Mo Li suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep.
He stretched out slightly, but without showing any movement, he nimbly flipped over to the back of the junk pile.
This is an old house at the end of a remote alley, the roof even had a big hole, and the broken doors and windows creaked when the wind blew.
The name of the devil who rebelled against the army was widely circulated, and Huaxian really became an empty city, and even the beggars fled for their lives.
The 50,000-strong army of the God-given King entered Hua County, and they all seized the spacious and beautiful houses. They didn't even bother to look at such houses, let alone come in.
Originally, the God-given King was supposed to restrain the army and only let the people from the Holy Lotus Altar enter Huaxian County. Unfortunately, the morale has plummeted and urgently needs to be repaired. Since it is confirmed that there are no traps in the city, there are not so many scruples. The movement of breaking into the house continued for a while, and even caused a fight, but it soon subsided.
The real good things should be donated to the holy lotus altar, and there are everything else in the city.
The night was dark, and everything was silent.
The bladeless knife slipped from his sleeve into his hand, and Mo Li looked at the door calmly.
After a while, the people outside took the initiative to reveal their whereabouts—
Su Kasa came in dejectedly.
"How did you find out?"
The swordsman was puzzled.
When a killer is found, it is not far from death. The ink carp was clearly still resting just now, but Su Li was not murderous, and even took out 100% of his stealth skills. After all, Su Li was not sure that he could find the ink carp, but he was more likely to encounter the master of the holy lotus altar, and he was not cautious. no.
Guess who just found out that it was a black carp, and was overjoyed. Before he had time to give birth to other ideas, the other party found out.
Su Li was stunned.
Could it be that he has never been successful in killing people before, has he never met a real master? In fact, he is not a competent killer at all? Why do you always fall down after going out of the mountain this time
Naturally, Mo Li would not explain that he was in a place that was not safe enough. He had prepared for twelve minutes. He seemed to be dozing off, but he was always paying attention to the subtle changes in the surrounding atmosphere. 's investigation.
It's just that Mo Li was surprised to see Su Li, how could he meet him here
Immediately he woke up: "Are you here to assassinate the King of Heaven?"
"Killed, didn't kill right."
Su Li picked up an intact stool in the room and sat down, his face black as hell.
Mo Li didn't understand what it meant to kill right at first, but fortunately he remembered in time the rumor that the King of Heaven was wearing a mask all day long and mortals couldn't see the true face of Ziwei Xingjun.
"Is there a substitute for the God-given King?"
"...Compared to this, I suspect that there is no such person as the God-given King." The swordsman said dully.
Mo Li was taken aback and instinctively retorted: "This is impossible."
According to the information collected by Fengxing Pavilion and the news he heard from Master Li in Zhushan County, this rebel army that pretends to be a ghost and deceives the people has a deep foundation in Yizhou for a long time. It's only a matter of years, but it's already a feather in the wings, and I can't wait to plan the original great rivers and mountains.
The God-given King is a banner, and Ziwei Xingjun is a layer of gilding imposed by the Holy Lotus Altar. Before the holy lotus altar and the God-given King fell into trouble, the rebel army in Yizhou had a lot of climate. It's just that the sky is high and the earth is far away, coupled with the strength of Xuanchuan Pass, the rebel army cannot affect other places, so not many people know about it.
The holy lotus altar is the icing on the cake, and it is the pot of oil poured on the fire, which fuels the arrogance of the God-given King.
"Although I don't understand the art of war, I have a good reason for the advance and retreat of the army in the city." Mo Li frowned and recalled, "Even if there is a moment of chaos, it can be stabilized, but the soldiers are not good, but the generals are not incompetent. , Most people in Jianghu do not have this ability, especially the higher the martial arts, the more difficult it is to run to learn the power of commanding the army, it seems that the holy lotus altar has completely mastered the rebel army."
Swordsman: "..."
Mo Li asked inexplicably: "Why do you look at me like this?"
Those eyes were indescribable, as if the straw that had been stuffed into one's mouth could not be spit out.
"I don't think you are Doctor Mo, but Master Meng Guo." Su Li said blankly.
Who was Doctor Mo? He was a genius doctor who chased him for hundreds of miles around the mountain and asked him if he wanted to treat the disease (a big mistake). I heard that two people will become more and more similar when they are together, is this the truth? Then he will be with his own knife for a lifetime, and he must be able to touch the peak of the mysterious martial arts.
"… "
Mo Li rubbed his forehead. He was not interested in arranging troops, but after leaving Qimao Mountain, he encountered a series of incidents, everything he had seen and heard, and Meng Qi's constant chattering in his ears. Sounds weird
Dragon veins are not static.
Besides, he is also half a bottle of water. He has gained insight and knowledge, and he does not understand Liu Tao martial arts.
