Aggrieved Fish Sprite

This is a decisive battle many years late in the eyes of Xiliang people.

In the battle of Mogatti Temple in the past, Meng Qi was seriously injured. Correspondingly, more than half of the monks in Mogatti Temple were killed or injured.

The wheel battle did not touch the cheap Xiliang people, and I will never forget that scene.

The pagodas and the main hall dedicated to the gods are devastated. Although the beams and columns are still intact, the walls are filled with wind, and the solemn and majestic scene is no longer there.

There are monks lying all over the place, some of them are dead, and those who are still alive are sitting cross-legged and reciting scriptures, their bodies are stained with blood, and the Sanskrit words from foreign lands reverberate in the temple. Foresaw the demise of Xiliang Kingdom.

Meng Qi was the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty. He stepped into Mogatti Temple not because he had nothing to do with the forces in the Central Plains, nor did he come to learn martial arts.

He just wants to defeat and break the confidence of Xiliang people.

For a long time, the strange and inexplicable martial art of Mojati Temple has been widely spread in the Central Plains. After Xiliang's southward invasion failed, an assassin was sent to assassinate Yin Qingheng.Although those assassins had only learned the martial arts of Mogatti Temple and were not shaved, they were not real monks, but everyone knew that if Xiliang was in danger of destroying the country, those monks who originally only chanted sutras would immediately stand up.

It is impossible for Meng Qi to let his friends, the pillars of the Chu Dynasty, and the young generals of the army face such a catastrophe.

Winning or losing on the battlefield depends on one's own ability. The sharpness of a knife and arrow is nothing but ordinary things, but the assassination by a martial arts master is different.

At that time, Meng Qi was no longer the Meng Qi who followed Li Yuanze to conquer the world. He had obtained countless classics from the palace of the Chen Dynasty, and had learned martial arts for many years.

Because of his advanced martial arts, Meng Qi knew what a master of the inner family could do.

So he went alone.

Come back with blood.

The rich and powerful in Xiliang and the upper class were afraid that the people would panic because the supreme Buddhist temple in their hearts was robbed, so they blocked the news and kept it secret.

Even the kings and ministers of the Chu Dynasty only knew a general idea, and they, who did not understand martial arts, were not very clear about the inside story of this battle and how high Meng Qi's martial arts was.Even in the eyes of some young generals and courtiers, this is just like what is recorded in the history books, the warriors and warriors of the two countries must first fight to improve their momentum.

The momentum of Xiliang people has indeed been defeated. Before Meng Qi came, they only knew that this was a Chu general who knew how to defend the gate and resist the enemy. unremarkable people.

Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements, and the people of Xiliang don't know how many capable people like Meng Qi are still in the Central Plains.

The army of the Chu Dynasty attacked aggressively, and some dignitaries advocated moving the capital to the west and fleeing westward, hoping that the vast Gobi would stop the conquest of the Chu army.

The hearts of the people are scattered, the government is corrupt, and the Xiliang iron cavalry has a reputation for bravery. In less than half a year, the Chu army has reached the capital Xiazhou.

Now the old Xiliang nobles gathered under Ayan Puka's command all demonized Meng Qi by coincidence.It is said that the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty had sinister intentions, killed all the monks in the Mogatti Temple, and almost broke into the palace to assassinate the king. It was the monks in the temple who tried their best to stop him, so he seriously injured and drove away the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty.

It was also because of this person that when the Chu army attacked, the rulers and dignitaries wanted to preserve their national power and avoid war and move their capital.

A lie told a thousand times seems to be the truth, and they gradually believe it, not to mention the unborn young generation who were still young when the country was subjugated.

As much as they admired and revered Ayan Puka in their hearts, they regretted it.

It is a pity that Ayan Puka was born 30 years late.

——That's Zamp!Blessed by gods and Buddhas!Practiced the highest martial art of Mogatti Temple!Meng Qi has never seen the real power of Xiliang people!He was just lucky!

