Qingxue Mansion.
South of the city.
In the alley, it was quiet and silent.
The sound of horse hooves breaking the silence.
A horse with a flaming tail entered the alley with proud steps, and sitting on it was a general wearing heavy armor.
The general waved his hand, and the sergeant behind him stepped forward and surrounded the small courtyard on the left.
The sergeants surrounded the small courtyard with formations and activated the formations with the power of Qi and blood. The small courtyard was suddenly cut off from the outside world.
The people in the room realized something was wrong and shouted repeatedly: "There are officers and soldiers, leave quickly!"
"We can't leave!" The general waved his sword.
The long-handled sword was raised high, drawing a silver blade in mid-air.
The blood in the general's body is steaming, and he must have come from the battlefield. The most important thing in killing on the battlefield is to save effort.
Qi and blood adhere to the blade, and there is half an inch of Gangqi.
"hiss!"
"Bang!"
After two sounds, the general did not turn around and put his sword on his horse.
Looking at the man coming out of the small courtyard, he looked up and saw only a ray of moonlight. Then the sword flashed and his big head fell to the ground. He didn't even feel pain when he was about to die.
This is how a general kills people on the battlefield. There are no fancy swordsmanship, and there is no vision that resonates with the world.
Just pay attention and kill you!
Or be killed by you!
"Let's go to Guo Fujun's residence. There is also a Lotus Sect's old home there!"
The general broke the reins of the horses, and the horses galloped in the city, waking up many people who could not sleep.
They saw the armored general outside through the window, and they didn't even dare to show their heads.
Only after the general passed by did anyone speak.
"This is the third one!"
"the fourth!"
"My dear, what kind of monster is it that can dispatch the iron pagoda at the border gate?"
"Let's leave it alone and sleep well!"
"You can still sleep, it's such a mess outside!"
"Hey, in this world, it doesn't matter whether it's chaotic or not. You and I are just poor people, let's just live together!"
At the gate of Guofujun's house, four iron pagodas rode on fiery horses, surrounding the small house occupied by the Lotus Sect from the four corners.
They waited.
The long street was empty when suddenly a drunk Taoist priest appeared riding a gourd.
The Taoist priest looked at the murderous aura steaming from Tiefutu and couldn't help but close his eyes: "It's fierce, it's too fierce. Who on earth developed this thing!"
"It can allow a third-level and third-level warrior to burst into third-level and first-level strength. Several people besieged him with fighting methods. I am afraid that even the second-level monks will not be able to escape. If the murderous intention is not too strong, practicing the method of Iron Buddha will not last long. Outside here You Yaman is really not my winning opponent!"
Tiefutu is a military training method left behind by Emperor Da Sheng. He uses murderous energy to strengthen his qi and blood, and his qi and blood to strengthen his armor. The armor of these people may have killed hundreds of people.
According to rumors from the royal family, eight hundred years ago, a general once mastered an iron pagoda capable of killing 100,000 people. Normal people would be tortured to madness if they approached this thing.
If you want to wear it, you need at least second level strength.
There were rumors of a great victory among Taoists.
One hundred thousand lives help him, and he can kill a saint with the second rank.
But no one knows where the iron pagoda is, maybe it's just a rumor, maybe.
When the Taoist priest came to the small courtyard, the gourd under him instantly became smaller.
He held the gourd, feeling a little distressed. He opened the gourd cover, and a burst of incense mist came out: "This is only half a stick of incense, half a stick of incense time. What happens in this small courtyard is within my barrier and will not affect the surroundings." !”
"Even the little ants outside the courtyard will not be killed!"
"Remember, the battle fluctuations should not be too great, otherwise the barrier will not be able to hold up!"
When no one agreed, Fiery Horse's whole body burst into flames, and Tiefu Tu's body became more qi and blood. There was red mist floating in the air, and they walked into the small courtyard wrapped in mist together.
The Taoist priest squatted at the door of the small courtyard: "Hey, why am I telling you this!"
"Iron Pagoda, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Killing hundreds of lives can turn into a sea of blood pagoda. How can this thing be human?"
The Taoist priest raised his head, and a ray of light flew out of the mist.