"We really know very little about the king of heaven. The news from Yizhou has been out of reach for a long time, and we can only know the past on the bright side. Even the king of heaven often wears the purple-gold mask, which is what you said at the beginning. Wang has also been there, what secret information do you know?"
In the face of Mo Li's questioning, Su Li remained silent with a bitter face.
- Addicted to swordsmanship and martial arts, if it wasn't for the six hundred gold from King Wu, who thought he was going to go out to work, who would care what kind of king Tianshou was
"Master Shengliantanluo has a great position in the rebel army, do you want to kill him?"
Su Li tried to propose, but Mo Li had to ask, "How is this Master Luo's martial arts?"
The swordsman blinked and didn't answer.
It is the best answer for him not to speak, which means uncertainty, martial arts may not be under Su Li.
This aroused the fighting spirit of the ink carp.
Su Li raised his eyes sharply: "You shouldn't leave knife marks on the city wall."
Mo Li knew nothing about Master Luo, but the other party could see Mo Li's martial arts through the knife marks.
"Why don't I go and fight for you." Su Li held the knife and seemed to be waiting for Mo Li to say it.
Mo Li saw through him at a glance, and wondered: "You suspect that there is another master at the Holy Lotus Altar, so let me sweep the formation for you?"
As a result, the swordsman was stunned, and after a long while, he suddenly said: "No wonder I always look forward and backward. It turns out that it is not only because I feel that Master Luo is in danger, but also for this reason."
Ink carp: "… "
What is this, killer instinct
"Actually, there are countless masters of the Holy Lotus Altar. Today, the five elders of blood evil are also famous in the arena, but I don't pay attention to these people." Su Li stroked the scabbard, word for word. Di said solemnly, "They are obstacles, but they will not affect the result. The person I want to kill has not yet failed. It must be my sword that has the ability to sense something."
Mo Li couldn't help but look at Su Li's saber, holding his forehead and thinking that this one still believes that the saber has a spiritual protector!
"I left the knife marks to prevent the king's army from continuing to advance, stumbling them into Hua County, so that the people who escaped from the city could have one more chance of a day and a night."
Mo Li calmed down and said calmly, "Although there is a possibility of failure in the swordsmanship that has been figured out by others, if you are afraid of failure, it is better to leave early and avoid this troubled water. My generation practice martial arts, it is for the sake of a clear mind. , The sword is my way, it can save the world and save people, and it can also eradicate evil and evil. How can I be afraid of being seen through? To be seen through, that is, martial arts have not yet reached the realm of transformation, and cannot be invisible, shapeless, and impermanent. Besides, I am not alone. "
Behind him is Meng Qi.
After trying to figure out the use of Mo carp's swordsmanship, is it easy for Meng Qi to deal with it
Su Li listened with awe at first, and took it seriously, but he was half choked to death by the last sentence, and couldn't help but looked up at the ink carp faintly.
"Doctor Yimo, how should we act?"
"Assassination is coming later, first find out the details of the King of Heaven and the Holy Lotus Altar. Have you gone to the food and grass load?"
"I was just about to tell you that the place is well-mannered, and there are many sacred lotus altars. There are even saints and other people in the kitchen. Otherwise, I really want to set a fire." Su Li said dully. , "It's not difficult to kill these people, but once they die, the leader Luo will be alerted immediately. The Holy Lotus Altar has a unique method of communication, unless I do nothing tonight, specialize in killing people, and catch those who have no martial arts skills. The soldiers and the ordinary Saint Lotus altar sects killed them and made them die silently, and if they killed one tent after another, they could kill thousands of people at dawn."
Ink carp: "… "
Su Li came up with an idea, stared closely at the ink carp and asked, "Does the doctor know what kind of medicine can be used? Poison is also fine. Half of the tens of thousands of troops will fall."
"If you want to pour so many people into medicine, it may not be possible to scour the entire Huaxian pharmacy business." Mo Li shook his head and suddenly felt that the person here should not be him, it should be Xue Lingjun, the ghost of the ghost vulture in the past. Prestige is not blown out.
"Really?" Su Li was reluctant to give up such a good idea.
Mo Li thought about it for a while, then hesitantly said: "There is one medicine that is easy to find, it is from the southern real estate, and the common people use it to kill large rats. The medicine shop is afraid of making a murder case, and the medicine powder usually sold is mixed with other things, so I take it. The medicine will not kill the person who comes to the medicine, but it is very toxic and can make people lose their resistance."
"What is it?"
"Ma Qianzi." Mo Li paused for a while, then shook his head again, "This is not feasible, the weight of the medicine is second, how do you make those people eat it? The powder is dissolved in water, it is not colorless, and dry food for steamed bread is early. It's done, there is no stove and fire tonight, the people of Huaxian fled and left a lot of things, and it is estimated that there will be no fire tomorrow."
