Wang Xiang lowered his head and said, "Thank you, seniors, for your advice." May I ask my seniors, these things..."

"I've seen these things with my own eyes, and I can still wronged you? Boy, the old man is hungry, hurry up and get some good things to eat. ”

Hearing this, those subordinates looked at the Golden Rooster Daoist in amazement.

scolded others and begged for 'hard money', who has ever seen this kind of scene?

Wang Xiang smiled instead and motioned for his subordinates to serve snacks.

The Jinji Taoist scolded for a while, and he couldn't understand his hatred, and he picked up Cao Cao again, "You kid, the more the old man looks at it, the more angry he becomes, how can he be verbose in a few words." ”

Cao Cao naturally didn't dare to speak, but fortunately, his predecessors helped solve the difficulty.

The Jinji Daoist turned around and stared at Zou Jiaotou, Wang Hu, Xu Bao and his subordinates.

Zou Jiaotou is a straight man, seeing the tragic death of the three masters, he is full of sadness, looking at the Golden Rooster Daoist with red tears, and subconsciously waved the double scissors.

He is the head of Lu Wanggu's protector, and his martial arts are naturally not weak, but in fact, he doesn't really want to do it, but he is just stuffed with pain and is resistant to all potential 'enemies'.

It's a pity that even he didn't see what was going on, and the double scissors in his hand were in the hands of the other party in an instant.

The Jinji Daoist gently tapped another golden scissors with one golden scissor, and said to himself, "Well, yes, yes, you can change a few called flower chickens." ”

At this moment, those present suddenly understood that this strangely decorated 'rooster' was indeed a master of the world.

Wang Xiang was busy compensating for Zou Jiaotou.

At this time, several subordinates brought a purple wooden tray with a few pieces of pastry and oil cakes on it. The Jinji Daoist picked up a piece of pastry with his left hand, took a bite, and then spit it out, obviously unappetizing. He grabbed the oil cake with his right hand, first sniffed the fragrance gently, took a sip and tasted it, and then took a big bite of it.

Obviously, it tastes good, and the people of Jinji Dao eat it with relish.

"This is our Qinghe's special oil cake, called 'blowing the trumpet', thin as paper, as big as a pot, as gold as gold, and shaped as a trumpet, so..."Master Lotus introduced.

"One more. "The Golden Rooster Daoist only cares about munching, impatient with him to be verbose.

'Hiccup' burps while eating.

The Golden Rooster Daoist finally came to Wei Zimu, looked at him with a smile, and didn't say a word.

Wei Zimu was exposed to the lie in his heart, and bad luck was coming, so he looked directly at the other party with shouting eyes, but he was a little flustered in his heart, and he couldn't guess how this strange man would torture himself.

Everyone's eyes are also staring at the Jinji Daoist, and the heart is not to scold his ancestors for the nineteenth generation.

But the Jinji Daoist still smiled and said, 'Are you hungry?'

How this sentence is completely unexpected.

"What did you say?" Even Wei Zimu doubted his ears.

"If this person talks too much, he will be hungry, how can you not be hungry after lying for half a day?"

The words of the Golden Rooster Daoist seem to be talking about themselves, and after scolding for a long time, of course they will be hungry!

After that, he forced the unappetizing half of the pastry into Wei Zimu's mouth and forced him to swallow it forcibly.

Just raised his right hand, and reluctantly put it in his mouth, such a fragrant oil cake, but reluctant to cheap him. While chewing, he smashed the bar and muttered to himself, "Such a good oil cake seems to be a little monotonous......

"Yes, yes, our 'trumpet' was originally wrapped in green vegetables and cooked meat......"

Master Lotus's words are very clear, after all, this is Lingquan Temple, of course, there is no cooked meat.

"Oh, the little monk is right, I'll figure it out. ”

The Jinji Daoist was 'inspired', and his hand was cut off, and one of Wei Zimu's bloody ears was cut off.

