The little Tmall girl's face turned red and pointed at the temple cavalry commander and scolded.

The face of the Heavenly Oracle Si Si was slightly gloomy, and Aunt Qu Nimatti's eyes suddenly appeared angry, and she glared at the little girl and said in a cold voice: "There is no such thing as dignity!

Ji Zhihua took two steps forward, pulled the lynx girl back behind him, gave a salute to the big people above, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Auntie, this matter is related to the reputation of my ink pond garden, and Senior Brother Shi is buried on the meadow, can't we be allowed to talk?"

Qu Ni Ma Ti's wrinkled face showed a hint of disgust, and Yin Shen said: "The disciple of the dignified scholar saint can't even beat the horse thief, and he deserves to die if his skills are not as good as others." ”

For hundreds of years, the Moon Wheel Country and the Great River Country have been like fire and water because of the dispute over the Tianmu Forest region, and the large and small wars between the two sides do not know how many times, which can be called a generational blood feud: the Moon Wheel Country has a vast territory, and it is a prosperous place for Buddhism, and its strength is far above the Great River Country, especially in recent years, the relationship between the Xiling Temple and the Moon Wheel Royal Family has become increasingly good, if it were not for the close relationship between the Tang Empire and the Great River Country, maybe the army of monks of the Moon Wheel Country would have already set foot on the territory of the Great River Country.

As the sister of the lord of the Moon Wheel Country, Qu Nima is of course very hostile to the people of the Great River Country, and she has been coerced by the Yan camp for several months, the snatching of the hot spring and the difficult task of transporting grain and grass, and she has her shadow behind her, so she is unceremonious to these disciples of the Ink Pond Garden, and her words are very powerful.

The disciples of Mochi Yuan have been enduring the humiliation and framing of the Moon Wheel Country since they left Mogan Mountain in the Great River Country and came to the north of Yanbei, and now in the Wasteland Royal Court Tribe, at the meeting convened by the temple, the other party did not have the slightest sense of shame at all, and even spoke disrespectfully to the same door that had already died.

The sound of Qingming Sword dàng sounded, and more than ten slender Xiu Swords flashed with a chill, aiming at Aunt Qu Nima, at this moment, they had long forgotten how noble this old Fu man was.

Under the wide tent, the monks from the White Pagoda Temple of the Moon Wheel Country, seeing that these disciples of the Ink Pond Garden dared to draw their swords and face each other, they stood up angrily, and wanted to rush to the front of Aunt Qu Ni Ma Ti to protect: Qu Ni Ma Ti raised his old arm, signaling the ascetics not to move too much, and looked indifferently at the girls of the Great River Country in front of him and the swords in their hands, and the slightly drooping horns slowly cocked, looking extremely disdainful.

The council convened by the temple, where would these girls of the Great River Country be allowed to mess up, this aunt instead hoped in cold blood that the girls would be carried away by hatred, once they really dared to move their swords against their own people, then whether it was the people of the temple or the cultivators of various countries, they would use harsh means against them, and more importantly, in this way, even the general of the Tang Kingdom, who had always been silent, would not be convenient to interfere again.

Chu Zhihua clenched the Xiujian in his hand and glanced back.

There were many people like her, who all looked at that place: the bookworm Mo Shanshan still sat quietly in his chair, as if he had not heard Qu Nimati's humiliation of his sect, and did not seem to have any opinion on the matter on the meadow, as if he could not feel anything, and looked at his pure white dress with his eyes slightly down, as if he wanted to see the dirt mark as a lotus flower that had been detached from the dust: because of her silence, the atmosphere in the tent became more and more tense, and no one knew whether these girls of the Great River Country would be angry and angry in addition to being ashamed, so as to lead the consequences of uncontrollable zhì。

Sitting in the first place, the Lord of the Heavenly Oracle Division of the Divine Temple, his face became more and more gloomy, and a few drops of Lu Shui Cheng seemed to be condensed between his white eyebrows, and he had enough reasons to be dissatisfied with Qu Nimati and the disciples of the Ink Pond Garden, for example, he did not respect his own self, but he was just thinking about the relationship between the Ruling Division and the Moon Wheel, and he did not say a word.

