In the mine, looking at the wailing disciples behind him, the elder went crazy with anger. They have never even met their opponents face to face, and several members of their own family have fallen victim to such crude means.
Shaking off the iron clip on his feet, he took out a black ruler. He swung it forward vigorously, and a strong wind flew out. Wherever it passed, the mechanisms that had been arranged were destroyed one after another.
"Follow me." The elder turned around and shouted. He swept his ruler around and shot out like an arrow, clearing a safe route for everyone.
Seeing the disguised trap in front of him, the elder sneered and said, "Some paths are trying to stop me." He carefully walked on the path at the edge of the trap, glancing at the disciples behind him from time to time. I am not afraid of these institutions, but the disciples who follow me are of low ability and need to be protected by myself.
Bang bang bang, a series of dull sounds came.
The elder looked up and saw a dozen white stones flying in the air, swaying and falling towards the heads of several people.
"How dare you be so arrogant here with such a childish trick." The elder raised his ruler and drew it in the air repeatedly. His energy shot out, and the stone shattered with the sound.
White ash flew and fell one after another, landing on several people. A piece of dust happened to fall on the elder's hand, and a faint fragrance came from it. The elder raised his sleeves and sniffed lightly, his face changed drastically, "Be careful of the poison." He took the lead and covered his mouth and nose with his long sleeves.
Thanks to this person's timely reminder, some of the disciples tore off their clothes, and some raised their wide sleeves to cover their faces. Although they were in a hurry, nothing serious happened.
After carefully sensing themselves, there was nothing strange, and everyone let out a sigh of relief. As long as it was not a poison, it would not be a serious problem for practitioners.
After walking a few steps, a disciple suddenly started scratching his body, but the more he scratched, the more uncomfortable he became. In the end, he dropped his long sword, screamed, and scratched all over his body like crazy. Soon his body was dripping with blood.
Seeing this man's strange behavior, everyone in the group felt horrified.
Soon, another person appeared in this situation, one after another, and more than half of the people had symptoms.
The elder was very anxious and thought that it must be caused by those strange stones just now. Suddenly, I had a clever idea and remembered that some stone chips fell on my precept-holding hand.
I quickly checked and found that my hands were red and swollen, and I felt a numb and itchy feeling. It felt like there were countless ants gnawing and crawling under the skin.
Oh no, the elder secretly exclaimed that something was wrong. I don’t know what this poison is, and even practitioners cannot resist it.
There were disciples behind him who couldn't bear it any longer and started yelling wildly. They ignored the elders' scoldings and took off their clothes while running, then fell to the ground and rubbed themselves against the hard stone. Some people ran further away, and the ground cracked with a roar, falling into hidden traps.
Seeing the chaos in front of him, the elder couldn't bear it anymore. He ignored the situation of the disciples behind him and walked forward quickly with a ruler. The most urgent task is to find the person who set up the mechanism and get the antidote before we can solve the current dilemma.
In a hidden place on the mountain at the north end of the mine, Wu Gen and others were drinking wine leisurely and watching the situation below with interest.
Shui Congyue frowned, pointed down and said: "Such treacherous tricks are not as enjoyable as fighting. The opponent has already lost many people, so we can fight."
Wu Gen and Wu Mo were watching with great interest. After hearing this, they turned around and looked at Shui Congyue strangely.
Wu Gen coughed, "Cong Yue, that's superficial. As the old saying goes, killing someone without fighting is the way to go to war.
Fighting is not just about fists. Fighting and killing are about the courage of an ordinary man. As a general, you should be full of wisdom and changes, and sit back and watch the enemy chieftain be wiped out. This is the right way. Don't act bravely unless absolutely necessary, otherwise it will be a child's play with your men's lives. "new
After Shui Congyue heard this, he did not refute for the first time. Although this approach was not in line with his own wishes, it had to be said that Wu Gen's approach was right. Wouldn't it be better if we could defeat the enemy without hurting anyone?
