

Zhou Zong didn't pay attention to their verbal swords, and continued to say to Duan Mou: "The people of Zhenghou Mountain, it doesn't matter whether they are alive or not, since they dare to come and meddle in the affairs of Los Angeles, they must also be ready to come and go." It's just that what they have to do with the Mo Sect is the most important thing. ”

"Eighth Prince, Mo Zong, Zhenghou Mountain, I don't understand." Duan Mou didn't hide it, and bluntly expressed his confusion.

"It's so easy to figure out, where does the Mo Sect have a name in Los Angeles. So at this time, Zibu is not there, and he needs to be out of the horse. Zhou Zong said, and his eyes fell on He Wangshu.

"You will never forget me for all these things of stealing chickens and dogs." He Wangshu looked a little resentful, but everyone knew that he was afraid of snickering joy in his heart, after all, he was very energetic about anything interesting.

"So how do you do that?"

Duan Mou couldn't guess what Zhou Zong was thinking, and continued to inquire.

"Go put on a big show for them."

Before Zhou Zong could speak, He Wangshu replied first, looking at his evil smile, he must have made up his mind.

"Tell me about it." Duan Mou looked at him and said suspiciously, after all, He Wangshu often had some unexpected ideas in his head.

"Kid, do you want to learn skills?" He Wangshu sold a pass, turned his head and said to Qiu Fang, obviously he just wanted to play a game in his heart, but he had to pretend to be old-fashioned.

"Yes." Qiu Fang's words were very brief, and he couldn't guess He Wangshu's purpose at all.

"There is a young disciple who is obsessed with the way of the sword and does not cultivate the way of runes, and is ostracized in the East Pole Gate. One day, the brothers were bullying him again, and he finally couldn't help himself, rose up to kill the evil brothers, and became an outlaw. He Wangshu frowned and said, holding the folding fan and gesturing a few times in the air from time to time.

Qiu Fang listened attentively, and said that there was really such a thing in Dongjimen.

"Then under the pursuit of He Wangshu, the evil elder of the East Pole Gate, he fled into the dense forest with bruises, and happened to meet the enthusiastic Taoist priest who came down from Zhenghou Mountain. He Wangshu, who chased and killed all the way, rescued the seriously injured young man. ”

He Wangshu said happily, and Wu Qiufang also became more and more puzzled, this matter is obviously disgraceful, how can the tenth uncle still talk proudly. But when he saw that none of the uncles said anything, he had to bury his doubts in the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that everyone didn't interrupt themselves, He Wangshu of course confided in his clever plan.

"Then the Taoist priest of Zhenghou Mountain heard that he did not cultivate the Tao of the Fu Dao and respected the way of the sword, which was simply 'the value of life is to know it, and the four seas meet flesh and blood', so he didn't say much directly, and took the young man under his door and brought him into Los Angeles. Then, the young man discovered the truth about their collusion with the Mo Sect..."

Speaking of this, He Wangshu's voice stopped abruptly, he knew that there was no need to say more, and all the senior brothers and sisters also knew what would happen.

"Nonsense!" Duan Mou was the first to speak, but he also categorically rejected He Wangshu's proposal.

"What's the fuss?" He Wangshu replied reluctantly, and as soon as the words fell, he came to Qiufang's side in a few steps, pointed at him and said, "This matter, anyway, I can see it." ”

"Are all the people you who are recruiting Hou Mountain stupid?"

Xiong Junqi suddenly lost a cold arrow in the corner, he is the master who only cultivates the way of the sword and does not touch the way of runes, he is an outlier in the East Pole Gate, although everyone never says anything, but He Wangshu's words always make him a little unhappy.

"Dongjimen people, which one doesn't have a bunch of talismans in his pocket, but Qiufang doesn't need it, just this alone can fool them." He Wangshu raised his head and said confidently.

"Do you think he's up to the task?" Duan Mou raised his eyebrows and pointed to Qiu Fangdao.

"I think I can!"

Zhou Zong, who had been silent for a long time, had a smile on his face, and his words that were not happy or slow shocked everyone's hearts.