"How are the soldiers and horses assembled these days?" Miao Buyan stood in a group of mountains at this time, it was noon, there were countless local soldiers and horses in southern Xinjiang in the mountain col burying the pot to make rice, cooking smoke curling, Shama Ouli stood beside her, at this time it has been more than ten days since the last Wuzhai consultation, the five villages are all busy, Miao Buyan sorted out the affairs of the sect and came out non-stop to see the deployment of various parts of southern Xinjiang, the first stop was selected in the north, look at Shama Ogli.

"It's going well. Shama Oli replied on the side, "The nearby soldiers and horses and cup divisions have been secretly transferred and assembled in the mountain col, and it is estimated that it will take about ten days to complete them, and there is still plenty of time." ”

"Not abundant. Miao Buyan said solemnly, "March time is fleeting, no one in the court asks?"

"Asked. "I told them that it was the sect leader who was determined to resist the Han, so he specially acted like this in order to better cooperate with the imperial court in the future, and several Yuan and Mongolian officials were quite happy." ”

"Hmph-" Miao Buyan smiled, "Let them go, let's do our own thing, and they will be 'happy'." ”

"How are you preparing for other things?" Miao Buyan suddenly turned around and asked as she stared at Shama Oli seriously.

"It's also very smooth, ask the master to move. Shamaoli understood in his heart, and dodged away and made a "please".

Miao Buyan nodded, Shama Ouli retreated, and the two of them only took two entourages and hurried to an inconspicuous cave thirty miles away, and when they entered the cave, they only saw Yanying Village Wuzhai with a few advanced cup masters guarding here, and when they saw Miao Buyan and them coming, they immediately got up and saluted.

Both of them did not respond, but went directly through the crowd to the bottom of the cave, and when they reached the end of a deep cave, they saw that the belly of the mountain had been hollowed out, among which there were many torches, as bright as day, and there were many cups with strings on their faces wearing tocloths soaked in herbs to cover their mouths and noses, and on the ground in the middle and on the top of their heads were depicted two huge magic circles echoing each other, and there was a fat black beetle tied in the circle, which had at least four The size of five people, the whole body is brown and black, there is a pair of very hard chela on the head, all eight hands and feet under the body are nailed to the ground by the cup master and can't move, it is irritable and wants to break free, but helplessly up and down the circle bursts of red light flashing, dead and alive suppressed it, the cave is very hot, from the corner there is a big copper stove, there is a fire below, burning a large pot full of boiling water, from time to time the cup master takes a wooden spoon and scoops a scoop, and splashes it on the beetle's buttocks, the beetle is scalded for a while Screaming, the scalded carapace was opened, the cup master walked over and used a dagger engraved with runes to cut the flesh and skin, the smelly blood overflowed, the cup master reached into it and took out a moment of it, and then took out a ball of slimy round things out, it was actually insect eggs, they methodically put a large number of insect eggs into the pre-prepared clay jar, which was filled with medicinal soup, engraved with a seal after loading, and neatly piled up in the corner of the wall.

Shama Ori and Miao Buyan also covered their mouths and noses with the towels handed over by the cup master next to them, so as not to be smoked by the fishy poisonous gas, the two walked into the magic circle, looked down at the beetle's head full of eyes, its body was quite large, taller than everyone else, but its head was very small, almost touching the ground, the beetle's eyes revealed a violent murderous aura, Shama Ori didn't seem to take it to heart, directly stepped on its face, bent down and reached out, pulled off a fishy black tooth from its mouth, and handed it down in front of Miao Buyan's eyes, Miao Buyan looked at it and nodded, Shama Ori threw it aside, the two came out and washed their hands with medicinal soup, and returned to the outside of the cave。

A refreshing mountain breeze blew away the smell of fishy smell on his body, and Shamaori asked worriedly, "Is it wrong for us to do this?"

"What's wrong?" Miao Buyan didn't seem to understand what he meant.

"It's a little too ruthless. Shamaoli asked with some concern.

