"I'm a Chu madman, Feng Ge laughs at Kongqiu, holds a knife, and likes to cut people's heads. I don't send a hundred flowers when I have a hundred flowers, and I ......kill a hundred flowers when I have a hundred flowers."

In the yellow clouds, the sound is rolling, all the way to Shaanxi Lishan drifting away, the Fengling Inn a dry person, regardless of the three religions and nine streams, virtuous or not, all killed, and forced to ask Xu Tianbiao's whereabouts, Wang Zhong was extremely satisfied, very happy, when he went to the air, took four or five altars of aged flower carvings from the inn, wrapped them in sleeves, patted open the mud, and suddenly the aroma was fragrant, the wine was like amber, the thread was drawn into silk, the entrance was glycol, and it was refreshing.

Suddenly, his heart became more and more happy, and he flew into the air, drinking and singing all the way, laughing and leaving.

"Wine is old and good wine! Man is a murderer, do as he pleases, not too happy, happy, happy!"

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, Wang Zhong's eyes are slightly red, blurry and hazy, as if recalling the rì who killed more than a dozen people in one breath in the modern emperor hotel, and he also said that. "In addition to the national thief, it is really happy. To this day, it still echoes in my ears.

In a fit of anger, blood splashed five steps, and then he died at the end of the world, nine deaths, and fell into the turbulent red dust and chaos of the world. But Wang Zhong has never regretted it, if the person who can be killed does not kill, he will bow his head with a bowed heart, how can he be willing to violate it? If he violates it, he is a mundane person, a villain is ignorant, and he is entangled in the chaotic bondage, how can he know the true meaning of the word happiness?

The word life and death, that is extremely easy, the world is big, there is no life and death disillusionment one day, the dream bubble is general, if you don't give in, it is extremely difficult.

However, it is said that the scenery on all sides is changing, and after a meal, Wang Zhong has already flown along the Yellow River, and when he arrived in Shaanxi, he saw that it was not far from Lishan, so he pressed the cloud head in the uninhabited field and walked away.

Here, Wang Zhong flew to Lishan, but there was big trouble at the Fengling Ferry. Wang Zhong disagreed, and washed the Fengling Inn with blood, and there was no one who survived.

At that time, the people in the town thought that the monster was coming, they were frightened, after Wang Zhong left, he reluctantly opened the door, only to see the blood on the street, the corpses were scattered, there was a bold, trembling, riding a horse to the county government to report to the official, the county order was also horrified out of the shell, a count, there were actually a few Xiucai inside, Xiucai status is extremely high, to the county government and county officials have to give a seat. What's more, there were dozens of people who died, and the county order hurriedly reported to the Luoyang garrison, went to Kaifeng Mansion, and was busy checking, but one of them was still the son of Fang Jueji, the leader of the Donglin Party, which was not trivial.

Ten days later, the Shaolin, Huashan, and people all arrived at the Fengling Ferry.

Huashan Sword Immortal Sima Buqun led four or five disciples to come in person, and that week Zhongyong had already been hit by yīn phosphorus sand bombs, turned into ashes, and the scum could not be found, and went to the yamen to check the corpses of several running boys, all of them were small holes in the chest, as if they were pricked by needles, and then their hearts were broken and died.

After Sima Buqun saw it, he suddenly remembered something, and his face changed.

"Master Zhishan, do you think it is the poisonous hand of that demon man?" This Sima Buqun is already sixty or seventy years old, but his internal strength is profound, he looks middle-aged, his face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like stars, his body is slender, covered with a wide green shirt, his hands are empty, and he is behind his back, showing the demeanor of a faction leader.

Next to him is a monk, with white eyebrows and beards, and the skin of the whole body is pale golden, it is the master of Songshan Shaolin Zen Gate Demon Hall, who is the master of the best, cultivating the magic power of King Kong and subduing demons, refining the palm of King Kong and a mouth of Prajna Zen knife, and the few dragon gate dart masters who died this time are his lay disciples of the Demon Hall. Every year, a large amount of money and food should be offered to Shaolin, elixirs should be purchased for the Fu Demon Hall, good iron and copper should be used, temples should be repaired, and gold bodies should be made for the Buddha. Now that he has been killed, as a teacher, he naturally wants to come out to investigate the murderer and take revenge.

"Amitabha, the evil demons of the left path in the world are like carp crossing the river, and the poor monk can't say for sure. ”

After Sima Buqun heard this, he was slightly unhappy in his heart, and was about to say something, when suddenly a brocade guard hurriedly came in: "King Fu has invited you." ”

Fenglingdu is under the jurisdiction of Luoyang, controlled by the king of Luoyang, this king of Luoyang is the king of Fu Zhu Changxun, as soon as he heard this, there was also a son of the leader of the Donglin party who died, and he had to have a lot to do, so he came immediately. He has always been at odds with the Donglin Party, and he is going to use this to suppress these Confucian students.

