"Sure enough, Xiao Qianli is going to shake our foundation!" Su Huanfei slapped his palm on the table angrily, and the hard pear wood table was suddenly smashed.

Mo Junzhi glanced at Su Huanfei, and said slowly: "Little sister, don't be anxious, there are more than four hundred tribes, could it be that he Chunyang Palace has to fight over one by one? ”

Su Huanfei's anger rested for a while, and he said hatefully: "Even so, this surnamed Xiao is so arrogant that he wantonly encroaches on our mission ground under the Tianshan Mountain. Since the flame has been worshiped in the east, and the name has been changed to Mingjiao, the sacred flame has continued to extend, and every time a new flame is lit, it is a point of our strength. Now he is acting so recklessly, he is going to cut off our roots!"

"The branches of the Ming Sect are flourishing, and it is not so easy to break the roots!"

Mo Junzhi was much calmer than Su, shook his head, frowned, thought about it, and said slowly: "In my opinion, this Pure Yang Sect seems to have other plans. ”

"What's the other plan?" Su Huanfei raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "Even if you didn't know anything before, you should know that we are here these days." If he wants to take revenge, he will either go up the mountains to fight, or he will use some means to embarrass our missionary places, what's the use? This man is very angry, where does he seem to be a faction in charge?"

Mo Junzhi couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "If he is a little family, how can he break into a huge foundation?" Okay, don't be angry, let's go to the right envoy to fight a dozen autumn breezes, and ask for a glass of water and wine to drink, okay?"

The Qingyan Tiger King has a high name, and Su Huanfei has always admired him very much, although he is still indignant, he nodded according to his words.

When the two of them came to Cyrus's room together, they saw that the right envoy had a thick eyebrow locked, and he was looking at a huge map hanging on the wall.

Seeing the two of them visiting, Cyrus smiled and said: "The two kings of Ming have come to visit in person, and they have missed the distance, so please forgive me!"

"Don't come to this set!" Su Huanfei glanced at Cyrus, and sat down on the chair, "What about the Persian honey you have hidden? Why don't you take it out and let us change the taste? These days, I drink some loose spirits, and my mouth has no taste, so uncomfortable." ”

"The uncomfortable is still to come...... Cyrus sighed softly, reached out and took a small jar of honey wine from the wooden frame against the wall, Su Huanfei snatched it, picked up the teacup on the table, and poured himself a full glass.

Mo Junzhi's face changed slightly, and he asked, "Right envoy, you seem to mean something!"

"Brother Mo, come and see!" Although Cyrus has a slightly higher status than Mo Junzhi in the sect, he is not very big at this time, and he turned around and pointed to the map of the Tianshan Mountains on the wall, and more than thirty steel needles were nailed to the wall, which looked a little strange.

After a few glances, Mo Junzhi groaned: "These places are all tribes cleaned up by the Pure Yang Sect?"

"That's right!" said Cyrus, pulling out a few steel needles, "and at first his actions seemed disorganized and haphazard, and could be said to be worthless. But after that......"

With the six or seven steel needles taken out, the remaining twenty or so steel needles are still left on the map, surrounding the eastern foothills of Tianshan Mountain, scattered and scattered, seemingly out of order.

Su Huanfei poured a cup for each of them, and while sipping slowly, he got up and looked at it, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what to do, and asked curiously: "We lost these mission sites, it's just a drop in the bucket, what do we get?"

Mo Junzhi looked grim, stared at the map, and said slowly after a while: "It seems to be messy, but in fact, it is faintly stuck at several key nodes, if heavy troops are placed here, it will directly cut off the connection between the main altar and the mountain." ”

Cyrus laughed miserably: "King Mohu has touched the bypass, and what he said is not bad at all. But the key point is missing!"

"What?" both looked at him at the same time.

"The younger brother came to the Central Plains earlier, and he briefly took over the responsibility of foreign affairs, and these places are stuck in the road around the surrounding to buy supplies and send supplies to the peak every month......"

As soon as these words came out, the two of them were suddenly shocked, and their faces were shocked.

"Tuo'er Mufeng is the main altar of the Ming Sect, and there are no less than thousands of sect members. At present, the manpower of the Persian Fire Worship Altar is still moving eastward, and the daily supply of grain and grass is a large number. According to the previous arrangement, there are four banner sect members scattered all over the place, which is convenient for nearby purchases, and they are sent to the nursery wood peak every month. ”

Cyrus's voice was unusually low, and he said slowly, "After the Kunlun War, the deputy banner of the Desolate Sky Banner sent Pyras to collect and send a batch of grain, grass, wine, herbs, iron tools, etc. in a timely manner, and it is not yet a month. When the next time supplies are delivered, where will they go up?"

Su Huanfei gritted his teeth and said: "Such a vicious mind, if it weren't for the right envoy to see through it, after a few days, the supply of grain and grass would be cut off, wouldn't it be to starve more than a thousand sect members to death in Tuoermu Peak?"

Cyrus shook his head with a wry smile and said: "We are all used to fighting and killing, where have we ever been hungry? No matter what kind of fierce battles we face in Persia, when have we experienced these twists and turns? Don't say it's you, if I hadn't taken over foreign affairs, I'm afraid I still wouldn't be able to figure out the other party's plans." This Xiao Qianli was thoughtful, and even thought of making a fuss about our grain road. This is a conspiracy, but there is nothing to be done!"

Several people pondered carefully, and the more they thought about it, the more terrifying they felt - with the ability of pure yang to teach in charge, deliberately knocking out a few nails, no matter which way the supply horse team went, they would be intercepted and killed by him halfway, and the Qing Emperor would not come out, who could resist this fierce god? Ten days and half a month are fine, once the time drags on for a long time, the general altar of the Ming Sect will inevitably be in chaos!

Thinking of this, Su Huanfei suddenly lost the idea of drinking, and shouted impatiently: "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and report to the Holy Maiden and the Sect Master!"

Cyrus shook his head and said, "It's useless, if we don't think of a foolproof plan, even if we report to the sect leader and the holy woman, what will we do?

"What else should I do?" Su Huanfei gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Even if he is the Pure Yang Sect, no matter how high his martial arts are, there is only one person, so many of us rush to the top......"

"Now that the left envoy is not in the mountains, if the three of us join forces to besiege the sect leader, how sure are we that the sect leader will be left?" Mo Junzhi said coldly, "Xiao Qianli is almost not under the sect master, even if he can stop it, it is not difficult for him to get out!"

Although these words were said very politely, Su Huanfei was uncharacteristically silent, hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively: "What about the opinion of the right envoy and the tiger king?"

Cyrus pondered for a long time, twisting a thin steel needle in his fingertips, and suddenly his heart moved, and he smiled: "Why don't you find another way?"

"Oh?" the eyes of the two kings turned to each other, and with a flick of Cyrus's finger, the steel needle was firmly nailed to the map, and the landing point was a blank and uninhabited place.