He pointed with one hand, and a long sword flew out from behind. The Taoist priest stepped on the sword and flew to the sky, shouting in a panic: "I am a busy person. When we return to Beijing, we must blackmail the master for a drink!"
"Hit it gently, this barrier cannot withstand second-level attacks!"
"Damn Lotus Sect, what on earth are you going to do? They are sending out all these masters!"
The Taoist priest stood in mid-air, looking at the Longting Tower in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really lively. Confucian scholars are still good at playing, singing, dancing and literary gatherings at every turn. How can we not be like us, who are so busy saving all sentient beings and sacrificing for the world!"
A fist light exploded. The Taoist priest was far away from that place and couldn't get there. He saw that the fist light was about to explode the surrounding houses.
He was in a hurry.
"Amitabha!" The golden bowl of light fell in mid-air, covering the fist light, and only a ray of light bloomed.
All the boxing's ultimate moves were absorbed by Guangbo.
The Taoist priest sighed: "Old monk, you are finally here!"
At the door of the Lotus Sect's small courtyard, a monk stood at some point: "Amitabha, this poor monk is here for all sentient beings!"
"You don't need what Zhou Mu promised, it's all ours!"
"Yes, I definitely want it!" The monk raised his head with a charitable smile on his face. He looked towards Longting Lake with doubts on his face.
"You also like to listen to music?" the Taoist priest teased him.
The monk shook his head and answered truthfully: "The poor monk noticed that there is someone there who is destined to be my Buddha! What a great destiny!"
"Humph, everyone is destined to be associated with your Buddha! That is their cultural society. Our task tonight is to guard this place. The rest is about the four iron pagodas!"
When the monk heard the name of Iron Buddha, he also understood where the murderous aura in the mist came from. He put his hands together and recited a passage from the Buddhist scriptures: "Amitabha!"
There's a lot of killing here.
Singing and dancing in the lake!
The Confucian scholars were full of joy and kept singing.
The Yanbei Prefecture students laughed wildly: "I, the Yanbei Prefecture Confucian scholar, have reached the limit of the Dragon Boat Festival Literary Society with just a slight attack!"
"Of the ten poems, you in Xiangzhou only have one that goes out of the county. In my Yanbei state, five go out of the county, and two of them go to the mansion!"
"Senior Brother Dong, I haven't started writing yet. I believe that when Senior Brother Dong starts writing, it will definitely be a poem about Dafu, and maybe it will even be called Mingzhou!"
Dong Da Ru slowly stroked his beard, but the joy on his face had already betrayed his heart: "Students from Yanbei should not be too proud. I believe that students from Xiangzhou still have real materials, but there is no good inspiration to express in writing at the moment. .”
His words made the Xiangzhou students even more shameless.
Niu Ruxian was indignant: "The poem I just wrote is quite good, but it's just not talented!"
"Lao Zhu, take out your poem and let them see it!"
Zhu Jinwen shook his head: "What the heck, some talented people can write Dafu poems, but I'm going to be embarrassed by it!"
He turned his head and looked back secretly: "If you ask me, only one person can save this situation!"
Zhou Dagu heard his words and did not look back.
His gaze was still outside, in the sky outside and the occasional fireworks.
"Everything is destined, brothers, don't force it!" He lowered his head and spoke, as if he was speaking to the two of them, but also to himself.
The students were in an uproar, and Zhou Dagu followed everyone's gaze.
Dong Daru held a green brocade bag in his hand: "This is a Qingyun bag made by a good friend of Lao Chen."
"Don't look at the small size of this pocket. In fact, there is a universe hidden inside. There is a universe half a foot long, half a foot wide, and half a foot high!"
Zhou Dagu looked at this pocket of space, which was about one and a half meters long, wide, and high, and felt a little hot in his eyes.
This is the must-have item he has always wanted for traveling as a monk!
Dong Daru placed the Qingyun bag on the table: "Today, we will get a lucky draw."
"Whoever gets the first prize in the Wenhui Association, this thing belongs to him!"
Zhu Jinwen raised his hands and shouted: "Someone also has a poem!"
Niu Ruxian was confused: "Lao Zhu, are you not afraid of embarrassment?"
"Let's put this shameful thing aside for now. That thing is a space pocket. It's worth more than ten thousand taels of gold. Who wouldn't be greedy!"
