Outside the door, the late summer chirping kept repeating "Know—know—"

Shopkeeper Chu's brain was a little empty.

The silver treasury is empty, naturally it does not mean that the yellow and white treasury used in the market is empty. Instead, hidden deep in the mountains of the south, the treasury of green money that had just been transferred into 50 million mistaken money. Shopkeeper Chu stared at Xu Lao Sikui's eyes in a daze for a while, turned his head and shouted outward: "Prepare the car!"

Ah Qing responded.

And then the wheels rattled.

Coming out of the south gate of Linzi City for more than ten miles, the shopkeeper Chu in the carriage said in a low tone: "Old Ji, the matter is urgent, and the trouble is faster." ”

The coachman, who had always worn a hat outside the car and rarely talked to anyone, suddenly raised his head, grinned at Aqing, who was sitting beside him, and said, "Qing boy, hold it firm." ”

The coachman got up from the car, whistled in his mouth, and muttered a few words in a low voice, and then suddenly the clouds and fog under the car were filled, and the whole carriage staggered into the air in Aqing's exclamation. Aqing, who was originally sitting sideways, with one leg hanging outside the car, hurriedly put away his body and fixed his body, but he couldn't help but be curious, and looked down, but his near sight was blocked by clouds and mist, and the shadow was not clear to see.

The horse pulling the cart in front of him did not know when he had been put on an eye patch, and he was unaware that he was already high in the air. Every time the hoof falls, a cloud of mist is born, leaving a trace of ingots behind the carriage, which gradually dissipates.

The mountains and rivers below him seem to be slowly and quickly crossed.

The coachman surnamed Ji pounded from the side of the carriage again, and pulled out a big flag out of nowhere, hunting in the wind, with two long pheasant tail feathers and the emblem of Fu Ruzong.

The tail feathers were swaying by the wind, sparkling, stretching for half a mile, as if dragging two pieces of colorful smoke.

Pheasant feather urgently, temporary borrowing. Avoid being blamed for crossing the mountains of the mountain kings along the way.

After entering the deep mountains for dozens of miles, the carriage slowly lowered its height, and the coachman waved the flag, as if opening a large curtain of mountains and rivers, and the carriage and horses jumped in. The scene in front of Ah Qing's eyes suddenly changed, from an unremarkable barren and low mountain to a huge mountain.

The shopkeeper Chu couldn't wait for the car to land, so he put down the sentence "Wait from here", and got out of the car with Xu Lao Sikui, and fell into the mountain in the wind.

Ah Qing looked around curiously, and built crossbow towers and sentry towers all over the mountain, and armored warriors patrolled back and forth in teams. I just feel that there are many invisible places, and there are murderous opportunities.

After a long time, I suddenly felt the whole mountain shake violently, and there was the sound of buildings collapsing in the distance. The voice of the shopkeeper Chu hated: "The Mo family, dare to bully me!"

The two of them rose into the air against the wind and boarded the car heavily. The shopkeeper Chu let out a sigh of relief and instructed the coachman: "Enter the mountain." ”

When he was about to enter the car, the shopkeeper Chu suddenly stared at Aqing and looked at it for a moment.

Ah Qing sat with his hands down, creepy.

Xu Sikui coughed.

Shopkeeper Chu looked away and silently lifted the curtain to board the car.

At this time, he is already in the mountains, so how can he talk about entering the mountains? No one said much, and no one asked much. The coachman surnamed Ji, who was obviously not a mortal, had already realized that something was wrong, his hands and feet were extremely nimble, and he raised his whip and shouted: "Drive!"

The carriage took off and stepped out of the cliff, the front of the carriage turned south, and the pheasant flag rose again.

Further into the mountains.

Fu Ruzong. The mountain gate is located in the territory of the Great Lu Kingdom, more than 100 miles south of Linzi City, on the Song Mountain, in the vast territory of Mu Mountain, it is already a middle-to-lower sect.