Wu Mo rubbed his hands and said to Wu Gen with a shy face: "Military advisor, your magical medicine for beauties to take off their clothes is very effective. How about you give me a little more?"
The medicinal powder just thrown out with the stone was made by Wu Gen after painstaking research on the original beauty stripping, adding seven new ingredients such as Ma Guitou, and refining it for 7,749 days. In addition to being highly toxic, the smell
Sweet.
People who have been poisoned by the poisonous powder will experience itching all over their bodies, confusion, and then their meridians will flow backwards, and they will even become possessed. It is really a must-have medicine for traveling and killing people.
Wu Gen smiled slightly and said, "Old Wu, your smile is too tight. Why don't the two of us swap it out and learn from each other?"
Those Feiyun sect members who were sitting quietly in the mine, the reason why they sat there obediently was not because they were unwilling to move, but they really didn't dare to move. They were all force-fed by Wu Mo with some kind of poison that caused them to lose their souls when they moved. Qi and blood will be disordered.
"Very good, very good." Wu Mo took out a porcelain bottle with a red stopper from his arms and handed it to Wu Gen. Wu Gen also took out a tightly wrapped leather bag and handed it to Wu Mo.
The two of them looked at each other, feeling pleased that they were of the same mind.
Shui Congyue turned her head in disdain, feeling ashamed to be in the company of the two of them.
The elder ran to the doorman sitting on the ground, feeling a little dizzy. When these disciples saw him coming, not only did they not stand up to greet him, but they turned around and sneered sadly.
"How dare you, why have you and the others gathered here to drink when the iron ore has not produced anything for many days? It seems that the rules are looser." The elder yelled loudly.
The disciples sitting on the ground ignored the elder, and their eyes gradually turned red. Some grew sickle claws like mantises on their bodies, while others turned into green-faced fangs, transforming into various unspeakable monsters and approaching the elder.
The elder took a breath of air. It turned out that these people were transformed by monsters. Thinking about it, all the disciples stationed here should have been killed by these monsters.
"Evil beast, seeking death." The elder shouted loudly, raised his ruler and charged towards the nearest monster. The monster fell to the ground in response, but it was better not to take action. Once it did, the other monsters rushed up.
There was a burst of high and low drum sounds in the distance, and the monster was like a chicken blood, using various methods frequently.
As the drum beat became more intense, the elder also felt it was getting tricky. Although these monsters are not strong, they are not afraid of death, and for a while they were in a hurry.
"Old Wu, let me play the drum." On the top of the mountain, Wu Gen enthusiastically snatched the drumstick from Wu Mo's hand.
These disciples, who were so distraught after eating the smiles, started to attack the elder like crazy as the drum beat sounded. The faster the drum beats, the more ferocious the attacks become.
Wu Gen waved the drumstick vigorously, and the disciples at the bottom of the mountain moved more and more fiercely, without any regard for their own safety, as if they were trading lives for lives. Some people with broken legs and hands simply jumped on the elders and bit them with their teeth.
In less than a stick of incense, there was no longer a complete person in front of the elder. Sitting on the ground, the elder gasped for air. His body was also scarred, with large and small wounds on his chest and back.
The rest of the disciples who came with him died of madness, arrows, or traps. Only three of them were able to fight again. When these people saw the elder suddenly going crazy and attacking the disciple who was sitting on the ground, they couldn't help being frightened and fled towards the entrance.
Shui Congyue sighed and waved his hand, "You two go and clean up the mess. It's really boring to deal with such a half-wasted person."
Naturally, Wu Mo and Wu Gen would not let these people slip away, so they jumped down from the mountain. Wu Mo dealt with the seriously injured elder, while Wu Gen stopped the others.
With the combined efforts of the two, everyone in Feiyun Sect will be destroyed in the future.
It has been more than half a month since the miners escaped, and these people must have left the boundary here. Wu Gen discussed with Shui and Wu that after this robbery, Feiyun Sect would definitely send more people here, so they might as well just leave as soon as possible to avoid their sharp edges.
