This is a decisive battle that is many years late in the eyes of Xiliang people.
In the previous battle at Magati Temple, Meng Qi was seriously injured, and correspondingly, more than half of the monks at Magiti Temple were killed or injured.
The wheel battle did not touch the cheap Xiliang people, and I will never forget that scene.
The pagoda and the hall dedicated to the gods were devastated. Although the beams and pillars still did not collapse, the four walls were filled with wind, and the solemn and majestic scene was no longer there.
There are monks lying all over the place, some of them are dead, and those who are still alive are sitting cross-legged and reciting the scriptures, their bodies are stained with blood, and the tongue-in-cheek Sanskrit words from foreign countries reverberate in the temple. Foresaw the collapse of the Xiliang Kingdom.
Meng Qi was the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty. He stepped into the Mojieti Temple because it had nothing to do with the forces in the Central Plains, nor did he come to learn martial arts.
He just wanted to defeat and destroy the confidence of the people of Xiliang.
For a long time, the strange and inexplicable martial arts of Mojieti Temple have been widely circulated in the Central Plains. After the failure of Xiliang's southward invasion, assassins were sent to assassinate Yin Qingheng. Although those assassins had only learned the martial arts of Magiti Temple, they were not real monks, but everyone knew that if Xiliang faced the danger of destroying the country, those monks who only cared about chanting scriptures would immediately stand up.
Meng Qi could not let his friends, the pillars of the Chu Dynasty, and the young generals of the army face such a calamity.
Victory or defeat on the battlefield is based on one's own ability. The sharpness of a knife and arrow is nothing but ordinary things, and the assassination of a martial arts master is different.
At that time, Meng Qi was no longer the Meng Qi who followed Li Yuanze to conquer the world. He obtained countless classics from the palace of the Chen Dynasty and learned martial arts for many years.
It is precisely because of the high level of martial arts that Meng Qi knows what a master in the family can do.
So he went alone.
Back in blood.
Xiliang dignitaries and the upper class were afraid that the people would panic because the supreme Buddhist temple in their hearts was robbed, and they blocked the news and kept it secret.
Even the monarchs and ministers of the Chu Dynasty only knew a general idea. Those who didn't understand martial arts were not very clear about the inside story of this battle and how high Meng Qi's martial arts were. Even in the eyes of some young generals and courtiers, this is just like what is recorded in the history books. The warriors and warriors of the two countries must first fight to improve their momentum.
The momentum of the people of Xiliang was indeed defeated. Before Meng Qi came, they only knew that this was a Chu general who knew Qimen Dunjia and was good at defending and resisting the enemy. Among the fourteen heroes of the founding of the Chu Dynasty, he was the least famous and had the highest honors and awards. unremarkable person.
Those who are good at fighting have no outstanding achievements, and the people of Xiliang do not know how many talented people like Meng Qi still exist in the Central Plains.
The army of the Chu Dynasty launched a massive attack, and some of the dignitaries advocated moving the capital to the west and fled west, hoping that the vast Gobi would block the Chu army's expedition.
People are scattered and officials are corrupted. Xiliang Tieqikong has the reputation of being brave, but within half a year, the Chu army has reached the capital of Xiazhou.
Now the old Xiliang nobles gathered under the command of Ayan Puka have all demonized Meng Qi. It is said that the Chu Dynasty national teacher had sinister intentions, killed all the monks in the Mojiati Temple, and almost broke into the palace to assassinate the state lord.
It is precisely because of this person that when the army of the Chu Dynasty attacks, the lord and the powerful will want to preserve the national strength and avoid the war and move the capital.
A lie told a thousand times is like the truth, and gradually they believed it, not to mention the unborn young generation who were still young when the country was subjugated.
How much they pursued and revered Ayan Puka in their hearts, they regretted it.
It is a pity that Ayan Puka was born thirty years late.
- That's Zamp! Be blessed by God! Practiced the highest martial arts of Mojieti Temple! Meng Qi had never seen the real power of Xiliang people! He just got lucky!
Many of the above thoughts lingered in the minds of Xiliang people, biting their hearts frantically.
The mood is now erupting like a volcano, and they are screaming frantically,
Meng Qi is old, and Ayan Puka is in his prime!