The invisible string in the air became tighter and tighter, and the mockery and contempt in the old wrinkles on Qu Ni Mati's face became stronger and stronger, if the situation continued like this, it would still be those girls of the Great River Country who would be humiliated, but if the girls of the Great River Country really dared to defy the majesty of the temple and take action on their own, I don't know what kind of miserable end it would usher in.

"The eldest son once said, the truth is not clear, the more you argue, the clearer it is, no matter what the truth of the horse thief robbery is, but you must always listen to the opinions of both sides, you little girls too, talk well, what do you do with the sword in the sheath?

These words were even received, and there was a faint ridicule of Qu Ni Ma Ti's behavior and conversation, vaguely biased towards the disciples of Mochi Garden, and everyone in the tent couldn't help but make a slight commotion, but the person who said this was General Shu Cheng of the Tang Empire, so whether it was the temple seat or even Qu Ni Ma Ti himself, it was not easy to question it.

Qu Nimati snorted coldly, looked back at the good general and said in a cold voice: "I want to see what they can say." ”

With the gentleness and ability of a deacon, he took this opportunity to reprimand the junior sisters to retreat, then took a few steps forward, waved his hands and saluted, and carefully recounted what had happened up and down the meadow that day.

The same story, told from the mouths of different parties, has the same ending, but the process is diametrically opposed. In the words of Chen Bachi, the commander of the temple cavalry, the disciples of Mochi Yuan of the Great River Country are a group of incompetent, cowardly and warlike waste, who will lead to the destruction of grain and grass, and the Yan ** people have suffered heavy casualties, and in the story of Zhihua, the group of temple cavalry commanders on the meadow is cold-blooded, obviously watching the righteous path and the same people fall into death, but they refuse to help, until the final Mochi Yuan disciples will win the bloody battle, they rush down to snatch the military merits.

Zhi Zhihua cautiously did not point out Aunt Qu Nima, as well as the Lu Chenjia who was also present at the time, and the people of the White Pagoda Temple of the Heavenly Oracle Academy, but everyone in the audience knew what the temple cavalry had entered the wasteland for, and they couldn't help but change slightly, and the cultivators of the Southern Jin Dynasty and other countries and the people of the Tang Camp subconsciously glanced at Qu Nima, and their expressions were a little complicated: everyone believed that the story of the disciples of the Ink Pond Garden was true, because these girls had no reason, in order to shirk their responsibilities, they had offended all the people of the Temple Moon Wheel Country, and the grain and grass were destroyed, and they would not be punished too harshly, but if they offended these big people, who knows what trouble there will be。

Believe that it is the human heart, and there is no human heart in the world to this and things, what is important is the evidence, in addition to the evidence, that is the strength, the stronger the strength background of whom, the more powerful the words of whoever says: the Great River Country is weak and weak, although there is a book saint in the ink pond garden, but the book saint is just a guest of the temple, how can he fight against the temple and the moon wheel country? Sister Qu Nima stared coldly at the end of the story...... The return of the manghua ...... After a moment of silence. Suddenly, he laughed hoarsely and looked very gloomy: "I was also on the meadow that day, according to you, the temple cavalry did not participate in the battle in time, wouldn't it be the responsibility of the old body?

Ji Zhihua raised his head and looked at her quietly, his eyes were full of determination, and said: "The junior didn't know that my aunt was also on the meadow at that time, as for whether the temple cavalry didn't rescue in time and whether it had anything to do with my aunt, the junior naturally didn't know, whether there was any responsibility or not, it was all something that you need to judge yourself, aunt." ”

There was an uproar in the audience, no one thought that this female disciple of Ink Pond Garden would have the courage to point at Qu Nimati face to face, and some people faintly admired her courage.

Qu Nimati glared at Chu Zhihua and shouted angrily: "Huangkou Zhizhi is talking nonsense! In order to shirk responsibility, he dares to reverse black and white, and frame the temple and the old body! Auntie, I cherish the younger generation, I wanted to let you go, just punish you a little, but I didn't expect you to be so unscrupulous, then don't blame the old man for teaching you a lesson for your master!"