Many of the above thoughts lingered in the minds of the Xiliang people, gnawing at their hearts frantically.

The mood now erupts like a volcano, and they cry wildly,

Meng Qi is already old, but Ayan Puka is in his prime!

"Zamp, kill him."

The catharsis of hatred and fear, the people in the fire are waving weapons, their eyes are red.

Looking out through the bushes, it looks like demons dancing wildly outside.

Ink Carp: "..."

He put away the coarse cloth draped over his body, the "goshawk" that Ayan Puka saw just now was actually an ink carp.

The original intention was to test Ayampuka's reaction to verify the guess about Anahedo Mountain.

Ayan Puka was really distracted, he didn't even notice Meng Qi appearing behind him, which is very abnormal for a top expert, even Mo Li didn't expect Meng Qi's sneak attack to be successful, because it was not what they discussed.

Their first order of business is to burn the drugs, and the crushed powder of the picked seeds and fruits must also be destroyed.

Setting the fire went smoothly, but there was no aphrodisiac fruit in the warehouse. The two searched for ink carp and picked up a large roll of cloth. Meng Qi thought of the idea of ​​testing Ayan Puka.

The Xiliang people were still yelling crazily. They didn't know that Ayan Puka had been injured, but Mo Li was different. He was quite sure.

Ayan Puka has become invincible. Now there is no sunlight, and even the moonlight is completely blocked by thick smoke and dense bushes. The Heavenly Demon Wave Xunxiang cannot be used at all. Even if it is used, it is useless. It has been blocked before. It broke once.

People in Xiliang didn't know about this, how could Ampuka not know about it?Once the trump card is ineffective, we can only rely on our own abilities.

When Ayan Puka broke out of the house, he thought he had a good location, but he was injured unexpectedly.

In fact, the sword didn't stab deeply, it was mainly for the internal injury caused by the shock from the sword edge.

Ayan Puka pressed a few acupoints with his backhand to stop the bleeding. The blood in his body was churning.

Going on like this is not an option, Ayan Puka fought and retreated without a trace.

It was not to deceive Meng Qi, but to deceive the shouting Xiliang people below, making them think that the two sides were evenly matched, and then took the opportunity to get out of their sight, so that they could escape.

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Meng Qi's mouth, but he didn't expose it. On the contrary, he cooperated with the opponent to move and fight.

Ayan Puka was not stupid, he quickly understood Meng Qi's intentions.

——Meng Qi was going to launch an attack at the right time, let the people of Xiliang see Ayan Puka's escape with their own eyes, leaving all the people of Xiliang to escape alone.

The leader who worshiped like a god collapsed suddenly, which was more ruthless than killing people directly.

No matter how huge the power of restoring the country is, it will collapse in an instant and become a mess.

The hearts of the people are scattered, and the desire to retreat arises.Some people want to continue to restore the country, and some people fight to carve up the wealth that has been secretly managed over the years and then hide their names, but no matter what, they will hate Ayan Puka very much. How much they respected before, and how much resentment they will have afterwards.

This is the disadvantage of deifying one's own body and using faith to control subordinates.

But Ayan Puka has no choice, without using the name of the descendants of the Xiliang royal family, without stealing the martial arts from Mojati Temple, he can't gather people's hearts and make them work for him willingly.He didn't even think it was a weakness at first, because he knew the secret of the dragon's veins, and he had enough confidence in his own force.

However, everything did not go according to his plan.

Su Li'er, the swordsman, did not follow, and Meng Qi was not restrained by the mystery of the dragon veins of Feihe Mountain, and he was able to get into his foolproof lair so quickly!

what on earth is it?

Ayan Puka was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and his internal breath became even more disordered.

The people from Xiliang yelled frantically, like firewood being added to a fire, roasting him to death.

The flames flickered and smoke billowed.

Ayan Puka didn't dare to deal with it with all his strength, he had to keep an eye on his back, and pay attention to the black carp that might jump out and attack him at any time, he had already suffered a great loss from being attacked.