"Wrap in oil cakes

Is this 'pig's ear meat' called 'blowing the trumpet'?"

Master Lotus bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name, but did not answer.

And Wei Zimu grinned in pain and broke out in a cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted in order to delay time.

"Good, good. The Golden Rooster Daoist turned to Cao Cao, "Boy, do you remember that tiger master?"

"Of course, the younger generation remembers that day in the Troubled Stone Mountain, the seniors took Du Sanmao and the Tiankou Gun King, and went to Wang Huzhai alone, and it was the Tiger Master who would meet, but I don't know what happened later. ”

"Ha, that tiger master is really a hero, I cut off one of my ears by the old man, and even clapped my hands and applauded, the old man had no choice but to go to one of his arms, and he confessed, boy, do you dare to believe it, this tiger master has committed three hundred and seventy-four crimes, alas!"

The tiger master of Wang Huzhai does evil, does all kinds of evil, and God is fortunate to have a sword saint to eliminate harm for the people, otherwise I don't know how many people will suffer.

The Mos couple and others were also in awe.

Southern Sword Saint, Northern Sword God, Eastern Sword Emperor, Western Sword King.

A 'holy' word, well deserved!

But Wei Zimu's scalp was numb when he listened.

The Golden Rooster Daoist smiled and said, "A hero as big as the Tiger Master, he will be recruited if he folds his arm, I don't know if you are Wei Daxia..."

When Wei Zimu saw a pair of golden scissors approaching him, he couldn't help but have his heart and gall cracked, sweat like rain, and even screamed for mercy in his mouth, willing to confess.

If you don't tell the truth, you can't do it, he is known as the 'one-armed ranger', don't say it, if the one-armed is gone, what should it be called?

"Come on, why are you doing this?" the Golden Rooster Daoist shouted angrily, which frightened Wei Zimu.

"I, I am, for the ruler. ”

Wei Zimu was resigned, and said reluctantly.

Moment ruler?

Mo Wenxue and Qin Hongyi both blurted out, the two glanced at each other, and said, "No wonder you framed me and said that this matter was instigated by the two of us, how can your heart be so vicious and want to trap my husband and wife in injustice." ”

"Whether it's framed or vicious, there is a way to become a king and lose a villain, but it's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, if it is not a sword saint...... Hmph!"

"Why do you want to do this, do you know, if your treacherous plan succeeds, my husband and wife have a small reputation, once there is a gap between the Ink Guild and Lu Wanggu, as the master of the rudder, do you know the consequences?" Mo Wenxue has always had a good temper, and this time he couldn't help it.

"No, Mo Daxia and his wife once came thousands of miles to mediate the matter between Lu Wanggu and Hei Yegang, that chivalrous feeling, I Lu Wanggu is unforgettable. Wang Xiang said.

Qin Hongyi said gratefully, "The second master is broad-minded, and my wife and I remember it in our hearts. ”

Then he asked Wei Zimu, "Master Wei Helm, my husband and wife have no grievances against you, why should you poison you next time?"

"No injustice and no revenge?hehe, my senior brother died at the hands of the two of you, is it possible that he died in vain?"

"Your senior brother, could it be the 'iron abacus' Song Qing?"

"That's right, at that time, this Ink Guild was leaderless, and my senior brother was acting for more than seven months, with outstanding achievements, and should have been turned into a regular president, but it's a pity that the two of you got in the way and cheapened Feng Tang's kid for nothing. ”

Although my husband and wife are good people, they have not asked about the guild for a long time, so how can they interfere in the election of the president?"

"Yes, my husband has a good relationship with Song Daxia, and I know that he is an upright person and has a very high prestige in the meeting, where does the sentence of making a stumbling block start from?"

"Don't cry cats, Feng Tang is addicted to wine, and he has no achievements in the Ink Guild, if it weren't for the secret support of the two of you, how could he be elected president!"

