Wang Mou was now sitting on the ground, panting helplessly, looking at Jia Cai who was standing there in the shape of a pen at this time, and said helplessly: "Made, I really didn't expect that there would be such an evil sect now, which can turn people into magic weapons, it is really an evil sect." ”

"This can also be understood, after all, isn't this kid claiming that he is the one who steals the Heavenly Gate, since he is the one who steals the Heavenly Gate, then it is understandable that there are some evil sect exercises, after all, didn't the ancestor who stole the Heavenly Gate back then claimed to dare to steal even the sky, and it is understandable that this guy can now be transformed into a machine spirit. Qian Shui was also tired at this time, sitting on the ground and regulating his breathing, which showed that the previous battle was also a small consumption for him.

In fact, in the last battle, except for Zhu Bi, all the consumption was not small, after all, Zhu Bi's identity really made Jia Cai scratch his head, and he didn't dare to have a hard fight with Zhu Bi during the battle.

"But, Lao Wang," Jia Nanxun sat on the ground tiredly at this time, looked at Wang Mou and said, "How did you come to the Confucian Temple, have you seen other people's plans." ”

When Wang Mou heard Jia Nanxun say this, he glanced at Jia Nanxun with some disdain. "You kid don't think that if I could see other people's schedules, I would still be here, either in the prison of the Middle-earth royal family, or I would have turned to ashes a long time ago. ”

"Forehead......" Jia Nanxun smiled a little embarrassedly, "Then how did you manage to know so accurately, Lao Wang, that they would definitely set up troops in the Confucian Temple, could it be that you are also a fortune teller like a saint." ”

"you, either you're just a guy who doesn't know how to learn, this kind of thing can be figured out by thinking about it. Wang Mou smiled, turned to the lack of money and said, "Yes, old Qian, I know you must know what this is all about." ”

I was also very curious about this matter and had insufficient money, so I was ready to listen to how Wang Mou could think of this matter at first, but when I suddenly heard Wang Mou ask myself, I was also a little confused, how could I know what the situation was.

But in front of Jia Nanxun, he didn't want to lose face because he didn't have enough money, so he pretended to know very well and nodded his head and said: "Ah, yes, this, isn't it that, that, yes, that, Lao Wang, I think you understand me, right." ”

Wang Mou couldn't help but smile when he saw the lack of money, and he was not ready to continue to tease the lack of money, so he explained this matter with a smile.

"Alas, old Qian, can you be lazy, you don't bother to think about it every time you have me by your side, and Jia Nanxun, you guy, this is actually very simple, come, let me ask you, what are the royal families of Middle-earth attacking Bailu Academy for?"

"For what?" Jia Nanxun looked at Wang Mou with a confused expression, not knowing what Wang Mou was talking about, but he had already thought of something at this time when he was short of money, and he looked like he suddenly realized.

Wang Mou knew that he knew that the money was insufficient as soon as he saw Wang Mou's appearance, and he laughed at Jia Nanxun and mocked: "Look at it, he already understands the old money, you kid doesn't understand, come and listen to me tell you carefully." ”

After speaking, Wang Mou told Jia Nanxun about his previous idea (see the first two chapters for details), and after speaking, Jia Nanxun suddenly realized it for a hundred years, patted his thigh and said.

"I'm going, why didn't I think of it? ”

Wang Mou glanced at Jia Nanxun helplessly. "Lao Jia, you're not sloppy, you're just a straw bag, and besides, can you slap your own thighs, don't shoot others?" Wang Mou said helplessly.

"Hehe, doesn't it hurt to shoot yourself?" Jia Nanxun also smiled awkwardly, but he did have a smug look on his face.

Wang Mou smiled slightly, but at this time, he seemed to have discovered something, turned to look at the statue of the saint with a kind face behind him, and didn't know why, Wang Mou suddenly smiled.

"That, friend behind the statue of the saint, shouldn't you come out, you should talk to us here for a long time, you should also talk to us, otherwise it will be embarrassing for us to talk here." ”

Hearing Wang Mou's words, everyone was shocked, hurriedly stood up, picked up the weapon he had just put down in his hand again, and looked at the statue of the saint with fierce eyes.

At this time, there were bursts of applause from the saint to the back, and a young man in a scholar's costume walked out while clapping his hands.

"Yes, yes, it's really good, it's worthy of being the former silver-faced Dharma King, and his observation ability is really not comparable to ordinary people. ”

Hearing this young scholar say this, Wang Mou did not panic at all, sat on the ground and responded with a smile.

"Hehe, the name of the silver-faced Dharma King is all in the past, my ancestor is an ordinary spirit realm, where can he be called a silver-faced Dharma King. ”

"Hahaha. The young scholar laughed twice, as if he had heard some very funny joke, "Brother Wang, you are really modest, I saw the battle just now from the beginning to the end, if I am not mistaken, you are the leader in this battle, if you say that ordinary is your joke, then I admit that this is the funniest joke I have heard in the past two years." ”

Wang Mou looked at this young scholar and said this, he also smiled evilly, stood up, and pointed at the young scholar with the Tianxing Sword in one hand and said.

