The moonlight is nice.
Densely packed iron thorns pierced the moonlit sky, like the stiffly raised middle fingers of countless dead people.
In the land of Western Border, Geng Jin’s vitality is particularly strong. The weather is bitter and cold, which is the best environment for the growth of iron thorns. Under the moonlight, you can hear the crisp sound of 'Pap-Pap'. This is the energy of Gengjin being poured into the core of the iron thorn layer by layer, blending with the biting cold air to make the iron thorn harder and more pliable.
A man in black was walking on the field. He was wearing a cloak. Under the moonlight, only his slightly red eyes could be seen.
Like a ghost from hell, the man in black walked forward step by step with heavy steps. He raised his hand from time to time. The wine in the wine gourd in his hand was fragrant, and the aroma of the wine floated more than ten feet away in the night wind.
Several tough men wearing special cassocks and hiding in the iron thorn field squinted their eyes and looked at the man in black walking over step by step with a gloomy expression.
"superior!"
When the man in black walked past them, several tough men hiding in the iron thorn field jumped up at the same time, and their hands were like a vise, tightly clasping the neck, wrists and ankles of the man in black. Their hands were like lightning, they took out the ropes with flowing light and tied the man in black tightly.
"You brat, wandering around here in the middle of the night is definitely not a good thing."
"Go back with us obediently and tell us what you came to Yangshui Town for."
The man in black remained motionless and allowed these men to tie him up like a rice dumpling. He looked at the full moon in the sky and spoke in an extremely dry voice.
"Today, a carriage entered Yangshui Town."
"They are disciples of the Lu Zong Xingdian."
"You guys, these idiots."
"Puff" a series of sounds came, and the body of the man in black was like dough in a steamer, swelling with countless large and small blisters. The first blister exploded, and a large amount of rancid ichor splashed out, scaring several tough men into retreating hastily.
One after another, the blisters exploded, and a perfectly good person turned into a puddle of putrid pus in just a few breaths. The black and red mixed pus quickly dissolved his clothes, and even the wine gourd made a noise and melted into a wisp of smoke.
The pus water was extremely toxic, and the soil on the field ridge was dissolved by the poisonous water. In less than half a cup of tea, a large pit about two feet in diameter appeared on the ground, and a pungent stench was constantly emitting.
Several tough men stared at the big hole on the ground with their mouths open. They looked at each other, and someone hurriedly blew an exquisite whistle made of bamboo leaves. A whistle as sharp as the chirping of autumn insects floated out quietly, and quickly spread seven or eight miles with the wind.
In the distance, a black shadow flew over on dense iron thorns. Although it was not yet mature, the tips of the iron thorns were already extremely sharp, far better than ordinary swords. But the black shadow floated over, tapping the iron thorns with its toes, leaving no trace on the white soles of the boots.
"whats the matter?"
There were still more than ten feet away, and the black shadow was already scolding him in a low voice.
"These days, you must be careful. Tomorrow the ancestor will bring various orders to worship the ancestors of all generations... Damn it, what is this?"
The black shadow fell on the ground, and he stared wide-eyed at the large pit on the ground where black smoke was still rising and giving off an overwhelming rotten smell.
Several men hurriedly knelt down on one knee and told them exactly what had just happened. The black shadow's body swayed slightly and he patted his thigh hard.
"Disciples of the Lu Zong Xing Palace? Are they coming into the city today? Damn it, what are they doing here?"
With a flash of his body, the black shadow quickly flew towards Yangshui Town. After a few ups and downs, he floated more than ten miles away, and he had already arrived at the moat bridge of Yangshui Town, next to a lone sentry box stuck in the snow.
He stretched out his hand and knocked on the window of the guard box. A law lieutenant in the guard box immediately opened the window. The two whispered a few words to each other. The law lieutenant opened the door of the guard box without saying a word, and walked away. He ran wildly into Yangshui Town.
The black figure swayed, let out a sharp whistle, and quickly ran around the moat.
In the fields of iron thorns far and near, dark shadows kept appearing. They were in groups, using the cover of the iron thorns to carefully search into the distance. Their reconnaissance line suddenly expanded for dozens of miles.
With Yangshui Town as the core, in dozens of nearby villages under the jurisdiction of Yangshui Town, a large number of domesticated domestic dogs, falcons, rats, sparrows and other animals were dispatched one after another. They suddenly turned into A large invisible net covered hundreds of miles around Yangshui Town.
Any unfamiliar face who steps into Yangshui Town will be discovered immediately.
In Yangshui Town, in the Hidden Green Pavilion, Lady Mo was lying lazily on a soft and comfortable couch, with two pretty little maids kneeling at her feet, gently beating her calves.
A middle-aged man wearing a black gown, with a face like a crown jewel, and five long beards fluttering, looked particularly elegant and elegant, stood by the window, quietly looking at the snowy scene outside the window. Zangcui Pavilion is still very lively, and the courtyard is full of men and women coming in and out, shouting.
