The forest in Zhongnan Mountain was in a mess. The disciples of the Confucius family were wailing everywhere. At least ten of the eighteen disciples of the Confucius family were splashed with blood. Three others were so frightened that they were trembling. Among the remaining people, only King Yan and Kong Dejing were still safe.

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Mr. Kong Da had a livid face, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand and spreading it out, as if he wanted to take action himself.

Wu Qiao held a long knife in one hand and said calmly: "The tigers of Liaodong roared to kill the Central Plains, and the gray wolf of Guanzhong lay alone in the south. According to my wolf nature more than ten years ago, I can kill all the dozen or so descendants of your Kong family.

It's clean, but ten years later, I have devoted myself to practicing in Zhongnan. I haven't drank blood for many years with the long sword in my hand. If I hadn't sent it to Quehui Gujing Temple today, I wouldn't have used the sword again. I have broken the precepts after sealing the sword for many years. I don't care if it's true.

Kill a few people, Mr. Kong Da, if you feel aggrieved, then take action, just to see if I can let more than half of the eighteen children of your Kong family be buried in Zhongnan Mountain."

"You..." Mr. Kong Da's face was livid. He held an unfolded bamboo slip in his hands and was speechless for a long time, but he never thought of taking action. He came to intercept Xiang Que, but he had already run away. If

If we delay here any longer at Wuqiao, all our previous efforts will be completely wasted.

The most important thing is that Mr. Kong Da is not sure whether he can even compete with him. If Wu Qiao really lets Wu Qiao kill half of the eighteen disciples in the Kong family, today's loss cannot be compensated by the death of Xiang Qian.

The young people of this generation who have to come back are the foundation of the Confucius family, so if a few of them die, the gain will not be worth the loss.

Wu Qiao put away the long sword and said calmly: "I am cultivating in Zhongnan. If you want to repay the revenge of today's sword, you can come here to find me. Now my purpose of sending Xiang Que has been achieved. See you later.

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Wuqiao sheathed his sword and turned into the forest. Mr. Kong Da did not give any order to stop him until the figure disappeared. After a long time, he said: "Leave one person to look after the injured disciple, and the rest follow me into the mountain to watch the ancient well."

The sky is getting dark, the moon is high, and the Zhongnan Mountains and forests are pitch black.

A candle was lit in the main hall of Gujing Temple. Xiang Que sat on the futon and looked down the mountain. There was no light in Gujing Village, and a sense of desolation continued throughout the village.

A figure came from the bottom of the mountain, holding a box in his hand. He walked into the temple and came to Xiang Que's side. The box in the figure's hand was placed on the ground.

"Trouble, Mr. Qiao," Xiang Que said softly, cupping his hands.

Wu Qiao slowly opened the box, took out a few rough-looking foods and placed them on the ground. Then he took out two bottles of old, inferior wine, opened it and handed one to Xiang Que, saying: "Gujing Temple has been very deserted in the past year.

, you left after Changqing left. Not long after, Yu Qiuyang disappeared again. Three of the four people in Gujingguan disappeared at once, leaving only the old man guarding under the old elm tree. What I didn’t expect was that you came back last time.

In a few days, you and Lao Dao were all gone. From then on, Gujing Temple was deserted. There was no place for me to pass the time when you left... I didn't expect you to come back again, but you seemed a little uncomfortable.

It’s peaceful”

Xiang Que took the wine in his hand, raised his head and took a sip. The pungent smell of alcohol entered his stomach and a spicy feeling immediately alerted Xiang Que. He pursed his lips and sighed:

"When I come back again, why do I feel that things have changed a bit? Mr. Qiao, what happened to the Gujing Temple?"

Wu Qiao touched the bottle with him, took a very pleasant sip, wiped his mouth roughly, picked up a chopstick of roasted sweet potatoes and said: "You Gujingguan people have always been eccentric, you

Ask me what's wrong, where can I go?"

Xiang Que was no longer talking. He was still smoking and drinking.

Wuqiao ignored him and ate alone without talking to him.

Not long after, the two bottles of old wine were consumed by each other. Wuqiao suddenly "popped" and lay down on the ground. He stared at his eyes and shouted: "Heaven doesn't care and earth doesn't care. The wine is in charge. Whether you prosper or die, just drink..."

How much does it cost to dry a small amount of wine in the sun?"

Looking at Wu Qiao who was talking drunkenly on the ground like a dead dog about to fall asleep, Xiang Que said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Qiao."

Wu Qiao, who had been living in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain for more than ten years and not caring about the affairs of the world, not only broke the precepts and drew the sword, but also came out of seclusion and entered the world again. Wu Qiao saw that Gujing Temple seemed to be in trouble, and with the help of a drunken spirit

Sleeping in Gujing Temple and refusing to leave.

We have been together for more than ten years. It is not just meeting and saying hello every day, sitting together and chatting about nothing, that can show the worldly feelings. It depends on whether true love can be seen in times of adversity!

It's late at night and people are slightly tipsy.

Xiang Que and Wu Qiao were lying on the open space in front of the main hall, wondering if they had fallen asleep.

A wisp of breeze suddenly blew by, and a figure appeared out of thin air on the beam at the top of the hall. His robe was fluttering slightly in the wind, and a strand of long hair was floating behind his head. Zhang Qingfang looked at the two people on the open space below with his hands behind his back and a slight frown.

Personally, then turn around.

On the dilapidated wall of Gujing Temple, Chen Mingyin stood on it, guarding one side. Then the two of them looked at the collapsed Taoist temple gate at the same time. An old man who was walking slightly staggered slowly walked over and bowed.

His body seemed to be struggling to walk, but after a few blinks he was already standing in the open space in front of the main hall.

Zuo Dao whispered to himself: "The land of Guanzhong is indeed a good place. When Xi'an talks about dragon veins, they say that the northern suburbs after going out of the north gate is the dragon's head, and the bell tower is built on the dragon's waist. I don't know what that means.

It's not a real dragon, but even if it is, it must be a small dragon. The real dragon in Guanzhong turned out to be in the Qinling Mountains, but the dragon's head was suppressed by a broken Taoist temple. What did the national preceptors of the thirteen dynasties in this ancient capital do in the early years?

Why, no one noticed that such a leading place was occupied by the Jianpo Taoist Temple. So the Gujing Temple has probably been occupying the magpie's nest here for nearly two thousand years? What kind of intention is this? If there is any emperor

After building an ancient tomb here, I think the history of the two thousand years after coming to China will not be like this. What exactly do you have in mind, Master Gujingguan?"

Zuo Dao walked to the front of the hall muttering to himself. Wu Qiao and Xiang Que had already opened their eyes, but they did not dare to make any rash move. The tremors from the depths of their souls made their bones tremble uncontrollably.

This old man who suddenly appeared was very scary. Although he didn't look at either of them or say a word to them, Xiang Que and Wu Qiao felt like they had a gun pressed to their foreheads at the same time. Maybe they just blinked.

, one bullet can penetrate it.

"You two boys are not worthy of me touching a finger. I'll wait for Zhu Chungang to come. As for whether others want to touch you or not, that's up to you." Zuo Dao suddenly sat cross-legged on the steps in front of the hall.
Chapter completed!