"Zamp, kill him."
The catharsis of hatred and fear, the people in the fire waving weapons, their eyes were red.
Looking out through the bushes, it seems like a group of demons dancing wildly outside.
Ink carp: "… "
He put away the rough cloth draped over his body, and the "goshawk" that Ayan Puka saw just now was actually a black carp.
The original intention was to test Ayan Puka's reaction in order to verify the speculation about Mount Anahdo.
Ayan Puka was really distracted, and he didn't even notice Meng Qi appeared behind him, which was unusual for a top expert, Meng Qi's sneak attack was so successful that Mo Li didn't even expect it, because it wasn't something they negotiated.
Their first priority is to burn the hibiscus, the seeds that have been picked and the crushed powder of the fruit must also be destroyed.
The arson went smoothly, but there was no Ahirong's fruit in the warehouse. The two searched for the ink carp and picked up a large roll of cloth. Meng Qi thought of the idea of testing Ayan Puka.
The people of Xiliang were still screaming wildly. They didn't know that Ayan Puka had been injured, but Mo Li was different. He was determined.
Ayan Puka has become difficult to ride a tiger. There is no sunlight now, and even the moonlight is strictly blocked by the thick smoke and dense trees. Broken once.
The people of Xiliang don't know about this, so can Anpuka not know it? Once the killer is ineffective, you can only rely on your own abilities.
When Ayan Puka broke out of the house, he thought he had the advantage of the location, but the injury came unexpectedly.
In fact, the sword was not stabbed deeply, it was mainly for the internal injury caused by the shock away from the sword's edge.
Ayan Puka hurriedly tapped a few acupoints with his backhand to stop the bleeding. His body was churning with qi and blood.
This is not the way to go, Ayan Puka fought and retreated without a trace.
Not to deceive Meng Qi, but to deceive the shouting Xiliang people below, to make them think that the two sides are evenly matched, and then take the opportunity to get out of their sight so that they can escape.
The corner of Meng Qi's mouth evoked a sarcastic smile, but he did not expose it. On the contrary, he cooperated with the opponent to move and fight.
Ayan Puka is not stupid, he quickly understood Meng Qi's intentions.
-Meng Qi was ready to attack at the right time, so that the people of Xiliang could see Ayan Puka's escape, leaving all the people of Xiliang to escape alone.
The leader who revered like a god suddenly collapsed, more ruthless than killing someone directly.
This power to restore the country, no matter how huge, will collapse in an instant and become a mess.
People's hearts are scattered, and retreat is born. Some people want to continue to restore the country, some people fight to divide up the wealth that has been secretly operated over the years and then go into incognito, but no matter what, they will hate Ayan Puka extremely, how much they revered before, and how much resentment they will later.
This is the drawback of deifying oneself and using faith to rule over subordinates.
However, Ayan Puka had no choice. Without the help of the name of the descendants of the royal family of Xiliang, and without stealing the martial arts of Mojiati Temple, he simply could not gather people's hearts and make them willing to serve him. He didn't even think it was a weakness at first, because he knew the secrets of the dragon veins and had enough confidence in his own strength.
However, everything did not go according to his plan.
The swordsman Su Li'er did not follow, and Meng Qi was not restrained by the mystery of the dragon veins of Feihe Mountain, and he was so quickly hit with his own foolproof ecstasy old nest!
what on earth is it
Ayan Puka was so angry that he vomited blood, and his inner breath became more disordered.
The people of Xiliang shouted frantically, like firewood added to the fire, which burned him to the core.
The flames flickered and the smoke billowed.
Ayan Puka didn't dare to deal with it with all his strength. He had to pay attention to what was behind him, and pay attention to the ink carp that might jump out to attack him at some point. He had already suffered a big loss from being attacked.
However, Mo Li didn't think about how to give him a knife in the dark.
Doctor Mo has other things to do.
He circled around a spacious bamboo house. Before, he guessed with Meng Qi that this was Ayan Puka's residence, because the terrain was the highest here, and there were no people growing vegetables or food at the door, only a few peach blossom trees. Looking through the window from a distance, it was very neat and empty.
