Martial arts: A Taoist friend, Li Mochou cried

The two were startled, and then a look of surprise appeared on their faces.

Miao Fengshi patted his thigh and shouted: "That's right, Zhongtu Mingjiao is a branch of my Persian Mingjiao. We have the holy fire order in hand, and we can order them to rescue us."

The envoy Liu Yun frowned and said, "Although Zhongtu Mingjiao dare not refuse our order, do they have the ability?"

Huiyue Envoy said calmly: "Mingjiao in Zhongtu is very powerful here, maybe there is a way, and we can only rely on them now."

Liuyun Envoy and Miaofeng Envoy were silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Since that's the case, let's find a way to get in touch with people from the Ming Cult of China tomorrow."

Envoy Hui Yue leaned her body against a corner of the cell and said softly: "It's getting late, go to rest early."

Miao Fengshi picked out his ears and pouted his mouth deep in the prison.

"How do we sleep when we cry so much every day?"

Hearing this, the expressions of Huiyue envoy and Liuyun envoy were very helpless.

I don't know who is locked in the six-door prison. During the day, they wailed endlessly, as if they were suffering from great pain, and they didn't know what kind of torture they were suffering.

But this person's inner strength is extremely strong, even if they plug their ears with straw, they can't resist it at all.

It was precisely because of this wailing sound that the three of them were terrified. They were cautious in the cell, for fear of offending the jailers of the six doors, and gave them this torture again.

Just when the three of them were annoyed by the howling, the sound finally stopped slowly.

Not long after, a burst of chaotic slogans suddenly sounded.

"Old Immortal Xingxiu, with boundless magic power and great supernatural powers, can control the Central Plains!"

As soon as this burst of slogans sounded, there was a burst of scolding and ridicule.

"Old monster Xingxiu, you've been locked up here, why are you talking about supernatural powers? It's only the wimps next to you who are scared by you."

In the prison, many prisoners were not afraid because they were not locked in the same cell as Ding Chunqiu, and mocked Ding Chunqiu to their heart's content.

If it was outside, they probably didn't even have the courage to stare at Ding Chunqiu.

The Third Envoy of Fengyunyue looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What are these people thinking?" Liu Yunshi frowned.

Miao Fengshi thought for a while, and said: "It should be the custom in the prison in the Central Plains."

Liu Yunshi suddenly realized.

"In this case, let's go to the countryside and do as the Romans do."

As he spoke, Liu Yunshi sat cross-legged and read aloud.

"Burn my remnant body, blazing holy fire, what joy is there in life, what is the pain in death, do good and eliminate evil, only because of the light, joy, sorrow, and sorrow, all return to dust..."

As the three finished reciting Mingjiao's slogan in unison, the cell instantly became extremely quiet.

After a while, someone finally couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Zhi Niang thief, why did the Six Doors also catch the evil star of the Ming Cult?"

Someone said in a disdainful tone: "What's wrong with the Mingjiao? It's only worthy of dominating in a desolate place. It's still not worth mentioning when I come to Song Dynasty."

"That's right, Mingjiao has no leader now, and it is estimated that they can't even deal with the four famous arresters, let alone Zhuge Shenhou."

The voice of the discussion became smaller and smaller, and then slowly disappeared.

The prison with six doors has been bustling with activity recently, even the well-known Xingxiu old monsters in the world have been arrested, and it is not surprising to arrest a few Mingjiao disciples.

After finally waiting for the old monster Xingxiu to subside, everyone seized the time to fall asleep.

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The next day.

On Lin'an City Street, Li Mochou was dressed in Taoist robes, holding a fly whisk in one hand and a white horse in the other, walking slowly along the street.

Although she had a dusty appearance, it did not conceal her bright face at all.

Li Mochou had long been used to the gazes of passers-by, so she casually sat down in front of a tea shop.

"Xiaoer, have a pot of tea."

Soon, a tea shop assistant walked over quickly with a pot of tea.

"Guest officer, your tea."

Just as Li Mochou nodded, she suddenly felt a familiar fragrance wafting over.

She frowned slightly, and looked at the waiter: "Isn't this the milk tea from the hot pot restaurant? Why do you sell it here? But it's a self-imitation?"

The guy seemed taken aback, and quickly said: "Guest officer, please don't talk nonsense, we dare not imitate, this is specially purchased from the hot pot restaurant, it is a regular transaction."

At this moment, a smiling voice sounded from the side: "Xiao Er, this milk tea seems to be quite easy to make. Why do you give money to others? Wouldn't it be more cost-effective to make it yourself?"

The clerk turned his head and saw that the person speaking was an old man with half-white beard and hair, so he explained with a wry smile: "Old man, I heard that the hotpot restaurant is a property of Liufentang, how can we have the guts to take their business? "

The face of the old man on the opposite side suddenly darkened, and he said angrily, "What old man? Am I that old?"

After saying that, he looked at Li Mochou again: "Little girl, you come to judge, am I very old?"

Li Mochou saw that he was sloppy and looking crazy, so she ignored him and drank tea by herself.

"Little girl, I see that you are a monk, and I happen to be a Taoist priest. Since we are fellow Taoists, tell me, am I really old now?" the old man asked reluctantly.

Li Mochou showed surprise on her face, this man actually called himself a Taoist priest, she really didn't realize it at all.

She shook her head, picked up the whisk on the table, got up and was about to leave.

"Little girl, don't go!" The old man was anxious, and hurriedly chased him out.

Seeing the old man's outstanding lightness kung fu, Li Mochou's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously used the whisk.

"Huh? Little girl, is this swordsmanship? Why does it look familiar?"

The old man hurriedly jumped back, scratched his head, and said with a puzzled expression.