The young man breathed a sigh of relief, at least there was nothing in Song Mozhong, it seemed that the Privy Council had found out the background of some killers, and it was still defined as killing some high-ranking monks, creating chaos, and causing an extremely bad impact on the reputation of the Great Xia Kingdom, so as to sabotage this grand event.

The Privy Council must have reluctantly come up with this decision after a day of urgent secret investigation, which can be regarded as a smooth push. It is estimated that out of the city, these high-level monks will not be imprisoned by the city, and it will not be a problem to fight against the Yuanying Killer, because there is no one in the Immortal Cultivation Realm who is willing to be a killer, and it is difficult for the killer to break through the realm and enter the Avatar Realm, and the karma tribulation will not be able to pass.

The Privy Council acted in a formal manner, and after confirming that Song Mozhong was not being followed, the young man intercepted him, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and finally let go of the stone in their hearts.

"Old Master Song, you continue to walk forward and walk out of the east gate, meet at the ten-mile long pavilion, I will wait for them here, and go out of the city to find you. ”

"Okay!" Song Mozhong knew that staying would only drag down the master, so he didn't hesitate at all, and went straight to the east gate.

It wasn't until he saw Song Mozhong go out of the city gate and walk out for three or five miles that the young man breathed a sigh of relief, until now, everything was normal, except for the four fellow men who participated in the primary election, they had all gone out of the city. As long as you go out of the city and have a stone to dare to be there, it will be absolutely safe.

However, the young man just wanted to send Song Mozhong out of the city as soon as possible, but he ignored that Shi Dangdang and Hua Hai each took thirty people to fly with the sword, with Shi Kangdang's speed, they could rush back in two hours, and Hua Hai was much slower, for the safety of so many people, he didn't dare to let Hua Hai stay alone, so he could only go together. So Shi Dangdang was a full hour later than the original time.

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Just when the boy turned back to Xuanwu Street, Song Mozhong came to the Ten Mile Long Pavilion. At this moment, there are no people here, only a few people are sitting or standing in the pavilion, glancing at the official road from time to time, as if waiting for someone. At this moment, Xiayang City only needs women to enter the city, so no men go to the direction of the city gate, and the people in the city are waiting for the results of the primary election, and no one comes out of the city, even if they go out of the city, they will wait until later. For the next three days, the gate of Xiayang City was closed, and some ordinary people were also dispelled from entering the city.

Song Mozhong was still very nervous, since Shizun had arranged the retreat so carefully, he had smelled a strong aura of danger. Just now, it was the officers and soldiers and the king of the Privy Council who were facing it head-on, and he was ready to be at his mercy and not resist. When he was young and vigorous, he rarely experienced fighting with others, this old Confucian seemed to have no memory, he had fought with people when he was still in the Qi refining period, and the battle that had nothing to do with life and death was still lost, and for decades after that, he was obsessed with teaching, and his practice was only the mental method. Even the mental method has been stagnant in the Jindan initial realm for twenty years without progress, and the recent ignition of the master has finally broken through the mirror and entered the middle stage of the Jindan.

It is an indisputable fact that the knowledge and mental methods inherited by Confucianism are only for the great way, and they are not good at fighting.

The main reason for Song Mozhong's nervousness was these people in the pavilion, they were indeed waiting for someone, but the person waiting should be him, because when they looked him up and down, there was excitement in their eyes.

Three men and two women, three foundation monks, and two Jindan monks. The two women are of the same age, both are in the early stage of Jindan, they are both around thirty, and they are pretty, but they have been killed for a long time, and it can be seen from the murderous aura revealed from them that Old Master Song still has this bit of eyesight. The other three people, who are three physical cultivators, are already in the middle and late stages of foundation building, thirty or forty years old, in the prime of life, with a strong body, giving people a sense of vigorous and powerful impact, but they are respectful to the two women.

Old Master Song didn't move forward, he stopped more than ten zhang away from the pavilion, and smiled at the other party, feeling uncomfortable.

"Old gentleman, is it a teacher, a Confucian one?" one of the women asked crisply, smiling like a spring breeze.

"Yes, the old man has been teaching all his life, looking forward to enlightening one more manufacturable material who has the opportunity to win the avenue. Old Master Song stabilized his heart and said.

"Confucianism should be convincing to the people of the world, half of the monks are from Confucianism, so why did they choose other immortal sects later, didn't you Confucianism make wedding clothes for others. The woman's interest in chatting was undiminished.