"Mo'er, how is Young Master Chen doing?"
After a long time, the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.
"Okay, very good. They are exactly the type of people we like. They are ambitious, unruly, and disrespectful of the law. Moreover, they also have the qualifications and strength to be unruly and disrespectful of the law."
Madam Mo smiled softly, her eyes turning into crescent moons.
"The Chen family of Kunzhou came here for the Iron Thorn this time. If we can make this deal with them and establish a friendship with them, we won't be afraid that they will escape from our hands in the future."
The middle-aged man smiled softly, frowned, and tapped his fingers lightly on the window sill.
"You still have to be careful and test it a few more times."
"Your Majesty, you still can't believe in my magic method of enchantment? I have broken into his sea of consciousness and directly tortured his soul. Could I still make mistakes?"
Madam Mo frowned and complained unhappily.
"Who dares not to believe our Mo'er's methods?"
The middle-aged man smiled gently, his eyes were like daggers, and he glanced at the old Bafang store opposite.
"It's just that we have to be more careful and more cautious."
"The Chen family of Kunzhou, if they really want to secretly purchase some iron thorns, how many people can they send out? Why should their direct son come forward?"
"Lü Zong's minions are pervasive and treacherous. We still have to be more careful."
Sighing slightly, the middle-aged man shook his head with regret.
"It's a pity, it's a pity that King Luo is actually a member of the same group. What a pity!"
"If we had known earlier that he was hoarding iron thorns for that reason, we should have taken action earlier to save him."
"It's a pity, it's a real pity. According to the ancient records passed down by our ancestors, the name of Scarlet Flame Sky Palace has a very deep connection with us. I didn't expect that some of them would be reincarnated here. But, no matter what."
Madam Mo pondered for a while, then stood up and stretched lazily.
"Okay, okay, I'll go see our Mr. Chen Qianzhi again and see what's going on with him."
"Well, I'm afraid the Red Spider Lady won't be finished so soon. I'll just wait outside the door."
Madam Mo didn't know what she thought of, her face suddenly turned red, she lightly stamped her feet and laughed.
"I see that Young Master Chen is also very delicate and fragile. I wonder if he will be able to move around tomorrow after being manipulated by the Red Spider Lady a few times?"
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, turned around, and lightly slapped Madam Mo's little face.
"Where did you learn dirty talk? Red Spider Lady and the others are witches. They have to go through this battle of wine and sex in order to improve their cultivation."
"What is your identity? What are their identities? You are not allowed to talk about these nonsense in the future. If the ancestor hears it, you will be punished again."
Madam Mo stuck out her tongue, "laughing, haha" and stood on tiptoes a few times disapprovingly. She stamped her foot and lightly pressed her palm towards the corner of the room. A stream of light flashed on the wall, and a small secret door opened there.
Lady Mo hummed a strange tune that was very different from the Yuanlu world, and happily ran into the secret door.
The secret door was closed, and in a flash of light, there was another complete wall. Outsiders could no longer tell that there was a secret door here, and there was a secret passage below that led directly to the Bafang Old Store.
The middle-aged man laughed for a while. He put his hands behind his back, turned around, looked at the falling snowflakes, and sighed leisurely.
"Prince Luo's Mansion, it's such a pity. If we had known earlier that he was the reincarnation of Scarlet Flame Sky Palace, hey, if Luo Prince Fire Shura could also become the Lord of the Order, it would be really useful to us."
"Prince Luo's Mansion, Prince Luo's Mansion."
The middle-aged man shook his head sadly and sighed.
After tea time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a strong young man in black tights rushed in.
The middle-aged man's expression tightened, he turned around, stared at the young man and shouted sternly.
"What's the matter?"
"People from the Chen family in Kunzhou are disciples of the Lu Zong Xingdian."
In a few words, the capable young man recounted exactly what the man in black who was behaving strangely outside Yangshui Town said and did.
The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He quickly circled the room several times and suddenly sneered in an extremely weird way.
"Interesting, interesting. Does anyone in the Vinaya Sect want these minions to die?"
"The man in black is clearly a dead soldier raised by some big families within the Luzong."
"You use dead soldiers to report the news, and you want to borrow a knife to kill people? Do you want us to kill those boys?"
The energetic young man lowered his head and asked in a low voice with a sharp tone.
"Your Majesty, can you kill them?"
"Did it? What? What do you want to do?"
The middle-aged man slapped the capable young man on the head, making a crisp sound. The capable young man held his head and took a few steps back. He rubbed his scalp repeatedly to make it look like he had been hit very painfully.
"The world is bright and peaceful, and our Yangshui Town is a place where good people live. If his disciples from the Hall of Punishment want to come, just come!"
"Done? What do we need to do? We don't have to do anything!"
(End of chapter)