In the main hall of the town's main official mansion, the Taoist priest with a peach wood sword on his back sat in the main seat and drank tea, looking at the chief official who was bowing down to the side and serving, smiling proudly.

In the Taoist temple, he is only a big disciple, and he is still pressed by the master and uncle of the temple on his head, and he can only restrain his temperament and strive to be innocent on weekdays, but in this small town, no one can discipline him.

He was a monk and was about to become a Taoist orthodox.

It's okay to be rampant.

Placing the teacup on the table, there was a sound that was neither light nor heavy, which made the chief official in the hall cheer up and diligently lift the teapot to add tea.

The chief official is pampered on weekdays, only he gives orders to others, and today he serves others, and he has a different mind in his heart, L Seven people know that being an official is not as good as being a monk, and his life is short and his strength is weak, how can he have that kind of great power like a monk, but because officials can't practice this rule, I can only think about it in my heart, maybe this was the case in the past, but today is completely different, as long as he pleases this Taoist, maybe he will be taken into the Taoist sect to practice.

The orthodoxy of the Daomen dominates the world, and the emperor's rules are not rules.

This chief officer who wanted to become a monk had been thinking about it for a long time, so when the Taoist priest approached him and asked him to set up a bureau, he agreed without hesitation.

Sword cultivation has always been in a strange state in Qingyuan, on the one hand, it is a place to stand, and on the other hand, it is that they all want to covet the sword cultivation bounty.

Therefore, there is no shortage of officials who use the rules of the court to harm sword cultivation, and the reason is in their hands, if those sword cultivators still want to pass on in Qingyuan, they must consider themselves unlucky.

Thinking of this, the chief officer put down the teapot in his hand, raised his foot and moved it to the Taoist priest's side, and said softly: "Daoist Mo Xin, if that sword cultivator obeys my Qingyuan law, he must be already on the way to press and send now, and after the matter is completed, I don't know the ...... of the lower official's cultivation."

Mo Xin took a sip of tea without hurry, looked at the green tea leaves in the teacup, and said warmly: "You can rest assured, when Xiaodao takes off that sword, it will naturally take you into the Dao Gate, and the cultivation avenue is just around the corner." ”

After receiving the promise, the joy on the chief officer's face became more and more intense, thinking that if he became a monk in the future, after obtaining that group of heavenly mana, he would definitely make the enemies of the past officialdom look good, and when the time came, it would be so pleasant to see them kneeling on the ground and begging for themselves.

There are no more joys in life.

Mo Xin's brows stretched, as if the tea leaves in the cup were a great thing, in fact, from the beginning of entering the main hall, his mind was not on the chief official, for him, the chief official was just a villain, if he was brought into the Dao Gate, I was afraid that it would dirty his reputation, he was already seventy or eighty years old, and he still thought about cultivating the Tao, because what kind of monk did not start cultivating from a young age, even so, he still stopped at the realm of Xingqi and could not break through.

He has always thought of himself as a genius, and he broke through to refining at this age, even if he is orthodox in the Daomen, he can barely be regarded as a character, but it is a pity that the cultivation method has not been right, if it is changed to a more suitable cultivation method, it must be easier to break through the realm, maybe there will be another chance to chase that kind of immortal realm, lying high in the clouds, that is really amazing.

The Taoist temple did not have the cultivation method he wanted, but he knew that the Taoist sect was unified.

That's why he came here to kill people and get swords, and used this method to return to orthodoxy.

And that's not all.

He also thought that only if he himself entered the orthodoxy, it would be best to get the favor of that Dao sect master.

How?

Of course, he personally dedicated the sword to the Dao Sect Master, so it was difficult to think about it.

Mo Xin thought about these things, and a faint smile appeared on his face, feeling that even the goosebump-haired chief officer looked a lot better.

Putting down the tea bowl and sitting up from the chair, Mo Xin walked out of the main hall without hurry, if he was right, when he went out, he could see Xu Baichuan who was pressed by the head.

Those sword cultivators have always been so stupid, ordinary mountain and wild cultivators can rebel against the government, and they are the worst pressed.

Sword cultivation is the strongest? However, in Mo Xin's opinion, this is a group of martial artists who only have muscles but no brains, why is there any threat.

He even thought that if one day, he became the leader of the Daomen, he would definitely destroy these swords and completely bring the Qingyuan Kingdom under the rule of the Daomen.

It's just that the premise of all this is that killing people and seizing swords has become orthodox in the Daomen.

After walking a few steps, the scene he saw was a little unexpected, Jian Xiu was not pressed back, but instead ordered the past to catch quickly and bring injuries one by one, the worst of which was the head catcher, his body was covered with large and small wounds, and the blood stained his whole body, looking hideous and terrifying, but he was not dead, there were many wounds on his body, and he only suffered more swords, none of which were fatal, but Xu Baichuan wanted them to suffer some hardship.

The chief officer hurriedly ran over from the main hall, and was shocked when he saw this kind of scene, Xu Baichuan did not come with him, which means that he has no relationship with cultivation, this is an unbearable thing, the chief officer scolded angrily with a black face.