At this moment, there are more than 20 people in the Furuzong Chamber, and they are silent.

The two people in the middle knelt on the ground.

The sect master was an old man, leaned over and asked: "Song worship, I have tested it with my own eyes, five thousand yuan wrong money, enough to count, enough weight, has not been tampered with?"

At the end of the crowd, Song Ren, who was only enshrined in the outer gate and did not have a seat in the council hall, walked out tremblingly and replied: "Fifty million wrong money is not a small amount of money for the entire sect. Song has been in the eye business for hundreds of years, and he has been working for the sect for more than 60 years, and he is confident that he will not make mistakes, 50 million mistakes, and things are absolutely fine. ”

The sect master's surname was Weng Mingmi, and he turned his head and asked: "The Qianlu Mountain Green Money Treasury, the landscape array is not damaged at all, and the guards outside the library have no knowledge, the two warehouses inside and outside, together with the millions of green coins stored before, are all wiped out and missing?"

The two kneeling on the ground looked up, and the shopkeeper Chu replied in a deep voice: "Yes." The warehouse was completely clean, and the outer guards and guards were all as usual. ”

Sect Master Weng suddenly slammed the bronze mirror in his hand that was looking at the situation in the Qianlu Mountain Reservoir from afar on the ground. The old man was furious, "Everything is as usual, is it waste, tens of millions of green money are gone under his nose, and he doesn't even know how to be moved!"

The bronze mirror lost the blessing of the spell, and it tumbled endlessly, and the sound was full.

On the seat next to him, a middle-aged man slowly stood up, walked to the middle of the hall and knelt down directly.

The middle-aged man's name is Zhao Que, the elder of the outer gate who is in charge of business affairs in Ruzong. Dozens of days ago, it was he who finally came forward and let go of a few terms that Song Fengfeng and others could not settle, and only then did he terminate the long-term mediation between the two parties. And on behalf of Fu Ruzong, he came forward and signed the Mountain Alliance.

Sect Leader Weng Mi said three or four sentences, and did not mention him Zhao Que or ask about the terms of the Mountain Alliance.

It's just slapping him in the face.

At this moment, all the people kneeling on the ground understood that according to the practice of the Silver Building, the routine regulations that every large amount of silver money should be withdrawn and the Silver Building should be transferred within fifteen days, why it was forced to be pressed to five days by Bai Siyin, the steward of the Mo family. I also understand why the amount of compensation should be changed from double to threefold.

At the beginning, there was a secret discussion in the house, and the Mo family relied on the huge amount of money this time, and put forward more than a dozen "unreasonable" regulations in a row, which were negotiated by Song Feng one by one, and only these last few articles were left, because they were too out of line, and once the sect was signed, the risk was too great to fall into a stalemate. Song was humble and light, and he didn't have the courage to cross such a risky line, and he only broke the deadlock after the arrival of Elder Zhao Que.

On that day, the two sides separated, and the flying boat was about to start, and it was also Zhao Que and Bai Siyin who laughed heartily and were both happy.

After listening to Zhao Que's trembling voice, after talking about the details of the terms of the Mountain Alliance, which the shopkeeper Song Xianfeng didn't dare to say, the solemn meeting hall just now exploded. Several elders who have always been jealous of Zhao Que's duties are even more scolding, foul language is endless, and even directly scolding the "traitor", a white-haired old woman hoarsely exhausted: "You Zhao Que has already received how many benefits from the Mo family, before you openly signed such an oath to corrupt the foundation of the sect!"

Murder and heart.

It is no wonder that this kind of reaction in the hall is that the threefold compensation is 150 million yuan of wrong money and more than 10 million of the highest grade of dew money! This kind of value, not to mention the compensation, I am afraid that even the entire husband Ruzong can be bought.

Zhao Que knelt on the ground, sweating profusely, bowing his head and saying nothing.

Cultivators pay attention to the integrity of their body and mind, unless their hearts are open, and there are very few people who sweat and drow.

