Qingxue Mansion.

South of the city.

In the alley, there is silence.

The sound of horses' hooves on the ground breaks the silence.

A flaming horse with a tail rode haughtily into the alley, and immediately sat a general in heavy armor.

The general waved his hand, and the sergeant behind him stepped forward and surrounded the small courtyard on the left.

The sergeants surrounded the small courtyard with a formation, activated the formation with the power of qi and blood, and suddenly the small courtyard was cut off from the outside world.

The people in the room found out that something was wrong, and shouted repeatedly: "There are officers and soldiers, go quickly!" ”

"I can't go!" The general wielded his sword.

The long-handled broadsword was raised high, and a silver light was slashed in mid-air.

The general's blood is steaming, and he should come from the battlefield, and killing people on the battlefield is the most labor-saving.

Qi and blood are attached to the blade, and there is half an inch of gangqi.

"Shhh

"Boom!"

There were two sounds, the general did not look back, and the knife was put on the horse.

Looking at the man who came out of the small courtyard, he looked up and saw only a ray of moonlight, and then the knife flashed, and the good head fell to the ground, and he didn't even feel pain when he was dying.

This is the battlefield general killing, there are no bells and whistles in swordsmanship, and there is no vision that resonates in the world.

Just pay attention to it, kill you!

Or be killed by you!

"Let's go, go to Guo Fujun's mansion, there is still a Lotus Sect nest there!"

The general threw the reins of his horse, and the horses galloped around the city, waking up many people who could not sleep.

Through the window, they saw the ironclad general outside, and they didn't even dare to show their heads.

It wasn't until the general walked by that someone spoke.

"This is the third one!"

"The fourth!"

"Obediently, what kind of monster can dispatch the Iron Floating Slaughter at the edge of the town!"

"Let's leave it alone, let's sleep well!"

"You can still sleep, it's such a mess outside!"

"Hey, what can you do if this world is chaotic or not, you and I are just a pauper, let's make do with it!"

At the gate of Guo Fujun's mansion, the four Iron Floating Figures rode flaming horses, surrounding the small mansion occupied by the Lotus Sect from the four corners.

They waited still.

The long street was empty, and suddenly a drunken Taoist priest appeared riding a gourd.

The Taoist priest looked at the steaming murderous aura on Tiefutu's body, and couldn't help but close his eyes: "Fierce, too fierce, who researched this thing!" ”

"Can make a three-grade and three-realm martial artist burst out of the strength of the three-grade and one-realm, and a few people will besiege it with the method of war, I'm afraid that the second-grade monks can't escape, if it is not too murderous, and the method of cultivating the Iron Floating Slaughter will not last long, this side of the demon barbarian, it's really not my big win opponent!"

Tiefutu is the method of training the troops left by the great victory Gaozu, with murderous spirit and blood, and with blood and armor, the armor of these people is afraid that they have killed more than 100 people.

According to royal rumors, 800 years ago, there was a general who once practiced a pair of 100,000 beheaded iron floats, and ordinary people would be tortured and crazy if they approached it.

If you want to wear it, you need at least second-grade strength.

There were rumors of the big win Taoist.

100,000 people will help each other, and the saint can be killed with two grades.

It's just that no one knows where the Tiefutu is, maybe it's just a rumor, maybe it's not a rumor.

When the Taoist priest came to the small courtyard, the gourd under him instantly became smaller.

He held the gourd, a little distressed, opened the lid of the gourd, and a burst of incense mist came out of it: "This is only half a stick of incense, half of the time of burnt incense, what happens in this small courtyard is within my enchantment, and it will not affect the surroundings!" ”

"Even, the little ants outside the small courtyard will not be killed!"

"Remember, the battle fluctuations should not be too large, otherwise the enchantment will not be able to hold on!"

No one answered, the Flamingo Horse's whole body burst into flames, and the blood on Tiefutu's body was even stronger, and there was a red mist floating in the air, and they walked into the small courtyard wrapped in the mist together.

The Taoist priest squatted at the door of the small courtyard: "Hey, why am I telling you this!" ”

"Iron Floating Slaughter, saving one life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, killing a hundred lives can become a blood sea floating slaughter, what kind of person is this thing!"

The Taoist priest looked up, and a ray of light flew out of the mist.

