As soon as Ding Chengli's words fell, a catastrophe fire surged in his palm, and in an instant, the two clouds of robbery ashes were respectively imprinted on the gold tile, both of which were the color of black gold and reproduced the shape of a monk.

When the two pieces of gold tiles shook in the air, there was a faint cloud qi immediately, and two demon monks with vague figures slowly emerged, and they were extremely respectful to Ding Chengli.

Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao glanced at each other, and the same thought came to their hearts: "Although these two demon monks formed by the aggregation of cloud qi have a fluttering body, and there is no golden thread to outline the outline, but how similar they are to the cloud snake and mist tiger on the red gold knife, I can't say that the snake and the tiger are also imprinted!"

"A treasure like the Red Gold Sword, which can rival a Second Realm cultivator and prosper a family, is just a tile that can be refined at the fingertips of a true supernatural powerhouse!"

At this moment, even Wei Bao knew that something was wrong, and realized that the master of the Baiyun Palace in front of him was a great enemy that he and Engong were unable to resist together.

In a flash, his eyes froze, and for the first time, he disobeyed Qi Jingzhi's intentions, and stood in front of the young man without retreating, his lips moving and whispering, "Engong, go away!"

After that, this Wei clan's lone seedling was about to pounce on Ding Chengli, but before he took one foot, he felt that his back was tight, and the whole person had been pulled backwards off the ground.

Wei Bao showed a stunned look on his face, and he heard the young man next to him say categorically: "It's just that others are in front of me, but you can't!"

Saying this, Qi Jingzhifu lowered his voice again and said, "It's not time to fight hard, and the sky is falling from a tall man!"

As he spoke, several golden silk threads quietly drilled out of Qi Jingzhi's fingertips with the help of the cover of Wei Bao's body, coiled together on the smoky background of his right palm, and weaved a copper coin shape with an outer circle and an inner square.

This copper coin is shining with gold, and there is a four-character inscription on the blank space on the money that is slowly outlined: "Fight against the army."

Qi Jing flipped his palm, and there was also a gold and copper coin on the back of his hand that was rapidly forming, and the inscription was also four words: "Eliminate the evil and go to the disaster."

If these two gold thread copper coins embroidered on the Yanxia feather coat are combined, it is the five-baht army money that General Zuo gave to Qian Xiaoren at the beginning, which is known as the best way to ward off evil and cause good luck.

Although these two five-baht military money with their own side are just hastily weaved, no matter the shape and spirit are not enough, and there is no military power inside, but it is also made of gold, and it is integrated by Qi Jingzhi into his own knife intent of "angry cranes in the sky, sincere and not bullying", so as soon as it is formed, there is a faint sense of sharpness.

Seeing that it seemed to have some results, Qi Jingzhi's mind came alive, thinking about whether to continue to try the rest of the copper coin styles seen from Qian Xiaoren, and also get a money string out, or try Ding Chengyuan's Big Dipper.

Now that I think about it, An Fenghou, who seems to be holding a pearl of wisdom and only waiting for the willing person to take the bait, is in this place full of gold, and these two patterns are embroidered with gold thread on his robe, which is absolutely impossible to do at will.

Wei Bao and the two gold thread copper coins were close at hand, but he didn't understand the method of cultivation, and he didn't perceive the strange changes behind him, but he just listened to Qi Jing's words, and it seemed that there would be reinforcements coming, so he no longer acted rashly.

A little farther away, Ding Chengli didn't seem to see the actions of the two from beginning to end, and was still looking at the two demon monk golden tiles by himself, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

He nodded in satisfaction, then waved the sleeve of his robe again, and exclaimed, "Go!"

The two golden tiles immediately soared up, shook in the air, and quickly spread out.

For a while, I saw the brilliant golden light covering the sky, and the towering tile shadow covering the ground, sealing the big hole leading to the Yellow Spring tightly.

In a blink of an eye, the big cave disappeared, the dome was closed as before, and the two golden tiles and the phantom of the demon monk also disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace of it.

After making this shocking move, Ding Chengli smiled at Qi Jingzhi, and said in a flat tone: "The so-called ignorant are not to blame, Qi Zhizhi burned one or two tiles carelessly, it is really not a big deal."

"It's just that now that the tile ghost mu god has returned to its place, and the old house is stronger than before, if there is any more damage, Qi Zhishi will not be able to get such a good face!"

Ding Chengli paused,

Suddenly, he looked up at the sky, and his laughter showed the old man: "My brother has been watching for a long time, I don't know if my younger brother's bricklaying skills can still be seen?"

"Huh! It's really a good craft!" When the words fell, someone in the sky immediately answered.

Anfeng Hou Ding Chengyuan showed his figure, his clothes danced in the wind, and his body was full of gold embroidery.

He looked at his cousin condescendingly, with a grim expression and a fierce gaze: "Why has my brother never heard that there are still hundreds of lowly industries taught in the scripture hall of this Baiyun Palace?"

Seeing this, Wei Bao's expression was relieved, and he knew that this Marquis of An Feng should be a tall man who could hold up to the sky in the mouth of Engong.