A few dozen days ago, in the same meeting hall, everyone in the hall did not speak like this at all. The offerings of several people in front of the seats are all kind and pleasant, and the ears are listening to each other, and every sentence is congratulations and flattery.

counted the white-haired old woman, praised the most fiercely.

But where the sect's external industry, the mundane business under the mountain is nothing more than to make up for some daily expenses and add icing on the cake, a stable sect really wants to plan for the long term, and it must have a liquid fairy money business. Fushuilou, a "silver building" that takes into account both the mountain and the mountain, naturally does not only keep the guests' green money safely and earn a meager storage fee, but will use the huge amount of savings one after another, and there are special people to invest in other more profitable industries.

This seemingly unruly behavior is actually a tacit default rule that the merchants and customers all understand and tacitly understand.

Not only the silver building business, but also some relatively large sects with sufficient capital to spread ordinary businesses such as flying sword sales and flying boat leasing all over a continent, and even lease this continent and return it to another continent. You can rely on your own scale and reputation to ask customers to collect a part of the mortgage money, and then use the huge pledge money to do other more profitable business.

Capital, population, word of mouth, sometimes three things are the same thing.

It is rumored that when the ancient demon court ruled the world, there were gods sitting on the clouds, looking down at the world, stretching out their hands to flick, there were demon disasters, incense, divine grace rain and dew flowing, endlessly, this is the beginning of the "enlightenment" of the business.

One of the merchants in the hundreds of princes once said: "Business, naturally, it is only when you move to make money, and the silver lying in the silver nest is never called silver." ”

Therefore, although the protégés of merchants with relatively low status did not have a high reputation in Guizhan Continent, where Confucianism occupied a continent, they were ridiculed by the academy as "merchant silverfish", believing that the children of merchants seduced material desires and corrupted people's hearts. But they are often one of the more core figures in the sect and hold real power.

Zhao Que's figure gradually collapsed, sweat and tears, and he bowed his head and shouted: "I, Zhao Que, am willing to die to atone for my crimes!"

The voice was drowned out in the sound of expletives.

The old man patted the handrail and slowly stood up.

The crowd ridicule subsided.

The old man slowly spoke: "Death is worth a few dollars, and your life is worth a few dollars, and it can be worth this big green money hole!" Weng Mi looked around at everyone, "Zhao Que's matter, let's talk about it later." I will immediately summon Mu Shan to try to ask Shangzong to give out green money for relief, but such a large amount, even if it is Shangzong, he may not be able to take it out at once. Fifty million brilliant mistakes, fifty million brilliant mistakes! In five days, even if the upper sect is willing to give, the luck may not be able to come over!"

After the disintegration of the Chang'an Dynasty, the power of the sect is often complicated, and the upper sect of the Furu Sect is the sect named after the Dayue of a continent, the Mushan Sect.

In other places, the three of the sect, the court and the gods of the mountains and rivers are often the lowest in status, and their strength is lower than that of the sect, and their status is controlled by the court. But Mushan, which has a special status in ancient times, is another matter, even any subsidiary mountain range under the jurisdiction of the region has a big story, Mushan Shenjun is even qualified to "call the dynasty to open the house", the subordinate Yin soldiers and demons are strong and strong, and since ancient times, they have received all the incense under the mountain, so they are not afraid of the court and the sect.

Mushan Sect can take the "mountain name" as the name of the sect, and the strength and means can be imagined.

Sect Master Furu continued: "Borrowing green money to save emergencies is just an expedient measure. In addition, I will still ask the college to intervene. Let the Xijing Dynasty come again, even if it is a big means to go back in time, check! I want to know what kind of small means they use to empty my husband Ruzong's treasury!"

Weng Mi slowly stood up, his body like an abyss.

"It's really impossible to do anything, so that's it. I'm going to see what kind of movement a group of carpenters who can only sawn wood and make money by making money, and what kind of movement will be made when I am in the mountain gate array!"

The old man stretched out his hand and turned over, and suddenly there was no light in the hall, as if day was falling into night.