The three men looted the mine, including the mine. Under the vigorous attacks of Wu Mo and Shui Congyue, the mine collapsed, and it would take a lot of effort to open it again.
A few days later, in a city hundreds of miles away from the destroyed iron mine, Wu Gen was happily counting the jade stones in the inn. After several robberies, the three of them obtained a total of more than 70 thorn jades, of which 25 were given to Wu Gen.
Continuously robbing the practice sect will inevitably arouse the vigilance of all parties, and Wu Gen is prepared to lie dormant for a while. There happens to be one more thing to do, and that is to help Wu Mo distribute the meaning sutra.
When the door rang, Wu Mo walked in dejectedly.
, there were still a few rotten vegetable leaves hanging on the body.
Wu Gen was stunned and said, "Old Wu, could it be that you went to steal vegetables? Why are you so embarrassed?"
Wu Mo squatted on the chair, grabbed the teapot on the table and drank it in a big gulp, wiped the water stains on his beard and sighed: "Wu Gen, let me tell you, my intention sutra is fake.
After working so hard to dedicate what I have learned, not only is no one grateful, but I am also treated as a liar everywhere. In the end, when those with children saw me coming, they hurried away as if they were guarding against thieves. "
Wu Gen refilled a bottle of water for Wu Mo, and said hehe: "Old Wu, I remember the first time you gave me the Yi Jing, and I doubted whether it was true or not. The mistake was not the way of giving it, but the way in which it was given.
Let's put it this way, for example, if someone wants to publish a book, he must first ask a celebrity to write a laudatory preface of one or two pages, followed by an inscription and postscript, and then print it and frame it carefully. After reading it, the taste of this book immediately changed.
If this is not enough, it would be better to use the best red sandalwood as a box, with gold wire embedded around it, and a good sapphire as a pendant. Once you put it there, the box alone will be elegant and luxurious, and the books inside will not be bejeweled. .
It's still a little short of time, so I wrote on the cover that this book will only sell a hundred copies. In this way, this book is not only a rare book but also a rare book. Once the sales are good, we can print thousands of copies. "
Wu Mo was dumbfounded, and after a while he said: "Wu Gen, I really admire you today, why do you have so many tricks. Don't be the leader of the village, and become a female businessman."
"Xiao Dao'er. Lao Wu, no one wants the Sutra. Leave it to my little brother. It's just." Wu Gen glanced outside with a stern look and whispered: "If you can ask Cong Yue to help speak for you, this matter will be more serious. It’s easy to handle. With his handsome appearance, it’s impossible to say that all the girls in half the city will want to learn martial arts from you.”
"Really?" Wu Mo was overjoyed, "I'm going to beg him right now. Even if I kneel down for him, I have to ask him to help."
Wu Gen stayed in the house anxiously. It was not like he didn't know Shui Congyue's temperament. He had always been aloof and aloof. If he was allowed to show his face and do such ridiculous things, he would probably get a beating.
After a while, the door opened, and Shui Congyue and Wu Mo strode in. Wu Gen shrank back, hid behind the table and said with a smile: "If Cong Yue doesn't want to, that's it, let's think of other ways."
"Who says I don't want to anymore." Shui Congyue glared, "Brother Wu's act of great benevolence and righteousness has paved the way for the world's warriors and forged swords for countless mortals. His merits are immeasurable. Congyue admires him from the bottom of his heart. Don't talk about endorsements. , So what if you let me perform on the street. Shake the foundation of qigong practitioners in the world, we must start from today."
Wu Gen's eyes straightened up. When did Shui Congyue become so easy to talk to? He glanced at Wu Mo in confusion. Could it be that this old boy was eaten by Shui Congyue and lost his soul with laughter?
Wu Mo hid behind Shui Congyue and quietly gave a thumbs up.
"What are you doing standing around? Tell me what you need me to do quickly." Seeing Wu Gen's hesitation, Shui Congyue said impatiently.
"Uh-huh, it's like this. In addition to Cong Yue, we still need to recruit some more people." Wu Gen woke up from his dream and took the two of them to discuss it in the room.