The lynx girl glared at her, and said without showing weakness: "You are still lying at such an old age, you are not ashamed!"

Qu Nimati laughed angrily and sat back in his chair, silent for nothing, just waiting for the final result.

The Heavenly Oracle Si Seat was silent, he stroked the snow-white hair on the top of his head, and sighed faintly in the depths of his heart, a little unhappy with the old fu beside him, and a little helpless with her.

The previous dispute between the two sides, the accusations of the disciples of Heichi Yuan were very measured, and they were only aimed at the cavalry of the Ruling Division, and did not involve Qu Nima Fu and the people of the Baita Temple of the Heavenly Oracle, and this old fu was not open, and she took the initiative to jump in, and she used this old face to force the temple to express her attitude If she decided to favor Mochi Yuan later, if she believed the girl's statement, she admitted that the respected Aunt Qu Nimati was greedy for life and afraid of death, and even had the malice of killing people with a knife.

Xiling Temple has a close relationship with Buddhism, and the unknown place hidden behind it has been communicated for thousands of years, although it is respected by the Daomen, but it is to support each other, in the world, the temple needs the sworn allegiance and worship of the Moon Wheel royal family, not to mention that now both sides can only recount the events of the day, there is no evidence, even if the disciples of Mochi Yuan come up with evidence, Lord Si is willing to punish the cavalry of the Ruling Division for the sake of superficial light and justice, but at this moment, in order to protect the old face of Aunt Qu Ni Mati, he can only choose to believe the statement of the commander.

"The hatred between the Moon Wheel Country and the Great River Country has accumulated so deeply?"

After thinking silently about the horses, the Lord of the Heavenly Oracle Division looked at the crowd in the field, and said calmly: "The peace agreement between the Central Plains and the royal court has been completed, although the batch of grain and grass has been destroyed, but it is not a big deal to think calmly, this seat will punish the disciples of the Ink Pond Garden to copy the Bright Sect three times, but when the previous dispute was over, the disciples of the Ink Pond Court accused the temple cavalry of being untruthful, and even more disrespectful to the elders, so you should sincerely apologize to your aunt." ”

After saying the results of his disposition, he glanced back at the Tang Army people sitting on the right hand.

General Shu Cheng was silent for a moment, feeling that such a light punishment was already a rare mercy in the temple, and after nodding, he looked at the girls of the Great River Country and said gently: "Disciple of Mochi Garden, if you want to take it, you must not be afraid of writing. ”

Qu Nima's face was still gloomy, it was obvious that she was very dissatisfied with the handling of the Heavenly Oracle Division, but she was also aware of the dark dispute between the three divisions of the Temple, and knew that the matter involved the cavalry of the Judgment Division, and the Heavenly Oracle Division would definitely not be too favoritous, so she remained silent, raised her head indifferently and waited for an apology.

Listening to the Heavenly Oracle Division's final handling opinions, the monks of Baita Temple didn't know what to think in their hearts, but like the disciples of the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion and others, they all thought that the Tang people were close to the Great River Country, and if the disciples of Mochi Yuan were bullied too much, they were afraid that they would bow and send more disputes, and now that the Tang Ying people were satisfied, they were relieved.

No one cared about the feelings of those girls in the Great River Country, they stood alone in a corner of the tent, still holding the Xiujian in their hands, but their eyes were full of anger and melancholy.

They had thought in advance that it would be impossible for the temple to deal with it, because the cathar army was originally the cavalry of the temple, but they didn't expect that the result of the temple's handling would be like this.

The result of the Heavenly Oracle Division's handling is very gentle in anyone's eyes, but these girls from the south are gentle and resolute, and what they care about is not the gentleness at all, but the black and white reversal behind the gentleness.

So they were angry.

However, in the face of the bright and majestic temple, in the face of the entire cultivation world, and in the face of the reality that everyone in the tent was relieved, what could they do?