In ancient times, there was a poet cloud, how Mu Zongfu was, yin and yang cut the dawn.

Weng Mi sat down slowly, "Fortunately, the other party hasn't made trouble yet, and we still have time." ”

Outside the mountain gate.

A portable talisman boat slowly landed from a high altitude and docked in an orderly manner under the guidance of the deacon's disciples on the periphery of the Furu Sect.

Two people walked down the boat.

The first person smiled and saluted, very polite: "Please report, the Mo family's steward Bai Siyin, please pay the husband Ruzong!"

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When the shopkeeper Chu and Xu Sikui were climbing the mountain to discuss matters, the coachman surnamed Ji and A Qing were arranged to wait outside. Governor Fu Ruzong, who was in charge of the reception, knew that several people were from the outer door industry under the mountain, although he looked down on Ah Qing and the two of them, but he didn't care much about them, but he just told them not to go far after roughly explaining some rules.

The coachman was already familiar with the road, so he didn't care, but just found a mountain pavilion to close his eyes and recuperate.

The boy was an eye-opener.

There is an old man with a group of young disciples, stepping on flying swords and swimming like a fish among the mountain passes. Among those young people were beautiful girls, and when they saw a stunned teenager lying on the fence, they all snickered. The men straightened their waists slightly, showing even more pride.

A very high mountain peak hangs down the waterfall like Bai Lian, extremely high stretching into the clouds, can no longer be seen, the waterfall leaves the mountain from the middle, and turns several times in mid-air, like a girl's head ring. And it still flows normally, without pouring, and the refracted sunlight emits all kinds of light on the cliffs and covered bridges, and is full of color.

On the top of the mountain cliff, five big characters are engraved "the stream can stay".

After watching Bai Lian flying in the air, Ah Qing only felt very tasteful when he looked at these five extraordinary words, but he didn't know how to praise them.

The vines are overgrown between the large character strokes, and there are many white and black-faced apes climbing among them, and a few old apes are tired of climbing, spreading their arms, giving wings under their ribs, and gliding back and forth. In the stream at the foot of the mountain, the head of a giant beast that looked like a snake but not a snake suddenly poked out, spraying water to hit the ape, and the flying ape was frightened and scattered. The behemoth croaked.

The boy couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but he wasn't scared at all.

The wind blew the bamboo forest on the side, Ah Qing listened to it, and there was a dingdong jade sound in the forest, which was extremely pleasant.

Xu Lao Sikui walked slowly from the mountain and explained to the young man: "This is not a fairy doorway, but there are broken jade pieces tied to the bamboo, once there is wind, there will be a bamboo shaking jade sound, called 'Zhanfeng Duo', which is considered to be an elegant taste from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain." ”

Sects and families, are they mundane things that only know young money and immortality?

The teenager never thought so.

Aqing nodded, "I know the wind with jade, and cherish the flowers and bells." The allusion of the two princes of the old dynasty of Chang'an, Ah Qing knows. ”

There was a hint of discoloration in the old man's eyes, "It seems that Mr. Han has really taught you some real things on weekdays." ”

Ah Qing smiled, "Mr. Han is a powerful gentleman. ”

Xu Sikui nodded, he naturally knew the details of the eccentric Confucian in the Han Mansion, but he didn't plan to talk more about the young man. He just reminded, "Take a walk and see, if everything goes well, you will have to stay here for a long time to practice." ”

The old man didn't say how it was going to be if it wasn't going well.

Unlike the shopkeeper Chu, Xu Sikui joined Furuzong in the twilight of his cultivation and made an inferior offering. The twilight years of a cultivator are many years, and there is usually no hope of breaking through the realm, so he finds a sect to settle down. In comparison, the old man valued the personal friendship with the shopkeeper Chu far more than the sect.

Ah Qing looked at this piece of fairy scenery from afar and said, "No, if you can come, you will have the opportunity to see more in the future." ”

Yaochi is magnificent, lest I have a big dream.