"Confucianism pays attention to educating people, teaching is classless, Confucianism has a great way, as long as it is upheld, the opportunity is much greater than that of other immortals. It's just that most people in the world think that the cultivation avenue is to improve cultivation and increase combat power, but it is actually a fate to seek fish. ”

"What Mr. Yi means is that people who have been practicing Confucianism are easier to do, but the world is like this, and there are always some disasters that cannot be avoided after thousands of years of practice, so what should I do?" The tone was cold, making people shudder, and this woman's words had a deep meaning.

Old Master Song's heart almost went into arrest, and the more he worried about something, the more he came, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, how could he have the slightest momentum of a monk. The most terrible thing is that at some point, two more came up behind him, they were two sword cultivators who built the foundation realm, flying swords behind their backs, and their momentum was not bad, and they were less than twenty zhang away from themselves.

"You, what are you going to do? in broad daylight. Old Master Song forced his composure, but his trembling voice completely betrayed him, and no one would be calm in the face of a group of well-trained and purposeful killers.

"Don't be afraid, aren't there many people in the Confucian Sect? The woman asked lightly.

"Old, the old disciple said to wait here, wait, these rabbit cubs don't know where to go. ”

"Senior sister, don't care so much, catch one by one, this old guy is from the Jindan Realm, take it first. Another Jindan nun on the side said in a low voice impatiently.

"What's the hurry, there are sixty Confucian disciples that the spy said, only one Jindan Realm Jindan, and several Zhuji Realm, this old guy may be here to explore the way, and he can't run away anyway, ask clearly. The same low voice, the expression on his face remained the same.

"Hey, old man, how many more disciples are you going to come over this time?"

"A lot, a lot, yes! a lot. ”

"I heard that Li Tianxu is also coming?"

"How do you know! Who are you?" Old Master Song's face changed greatly, he had just come out of the Privy Council, and it had only been half an hour all the way here. How did the other party lay a trap in half an hour, could it be arranged by the Privy Council, it is inconvenient to do it in the city, and he wants to kill people here.

"Old man, why be nervous, as long as you obediently restrain your hands, the little woman will not embarrass an old master, you can continue your avenue, we just want Li Tianxu!" the woman said coldly.

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"Don't you think, the old man will not let you succeed even if he blew himself up!" Old Master Song staggered back, because of anger, the hair has already risen, and the left and right hands have appeared out of thin air all the jade brush, the pen barrel is taken from the iceberg cold jade, carved, the pen head is taken from the eyebrows of the thousand-year-old snow wolf, each snow wolf has a sharp eyebrow but less than twenty, fortunately, the snow wolf's eyebrows have no other use, so this is the collection of a hundred thousand-year-old snow wolves to make up the two pen heads. It was handed over to the master of Lu Gong in Shuzhong, and the grandson of Gong Gong was made into two treasure pens, one said: Ce Tian!

Old Master Song only has these two belongings in his life, one is kept for his own use, and the other wants to be left for his disciples, but unfortunately Qiuyang only wants to be a sword cultivator, and besides, the realm is not in the Jindan realm, and he can't communicate with the world.

The left hand is holding the ground, and the right hand is holding the sky! Both hands are trembling slightly!

"Oh, look at what an old master has become, is it useful to get two brushes in a fight? What's wrong with Jindan in the middle of the period, it's just an old Confucian scholar. Even if it's a cat, it's an old and sick cat, and they, the rats, have to play around and swallow the cat.

"I, Song Mozhong, have never fought with others in my life, and today the old man is going to be a teenager!"

Seeing the two pens in his hand, the old master actually dropped two tears, tears dripped down, all of them did not enter the tip of the pen brows, and the two pen heads flashed two golden lights at the same time.

"Hey, old man, are you reluctant to use these two pens, or are you reluctant to your avenue? Why bother, as long as you cooperate with us to take down Li Tianxu, you will continue to use your two pens to write your Cotai Avenue. The Jindan woman pursed her lips and said regretfully.

"Old man, it is true that I care about the Great Dao, and I also distinguish between right and wrong, I teach dozens of disciples, and I have always asked them to be bold and upright, and do something and not do something. If I promise you today, the old man's Dao heart will be damaged, and he will no longer be able to make achievements. Old Master Song said, his left and right arms flew up and down, and the ink flew.