Qi Jingzhi was not surprised, when he was fiddling with the golden qi between heaven and earth, he faintly sensed that the scattered and ownerless golden qi was faintly flowing in two directions.

One is where Ding Chengli, the master of the Baiyun Palace, stands, and pours into the Xuanjin Tribulation to make firewood, and the other is located in the firmament, and it is obviously above the golden tile and the Huangquan Cave.

When Ding Chengyuan appeared, the direction of the flow of the latter golden qi became more and more clear, and it was the golden embroidery on his black robe.

It's just that this An Fenghou said a few words, and the gorgeous robe that was originally embroidered with gold on a black background looked more like black lines on a gold background.

"Brother's words are wrong! Don't you hear that there are six jobs in the country, and one of the hundred workers lives in it?"

Ding Chengli, the master of the White Cloud Palace, looked up at his brother An Fenghou, with a faint smile on his face.

"Sitting and talking, it is called a prince; Do and do, called a scholar; Judging the curved surface, in order to distinguish the five materials, to distinguish the people's tools, it is called a hundred craftsmen......

"Through the treasures of the Quartet, it is called business travel; Strive to grow the wealth of the land, called the farmer; Treating silk and hemp is called women's skill."

"Hundreds of workers are in the sixth position, which is related to the daily needs of the people, how can it be called a cheap industry?"

Hearing this, Ding Chengyuan, Marquis of Anfeng, immediately snorted, shook his head and said, "Since there is a difference between the six positions, it is already a distinction between the noble and the lowly!"

"Speaking of this, when my father named you Chengli, he wanted you to know the etiquette law, keep respect and humility, and know how to advance and retreat, but it is definitely not for you to make friends with bandits, accumulate the dead, and gather people to make trouble!"

"The master of the scripture hall of the Baiyun Palace must have insight into the classics, laws, rituals, norms, taboos, and rituals, and must not be a person who is wise and pure!"

Speaking of this, Marquis An Feng groaned for a moment before continuing, "Since you want to be a mason, take off your divine robe yourself and move back to the craftsman's house in the Hou Mansion!"

His tone was very natural, and he didn't take Ding Chengli, the great cultivator of the fourth realm, into account.

When Ding Chengli heard this, his face showed a slight look of surprise, and he immediately bowed slightly, lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, and said, "I didn't expect that the matter has come to this point, and my brother is willing to leave a way for my younger brother to live, Chengli is very grateful to him!"

He paused, straightened his back again, looked at An Fenghou who was standing in the sky again, and said, "It's just that what the elder brother just said, the younger brother really doesn't dare to agree! When it comes to this ritual word, as far as my Holy Jiang Gate Court is concerned, it is nothing more than worshipping the Holy Way!"

"All the works of the saints are the works of the saints! The shimmering gold is the blade, the concrete is the tool, the car is used to travel on land, and the boat is used to travel the water, all of which are made by the saints. Heaven and earth have air, materials have beauty, and work is coincidental, and then it can be good."

"Even the princes and scholars also need hundreds of workers to build the city, build the capital, build the temple of the Shejizong, build the palace room, the car and the equipment, and this winter lawsuit is also empty!"

Ding Chengli paused, his expression became more and more solemn, and his voice turned sonorous: "Brother regards all kinds of labor as cheap work, this is disrespectful to the Holy Way, forgetting the ancestors, and being disobedient!"

"Winter lawsuit?"

An Fenghou, who was reprimanded as "rude" by his younger brother, did not get angry, but just shook his head and sneered: "Ding Chengli, the ancestor of my Jiang surnamed Ding, Ding Gong, in ancient times, held 2,000 Geshi and 100 Tiger Ben, Jing was embarrassed and chaotic, there was no grievance, and the official name was Hu Ben!"

"Our family's lineage has been in the Great Qi since entering the Great Qi, ruling the East China Sea in Geshi Town, and he is also a feudal monarch for many generations, and he is also the marquis in charge of the army!"

"Although you have not been in charge of the army, you are also the subordinate priest of the god of Siqiu, and you should pay homage to the way of golden punishment, but here you open your mouth and shut your mouth as a winter official, and you have the face to accuse this Hou Shudian

Forget your ancestors?"

Hearing this, Ding Chengli, the master of the White Cloud Palace, laughed suddenly, and at the same time, countless black dust rose up on the frost-white divine robe, but it did not disappear and hide, but gathered towards his palm.

"If you talk about your ancestors, my brother has always been erudite, and he should know that the word "Ding" was engraved in the shape of a copper ingot in the oracle bone books of ancient times, because the ancestors and sages who created a thing would use gold and wood as Ding to attach it!"

"Our "Ding" is a tool for creation, and we don't want to be winter officials, hundreds of workers, and seek benefits for the world's man-made things, but we are bent on killing and killing, how absurd!"

As he spoke, the black dust on Ding Chengli's body had all hung in his palm and gathered into a ball.

His face has not changed, he is still old, and he has never shown his bald head, and even the frost-white robe he was wearing has not changed its style, except that the color has changed to pure black.

At the same time, the Baiyun Palace Prison Courtyard lying on the ground suddenly snorted, and black dust began to float out of his body.