So they were confused.

All the disciples of the Ink Pond Garden, including Zhihua, turned their heads and looked at Mo Shanshan, who was sitting silently in the chair.

Mo Shanshan slowly stood up and took a ride, there was no trace of affection on his indifferent face, and his red and thin mouth was pursed into a straight line, which looked extraordinarily strong, forming a sharp contrast with the soft black hair.

The dress poured down like flowing water, she stood in the flowing water, looked at the big people above, shook her head and said calmly: "Lord Sizao, I don't accept the result of this treatment. ”

At this time, many people were watching her, wondering what kind of statement she would make, according to the rumored bookworm's xingqing, people were not very worried, but they didn't expect that the rumored bookworm seemed to have a lot of changes with the real bookworm in front of her, and her response was so simple and awe-inspiring.

There was no argument about it, and there was no angry accusation, and from the beginning of the meeting, she was silent until the temple had reached the final result, and then she said softly that I don't accept it: since I don't accept it, then the previous qiē will wait as if it hadn't happened.

The expression of the Heavenly Oracle Division changed slightly, and his body leaned forward slightly to look at Moshan Mountain not far away, and a coercion was slowly released between the white and silver snow's beard, he had been waiting for this bookworm to show his attitude, but she had never had an attitude before, and at this time, he did not express his position until the results of all parties came to the ground, he could only think that this was a provocation to the dignity of the temple: "Mountain Lord, this seat respects you, I would like to know what your attitude is." ”

Mo Shanshan calmly looked at the seat and bowed slightly, and said: "My attitude is not to accept it, and neither I nor the tutor will accept the unfair results." ”

"Why bother to bring the Book Sage out to pick, even if he is here today, the old body will say the same. ”

Qu Nima stared at her fair cheeks with a slight cold gaze, and asked with a sympathetic mouth: "The mountain lord has the courage not to accept the results of the temple's treatment, does he think that the temple and me, an old man, are un......fair?" It is this aunt who is talking about himself, he himself is a very noble cultivator, but today he twice forced the room for conversation into nothingness, yin shen's words were like a cold sword piercing the other party's heart: everyone in the audience knew the nerd qing ya mu ne's xingqing, although her appearance had already surprised everyone before, but she thought that aunt qu ni mati actually threw the temple in front of her at this time, she should always be silent.

However, today's bookworm once again amazed everyone.

Mo Shanshan looked at the old fu man expressionlessly, and said calmly: "It's unfair for you to do things:"

Countless voices of cold air were heard in the tent.

The Heavenly Oracle Si Seat looked at her quietly and said, "Mountain Lord, if there is no evidence, you can't accuse the Temple of being unfair, this seat doesn't want to repair the book to Mogan Mountain, and please be cautious." ”

Mo Shanshan's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were scattered, as if looking into the distance, and said: "What I don't understand is why what I said with my fellow disciples in Mochi Yuan is not evidence, so why what they say is evidence?"

There was silence in the tent, and the bookworm's words pointed directly to the hearts of everyone, pointing out the most fundamental problem of today's matter, but whether words can become evidence has nothing to do with things, from multiplication to credible Cheng dù, only with who is speaking, the rich man and the beggar speak in court The effect is always different, everything is like this, so what can I do?

Qu Ni Ma Ti suddenly laughed, the laughter was hoarse and old, and after the laughter gradually subsided, she looked at Moshan Mountain not far away, and said with pride, contempt and ridicule: "Who in the world will believe that I, Dian Ni Ma Fu, will also tell lies?"

It's not who will believe it, but who will dare to believe it.

After being silent for a moment, the Heavenly Oracle Division looked at the disciples of all the countries in the market and asked, "Does anyone know where those horse thieves came from?

No one answered, because there were really no other cultivators passing through the meadow that day, and as for the group of horse thieves, there may have been those who escaped by luck, but how to find them in the reckless wasteland?

In the quiet tent, Mo Shanshan looked down at the tips of his shoes sticking out from under the hem of his skirt, and was silent for a long time, thinking about what someone in the carriage had said to him, the words about the tiger and the rabbit, the tiger and the tiger.