Ah Qing raised his head and asked, "Grandpa Xu, is there an accident?"

The old man surnamed Xu did not hide it and nodded. After all, when he came down the mountain to see the young man, he didn't intend to hide the sorrow in his eyes, and he had the intention of reminding this junior.

Xu Sikui hesitated, "Don't think about it. Don't say it's Jingming, even if it's me, I'm a little confused today. The difficult things are just these few days, no matter what happens to me and the shopkeeper Chu, you must not delay your future because of these things. ”

After the Mo family affairs are completed, whether it goes well or not, the theft of the Qianlu Shanqing Treasury is a big fault, and both himself and the shopkeeper Chu will be punished.

Aqing was silent.

For several days, Aqing had nothing to do on the mountain, no one spoke, and he had to leave, during which the shopkeeper Chu had come several times, and each time his face became more and more gloomy. Aqing, an "outsider", didn't know how things were going, he only felt that the atmosphere of the entire sect had changed greatly, and there were also waterfalls and apes, but people's hearts were panicked, which was very different from the peaceful scene before.

On this day, the wind and the sun are beautiful.

Together with more than ten mountains, including the main peak of Songshan, the bell rings loudly!

A familiar voice resounded in the sky: "Weng Mi Lao'er, pay back the money!"

Far more than the flying boat team escorting Qingqian, the Mo family flying boat appeared densely in the southern sky, and the black pressure was overwhelming, like locusts crossing the border.

The turbulent currents brought up collided and stirred, stirring the heavens and the earth and changing color.

The flying boat presses into the air, and the mountains fall into the night.

The surname Song stood on the top of a mountain, looking up at the locust clouds, and remembered the emotional words in his heart on the day he sent the Mo family fleet back. I never expected it to fall on my head so soon.

Sect Master Weng Mi appeared at the top of the main peak at the top of the clouds, confronting thousands of flying boats from afar.

asked, "Do you really want the Mo family to be so aggressive?"

Bai Siyin, who was very different from his respectful and polite appearance when he came a few days ago, stood on the bow of the big boat at the front of the boat group, and was arrogant: "Debt repayment, it is natural and righteous, and the words on the mountain league are clearly written." For large sums of money, within five days from the date of my request for payment, your husband must give me a large amount of money. Now my Bai family is in a hurry to use the money, 50 million yuan of wrong money, can your husband Ruzong give it? Okay, if you can't today, it will be 150 million green money!"

Weng Mi said coldly: "Get out! You are not qualified to talk to me. ”

Take thousands of flying boats to withdraw money?

Weng Mi is not a stupid person, and it is useless to be reasonable in today's affairs.

Behind Bai Siyin, there was a sound of wheels, and an old man sat on a chair that was clever enough to walk on his own, and slowly moved forward, Bai Siyin restrained his arrogance and retreated respectfully.

The old man just spoke normally, but his voice sounded in the ears of everyone in Fu Ruzong: "Is old enough to qualify?"

The old man's surname is Bai, one of the four main surnames of the Mo family, and he is also the owner of the 50 million bright money mentioned by the Mo family when they came to deposit the silver.

Weng Mi said: "We admit to the matter of Ganlu Mountain, and one day, 50 million wrong money can be gathered." ”

The old man of the Bai family shook his head with a smile, "Sect Master Weng is good at cultivating, but it's a pity that he can't do business." ”

Business, in black and white, says a few days is a few days.

What's more, it is for money to set up this game and pull out such a big battle?

The wind was strong on the boat, the old man coughed a few times, and continued: "This is the old man's life savings, and he wants to use it to support the elderly in Pengcheng. ”

Bai Siyin took off his robe and raised his hands to hold the old man beside him to block the wind.

Weng Mi was silent, even if he was angry in his heart, he could only swallow his anger. He stretched out his palm, and within a hundred miles of Songshan, the sky suddenly turned upside down.

