Under Moyun City. Favors surged. Without him, Kunlun Palace's blood tax method this time was too cruel. The blood tax used to be only targeted at accomplished warriors. These people had strong Qi and blood. It was no big deal to pay some blood essence every once in a while. It would not affect themselves.
But it's different for ordinary people. If you give blood every seven days, it won't take long for the root to be damaged and the oil will run out.
If the blood tax in Kunlun Temple is truly implemented, the entire Hengshan Road will be filled with mourning. Thousands of miles of bones.
As the news spread, the entire Moyun Mansion boiled, as if a volcano was about to erupt. Jiang Yan looked up at the sky. There was clearly nothing above, but he clearly felt a grand and vague will gradually taking shape. This was the power of everyone's hearts and minds.
At this time, if a warrior who has mastered the way of turning incense into a god comes here, he can even use this mottled belief to display earth-shattering magical powers.
Uh-huh! At this time, a stream of light flashed and came to Moyun City. A man wearing black boots, black clothes, and a black iron mask looked condescending.
"This is Ghost Faced Shura, the seventh true disciple of Kunlun Temple. It is said that he practices the Shura Hell Path, and his power is extremely powerful!" Lin Qiba held the hilt of the sword in his waist, his eyes revealed a look of contempt, he He asked slowly: "I heard that you seem to have objections to the Shrine's blood tax law."
"Who is the leader of the trouble? Come forward and let me have a look." He spoke very softly, but after speaking, he covered most of Moyun City, showing his extremely strong cultivation.
For a moment, the boiling Mo Yun Mansion seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on it and became silent. Kunlun Temple has ruled Hengshan Road for thousands of years, and its domineering behavior has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Before, I had not seen the people from Kunlun Temple, and they dared to vent their anger, but now they were like weak quails, with their heads lowered and silent.
"Haha." Lin Qiba laughed: "Since you all have no objections, then you must obey the order of the palace."
"No matter who you are, no matter male or female, old or young, no matter rich or poor, no matter how close or distant you are to the shrine, you must pay taxes according to the shrine's orders."
"But anyone who disobeys will be killed! Anyone who disobeys the rules will be killed!" His words became softer and softer, and in the end it was almost difficult to hear them, but they were like heavy stones weighing thousands of kilograms, pressing firmly on everyone's hearts.
Click! At this time, a big man carrying a big sword and wearing an animal skin coat suddenly raised his head, with anger in his eyes, but a respectful smile on his face: "Lin Zhenzhuan, we will naturally obey the orders of the palace."
"But the blood tax is collected every seven days. There is really nothing we can do. If we follow this example, not to mention the common people, even warriors like us will die out sooner or later."
"Please, Lin Zhenchuan, think twice!" He bowed deeply and clasped his hands in fists
"Oh?" An inexplicable smile appeared on Lin Qiba's lips. He held the hilt of the sword with his left hand and pulled it out bit by bit: "So, do you have any thoughts about the order of the palace? "
"Lin Zhen preaches atonement, the villain dare not, ah!!" Puff! Everyone saw a blood-red sword light falling from the sky, and the man was split in half instantly.
"Qian Ba died like this? Although he is a casual cultivator, he is still considered a master in our Moyun Mansion, but he can't stop a casual attack from a true disciple of Kunlun Temple?"
"This, this, this..." When the people nearby saw Lin Qiba taking action, they were all frightened, and their fear of Kunlun Palace increased.
Lin Qiba raised his hand and with a move, the man's entire body of blood and essence was drawn out, turning into a red crystal the size of a pigeon egg, which he stuffed into his pocket.
Still with a smile on his face, he asked condescendingly: "Does anyone else have any objections to the Shrine's order?"
"I am a very open-minded person, you can speak boldly."
"Who agrees with the shrine's order? Who opposes it?" However, no one takes the lead this time. Under Moyun City, there were obviously living people, but at this moment they were staring at the ground, like sculptures without any life.
"Haha..." Lin Qiba laughed again, and his figure flickered and disappeared. After he left, the people around him seemed to come to life.
They all sighed, looked solemn, and dispersed one after another. Kunlun Temple's failure to catch fish this time is a disaster for everyone. They have to go back to find people to discuss and find a solution.
Jiang Yan looked back with some confusion in his eyes: "Urgent, Kunlun Shrine seems to be a little too hasty in doing things, and there is a sense of eagerness for quick success."
"What do they want to do?" Although it was just his first time here, Jiang Yan already understood the status of Kunlun Temple on Hengshan Road.
In his opinion, the blood tax method of Kunlun Temple is completely killing the goose to obtain the egg, leaving no way for anyone to survive. This is tantamount to digging your own foundation.
...Two quarters of an hour later, Jiang Yan got out of a sedan chair and stepped into the largest restaurant in the city.
"I want to rent a courtyard." He found a person dressed as a shopkeeper and told him his purpose. The shopkeeper was in his fifties, with a thin build, half black and half white hair, and a businessman's unique cunningness in his eyes.
"Guest, please tell us your specific requirements." Jiang Yan twisted his wrist: "Enter the small courtyard, clean and quiet." He threw out a piece of silver: "Stay here today, as soon as possible.
The shopkeeper raised his hand and wiped the silver nugget with a sincere smile on his face: "Guest, according to your requirements, I have five houses here that meet your requirements." He signaled his servants to serve Jiang Yan tea, took out a picture album from under the table, and gushed Introduced continuously.
Two quarters of an hour later, Jiang Yan eliminated three residences. Although those places met his requirements, they were located in places where gangs gathered, with a mixture of good and bad, and all three triangles and nine streams. He came here to recuperate, and did not want to have so many unstable factors outside.
As for the other two places, he planned to see them in person, so he went with the shopkeeper. The first house is located in Beicheng, where dignitaries and sect disciples live. As long as they don't cause trouble, don't make trouble, and close the door, it's the best place to recuperate.
He felt it was appropriate. However, when Jiang Yan and the shopkeeper arrived, they unexpectedly discovered that the door of the house was wide open, and there were two strong men standing on the steps, with fierce looks on their faces, and they looked very difficult to mess with.
However, the shopkeeper still went up. He shook the key in his hand and stepped forward to ask: "Who are you? Is this house owned by Moyun Dental Shop? How dare you open the door to live in privately without the permission of the dental shop?" , You are so courageous!" However, before the shopkeeper could finish his words, a thick palm slapped him hard in the face.
Snapped! The shopkeeper spun three and a half times in the air and spat out a mouthful of old blood with seven or eight teeth in it. Then he fell down the steps and was covered in dirt.
"You? You! How brave." The shopkeeper got up, his voice was sharp, his body was shaking, and he was obviously very angry.
"Old guy." The strong man who had just made the move was unscrupulous and waved a token: "This house is in a good location. We, Brother Huang, will stay here for a few days. You should be okay with it, right?"
"No, no." When the shopkeeper saw the token, his face changed, he smiled brightly, turned around and left with Jiang Yan: "Let's go, let's go, those people are from the Infinite Sword Sect, we can't afford to offend them." ps: Good evening.
I saw a lot of familiar faces and old friends from before, and everyone was still playing Qidian.