There is a Buddha statue in the main hall of the bamboo house, and the decoration is exotic.
The ink carp walked in and searched for the Ahibiscus seeds that Ayan Puka might have saved.
The more he looked, the tighter Mo Li's brows became.
This bamboo hut is ordinary in appearance, neither wind-resistant nor warm, but the people who live here don’t care about these things. The bedrooms in the house are covered with soft wool carpets, depending on the weaving method or from the Western Regions, inlaid with gold and silver There are not many gems and ornaments, but the brocade and jade porcelain in the south are all top-quality products.
If he didn't look at the bamboo house outside, Mo Li would have thought that he had entered the Taijing Palace.
Because they are not listed as rare treasures, but daily utensils, even the window poles are wrapped with sandalwood and gold wire, and the enamel painted four screens on the front of the bedroom, the base is full of dragon and phoenix patterns.
There were so many books in the study that Mo Li wondered how they brought them in, and there were several valuable paintings by famous artists from the past hanging on the wall.
One of them is a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain by Saint Yang Daozhi.
The painting is majestic, the tiger is lifelike, and it seems to be able to jump out of the painting at any time, and the timid person will even collapse on the spot when he sees it suddenly.
It was not the tiger that attracted the ink carp, but the inscription of the painting saint.
-Ding Maonian painted on the Liuhe Temple of Longzhao Peak.
Yang Daozhi was a man more than 300 years ago.
And Meng Qi once said that when he was a gerbil, he squatted on the beam of an academy in Longwei Peak of Shangyun Mountain for a long time, and even learned the Four Books and Five Classics secretly after recognizing the characters. On the day that Meng Qi was transformed into a human form, he peeked at Yang Daozhi's paintings at the Liuhe Temple of Longclaw Peak.
Regardless of whether this is the painting or not, Mo Li couldn't help but want to take it away.
Mo Li's hand just stretched out, but suddenly stopped.
He picked up a lake pen on the table and hit the wall.
The scroll fell in response to the sound, and at the same time, the mechanical spring hidden in the wall rattled abruptly, firing a bunch of hidden weapons as thin as a cow's hair.
The ink carp unfolded the cloth that was coming from the warehouse, and spun quickly in front of him. All the hidden weapons were silently knocked down. At the same time, the tiger painting was also attached to the middle of the cloth.
Mo Li waited for a while, but did not see the second round of hidden weapons, and then carefully took off the painting through the cloth and rolled it up, discarding the scroll.
There is a recess in the wall, and the mechanism is installed in it. As long as someone removes the scroll, the mechanism will be opened immediately - Mo Li is puzzled. How did Ayan Puka know what was behind the painting? Meng Qi did not understand. It may be said that the dragons of the Anahedo Mountains are also impossible to know.
There are also two famous paintings of Shangyun Mountain around, and the ink carp tried to shoot down and did not see the agency.
He pressed his doubts and continued searching in the study.
It is impossible to have a secret room, this is just a bamboo house, and it cannot be too complicated.
In the end, the ink carp found a small porcelain bottle, and when the stopper was unplugged, it was filled with gray-black seeds, and there was a bottle of white thick pulp, which exuded the familiar smell of hibiscus. He put the two bottles in his arms.
The letters on the table are about the restoration of Xiliang, and Ayan Puka's order to let his subordinates monitor Fengxing Pavilion and wait for the opportunity to remove them.
The ink carp flipped through quickly.
The room was pitch black, and someone else wouldn't be able to see anything.
Mo Li is getting more and more shocked. Ayan Puka's men have spread all over Yuzhou and Jingzhou, and they also have their people in Yongzhou, Pingzhou and Taijing.
Ayan Puka is a prudent person. He may have burned a lot of really important letters, and the rest are what he thinks will be useful in the future, or he needs to ponder. Mo Li turned the pages while classifying them, and finally he stopped on a letter that Ayan Puka's subordinates reported to King Chuning that there were masters on their side, and their hands were folded in half.
Mo Li thought about it for a while, and simply brought this letter along with the letters he found useful.
Shake the cloth and shake off the poisoned cow capillaries, which is a ready-made burden.
The author has something to say: the fat rat is fighting in front, and the black fish is looting the house