"This brother, it's biased for you to say that, I have a more interesting joke here that you want to hear?"

"Oh?" The young scholar also did not refuse, looked at Wang Mou with a very interested look and said, "Why don't you come and listen?"

"Hehe, this joke is a person who has guarded the Confucian Temple for hundreds or even thousands of years, and finally found that he didn't even know that the treasure of the town sect was placed in the part of the Confucian Temple?" Wang Mou looked at the young scholar with a mocking expression, especially the smile that made the scholar feel very angry.

Hearing this, the young scholar was slightly convex, and suddenly opened the fan in his hand, and the previous elegance had completely turned into anger at this time, and he looked at Wang Mou and said viciously. "Do you really think you're still the same silver-faced Dharma King you used to be?"

"Hehe, of course I don't think I'm the silver-faced Dharma King I used to be, but you're not the son of a saint you used to be!" Wang Mou sneered, and the mockery in his eyes was unobstructed.

"You're looking for death!" The young scholar was completely enraged by Wang Mou's words, and with a flick of the paper fan in his hand, a strong wind flew towards Wang Mou.

Zhu Bi looked at this scene and wanted to block this blow for Wang Mou, but Wang Mou pressed Zhu Bi's shoulder with one hand, and he took a step forward directly.

"No!" Zhu Bi looked at Wang Mou in surprise, not knowing what Wang Mou was thinking, with Wang Mou's current physical state, if he wanted to collide with this gust of wind, he would be looking for death.

But a scene that everyone didn't expect appeared, this gust of wind dissipated without a trace the moment it touched Wang Mou.

Everyone was blinded when they saw this scene, such a situation really didn't make them expect, why did this gust of wind dissipate without a trace in front of Wang Mou, this is not scientific at all.

"This is impossible, what kind of magic have you used!" the young scholar shouted in surprise.

"Hehe, you dare to be so arrogant in front of the statue of a saint! Besides, if this is an evil technique, then what are you doing, deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors?" Wang Mou heard this young scholar say this, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward directly and approached several steps, and the young scholar was forced to retreat several steps back by Wang Mou's fearless momentum.

"Boy, no matter what evil art you use, you won't be able to escape death in the end!" The young scholar was now completely insane, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of strong winds slapped towards Wang Mou.

But the scene that made this young scholar collapse appeared, and these hundreds of strong winds that could cut gold stones dissipated in front of Wang Mou in this situation, which is equivalent to the attack that this young scholar sent out with great spiritual power but nothing in the end, which really responded to that sentence and slapped him lonely.

"Hehe, the moment you attack, you should know that all your attacks are ineffective. Wang Mou smiled slightly, and walked towards the young scholar step by step, the resolute look in his eyes did not change at all.

"Confucianism cultivates a little Haoran Qi, a thousand miles of fast wind, let me ask you, do you have a little Haoran, you can have a thousand miles of fast!"

"The scholar cultivates a heroic righteousness, and pays attention to a righteous spirit, what about you, betraying the teacher and judging the way, fornicating with outsiders, this is your heroic righteousness, is this your life's righteousness!"

"Just two words, disgusting!"

Wang Mou shouted at the scholar while walking towards the scholar, this sonorous and powerful tone, this deafening words, every sentence made this young scholar miss his hand.

"Get out, what reason do you have to teach me a lesson, learn literature and martial arts, what's wrong with the goods and the emperor's family?" This scholar was also unstable by Wang Mou's words, and while retreating, he retorted to Wang Mou, but no matter how he listened to these rebuttal words, he seemed to have some lust and introspection, and he was so unconfident when he listened.

"The goods are with the emperor's family, the emperor has no way, you also want the goods with him? The emperor is mediocre, you also want the goods with him? The emperor is tyrannical, and you want the goods with him? The scholar exists for heaven and earth, how can the word emperor be the same as the sky! You put the cart before the horse here and have the face to say this here! Heh, I have never seen such a brazen person who thinks of you. ”

After Wang Mou finished speaking, this scholar immediately felt a panic, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, his own strength was constantly declining.

"What's going on, what's going on?" the young scholar now has no trace of the elegance and easy-going he used to have, on the contrary, this young scholar looks very hideous and bloody because of the fact that he vomited a mouthful of blood before.

"Hehe, the Dao heart is unstable, and the heart is contrary to the avenue you are taking, will you not know such a simple truth?" The corners of Wang Mou's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a trace of disdain.

"No, no, no, no. The young scholar looked at the blood on his hands with a broken face, and his eyes became a little hollow. "It can't be, this can't be. ”

"There is nothing impossible about this, the Three Realms of the Heavenly Dao, what are the Three Realms of the Heavenly Dao? That is, you already have your own Dao, and you have the right to talk to the Dao of Heaven, and now you are ruining yourself, what you are doing is completely inconsistent with your Dao, how can you still talk to the Dao of Heaven, even if you don't fulfill your Dao, who else will fulfill your Dao. ”

Wang Mou looked at the young scholar and said coldly, with no emotion in his eyes.

Hearing Wang Mou say this, this young scholar went completely crazy, looked at Wang Mou with a hideous face, and said hideously: "You want to die, you have to die!"

(To be continued)