The flying boats and the mountains are all in a drowsy, like nine days with a large mountain projected on the world, and the day is like the extreme night.

The large array of Furuzong's mountain gate opened, and the cutting dawn was dusk. Under the night, outside the mountain gate, all external methods are naturally overwhelmed by heaven and earth!

Countless invisible swordsmen, cutting sails and oars.

The old man surnamed Bai smiled slightly, waved his hand gently, and the sky flying boats lit up from front to back. From a distance, there is a city on the top of the clouds, and fireworks are lit at dusk. Suddenly, there were hundreds of frolicking sounds at the end of work, and the lights were longing to protect the boats.

When drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy.

The city is in the sky? The galaxy is in the city?

The boats are in the city. Today, people only know that the Mo family is clever and can attack the city, but they don't know that the Mo family is good at defending, and it is a rule to abide by it.

At the edge of the canopy, a green thunder rolled, and when he got closer, there was a handsome man wearing the purple-robed official uniform of the third-grade officer of the Xijing Dynasty, with a face like a crown of jade, a fluttering beard, and an angry face, regardless of the fatigue of his long-distance travel, he gritted his teeth and said: "Jiang Chu Dynasty really wants to make a move?"

The old man surnamed Bai said: "Today, I am just a person surnamed Mo family, doing business to get my own money." Pang Shilang, are you talking to me as a Confucian scholar, or as a waiter of the Xijing Dynasty's Ministry of Rites?"

Pang Junping, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, is also a gentleman of the Confucian orthodox Nishan Academy.

Pang Shilang did not pick up the stubble, took out a ruler from his sleeve, inlaid the word "Mandate of Heaven" with a Danse ancient seal, pressed it in mid-air, and praised the sage in his mouth: "The gentleman is cautious about what he does not see, fear is what he does not hear, he does not see it, he does not see it, he does not show it, it is to neutralize." ”

Raise your head and look up at the night: "Disciple of the Academy, please return heaven and earth to its place, and all things will be nurtured!"

With the ruler as the boundary, the words in the mouth of the waiter turned into golden words one by one, as if a water stain was wet on the ink paper, and the dark night that was originally affected by the large array of Furuzong Mountain Gate was "torn" in this way, and the sun suddenly sprinkled down, like a curtain of rain. It also "tore" the Mojia Feizhou and the Furuzong Mountain Gate into two different territories.

The old man surnamed Bai sitting on the chair narrowed his eyes, "He is worthy of being a Confucian disciple, full of paper morality." He said that he was in the middle, but all he pulled in his hand was a partial frame. ”

The old man sneered, "The law comes from the Tao, and the ink comes from Confucianism, but I am tired of your Confucian students' different hearts." ”

The old man stretched out his hand and pressed it virtually, although there was nothing in front of him, it was like a tool. A faint voice is heard in the ears.

"I have a heavenly will, such as the rules of the wheel man, and the rules of the craftsman. The wheelsmith adheres to its rules in order to save the world. The book of Confucianism is invincible, and it is far from benevolence and righteousness, and our generation should use the clear law of the world to measure it. ”

As if there is a large ruler between heaven and earth, measure the distance between the two "canopies", and then "snap up" with invisible ink lines, and the speed visible to the naked eye will be closed by the cracks torn by the paperweight.

The golden text and the sunlight are gone.

The Confucian gentleman quoted the Mandate of Heaven in the mean, while the old man used the Mohist Heavenly Chronicles as the opposite.

Pang Shilang's eyes were gloomy, "Really want to break the rules of the school palace and kill them all?"

The old man was really amused, and Bai Siyin behind him also giggled. The old man said: "Rules? Even the words 'rules and rules' come from my Mo family, when has my Mo family respected other people's rules." The murderer dies, the wounded person is punished, the giver repays, and the debtor compensates. ”

In the past, there was a man of ink, who disregarded the pardon order of the monarch of the Great Qin Dynasty, and served his son and subdued the ink law.

