This old is crazy.

Xin Zhuo sighed, and said with a smile: "Let's talk about the Hehuan faction, I respect the Hehuan faction very much, and the disciples of the Hehuan faction are indeed all over the world, which not only alleviates the contradictions between the martial arts rivers and lakes, but also promotes the prosperity of the city."

However, the Spirit Sword Sect has also done a lot of practical things to eliminate evil and protect the way and punish the corrupt, which can be said to benefit the party.

Therefore, in terms of influence, the two are really indistinguishable.

Its Fengqing Villa, Xunyang Building, Taiyi Palace, Dry Life Gate, and Groove Gang Water Club are all the noble forces of the people who sit on one side and walk the way. It's all the scattered high-rollers over there, such as Li Wumian, who not only has tenderness in his chest, but has done everything he can to eliminate evil over the years, help the lonely people, and pay silently, how many people understand him?

Take a step back and say, all the heroes of the rivers and lakes are all heroes, well-known characters, which is not an admirable existence, if you have to talk about the high and low, I'm afraid no one can distinguish it, right? ”

As soon as these words came out, not only did they analyze the pros and cons, but they also praised the people present, which greatly satisfied the vanity of some people, and no one could pick out a single word.

The drunkard Li Wumian was stunned at first, although he then met the eyes cast around him, and sighed with emotion: "The great man of chivalry, what does it matter if he does something for the people, why do you need to tell others?" This little master is really a mistake, alas! ”

"Good!"

For a while, the applause was endless.

Even Jiang Hezhu, who has always been hostile to Xin Zhuo, and several sons also looked at each other: This guy is so good at talking.

Xin Zhuo coughed lightly and struck while the iron was hot: "Of course, there is still a certain saying about arranging seats in this way, and the number of good is ranked below, if there is no goodness in people's hearts, where is the word Shangxia?" What do you say?

Just like the Shuiyue Nunnery in the front row, the teachers and wives in the nunnery are all compassionate and enlightened monks who are universal in the world, starting and finishing well, and the unity of knowledge and action, which is admirable.

And the Spirit Sword Sect is second, the Spirit Sword Sect has more than 1,000 people, three years ago the flood in Pingzhou, donated 200,000 silver, 3,800 stones of porridge and grain, and the Sect went out together, it was really moving, and there was also the Hehuan Sect ......"

listed the past and good deeds of the major forces one by one, but some of them were actually recorded in the roster, and some were adapted from nonsense, and no one would break this kind of praise horizontally and vertically.

Finally, he made a point-to-point summary: "Of course, this is not a matter of superiority, but just how many good deeds, there should be this seat, good and young people still need to work hard, work hard, and naturally be respected, can you accept it?"

The audience was a little quieter.

Then everyone became serious, this seat sounded very reasonable, this little master has kindness and principles in his heart, and there is something in his words, at least in public, people can't find fault with it, and they can't refute it.

So they hugged their fists one after another: "I am willing to listen to the little master's arrangement!"

Qin Yuliu, Li Fuzi and the others, who had been watching lightly, glanced at each other, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, this kid has a few brushes.

Hui Ruqing also looked at Mrs. Pujing: "Master, what do you think of what this little thief said?"

Master Pujing's face was inexplicably a little complicated, a kind of incomprehensible complexity, which seemed to have nothing to do with Xin Zhuo's listing of Shuiyue Nunnery as the first good, and sighed lightly: "It's a thief with a gully and a good heart, but you know that Shuiyue Nunnery can't keep your vulgar heart, but you still have to stay away from him in the future, otherwise I'm afraid you will end up sad."

"Why?" Hui Ruqing was very puzzled.

At this time, Xin Zhuo had already returned to his seat, picked up the tea and took a sip.

Behind him, Bai Xuanji, Helian Sheng and other students looked at their masters blankly, this arrangement seemed reasonable, but in fact, it was ......

When you think about it, it seems like nothing has been said.

"How did the master do it, this statement ......" Li Xiyue was a little puzzled, which broke her consistent cognition.

Xin Zhuo looked back at the students, and said seriously: "The rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing, the rivers and lakes are about the sophistication of human feelings."

Is it sophisticated?

The whole crowd fell into deep thought.