Su Li pondered: "I don't care about the soldiers, can you solve the generals against the army and some masters of the Holy Lotus Altar?"
"Ma Qianzi is poisonous, and if you take too much, you will die. There is a palace secret medicine named Qianji, which is the poison." Mo Li was very embarrassed. If it is a medicinal material prepared by a pharmacy, a master with internal strength can barely resist.
Mo Li had no choice but to dispel Su Li's thoughts: "There are many medicines in the world, and many of them can poison people, but the weight is not enough, and there is no way to poison them in such a short period of time. ."
The swordsman lowered his eyes, as expected, he could only trust his own sword.
He sighed, and when he was about to step out, he suddenly found Mo Li's face changing, as if he was confused.
"Doctor Mo?"
"Nothing... I'm just thinking, could it be because of poison that Xuanchuan Pass was lost?"
Mo Li was worried, he never expected Meng Qi to face such a dilemma.
Su Li took a beat and asked blankly, "Didn't you just say that there is no possibility of poisoning?"
Mo Li muttered absentmindedly: "That's because there is no time or opportunity. If all these heavenly gifted kings have all of them, will he still have an internal response in the end?"
Su Kasa was stunned.
***
No candles, no fragrance.
The monk walked with his head bowed, and piled firewood and hay around Master Yuanzhi, and the flames slowly rose.
Wild countryside, cliffs and cliffs, the roar of wild beasts can be heard in the distance.
The thick smoke drifted slowly, reflecting the slightly bright morning sun in the east, and blending with the autumn mist in the mountains and forests.
Even though I have recited the Sutra of Rebirth ten times and the bliss of the West a hundred times, I still can't help crying when it comes to the end.
- This world is too bitter, but the turbulence is endless, how can you teach people how to overcome it
Yan Cen knelt on the ground, his eyes were empty, and his mind seemed to return to nothingness along with the burning of the flames.
The girl of the Ning family stood aside holding the old servant's arm. She was about seven or eight years old, and she was already able to understand things. There was a hint of panic in her expression. She looked at the flame and looked in the direction of Xuanchuan Pass, and suddenly burst into tears. stand up.
This cry recalled Yan Cen's sanity, he trembled and whispered: "It's all my fault, if I don't go outside, bring Meng Guoshi back earlier..."
Meng Qi held his shoulders to stop him from continuing to speak.
Master Yuanzhi has been poisoned deeply, and there is no way to recover, and it is useless for an hour and a half.
"Who is the inner responder, and how did he poison it?"
Meng Qi still has doubts in his heart. The machine is highly poisonous, but the entrance is bitter, and it is difficult to drink it by mistake. Although it is a well-known court poison in the past dynasties, it is not used for poisoning, but a medicine for death.
Because of the tragic appearance of death, it was also very painful when it died, and it was not easy to use. If there is no great hatred, the king has never hated someone, and he would not choose this kind of poison.
- If Emperor Chu Yuan used this kind of poison when killing heroes, Meng Qi would rush back and chop Li Yuanze even if he had any scruples.
Pulling the machine is not just death, it is equivalent to torture.
Especially for the masters of the inner family who have a long breath and will not die easily, the poisonous hair causes the meridians to be destroyed, and the pain is unbearable. It is a long torture comparable to purgatory.
"Tell me." Meng Qi had killing intent on his face.
Yan Cen turned his head timidly and said with a miserable smile, "They died that day, too. If stupidity is an evil in this world, it can create boundless karma, and it won't even wash away the Buddha's Dharma."
Meng Qi had an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, the old servant who was holding the girl next to him scolded angrily, "It's a bunch of blind and blinded people, and they have no face to see their dead brothers and sons in the underworld. They killed General Ning, and they killed everyone. !"
The old servant's voice was sharp, as if to vent the pain in his heart.
Everyone's eyes were red, and one of them knelt on the ground with a thud and cried, "I can't take it anymore, my uncle is also a blind and idiot, I have no face to live."
"Tora what did you say?"
"My uncle didn't allow me to be called to enter the gate, and he became angry with the boss. I didn't listen to him... As a result, he knocked me unconscious and hid me in the cellar when I was not prepared that day. When I came out, everything was too late. "
The man's eyes were split, and he shouted at the crowd, "Kill me, you kill me!"
Meng Qi stopped in the middle in time, lifted the man who was shouting wildly with one hand, patted his Baihui point, and poured his gentle inner strength like a basin of cold water on his head, making the other party calm down instantly.
"Your uncle is an insider? Why is he an insider?"
"I don't know... I really don't know, no, I know." The man said incoherently, and finally cried, "They listened to the bewitched by the demon!"