Zhu Changxun is ambitious again, and he just took this opportunity to strengthen the Shaolin and Huashan factions and work for him. The last time in the Beibi Mountain incident, he suffered a big loss, even the head of East Kunlun was taken away, life and death are unknown, although the treasure is in hand, but the desolate green dragon flag in his hand has been taken away, the two are offset, and he feels that it is not worth it, but now he has a lot of things, and he is controlled in many ways, and he is powerless to deal with Wang Zhong, the old demon.

"The corpses of Fang Wei and a few scholars have been pulled away by the Donglin Party, and the rest of the corpses, except for Huashan and Shaolin, have been buried in the mass graves in order to prevent the plague. Zhu Changxun heard the report from the Jinyi guards under his door, and he was furious in his heart, and secretly scolded the Donglin Party for being cunning.

"Master, Master Sima is invited. Zhu Changxun invited the two of them in.

"Don't work for the prince!"

After a few polite words, Zhu Changxun stepped into the topic, "At present, the evil demons are rampant, repeatedly surround the people, and now such a tragedy has happened, it is really intolerable, the two are the elders of the righteous sect, and they have supreme demon subjugation skills, and now Xiao Wang is instructed by his father to have the intention to eliminate demons, and he has to use the power of the two to contact the factions, and the money and food consumed are all secretly supplied by the imperial court, how about the two?"

Sima Buqun and Zhishan glanced at each other, and secretly thought: The demon method in this murdered disciple is extremely powerful, it seems that the legendary Xuanyīn Atu technique, if it is really this technique, it is very difficult to do. Although the junior brother is a deacon in the White Lotus Sect, he has been unwilling recently, and he has been severely suppressed by Xu Tianbiao. rì inevitably encounters disaster. It is better to use the power of the imperial court, this blessed king obviously has the intention of accepting, if he makes friends, the disciples of the back door will have a chance to be promoted, which will be beneficial to the business of the door. ”

The people who practice all over the world are called Qi refiners, cultivating the method of internal breathing, in order to live forever, but they can't leave the world, those remote evil sects, such as the Red Gu Village, rely on the abundance of local products, the mountain people are worshipped, the emperor is far away, and the wealth is rivaling the country.

But the major sects located in the Central Plains are not good, under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and they must be controlled by the imperial court, although people outside the world still can't come nonsense, plus the sects are huge, the population is large, eating, drinking, sleeping, tempering magic weapons, all need money.

The destiny of heaven is determined, even if they are as strong as Lu Shang, Han Fei, Zhang Liang, Kong Ming, Li Yaoshi, Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, Ba Sipa, Zhang Sanfeng, Liu Bowen and others, they must not be exempted, and they must borrow national strength to complete their own cultivation.

Cultivation is not something that can be closed by retreating in the deep mountains and old forests. If you don't go through the tempering of the red dust and understand the operation of the general trend of the Heavenly Dao, how can you be detached?

At that moment, Sima Buqun and Zhishan nodded one after another, and promised to contact the best fellow sects to deal with this matter together. Zhu Changxun hurriedly greeted his subordinates and received 100,000 taels of silver and two factions as a degree.

"The group of Confucian students in the Donglin Party looked down on the people in the rivers and lakes, left early, and did not meet with the master and the head of Sima, this group of corrupt Confucians, very stubborn, and the head and master did not have to deal with them. Zhu Changxun clearly provoked.

"Hmph!" Sima Buqun sneered, did not speak, and was quite clear in his heart, he Huashan was also a Confucian method of cultivating qi and self-cultivation to refine the sword, Huashan Patriarch is a descendant of Sima Guang in the Song Dynasty, the theory did not agree with Zhu Xi, and he left the official angrily, imitating the purity of Taoism, and founded the Huashan faction, which has since been regarded as a reckless man.

This Donglin Party, Bailudong Academy, and Yuelu Academy are all science subjects, and they are self-sustaining for heaven and earth, establishing lives for the people, continuing to learn for the saints, and opening peace for all generations. Regard yourself as a savior, live in a temple, where can you afford these rivers and lakes recklessly.

"White Lotus Illusion?"

Wang Zhong killed that group of people on a whim, and he also knew that there would be trouble, but after his death, he was too lazy to calculate, the soldiers came to block, the water came to Tutun, his own heavenly demon has been completed, jīng repaired the Black Mountain**, who are you afraid of? The old demon of the previous generation of Black Mountain, for hundreds of years, has never seen scruples.