Pang Shilang retracted the gloomy ruler, looked into the sky and shouted: "You Jiang Chuguo don't care?"

Separated by the continuous Mu Mountain Mountain, a voice rolled in the southern sky: "If you can manage it, Chai Wangshan Jun will not implement the Mountain Alliance, so I will try to govern the Mo family and not fight the mountain gate." ”

The Confucian squire stopped talking.

In the depths of the mountains, another voice came: "Old Mr. Bai, if you attack the mountain today, you will be torn apart from my Mu Shan Sect." ”

The old man surnamed Bai shook his head, "Lord Yushan, if you can transport five thousand pieces of wrong money to the Furuzong Mountain Gate within five days, it's fine." Since there is none, please don't meddle in this matter. ”

The voice let out a long sigh, which was kind of an indication of attitude.

This old man who was hanging out of the world, alone in a thousand boats, his heart completely sank to the bottom.

The old man of the Bai family activated the machine chair under him and walked forward, arching his hand to the north: "Please Shanjun." ”

In the direction of Chaiwang Mountain in the north, a young god's voice came, and his voice was full of apologies: "Sect Master Weng, offended." ”

A bell rang.

A hurricane swept across the sky, and the momentum was huge, but it did not affect the grass, trees, soil and rocks along the way!

But in the mountain gate of Furuzong, everyone only felt that the sky was shaking, and the heart was shattered, and there was an illusion of mountains and rivers in a trance.

In the ancestral hall of the patriarch in the back mountain of Furu Zong, in a clear lotus pond, three golden lotus flowers symbolizing the luck of the sect suddenly withered and perished!

The old man Weng Mi's hair was flying, blood slowly flowed between his eyes, and he shouted: "Bai Shujing, I don't share the sky with you!"

The old man, who was called out by his real name, pointed upwards at the gloomy canopy condensed by the "outer array" of the Furuzong Landscape Array, and asked, "Is this the sky? ”

The movements of the hands did not stop, and the invisible ink line between the heaven and the earth continued to bounce, formulating the "standard" for this heaven and earth, and the canopy was cut by vibration, and the thud was like muffled thunder, crumbling and constantly repairing itself.

Behind the flag boat that the old man was riding, the dense Mo family flying boat spread out around under the command of Bai Siyin, surrounding and closing more than a dozen mountain ranges belonging to Fu Ruzong.

Bai Shuxun stopped his movements and said to the Confucian protégé who had no way to intervene on the side: "I heard that the Xijing Dynasty has just ordered a batch of the latest sword boats from my Mo family surnamed Zhai? ”

In the middle of the boats, hundreds of huge ships slowly walked out, surrounded by small flying boats to escort them, advancing and retreating flexibly, intercepting the flying swords and rune crossbow arrows with huge destructive power that were shooting from below for the big ships.

The big ship slowly walked to the top of the main body of the large array of the mountain gates, and the hatch at the bottom of the ship gradually opened, and with an order, there were countless huge flying swords in a string, aiming at the large array of the mountain gates and pouring down!

Under the belly of each "sword boat", a silver "sword pillar" composed of flying swords was born, hooking the sky and the earth, dragging and crashing on the curtain as the sword boat moved slowly.

Rain and waterfalls are no longer enough to describe the density of flying swords under the boat, except for the main peak against Songshan, almost no mountain gates can hold on for a moment under such a pour, and they are broken one after another, plowing out a ravines visible to the naked eye.

Under the giant boat, there were heavy casualties.

Not only the Furu Sect Master, but also the Xijing Dynasty surnamed Pang Shilang on the side, the surrounding sects and mountain monarchs who watched the excitement from a distance, and many intelligence dishes from various countries who heard the news early to spy on the war situation were all dumbfounded. I wonder what would happen if the sword boat was under my own city and mountain at this time?

Fortunately, although the sword boat was powerful, it could not last, and after a while, it was poured out and slowly moved into the boat formation.