"The court raised you to eat dry food? can't even catch a sword cultivator, the law is in hand, and he still wants to resist the law?"

The head catcher looked depressed, bowed his head and said nothing, he also had the same mind as the chief officer, there were many sword cultivators who were cheated by him like this, but he didn't expect that there would be a mistake today, those sword cultivators who used to obediently tie their hands when they heard the law of Qingyuan actually resisted them today, and they got them to such a miserable state.

Mo Xin raised his head, looking at the constantly changing clouds in the sky, there were not too many fluctuations in his heart, he already knew a lot about Xu Baichuan and his people, and in the layout of this month, he already had a rough idea of what kind of moves Xu Baichuan would use, and the killing power was several percent.

Thinking about fighting with the sword cultivator in the eyes of the three sect monks, it is a stupid thing that is the best in the world, if the sword cultivator is really so good at pondering, then it must not still exist in this world, but Mo Xin does not believe in this evil, he already thinks that he knows Xu Baichuan abnormally.

The best way to win the favor of the big man is to prove his natural strength.

The best way to prove it is undoubtedly to fight the famous sword cultivator, kill him and then take the sword, this method is the fastest and the most secure.

Otherwise, he could suddenly release a spell when Xu Baichuan couldn't continue his sword, and he would have to make a reputation for him like this.

Mo Xin opened his mouth and asked, "Where is he now?"

The head catcher looked sad and responded: "At the gate of the town, under the archway, it is said that it is waiting for you to go." ”

Mo Xin nodded, he didn't care much, since he had already figured out the enemy, his sword was no longer a threat, so he didn't need to care too much, just kill it directly.

Mo Xin untied a gourd from his waist, poured out a black pill, put it in the head catcher's hand, and said calmly: "This is a wound medicine refined by the poor Dao, it has a miraculous effect on stopping bleeding, you are quite miserable like this, after the bleeding stops, go to see a doctor, there is no need to be reluctant to give up the silver, the chief official will pay for you." ”

Mo Xin is not the kind of ruthless and unrighteous person, the head-catching is obviously injured for his plan, if he doesn't explain, it will be extremely difficult to call Shan Zeye Xiu in the future.

The head catcher hurriedly took the pill, did not swallow it immediately, but took it into his arms very solemnly, he was just a low-level wild cultivator, with very few cultivation resources, if this kind of pill was exchanged with others, it would be exchanged for some cultivation experience.

Mo Xin turned his head to look at the chief officer, thought for a while, and said calmly: "You let some people go to the town gate to ambush, if I am not against him, let them attack blatantly, no need to die, just delay for some time, after the matter is completed, you will not be rewarded." ”

The chief officer nodded hurriedly, his heart was always a lot more stable, looking at this long man's speech, he must have been eighty or ninety percent sure of things, so he didn't need to worry about it.

After Mo Xin finished explaining the matter, he glanced at the clouds in the sky again, said something in his mouth, kept calculating in his hands, and walked all the way to the main gate of the town.

This is when faith is right.

When he approached the town gate, he saw Xu Baichuan standing with a sword.

The surrounding crowd all avoided it from afar, as if they were afraid that the bloody long sword would pierce their bodies.

Xu Baichuan doesn't have this kind of mentality of killing innocents indiscriminately, if it is the magic sword he chose, it is understandable to have this kind of thought, but he chose Qiu Feng.

The Sword of Righteousness.

The demons who died at his hands were not a few.

Xu Baichuan carried the autumn wind upside down behind him, thinking about how to quickly solve this troublesome matter by waiting for a while, it has been a month since Shanhe Pass, and he has not even walked half of the way, all because of these troubles that are constantly disturbing.

Presumably, after this mastermind is killed, there will be a lot less trouble in the future.

Mo Xin stopped moving, just stopped at five feet, looked at the blood-stained long sword, and said with a smile: "In the past month, I have seen your sword the most, thinking about how to take it from your hand, but I know that you are a sword cultivator, and your temper is very strong, and it is impossible to give up the sword in your hand, so I thought about how to kill you and step on your corpse to take this sword." ”

Xu Baichuan looked at this Taoist priest with extraordinary bearing, and couldn't help but smile, since he held the sword, there were many people who wanted to kill him, but in the end, he would kill him, and this time must be no exception.

Now that he has reached this point, he no longer thinks about why Mo Xin wants to kill him, it is nothing more than killing people and snatching the sword, it may be a little new at the beginning, but it is not new when he has experienced more.

The young sword cultivator raised his head, the sun shone on his face, just as a breeze blew, and the long hair behind him slowly floated up, everything was just right, and he asked softly, "How do you want to die?"

Mo Xin also smiled.

He hadn't seen such a rampant person for a long time, and when he opened his mouth, he was destined to die, and he might die.

Mo Xin always maintained a safe distance of five feet, and he thought he was safe.

But it's not necessarily safe.

Five feet is not long, that is, a matter of running a few steps.

So the next moment, a brilliant sword light split the sunlight and surged towards him.

I have a sword named Autumn Wind!