When I came to Lishan, I saw that the scenery was strange and beautiful, and it had a unique flavor, which was very different from the scenery of the Loess Plateau that I saw all the way. Among them, there are hot springs, deep into the mountains, the scenery is surrounded by mist, it is not clear to see, Wang Zhong stepped into the mountains, walked along the path for more than ten miles, came to a valley, only to see the cliffs towering on both sides, as if the axe came out. The valley is warm and humid. The flowers are in full bloom, the fragrance is striking, and it is really a good place to go out.

When I arrived at the valley zhōngyāng, I was about to move forward, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, the sky was dark, the sand and stones were flying, and all the flowers and plants in the ground were rolled up, condensed into a pillar by column, as if controlled by a mysterious force, Qi Qi squeezed towards zhōngyāng.

Wang Zhong sneered, raised his hand, and immediately five light gold splendid fire lines came out of his hand, with a loud bang, the fire line exploded, and a puff of sun and true fire were chaotic on all sides, blowing up all the grass pillars, flying all over the sky, and at the same time, the wind disappeared immediately, and the fog in the valley was filled, and in the fog, the white lotus was in full bloom, and the flowers were the size of a bucket basin, and there was a Maitreya sitting faintly on it, and the sound of murmuring came from above.

Wang Zhong first used the Sun True Fire condensed by his Yuan Shen to break through the wind in the valley, but this valley was the general rudder of the White Lotus Sect for a long time.

Looking back, the retreat was also covered with fog, and there were white lotuses everywhere.

Wang Zhong took another step forward, and saw that among the white lotus, the cold light flickered, and countless carved arrows, one by one, swarming like locusts.

Seeing the sharp arrows flying, Wang Zhong ignored them as if he hadn't seen them, only lifted the cloak, hung down with more than a foot of silver hair, and wrapped his body into a big silver-white cocoon.

After refining the carapace and horns of the dragon, Wang Zhong's Xuan yīn Atu technique has been cultivated, and his hair and nails are like flying swords, although these arrows are sharp, they are mortal iron, where can they be worn.

"Haven't you broken it yet?" After eighteen steps forward, Wang Zhong shook his hand and hit the Nai He Pearl, turned into a wave of true body, and lifted the Demon Luo Sutra to the ground, which was only nine inches high, but as soon as it was placed in the ground, it immediately seemed to be popular and smashed to the ground, and the whole valley shook, only to hear the mountain rock cracking, the earthquake-like trembling, the fog that was originally permeated in the valley, and the illusionary White Lotus Maitreya seemed to disappear as if the wind and clouds seemed to disappear.

The Moluo Sutra is a mysterious substance in the universe refined, not gold or iron, not wood or stone, usually only weighs a hundred catties, but it is used by the hands of the heavenly demons, and immediately recovers its original power, a small one, weighing a thousand tons, like a mountain peak. As soon as it hit the ground, it immediately caused a strong vibration, causing the strange gate arranged in the valley to deviate from its position, and immediately shattered the illusion.

As soon as the illusion was shattered, I saw that at the end of this valley that was five or six miles long, a dark and dreary mountain stream and canyon appeared, dripping water continuously, as if leading to another world.

"Which friend, break my teaching illusion array?"

The torches were lit, and dozens of big men came out of the canyon, wearing oilcloth clothes, straw sandals, hats, cross-waist knives, and a musket on their backs.

As the torches were lit, on the top of the cliff, on the stone platform in the middle, there were also many big men dressed in the same cost, all holding muskets and aiming at the valley zhōngyāng, there were five or six stone platforms scattered on the cliff, and with the creaking and piercing sound, six Hongyi cannons were actually launched. Wang Zhong looked at it, and saw that the cannon was smaller than the ordinary one, with the shining jīng steel as the wheel, which could be pushed, and there was a rocker on it, a compass-like measuring and positioning instrument, and the barrel mouth was jet black and bright, which seemed to be newly refined tungsten steel.

"Xu Tianbiao is here, there is no doubt about it!" Seeing this improved cannon, Wang Zhong knew that except for Xu Tianbiao from the modern era, no one had done it, Xu Tianbiao was the director of the Ten Divisions, trained since he was a child, and knew all kinds of weapons well, and when he came to ancient times, he joined a rebel organization like the White Lotus Sect, and there was no shortage of money and manpower.

"Go and tell Xu Tianbiao, just say that the old man is visiting! Don't make unnecessary plans, lest you lose your life in vain!"

These people saw that the king Zhong of the valley was not like a human, and there was a yellow cloud demon god beside him, more than ten zhang high, six arms and no legs, and a hideous face, and they were already a little terrified in their hearts. The carved iron arrows that were so powerful before couldn't move him at all, and they were already the power of ghosts and gods. You really have to teach middle and high people to deal with it.

When the next big man hurriedly entered, he came out after a while: "The deputy sect leader has invited Mr. Wang." ”

Wang Zhong laughed and stepped into the canyon.