These strange things that saved him from the misfortune of blood and flame burning were also like birds flying into the forest, flying towards Ding Chengli's palm.

However, in the blink of an eye, the Baiyun Palace Prison that was originally a Dao bone fairy wind turned into a black-clothed monk, except for his shiny head, he still looked good, and even younger, but his breath was dying, and his face no longer had the previous flying look, but showed a bit of morbid handsomeness.

"Oh, the little brother almost forgot, the elder brother doesn't like to kill people, he only likes to carry a rod and fish!"

Ding Chengli didn't look at the black-clothed monk on the ground, his eyes never left An Fenghou who was standing in the air, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

"Back then, my brother refused to learn the "Tiger Sutra" handed down by Ding's descendants, saying that he admired King Wucheng and had to practice the "Fishing Chapter". My father was so entangled by you that he couldn't do anything, so he had to go to the capital in person and ask the lord of the country for the secret book of the Demon Suppression Academy."

"The elder brother was overjoyed, and couldn't help but leak his mouth in front of the younger brother, saying that he insisted on learning the "Fishing Chapter", firstly, because he liked fishing, and secondly, he felt that the word "Ding" was a horizontal and vertical hook, which was clearly a pair of fishing rods, and said that his fishing skills in the future may not be worse than that of the legendary ancestor......

Speaking of this, Ding Chengli's smile became more and more presumptuous, and he pointed to the golden pillar of the Marquis of Anfeng's Mansion in the distance: "Regardless of the ancient style of the T-character, now it is indeed a horizontal and vertical hook for writing."

"However, my brother prefers to fish with a straight hook, which means that he doesn't even want the last hook, regardless of the ancient or modern style, the shape and meaning of this word have been lost. If you want to say that you forget your ancestors, the little brother is ashamed!"

As soon as he said that, black smoke and dust suddenly poured out from the void around Ding Chengli, swirling and flying around his body, and constantly merging into his palm.

"Ding Chengli, the golden tiles you have placed all over the city rely on this kind of thing to cover your aura, right? Oh, and those demon monks and dead soldiers under your hands, once they don't have this thing, they will only die faster!"

An Fenghou, who was standing in the sky, looked around the city, and heard the sound of killing everywhere again, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he still did not have the intention of stopping Ding Chengli, and let his cousin continue to gather those strange black dust.

At this moment, Ding Chengli was wrapped in seemingly endless black smoke, but when he heard the words, he laughed loudly: "Since they have become dead soldiers, they should go to the soup and die without spinning!" If tonight's deeds are accomplished, everyone will have to be a golden tile ghost god!"

When he said this, he suddenly changed his words: "Speaking of the golden tiles of the younger brother, does the elder brother know that most of the houses in this world are made of wood, and there is more of the air of pine and cypress in the wood? If the wood gas is discharged, pine trees are likely to grow in the cracks of the roof tiles. When my father renovated the Bihan Pavilion, he specially invited a master craftsman known as "Wabi Busheng Vasong".

"When my younger brother heard about it, he was curious and asked him to take me to see it. It's a pity that my brother was busy catching earthworms in the wet mud after the rain, so he refused to agree."

"I had no choice but to climb to the top of the pavilion alone to peek, and sure enough, I saw that the master was like a tooth, and there was no room for hair, and it was so beautiful that I couldn't see enough! In the decades that followed, there was indeed no vasson on the top of the Pyhan Pavilion."

"It was also from that day that the younger brother gradually realized that those seem to be amazing

There is also a great way between the tiles of the eye!"

Hearing this, Anfeng Hou Ding Chengyuan's face couldn't help but show a look of remembrance: "You invited your brother to watch the bricklayer do the work, I really can't remember it at this moment. But when it comes to catching earthworms, it was when I caught earthworms in the mud after the rain that I had an epiphany, and I realized my heart!"

"My brother thought at the time that earthworms would climb to the ground on their own after heavy rain, which is the nature of their generation and the principle of nature, if they can make good use of it, they can do nothing without fishing, even if I throw a straight hook into the water!"

Ding Chengyuan paused, and suddenly smiled dumbly: "I just didn't expect that you and my brother parted ways, and it came from a few earthworms and a few roof tiles from my childhood!"

He shook his head and said in a deep voice, "When I think back to the old days, I know that the family is prosperous, and the first thing is to win souls! The bloodline is passed down and the ancestors become the law, and the mediocre people regard it as a shortcut, and the wise people as a shortcut, but one day it will become a shackle cage."

"As long as the Tiger Ben clan does not lose his duty, whether it is the Tiger Sutra or anything else, it doesn't matter to my Ding clan. Rather than clinging to the remnants and resting on their laurels like the Cui clan in Yecheng, so that the bloodline is rigid and subject to a few fish spirits, I would rather have a few more people like you and me who have forgotten their ancestors in the future generations."

In the end, the corners of An Fenghou's mouth hooked, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Ding Chengli, as long as you are restrained, you will be arrested, and you will be guilty when I enter the country, and I will reveal the details and details of that Laoshizi Dahei Mingshen, and ensure that you will not die for my brother! In the future, whether you return to the Ding clan or don't open a line, it's up to you to decide!"