During the time of half a stick of incense, all the visitors seemed to have experienced a small reincarnation. Only the main peak of the Furu Sect still survived, and the rest were all destroyed.

Weng Mi worked hard during the period and destroyed more than ten small boats, and at this moment his eyes were completely split, and he shouted: "Fu Ruzong, fight to the death!"

The attached mountain that had been ravaged by the "Sword Boat" had long been in ruins, and it was already a dead silence, and suddenly a flying sword rose, and a sword rose and the sword rose, shouting together: "Furu, fight to the death!"

There are cultivators who have ascended to the sky, singing a poem that has been handed down from the homeland of Qilu since ancient times: "How is Mu Zongfu? ”

"Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. ”

In the mountains, the surviving people sang in unison.

"Swing your chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to enter the bird. ”

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance. ”

In the main peak of Songshan, although the mountain protection array was not broken, the elder Zhao Que drew his spear and took the initiative to appear outside the formation, and rushed to several boats alone.

The old man surnamed Bai said: "Fight to the death, my Mo family's son is precious, who will fight you to the death?"

The old man waved his hand, and the boat formation changed again, and many medium-sized flying boats that had originally surrounded the mountain range lowered their altitude and opened their hatches. Countless folded robot slaves were thrown down like stones, stretched out in mid-air, and landed dexterously.

Densely packed like lice, it surrounds every hill where the mountain protection formation has been breached, and the ants are attached to it.

The "Robot Boat" was withdrawn and replaced by an ordinary "small boat" to cooperate with the Robot Slave to patrol at a low altitude and shoot at a low altitude.

The squire surnamed Pang couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and turned into a green thunderbolt and left.

Bai Siyin smiled and said happily: "Master, the slave is too slow, let me go down to play?"

After getting the old man's nod, Bai Siyin shouted happily, jumped down from the bow of the big ship, pressed the machine on his body in the air, and flowed out hundreds of small and precise parts from a gourd on his body, and under the guidance of the four "talismans" on Bai Siyin's body, he wrapped his whole body and formed a huge set of military armor!

The silver light of the talisman is flowing, not afraid of ordinary flying swords and crossbows, Bai Siyin is wearing this huge set of armor, just like the huge god general law conjured up by the Taoist immortal master, and it falls directly on the remnants of Songshan, punch by punch, bombarding the formation!

High in the sky, Bai Shujing scolded with a smile: "I love to be in the limelight." Then he looked around at the countries and sects on the horizon and watched from the shore, and said meaningfully: "In the future war, which is still the era when a monk will win or lose." ”

After a thousand punches, the main peak was shattered.

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Half a day later, the gloomy canopy of the "Dayue Projection" manifested by the Great Array of Mountains and Rivers had long been shattered, but the sky was really at dusk.

The large and small formations after the repairs of the mountains were also completely broken, and the monks of Furuzong fell into a chaotic "street battle" with thousands of mountaineering slaves.

The old man Bai Shuxun had already boarded the bow of the boat and sat on the top of a hill outside the battlefield, looking at the non-stop Shura field from afar.

The old man gave an order that if there were low-level monks from the Furu Sect who broke through halfway, as long as they could escape the encirclement of the slaves, they would be let go. Anyway, the purpose of the Mo family has been achieved this time, and it is useless to kill people.

He had already put away the white four seals of the huge divine general's armor, carried the huge vermilion gourd, and held a large umbrella that could "cover the heavens", leading a person to slowly climb the mountain.

The figure walked up to the old man, and his face was illuminated by the fireworks in the distance.

The old man said: "I haven't seen you for a few years, little friend, don't come to harm?"

(If you are not satisfied with what is written at the end, the revision will be two days late.) I'm sorry.

8453 words, originally written more than 9000 words, cut into this.

The plot and ending of the next chapter are coherent.,I should continue it soon.,The number of words is less.,Don't stick to the week.。 The plot outline has been written after three chapters.

Guess who the person who climbed the mountain at the end is?How did you meet Bai Shuxun??)