"Hum—"

At this moment, a slight whistling sound sounded in the air, and a stone tablet that was a few feet long, one meter wide, and five feet thick suddenly fell into the stone steps in front of it.

Everyone present couldn't help but be awe-struck in their hearts, and subconsciously looked around.

This method of taking things in the air and manipulating them in the air is at least the means of the four-grade small grandmaster realm, and looking at its stable and abrupt state, I am afraid that the realm is even higher.

It's really mysterious!

But after thinking about it, they all set their eyes on the stone tablet.

The wordless monument has arrived!

It is indeed a wordless stele, gray throughout, exuding gray spots of old stones, and there is nothing on it, if there is anything, it is only full of dust traces.

But if you look closely at the dust, there seem to be some strange and mysterious ravines.

These lines are very difficult to understand and illusory, at first glance there is, carefully look at nothing, after a long time to see there is, in the blink of an eye and there is nothing.

This is too virtual outline!

An extremely clever method of keeping things and lettering that can only be done at least in the realm of great grandmasters.

Judging from the age of this stele, I am afraid that it is at least 500 years old.

More than 500 years of unschooled ......

That's obsessive enough.

The room was soon silent, and there was no sound of nearly two hundred people, except for breathing.

Then there were ripples in the air, which were the traces of the true qi out of the body.

Xin Zhuo was also staring at the wordless tablet seriously, he himself had no contact with anything too ill outlined, but at this look, he couldn't help but explode his scalp and his heart beat faster.

Because of the ravines on the stone tablet, the overall trend, a human face faintly emerged, this face may not be cared about by others, but he cares.

Because this face is the dead grandfather Xin Aotian!

The face of the dead grandfather is on the wordless tablet? This is strange enough, and what is even stranger is that there are faint traces of a well in the middle.

Mochizuki Well!

It's about his affection, his life, and all his dependence!

How does this not shock him?

……

Three hundred meters away from the East Corner Courtyard, there is a hidden attic on the top floor.

It's small and poorly decorated, with only two futons and a bookcase, and the air smells faintly rotten.

"How?"

The old man sitting in the corner, dressed in a gray, washed white robe, with an old face full of wrinkles, opened his eyes at this time, a pair of cloudy old eyes, as deep as a pool of eternity.

"It's too illusory, looming the appearance of Xin Aotian and the shadow of the well, others can't see it, so you can't hide it."

The person who answered was an old nun in a torn patched robe, with a hunched waist, an old, hoarse voice, and an even more aged appearance, and her right hand, which was covered with age spots, was drawing something on the wall.

But she painted it, but there was nothing on the wall.

"What do you mean by that well?"

"Back then, the immortal servant sat down and passed the word to the young boy, the well was dug by you and me, and the dragon qi Taijia position of the Fulong Mountain Range was penetrated to release the bad luck of the Great Zhou Fulong and protect the peace of the Great Zhou.

“…… The thief pollutes it with filthy breath and bloody thoughts, and these two things are the most greedy for bad luck, which is the meaning of the title. ”

"But the well disappeared suddenly, and the originally dull little thief became brilliant, understanding, and sophisticated, but in two months, from the mortal womb of the flesh, breaking through the realm of the seven grades, creating water out of nothing, and creating his own martial arts against the sky, what is the solution?"

"The old man is also extremely puzzling about this matter."

The old man, with a pair of cloudy and deep eyes, looked at the sky, and muttered to himself for a long time, "The well of bad luck has disappeared, and the stupid person has suddenly become smart and outstanding, I am afraid that it is the bad luck dragon qi infused into the body, the demon is born, and the Great Zhou is unlucky!" ”

“……”

Lao Ni was silent for a long time, waving his old hand, and ink paintings suddenly appeared on the surrounding walls.

It was the disappearance of Mochizuki Well, the portrait of Xin Zhuo, facing a thousand catchers, competing with a group of headhunters, defeating Xu University students and Mr. studious, catching the four masters, entering Fufeng Mansion at night, and charging with a single gun......

And so on.

The old nun suddenly turned around: "What should this son do?" Does the Master have a plan? ”

The old man was silent for a long time: "The martial arts on the wordless tablet is the study of the founding of the sect, the old man has been enlightened for thirty years and cannot be broken, when he tries Xin Zhuo's anti-heaven understanding, can he crack it?"

"What happens after it breaks?"