He pointed with one hand, a long sword flew out behind him, the Taoist priest stepped on the sword to the sky, and shouted in a panic: "Lao Tzu is a busy life, when I return to Beijing, we must blackmail the master for a drink!" ”

"Tap to hit, this enchantment can't stand the attack of the second grade!"

"Damn Lotus Sect, what the hell are you going to do, these masters are all sent out!"

The Taoist priest stood in mid-air, looking at the Longting Tower in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really lively, or people Confucian students can play, singing and dancing at every turn, which is like us, at every turn, we will purify all sentient beings and sacrifice for the world!" ”

A fist light exploded, and the Taoist priest was far away from that place, unable to rush over, seeing that the fist light was about to explode the surrounding houses.

He was in a hurry.

"Amitabha!" The golden light bowl in mid-air fell and covered the fist light, and only one light bloomed.

The punches and kills are all absorbed by the light bowl.

The Taoist priest sighed: "Old monk, you are finally here!" ”

At the gate of the small courtyard of the Lotus Sect, I don't know when a monk stood up: "Amitabha, the poor monk is here for all sentient beings!" ”

"What the state pastor promised, you don't need it, it's all ours!"

"Yes, yes!" The monk raised his head with a charitable smile on his face, and he looked at the side of Longting Lake with doubts on his face.

"You like to listen to music too?" The Taoist priest laughed at him.

The monk shook his head and replied truthfully: "The poor monk noticed that there are people there who are related to my Buddha!" Great fate! ”

"Hmph, everyone is related to the Buddha of your family! That's someone's cultural meeting, our task tonight is to guard this place, and the rest is the matter of the four Iron Floating Statues! ”

When the monk heard the name of Tiefutu, he also understood where the murderous aura in the mist came from, and folded his hands and recited a passage of the Buddhist scriptures: "Amitabha! ”

Heavy killings here.

Singing and dancing in the lake!

The Confucian scholars had joy on their faces and sang continuously.

The students of Yanbei Prefecture laughed wildly: "I, the Confucian student of Yanbei Prefecture, just made a slight move, and I have already reached the limit of the Dragon Boat Festival!" ”

"Ten poems, you only have one out of the county in Xiangzhou, five out of the county in my Yanbei Prefecture, and two out of the county!"

"Senior Brother Dong, I haven't started writing yet, presumably Senior Brother Dong, starting to write, it must be a poem of Dafu, maybe it will be Mingzhou!"

Dong Daru slowly stroked his beard, but the joy on his face had betrayed his heart: "Yanbei students should not be too proud, I believe that Xiangzhou students still have real materials, but there is no good inspiration for a while." ”

His words made the faces of Xiangzhou students even more gloomy.

Niu Ruxian was indignant: "The poem I just wrote is very good, but I don't have talent!" ”

"Lao Zhu, take out your poems and let them see them!"

Zhu Qianwen shook his head: "If you still take a fart, people can write Dafu poems if you show talents, and I'll be embarrassed to take them out!" ”

He turned his head and secretly looked back: "If you want me to say, only one person can save this situation!" ”

Zhou Dagu heard his words and did not look back.

His gaze was still outside, in the sky outside, in the occasional fireworks.

"There is a fate in the world, the two brothers don't have to force it!" He bowed his head and spoke, as if he were speaking to the two of them, and as if to himself.

The students were in an uproar, and Zhou Dagu followed everyone's gaze.

Dong Daru held a cyan brocade bag in his hand: "This is made by a friend of the old man, Qingyun bag." ”

"Don't look at this small pocket, in fact, there is a hidden universe inside, there can be a space half a zhang long, half a zhang wide, and half a zhang high!"

Zhou Dagu looked at this space pocket with a length, width and height of about one meter and a half, and his eyes were a little hot.

It's the must-have thing he's always wanted for on a monastic trip!

Dong Daru put the Qingyun bag on the table: "Today, let's take a lottery." ”

"Whoever can take the top spot in the Wenhui, this thing is his!"

Zhu Qianwen raised his hand and shouted: "There is also a poem!" ”

Niu Ruxian was puzzled: "Old Zhu, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?" ”

"It's a shame, put it first, that thing is a space pocket, it's worth more than 10,000 taels of gold, who can not be greedy!"