Cao Cao understood that the reason why Wei Zimu did this was because he was unbalanced. Song Qing

This name, he had heard it in the old patriarch's house, and Feng Tang had heard of it for the first time, but since he was able to be elected as the president of the Ink Guild, he must have something special, how could Wei Zimu blame the Mo family for his senior brother not being elected!

"Although I have no friendship with President Feng Tang, I also remember that many years ago, the 'Outer Fifteen Tigers' attacked the Jimo Helm, and it was Elder Feng who desperately broke through to ask for help, so that the Jimo Helm would not be destroyed in one fell swoop, how can you say that he has no achievements?"

"What's more, these are our internal private affairs, how can you poison Lu San to kill the boss in order to vent your personal anger?"

"My senior brother died of depression, and you two can't get rid of it. Hmph, now I'm a fish and a meat, and you're a sword, what else is there to say. ”

"The second master, if something like this happens, it is difficult to escape the blame, Wei Zimu played a trick and killed Lu San's master, and this person was handed over to Lu Wanggu for disposal. But don't hurt the friendship between the Ink Guild and Lu Wanggu because of this, and after dealing with the matter of Qinghe, I will go to Jimo and his party in person and explain it to President Feng Tang in person. ”

Before Wang Xiang could answer, Wei Zimu laughed, "President Feng Tang, hehe, you go underground and explain to him!"

Mr. and Mrs. Mohs were shocked, "What?

"Yes, his fate is the same as Lu Sanyuan, he was stoned to death by my iron fist, if you want to see him, go to the Netherworld. ”

"You killed the president?"

"He doesn't deserve to be the president at all, I'm just seeking justice for my senior brother. ”

"It's really a beast, how can the guild tolerate you?"

"Hmph, I might as well tell you the truth, Feng Tang actually proposed that the ink master assassinate the current Taishi Dong Zhuo, he hit the stone with an egg like this, didn't he want to destroy the foundation left by the ancestor master? ”

Feng Tang deliberately sent someone to assassinate Dong Zhuo to promote the benefits of the world and eliminate the harm of the world, isn't this exactly the pursuit of the world's ink scholars and the great righteousness of the ink people's ancestors?

Shocked to hear that there would be infighting in the Ink Scholar Guild, the Mo couple were anxious, although the two of them had not asked about the things in the meeting for a long time, although the identity of the moment was almost empty for so many years, but after all, as the heir of the ruler of the moment, how could they watch the ancestral foundation be destroyed?

But the two of them are chivalrous, how can they leave without dealing with the matter of Qinghe, fortunately, now that the truth is revealed, I hope it will end as soon as possible, so that they can rush to Jimo Helm.

"Take him down first. Wang Xiang ordered.

Wang Hu, Xu Bao and others put knives on Wei Zimu's neck, preparing to escort him away first.

"Wait. Cao Cao suddenly said loudly.

"What's the matter, boy, although he framed you, but with Lu Wanggu and Mo Daxia presiding over justice, he will definitely give him the end he deserves. ”

It seems that even the Jinji Dao people mistakenly thought that Cao Cao was angry.

"No, that's not what the juniors meant. Cao Cao explained loudly, "Everyone, the younger generation thinks that this matter is still strange. ”

Wang Xiang listened, pondered for a while, and then waved his hand to signal Wang Hu and the others to stop.

"Everyone, please think about it, even if what he said is the truth, how does he know that Mo Daxia is in Qinghe?

One sentence woke up the person in the dream, yes, Wang Jianfeng wanted to steal the dragon's bones, it was the news that Mo Wentian almost lost his life in exchange, the Mo family and his wife rushed to Qinghe day and night to report the news, and it was only two or three days to complete the battle, Wei Zimu was in Pingyuan County, how did he know?

Is there a conspiracy in it?

In other words, Wei Zimu must still have something to hide, his instigation of everyone to come to Lingquan Temple is just a superficial pretense, there must be a trick behind it!

A plan in a count!

(End of chapter)

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