After running for more than 400 miles at night, the cultivators entered the boundary of Pingzhou at noon tomorrow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There were already secular officials who had prepared a banquet, and Mu Yu did not refuse, just taking the opportunity to rest and rest on a full stomach, after all, the monk is also a person, a relatively powerful person.

On the banquet table, the delicacies of the mountains and the sea are a must. Considering the status of the cultivators, the officials of the official office hesitated again and again, and did not let the singers and dancers take the stage to cheer up, so as not to annoy everyone. However, the delicacy of that table alone made the cultivators, who had been eating elegant vegetarian food all day long, almost drool.

However, after all, everyone was a monk, and their minds were firm, and they only tasted a few sips of each side dish, and after drinking three glasses of wine, they rode the horses prepared by the government and drove towards Pingzhou City.

Pingzhou is a state under the jurisdiction of the Lijian Sect, and here, the disciples of the Lijian Sect are even greater than the status of the state pastor, not to mention the core disciples like Mu Yu.

There are still ten miles away from Pingzhou City, and the governor of this state led all the officials of all sizes to greet him in person, and they knelt down one after another, and the pomp and circumstance were even more shocking than the emperor's arrival.

"The villain greets all the immortal masters!" A middle-aged man headed by him, slightly chubby, with white sideburns, is the state pastor of Pingzhou, surnamed Chen, as for the name, Mu Yu is not interested in inquiring.

Mu Yu stood with his hands in his hands, and said in a calm voice: "Governor Mu please, take us to the place where we settle down first." ”

"Yes!" Chen Zhoumu hurriedly agreed, although he looked a little nervous, but he was not stage frightened at all, after all, he had been on the official road for half his life, and he still had some courage and insight.

The place where the cultivators settle is not far from the official office of the state capital, it is a quiet place, surrounded by rare buildings, rockery and flowing water, flying crane garden, and the scenery is pleasant. It's an elegant place to live.

"The Bifu?" Mu Yu stared at the plaque hanging under the eaves of the door, and read the words on it lightly.

"This was originally the palace of the saint, and when the saint heard that all the immortal masters were coming here, he hurriedly ordered the villain to clean up this place and provide it for the immortal masters to live in. Chen Zhoumu said busily.

Mu Yu's lips hooked up a trace of imperceptible sarcasm, he has seen the officials here and the problems of this court very thoroughly along the way, not only the officials, but even the current monarch of Dong'an State, who is drunk and dreaming of death, enjoying wealth and nobility, resulting in the decline of national strength, including the four major sects.

And Wu Zhaoguo, not only the five major sects are working hard, but even the secular dynasty monarch is also a man of great talent, only two hundred years old, he is already the peak of the foundation!

The "Hundred Years of Zhongxing" opened by this male lord has created a mountain of grain and grass in Wuzhao Kingdom, rich soldiers, and tens of millions of war horses!

Even if Dong'an loses the battle of national fortunes......

Neither is wronged!

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Perhaps because of the impact of this war related to the fortunes of the country, Pingzhou City, which used to be rich and abundant, could not be closed at night, at night, the streets were deserted, and the doors were locked from house to house.

Every day, Chenzhou Mu will hold a banquet and invite everyone to eat and drink. Shepherd hesitated again and again, but did not shirk. But as the days went by, some young disciples became lazy, and some flattering officials even stuffed beautiful concubines and singers into young disciples.

As a result, in just three days, more than ten disciples broke the color ring.

Some of the old disciples showed a worried expression, and after reporting to Mu Yu, he shook his head and smiled, and said: "Except for some old monsters, who can really be pure and have few desires? On the eve of the war, you and I are already nervous, if we don't relax and vent, sooner or later we will have to hold back the problem...... However, now some of the juniors have become lazy, which is a bad sign...... In this way, tomorrow I will hold a 'discussion meeting' for three days, so that the minds of the juniors and disciples can converge. ”

The old disciple promised, and after holding his fists, he went to prepare for the relevant matters of the 'Discussion of the Dao'.

Pingzhou City, a place called Yanxiang Building.

A chubby young man, of a mediocre appearance, of little age, lying on a bed with his chest open, and a pretty man lying on his stomach under his crotch to serve.

Suddenly, the door was opened roughly, the slightly chubby young man frowned, revealing a sense of anger, and was about to shout, but when he saw the comer, he immediately pushed away the pretty man under his crotch, tidied up his appearance, and acted in fear: "Teacher, teacher, teacher...... Brother ......"

The person who came was dressed in white, and the badge symbolizing the Lijian Sect was marked on his chest, and he glanced at the pretty man who was hiding under the quilt and shivering, and said: "Tomorrow, Brother Pastor will have a 'Discussion Meeting', hurry up and go back to me to clean up! By the way, don't blame me for not reminding you, maybe tomorrow's Discussion Meeting, Brother Priest will catch a few unlucky people and kill chickens to show the monkey!"

This scene is playing out in many places in Pingzhou City.

The next day, some of the people gathered in an open area of the Louvre with uneasiness, with the scorching sun overhead, the last bit of heat before autumn.