"Is it ruthless?" Miao Buyan asked rhetorically, "The Han cultivators are calling for wind and rain in the sky, and Master Yuanmeng is moving mountains and reclaiming the sea in the army, and our southern Xinjiang cup division can compare to them? It is also a means of fighting bravely and ruthlessly, is there any rule that says that they are only allowed to engage in wind and rain, and not let us set off a bloody storm? It is also murder, but they have their means, and we have our strengths. ”

Shama Ori was still a little uneasy: "I'm worried that there will be no room for our deadly hand, which will deepen the hatred between the two sides, and if we lead to a death battle, both sides will lose more than they gain." ”

"Who said we're going to fight like that?"

"Huh?" said Shamaori, a little surprised, "then why do we use these desperate means?"

"You'll understand. Miao Buyan smiled, "Uncle, don't look at my young age, but there is one thing I understand more deeply than you elders, there is only one truth about war, that is, the bigger the fist, the more reliable it is, this is a bloody experience I have learned from traveling all over the world over the years, and you will know my intentions in the future." ”

"Don't talk about that. Miao Buyan changed the subject, "We still have to do everything as usual for the documents of the imperial court, don't let them doubt it, but I have already ordered the rescue of the imperial court soldiers and horses in the sect to decrease day by day, so use the excuse of insufficient materials to trick them into giving more, you speed up here, time is pressing, I am going to several other villages to see the situation." ”

"Good. After the two sides said goodbye, he looked at Miao Buyan's flying away figure, Shama Ouri frowned, he really couldn't tell what this young sect leader wanted to do, he thought that it would be good if Haidan was here, but Haidan was left in the main altar to deal with more important things, in the end, Nanjiang hoped that it would not be destroyed by this, but this woman was very strange, why was she not very old, but she was so black-hearted? What has she experienced over the years?

In fact, Miao Buyan knew in his heart that it was not enough to rely on the integration of soldiers and horses in the five major villages, and if the Baizhong Sect wanted to regain its neutral and autonomous status, it was necessary for both the Mongolian and Han sides to see the strong strength of the Baizhong Sect, that is, the essence of the cup and the technique of surrender that has been passed down for nearly thousands of years since Zhuang Ji, so that the world's heroes do not dare to fight the idea of southern Xinjiang, so not only here, at this moment, the cup masters in all parts of southern Xinjiang are in full swing to prepare. Another example is the Baizhong Sect near the Biyu Village station, some of the remaining Biyu Village Cup Master dragged out a large fishing net from the Panlong River, which contained a lot of big fish, these fish have thick skin and rough meat, about two feet long, powerful holes, long horns on the head, are caught in the net and are not honest, and they savagely collide with each other to vent their anger, the left-behind cup master of the Sandalwood Worm Village came with many bamboo cages, and there were many languishing blue feather birds in the cages, huddled together to keep warm, but they didn't want these big fish to smell the smell of these blue birds on the shore and were suddenly frightened, and they launched brute force to break free from the iron rope fishing nets, and the cup masters dragged them to the shore mercilessly, and stepped on their bodies one by one, with an iron rod to pry open their fanged beaks, the blue-feathered birds were stuffed into it one by one, and then thrown back into the water in groups, and the big fish swam all the way to the large and small branches of southern Xinjiang in horror.

Such a situation is now quietly staged in various parts of southern Xinjiang, and a fierce battle that is enough for the world to see the unique strange and magical powers of the Southern Xinjiang Cup Master is about to jump to the stage. In the near future, it will be a good color for the Mongolian and Han sides who have been aggressive towards southern Xinjiang in recent years, so that the people of the world can re-establish the image of the cup master, they are a white shadow of incomparable fear at the end of death, a cruel sanctioner who exudes the gray dust of death, and a lonely executioner with a butcher's knife in the dark. There are still those who have been burned by the fire of the cultivators, flooded, smashed with stones, injured by stray arrows, and so on, but if the cup master wants to take away a life, who dares to save it except themselves, and who can save it?