Qiao Qi was beheaded off by He Qifeng's sword, Qiao Yi lost his head on the Moon Lake, and several outstanding second-generation disciples of the Plum Blossom Gate were shot to death by Han Baicao on the stone at the foot of the Plum Blossom Gate Mountain.

Tonight, the bright moon hung high, and the Plum Blossom Daoist and his junior brother, who always wore gray clothes, came on the spot, but they failed to return, and died in the night before and after the Ageless Peak.

Since then, there has been no plum blossom gate in the world.

Misfortune came from the mouth, and before his death, the Plum Blossom Daoist thought in despair that the down-and-out literati who traveled around the world thousands of years ago really did not deceive people.

If you come and do it, have you calmly walked away with your bloody head?

If he hadn't asked Xu Panshan to drink that drink, he wouldn't have followed, and without those few rounds of fighting, the others might not be able to catch up.

Just like there is no regret medicine in the world, there are not so many ifs, so the Plum Blossom Dao people died.

Blame himself, thinking too much, talking too much.

The head of the Plum Blossom Daoist fell to the ground and rolled out far away, and his body rushed eastward for more than ten zhang before he stopped and fell.

The old man with the knife slashed into the air, only to see that the plum blossoms that were still alive before quickly withered, shattered into powder and disappeared in the night wind.

Wen Ren looked at the old man and said happily: "Twelve senior brothers." After speaking, his eyes closed and he fainted.

Fifteen sword-carrying cultivators dressed in the same clothes as the old man walked on the surface of the Panxi River, and soon landed on the road on the north bank, one of them carrying the three offerings of the injured and fainted.

They were Han Fangzheng's personal disciples, and they all entered the Izumo Realm.

A burst of medicinal incense wafted by, and everyone turned their eyes to the east, and saw a man walking out of the night, who was dressed in gray, with loose hair in a bun, and a few dried weeds in his hair, carrying a medicine basket on his back, and holding a firewood knife for chopping wood in his hand, and the knife was still dripping blood.

Medicine addict Han Baicao, who picks and refines medicine all year round, has no interest in other things.

He glanced at Han Xuesi from a distance, then walked to the river, bent down and put the firewood knife into the river to wash it, got up and walked quickly to the east.

Xu Panshan looked at Han Baicao's distant back and said with a smile: "Han Baye is really a strange person. After saying that, he also walked east.

Lin Jia looked at Mo Di from a distance and said, "There is no fight, farewell." ”

Moddy knew that they had rushed over to help, and he was not polite to him, but just nodded.

Lin Jia and Zhou Shixin walked slowly west along Panxi, and this time they walked really slowly.

"Let's disperse. ”

Han Xuesi's tone was indifferent, and he helped Wen Ren 100 to climb slowly along the mountain road, leaving a group of people to stand on the spot.

The twelfth senior brother Lin Huaixian put the thick-backed knife back into the scabbard behind his back, his face was dumbfounded, and then his eyes swept over the faces of all the junior brothers, and he pretended to be angry and said, "Is it strange that Xiao Jiu is angry? ”

All the juniors and disciples knew that he was a naughty child, and they turned their heads to ignore him.

After listening to his words, Mo Di's old face turned red, and he stepped forward and said: "You must all be Xiao Han's senior brothers, tonight's matter of Immortal Peak bothers you, and Mo Di is here to thank you." ”

Lin Huaixian arched his hand and smiled: "It turned out that it was Lord Mofeng in person, under Lin Huaixian, in the name of the old lady, who came to protect the ninth prince Zhouquan, fortunately it was not too late." ”

Modi said politely: "There is labor, there is labor." ”

Lin Huaixian was not polite at all, and said with a smile: "You're welcome, you're welcome." ”

Han Xuesi sent Wenren 100 back to his residence, fed him two pills, woke up the little fat man Mo Qi, and asked him to serve by the side.

Then he went back to the stilted building, and as soon as he pushed the door open, Mo Cui threw himself into his arms, kept patting his back, and said with a crying voice: "Xiao Jiu, don't leave me next time, do you know how worried I am about you?"

Han Xuesi held Mo Cui's face, wiped away her tears, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, if it's really dangerous, I would have taken you away." ”

Mo Cui suddenly pushed him away, went upstairs with a cold face, walked to the end of the stairs and said coldly, "Sleep downstairs!"

Han Xuesi said to himself: "Woman!"

Mo Di asked Lin Huaixian and the others to take them to the guest house to rest, went to the Great Elder's village alone, stopped not far from his house, and disappeared into the night to exude his divine sense and enter the house.

The Great Elder was kneeling on the ground, and in front of him stood a masked man in a black nightwalker.

As soon as Modi's consciousness entered the room, the man in black noticed something, stopped in the middle of a sentence, pushed open the door and jumped onto the roof, swept quickly westward, and soon disappeared into the night.

The Great Elder didn't know what was going on, and was about to go out the door to take a look, when he just went out and saw Moddy holding the hilt of the knife.

"Peak Master, you ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, his voice stopped, as his head fell off his neck.

Modi put the knife into the sheath, looked at the headless corpse that was standing and couldn't fall, and said coldly: "Eat the dog stuff inside and out!"

......

Early the next morning, Modi summoned the sixteen new elders to the council chamber, told them what had happened the previous night, and then let them disperse.