Meng Qi looked around at everyone, and the monks from Baoxiang Temple took the lead to put their palms together and said: "After the poisoning, the uncles and uncles immediately noticed that something was wrong, and the poison was in the food and pickles. While learning martial arts, the poor monk felt ashamed and felt that the pickled vegetables tasted too strong, so he did not eat them.”
Xuanchuan Pass has been short of food for all these years. After Emperor Yongchen ascended the throne, it was much better, but the steamed buns were a bit bitter, and the pickles were too salty. From the soldiers to the ascetic monks, they would not be picky.
"The rebel army used two kinds of poisons. In detail, they should be of the same type, but one is less poisonous. It is placed in the water source or the water tank of the kitchen, and the soldiers in the gate are twitching and unable to get up." The monk said with a sad face, " The second one was soaked in pickles, which were specially given to the Ning family and our monks. It was poisonous and had a very urgent attack. The Ning family was full of people, only this pampered and picky girl escaped. Almost all the generals and the aides and lieutenants who were discussing military affairs died of poisoning, and few survivors died. When we realized that it was poisonous, our brothers and sisters immediately took water and tried to cure it with lentils. Who knew that the water was also poisonous, and many people died because of it... "
Ludou is a kind of five-grain juniper, and it is also a folk detoxification method.
Meng Qi slowly closed his eyes, as if he saw the chaos of Xuanchuan Pass that day.
"Junior Yan always avoids people and refuses to eat with others. He only eats cold steamed buns and the poisoning is not serious. After the incident, he made a decisive decision and punched himself in the abdomen, and he vomited blood. He rushed to the kitchen and caught it. People forced to ask... Although those people didn't take advantage of the chaos to open the city gate, the King of Heaven still used the gunpowder from the Thunder Hall to blast the wall."
The monk couldn't go on, and he recited the Buddha's name three times without success.
Watching the fall of Xuanchuan Pass, even if there is no poisoning, how many people can be killed
What's more, there are people who want to save, but also many masters at the Holy Lotus Altar.
"In order to protect more people who are not poisoned, the masters retreated into the secret passage and died under the sword." Yan Cen trembled, stood up, grabbed the soldier named Hulang from Meng Qi's hand, and roared, "They are not from Xuanchuan Pass, and Bing Ge has nothing to do with the monks of Baoxiang Temple. Why are they the ones who died, and why should they pay for the stupid thoughts of those stupid people?"
Torro broke down again and muttered to kill him.
Yan Cen dropped the man, fell to his knees, and burst into tears: "They were originally there to protect these people, they didn't want to lose Xuanchuan Pass, and they didn't want the Central Plains Jiangnan Bingxian, so what did these people do?"
Meng Qi lowered his eyes, and in these incoherent sentences, he slowly pieced together a tragic truth.
People who were trusted by thousands of soldiers at Xuanchuan Pass, the villagers of Hulang, and the people who usually do chores in the army such as washing and cooking, betrayed.
"General Ning pity those people who are lonely and helpless, pity them without food and clothing, but have raised so many stupid ghosts!" Yan Cen took a deep trace on the ground with one hand.
"Not all the common people are internal responders, Yan Cen, calm down." Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader of the monk said quickly: "Junior Brother Yan, if you are so angry and uncontrollable, do you want to live up to the wishes of Master Yuanzhi?"
Yan Cen took a deep breath, calmed down slowly, and said dumbly, "I found the kitchen, and they also argued that medicines can't kill people, and they don't even know how poisonous pickles are. In recent years, Qi Chao has not asked whether the Ning family is dead or alive, Xuanchuan Pass The defense was too difficult, and the dead generals could not be replenished. The imperial court was pushed to the state capital, the state capital was pushed to the county government, and finally fell to the poorest nearby counties, and the corvée became a levy. Although the old general Ning ruled the army The enemy is strong, and there are not many recruits. The main soldiers of Xuanchuan Pass are the soldiers brought by the northern border, but the source of troops is not enough, and the people who die are often recruited.
So the Heavenly Granted King confuses people and reminds those people how many people died in Xuanchuan Pass over the years when the Chen Dynasty went to war with the Southwest Tusi.
"If the Ning family can hold on, Xuanchuan Pass will continue to recruit soldiers, and their father, brother, and son will die! If the Dao Xiong Pass is lost, what does it have to do with them? Firecrackers to celebrate, without this pass, they would not be called to death by the government, what they think is so simple, how ridiculous! How sad!"
Yan Cen couldn't control himself, his unrefined internal force was churning, his eyes were red, and his blue veins were protruding.
Meng Qi tapped his acupuncture point, and Yan Cen fell to the ground with tears on his face.
Buddha said, is it the fate of the world, or the human heart
Meng Qi looked at the gradually extinguished fire, suppressing the internal force that was turbulent and fluctuating, and secretly said that he could not get sick again, and now there is no ink carp or Ningshen pill.