The cultivators arrived early, but they didn't see the figure of Mu Yu for a long time, they looked at each other, so they had to sit cross-legged and practice the exercises in silence.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the pastoral language came too late. He first glanced at the crowd and did not speak. Sit on a futon, close your eyes and meditate.

When everyone saw this, they all looked at each other.

"Brother Pastor, dare to ask when the Discussion will begin?" a young man hesitated for a moment and asked, feeling that although he was not very willing to speak, he was a very good talker.

Mu Yu glanced at the faces, and some people noticed the light in Mu Yu's eyes, and lowered their heads one after another, feeling worried.

"In recent days, some rumors have come into my ears, saying that some junior disciples, visiting the Qinglou, appreciating the singers, ......" Mu Yu's voice was soft, and he said: "People, there are always seven emotions and six desires, and most of you are young people, and it is inevitable that they will fall into the temptation of beauty, however, the task entrusted to us by the sect cannot be careless, and the slack heart is not advisable! We must always be vigilant and vigilant against the sudden attack of the Wuzhao State sect......

Seeing the disapprehensive appearance of some people, Mu Yu's voice suddenly turned cold, and said: "Some junior disciples may say in their hearts that the cultivators of the Wuzhao Kingdom Sect should not be so bold and fight on both sides at the same time, right? But according to the information I have, more than 50,000 iron horsemen have gathered on the border of Pingzhou, and this war related to the national fortune of Dong'an has always been a coordinated battle between the secular army and the monk army...... The strength of Wu Zhaoguo is unfathomable, although their main force was pinned down by the army of the four sects in Duo'er Prefecture, but how could it not be their trick?

Thinking of the sad look on Elder Lu's face, Mu Yu felt that the possibility of Wu Zhaoguo's two-sided, or even multi-faceted, battle was very high!

In terms of the size of the secular army and the monk army, Wu Zhaoguo is much higher than Dong'an State, only more than 700,000 secular troops and 80,000 monk troops in Duo'er Prefecture are not all the strength of Wu Zhaoguo, otherwise, Elder Lu would not have sent Mu Yu to lead three hundred qi refining cultivators as disciples to rush to Pingzhou, which is also to prepare just in case.

As for the pastoral language, the so-called 50,000 iron horsemen gathered at the border of Pingzhou are purely his words, giving the cultivators a sense of crisis.

For the words of the pastoral, everyone was convinced, and their expressions suddenly became solemn.

Mu Yu struck while the iron was hot, and continued: "Three days! First calm your hearts, and then I will also make a rule, you can play whatever you want in the morning, but at noon, you must return to the Bifu Palace, practice the eight-clawed fire mantle array, and sit here at night, meditate and meditate together!"

As he spoke, Mu Yu got up, flicked his sleeves, and said in a cold voice: "There are no rules, there is no square circle! The big guy finally went out of the sect, and as a senior brother, I can't bear to embarrass everyone too much, but I hope that you can distinguish between the main and the auxiliary, and don't delay the big things and delay the cultivation because of the flowery world outside! Life is like a white horse passing by, the years are in a hurry, and the life span of mortals is less than a hundred years. Qiu Xian asked, strive for a breakthrough, so that you can extend your lifespan and have more days to spare. If it's for the sake of momentary pleasure, it's stupid. ”

All the cultivators looked at Mu Yu's back, their expressions all showed sincere respect, and some of the young disciples showed shame in their eyes, silently reflected, got up and bowed in the direction of Mu Yu's departure.

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After three days of discussion, with the establishment of pastoral rules, everything went on the right track.

For fourteen days, everything was fine.

Until, this night.

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Hai Shi: People are fixed, also known as fixed dusk. By this time it was dark and people were already asleep.

The night, like a thick inkstone, is so deep that it can't be dissolved. The moonlight shines like crystal amber, shining everywhere, quietly pouring on a leaf and flower, a thin green mist floats on the lotus pond, and the sky full of stars hanging high in the sky is also shining.

The light shone through the trees, and the shrubs in the high places fell jagged and mottled black shadows.

Shepherd pushed open the door, always restless tonight.

Glancing at the disciples who were meditating in the open space, Mu Yu put aside a scroll, bathed in the moonlight, found a futon, and meditated together.

Some people who were talking in a low voice, but when they saw the comer, they immediately stopped their mouths, and hurriedly pinched their hands to make a decision, and cultivated with peace of mind.

Outside the Bivre, a group of figures quietly gathered.

Chen Zhoumu looked at the gate of the Bifu Palace with a gloomy expression, his fists clenched, and he turned white for a while, reflecting the fear in his heart.

"Scared?" A burly young man, carrying a heavy sword, glanced at Chen Zhoumu with contempt on his face.

Chen Zhoumu hurriedly bowed down and did not speak.

"After the deed is completed, you will be the hero of Wu Zhaoguo, not only can you further your official position, but you can also enjoy the glory of the tenth generation. The young man with the heavy sword on his back said coldly.

"The villain is willing to sacrifice this dry firewood for the great cause of the Immortal Sect!" Chen Zhoumu flattered his face.

"Hahaha...... Yes, yes, in this raging fire, if you are a mortal, you are just a dry piece of fire!" laughed the young man with the heavy sword on his back, without taking into account Chen Zhoumu's dignity and face.