The death of the Great Elder did not make much waves, and Mo Di told the people in the village that the murderer had been ambushed by the Panxi last night, which was regarded as avenging the Great Elder, promising to bury him, and of course, the new elder of the council allocated a large sum of money to his village, and the people came happily.

After the two left, Mo Di said to the chairman of the board of directors with a calm face: "The supply of spars and pig iron to the eight villages before, after the Chinese New Year, will all be cut off. ”

The chairman of the board of directors is only in his early thirties, and he is not as familiar with the world as the old guys before, so he wanted to ask why, but when he saw the peak master's face, he immediately agreed.

Three days later, in the early morning, the eldest son, Mo Xingluo, kowtowed to Mo Di a few times in the council hall, and then walked out with his satisfied eyes, took the burden he had made in advance, carried a knife and went to the back mountain with Xu Chuan, and became the new mountain guard.

Wen Ren 100 recovered quickly, shouting all day long to eat this and that, and drinking, and was obediently coarse and light rice after being intimidated by Han Xuesi with a dog.

For a few days, Han Xuesi didn't go down the mountain, accompanied Mo Cui to practice in the building, explained to her the difficulties encountered in practice, and occasionally practiced knives with her.

The first few days after his sixteen brothers came to the Peak of Bulao were very leisurely, fishing by the river, catching birds in the mountains, and then finding a hidden place to roast the catch and drink, so happy.

Once, when Modi saw them eating meat and drinking wine from a distance in a mountain stream, he ordered them to be invited to the flower hall that night, and set up a sumptuous banquet to accompany them himself.

At first, they just chatted about some interesting things, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, and in the second half, Mo Di made clear the intention of inviting food, hoping that they could guide the cultivation of the disciples of Immortal Peak.

Lin Huaixian had just finished drinking a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, we won't agree." ”

A few people directly turned the wine glass upside down, got up and left immediately, and didn't give any face.

The next day, Modi sent someone to invite them to the flower hall, and the dishes were still sumptuous, and when they mentioned that in the second half, the bad tempered ones still turned their wine glasses upside down and left directly.

On the third day, Mo Di personally went to the guest house to invite, and one of them said: "Lord Mofeng, don't bother anymore, forgive me." ”

Mo Di said with a smile: "You may not know that Xiao Han handed over the secret of the Dafang Gate to Immortal Peak first, otherwise how could the old man make such an unreasonable request." ”

How can you put the secrets of your own sect in the hands of others?

Lin Huaixian, who had been happy all day, was not calm, stared at Mo Di and asked, "Is what the peak master said true?"

Mo Di came prepared, took out three blue books from his arms, and said with a smile: "How can the old man joke about this kind of thing, if you come to the meeting, I won't have a stone left in this old peak." ”

"The Han Family Knife Method?"

"Flowing Clouds?"

"Heavenly Sword Array?"

The three of them opened the books in their hands, and the rest of the people turned their heads over, and after reading a few pages, they were sure that it was true, they had all practiced, so they knew how heavy the weight was, and they thought to themselves how nonsense the ninth prince was.

Lin Huaixian said with a rare solemn face: "Lord Mofeng, even if the Ninth Prince hands over the secret book, I can't agree to your request." ”

Moddy said, "And what are the difficulties?"

Lin Huaixian said with a smile: "Let's talk about it at the wine table, it's weird to stand there." ”

The group went to the flower hall, and soon there were wine and food coming up, no matter what Modi said, the sixteen people just didn't pick up, drinking and eating by themselves, and two people made a fist, and the people on the side were divided into two factions to cheer them on.

At the end of the meal, Lin Huaixian patted Mo Di's shoulder and said, "The peak master is the father-in-law of our ninth son, as long as our ninth prince agrees to us, it will naturally be difficult to say anything?"

Mo Di nodded with a smile and said, "Mr. Lin woke up the dreamer with a word, how did the old man forget this stubble, come on, come on, the old man will give you a drink." ”

Lin Huaixian said: "How is one cup enough? ”

As soon as his words fell, Wen Ren walked in, his injuries had healed, but his face was still a little pale, and his eyes lit up immediately after seeing Jian Nan Lao Yao on the table, and said aggrievedly: "You senior brothers don't call me when they drink?

Mo Di immediately said: "I heard that the son of the man misunderstood, the old man saw that the son was not healed, so he did not send someone to go on a blind date, since he came, the old man first respected you three times, and he should make amends." ”

Wen Ren finally drank a glass of wine, and laughed: "How can you do three cups? ”

Lin Huaixian behind Modi gave him a thumbs up, winked, and then pouted, motioning for him to knock Modi down.

Han Xuesi's brothers are almost all good at drinking, because his grandfather is an alcoholic, and his father is also the same, the disciple brother has no other church before, so he taught drinking first.

Everyone drank for a while, and after hearing what Mo Di said, he said with a smile: "Brother Nine has handed over the three secret books, can you not agree to this matter?" ”

Lin Huaixian immediately said: "A hundred words are wrong, even if we know that Xiao Jiu will agree, we have to listen to him say no, you are the godson of Xiao Shiniang, we are not, how dare you make decisions for Jiu Gongzi?"

Wen Ren Bai smiled and said, "Twelfth Senior Brother, aren't you very envious?"

Mo Di was not yet drunk, and after hearing the word envy, he was very envious, thinking that it would be great if Immortal Peak could have so many masters in charge.

A few meals of wine were not drunk in vain, and the next day, Lin Huaixian's sixteen people each accepted an apprentice among the disciples in front of the mountain.