"I can accept the punishment of the temple, but I can't accept the previous statement that the cavalry commander of the temple said that my disciples of the Ink Pond Yuan are mediocre and incompetent, and they are cowardly and afraid of war, and even horse thieves dare not fight. ”

"I had been thinking about how I could prove my courage and ability:"

She flicked her fingertips, pulled out a very small saber from the waist of Ji Zhihua beside her, looked at the temple cavalry commander named Chen Bachi with an expressionless face, and said, "Although you are also a cultivator of the Cave Xuan Realm, I will not be bored enough to challenge you, because you are not qualified, so you don't have to worry:"

Mo Shanshan's eyes turned slightly, and Qu Nima, who fell into his friend, brushed the ugly old face that looked like a rice field after the drought, and said calmly: "Mo Shanshan, disciple of Mochi Garden, please teach my aunt." ”

As soon as the words fell, she placed the small saber horizontally in her palm, the edge downward, and her wrist was ready to cut it with force.

"Wait!"

The Heavenly Oracle Division and General Tang Guoshu were shocked and stood up in unison to stop them.

Dahe Country is deeply influenced by the Tang Dynasty, even the duel is used to the rules of Chang'an City, cutting the sleeve is to invite the duel, and the cutting of the palm is an endless life-and-death duel!

The people in the tent reacted a little slower than the two big men, and after seeing the intention of her action, they also stood up collectively in shock and the sound of a chair and stool collapsing.

Mo Shanshan sent an invitation to Aunt Qu Nimati to fight a duel, and it was a death match!

As we all know, one of the most famous of the world's three idiots among the younger generation of cultivators in Moshan Mountain is the master of the Dongxuan Upper Realm, but the name of the so-called Three Idiots, in addition to the cultivation realm, is also related to the appearance of these three women. But the object she wants to challenge today is Aunt Qu Nima, a long-famous Buddhist powerhouse!

Although she is a bookworm, no one is optimistic that she can fight for decades of vigorous cultivation of her predecessors: so everyone thinks that the bookworm is particularly beautiful today because of that will, and the beauty is thrilling: Qu Nimati looked at this junior coldly, and his hand as thin as an old tree held the chair hand, and slowly stood up: The Heavenly Oracle Division looked at Mo Shanshan, and angrily reprimanded: "What are you messing with! Don't you hurry up and put away the knife!"

Mo Shanshan didn't seem to hear what he was saying at all, and his right hand holding the hilt of the knife was slightly forced.

There was a chaotic sound outside the tent, and it was extremely noisy: when the curtain was lifted, Ning Que led the big black horse into the ride, and what he saw was the picture of Mo Shanshan holding a small horizontal hand and a knife in the palm of his hand. He was taken aback, and he didn't care that there were so many people in the tent, so he shouted angrily, "What are you messing with? ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him in the distance, slowly put down the knife in his hand, and said softly: "Apart from this method, I can't think of any other way to wash away the grievances of the dead fellow, because he is dead and will not speak anymore, and what I say seems to be heard by no one." ”

There was no expression on her face, as if she was talking about a short gossip in the family: however, in Ning Que's eyes, the girl standing there alone was obviously so fragile and sad.

A fragile sadness that only he could see.

In the audience, everyone followed Mo Shanshan's gaze and looked at the tent curtain worker, they looked at Ning Que's eyes full of curiosity and surprise, the heavenly oracle Si Zuo couldn't stop the bookworm, but this person said exactly the same sentence as Lord Si Zuo, and the bookworm obediently accepted the knife.

Next, the people in the tent noticed the trust in the bookworm's calm eyes, and noticed the dependence hidden in the eyes of the girls of the Great River Country, only to find that they seemed to be accustomed to pinning their hopes on this young man, and they couldn't help but suspect that they were even deeper.

When people saw the big black horse he was holding in his hand, they thought of those pictures on the racetrack of yesterday's conference, and they were even more shocked and speechless, thinking in their hearts, who is this young man this year? @.