The left hand is danqing, swaying freehand, drawing a bamboo forest out of thin air! The green bamboo is dense, swaying in the strong wind, and the momentum is magnificent.

The right hand is written with a quick book, an iron painting silver hook, and a quatrain is written out of thin air!'Cuiyun bamboo is born in the wilderness, and the spear body knife leaves are whistling in the autumn wind. If you want to know where to hold the festival Jackie Chan, you should be in the ten-mile long pavilion'.

After finishing the calligraphy and painting, the two pens were handed over to the left hand, the right palm was held high, and he shouted: "Yin!" A red seal and red seal - 'in the ink'!

The old master looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Haha!" His right hand was patted on the calligraphy and painting that had not yet dried.

The red light flashed, and the bright red seal and the calligraphy and painting were integrated!

The surrounding space is variable, just in the center of the official road, there is a bamboo forest, the trees are like the thickness of a tea bowl, about two zhang high, the weather is still at the end of summer, and the bamboo forest is a group of autumn wind and killing breath!

Song Mozhong Danqing calligraphy is unique, with a pen to communicate the world, drawing a pair of Danqing iron scrolls. In the early twenty years of the Jindan Realm, the old master lacked spirituality, but his cultivation foundation was strong!

The surrounding aura is also stirred by the autumn wind in the bamboo forest, gathering in this bamboo forest from all directions, and this bamboo forest is also expanding outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and bamboo shoots continue to drill out of the ground, and then rise up from the joints, and the branches and leaves grow wildly!

Danqing book, please enter the ink!

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The seven people present were all stupid, and at first everyone didn't care, thinking that the old master was going to leave a calligraphy and painting before he died, until the big seal was covered, and the Jindan nun knew that something was wrong! I knew that I should immediately interrupt the old master to write and paint! But now I regret it too late! The old master Song only had half a breath to finish this bamboo forest.

"Look at it! If I abolish this bamboo forest, I don't believe that an old pedant can have any ability! What a big wave to stir up!"

"Yes!"

The two sword cultivators, sacrificing their flying swords, flashed in the air with a cold light, and slashed towards the bamboo forest.

The three body cultivators each drew their swords, danced like flying, and rushed to the edge of the bamboo forest that had spread to the ten-mile long pavilion, slashing at the growing bamboo.

The sound of 'click-click' is endless, the bamboo is like substance, the flying sword whistles and slashes, and the bamboo at the mouth of a bowl is broken in response, but the flying sword is also stagnant, the speed drops sharply, and it is no longer able to cut off the second one. I had to re-sacrifice, pull back the speed, and slash back again. The severed bamboo immediately became invisible, but immediately another bamboo was formed in its original location.

The speed at which the three body cultivators cut down the bamboo was much faster than the flying sword, but it also stopped the expansion of the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest and the five foundation building monks entered a stalemate situation, which was also the difference between the Jindan realm and the Zhuji realm.

The surrounding aura continued to pour in. If this continues, the spiritual power in the bodies of the five foundation building monks will be exhausted by the bamboo forest sooner or later.

"You three, don't cut it!

"Yes!"

The three of them separated the dense bamboo and entered the bamboo forest, and when the whole person entered the bamboo forest, they suddenly lost their way, the autumn wind howled in the forest, and the leaves fluttered, like a knife blade swishing and shooting.

The bamboo forest is dense, and the three swords can't be wielded, and they can't effectively block, so they can only dodge as much as possible, but dodging is also inconvenient, and the body has been cut through several bamboo leaves before it can count the time. Fortunately, it was not a real blade, but it also made the three of them suffer, the clothes on their bodies were torn, and they were cut with blood, relying on the strong body of physical cultivation, so that it was not fatal.

The bamboo forest no longer expands, but the three of them stand on the ground, and from time to time there are bamboo shoots breaking through the ground, like a spear with a handle, forcing the three of them to retreat, and finally withdraw from the bamboo forest.

At this moment, the three of them were covered in clothes, with blood marks all over their bodies, and one was limped by bamboo shoots, and he was in an indescribable embarrassment.

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"Rubbish!" said the Jindan nun angrily. "Senior sister, attack with fireballs!"

"Okay, look at me, I'm going to let that old guy die in the fire!"

"All the way", three fireballs of the size of a few feet were generated out of thin air, roaring away with a long tail flame, shooting towards the bamboo forest.

The edge of the bamboo forest was on fire instantly!