However, Mo Li didn't think about how to stab him in the dark.

Doctor Mo has other things to do.

He walked around to a spacious bamboo house, which he guessed with Meng Qi earlier was Ayan Puka's residence, because the terrain here was the highest, and there was no one growing vegetables or food at the door, only a few peach blossom trees.Looking through the window from a distance, the inside is very neat and empty.

There is a Buddha statue in the main hall of the bamboo house, and the decoration is exotic.

The ink carp went inside, searching for the Afulan seeds that Ayan Puka might have saved.

The more he searched, the more Mo Li frowned.

The appearance of this bamboo house is ordinary, neither windproof nor warm, but the people who live here don't care about these things. The bedrooms in the house are covered with soft woolen carpets, the weaving method is brought from the Western Regions, inlaid with gold and silver There are not many precious stones, but the brocade, satin, jade and porcelain in the south are all top quality.

If he didn't look at the bamboo house outside, Mo Li would have thought he had entered the Taijing Palace.

Because they are not listed as rare treasures, but utensils for daily use, even the window poles are made of sandalwood wrapped with gold thread, and the four enamel-painted screens on the front of the bedroom are carved with dragon and phoenix patterns on the base.

There were so many books in the study that Mo Li wondered how they brought them in, and there were several valuable works of famous artists from the former dynasty hanging on the wall.

One of them is a painting of St. Yang Daozhi's tiger descending the mountain.

The painting is majestic, and the tiger is lifelike, it seems that it can jump out of the painting at any time, and the timid people will even collapse on the ground when they see it suddenly.

It wasn't the tiger that attracted the ink carp, but the painting saint's signature.

——Painted by Ding Maonian in Liuhe Temple of Longzhao Peak.

Yang Daozhi lived more than 300 years ago.

Moreover, Meng Qi once said that when he was a gerbil, he squatted for a long time on the beam of an academy in Longwei Peak of Shangyun Mountain, learned Chinese characters and secretly learned the Four Books and Five Classics.On the day Meng Qi turned into a human form, he peeked at Yang Daozhi's painting at Liuhe Temple on Longzhao Peak.

Regardless of whether it was that painting or not, Mo Li couldn't help but want to take it away.

Mo Li just stretched out his hand, but suddenly stopped.

He picked up a lake pen on the table and hit the wall.

The scroll fell in response to the sound, and at the same time, the machine spring hidden in the wall rang loudly, firing out a bunch of hidden weapons as thin as cow hair.

Mo Li unfolded the cloth from the storeroom, and spun it quickly in front of him, knocking down all the hidden weapons without a sound, and at the same time, the tiger painting was also connected in the middle of the cloth.

Mo Li waited for a while, but did not see the second round of hidden weapons, and then carefully took off the painting and rolled it up through the cloth, and discarded the scroll.

There is a concave wall in the wall, and the mechanism is installed there. As long as someone takes off the scroll, the mechanism will open immediately——Mo Li is puzzled, how did Ayan Puka know the things behind this painting, Meng Qi It is impossible to say, and it is impossible to know the dragon veins of Mount Anakhedo.

There are also two famous paintings of Shangyun Mountain around. Mo Li tried to knock it down but didn't see the organ.

He suppressed his doubts and continued searching in the study.

It is impossible to have a secret room in the secret passage. This is just a bamboo house, and it cannot make too complicated mechanisms.

In the end, Mo Li found a small porcelain bottle, unplugged the plug, and there were gray-black seeds inside, and another bottle was white thick paste, exuding the familiar drug smell of Mo Li.He put both bottles of stuff in his pocket.

The letters on the table are about the restoration of Xiliang, and Ayan Puka's order to let his subordinates monitor Fengxing Pavilion and wait for an opportunity to remove it.

The ink carp flipped through it quickly.

The room was pitch black, and someone else probably wouldn't be able to see anything.

The ink carp is getting more and more frightened, Ayan Puka's subordinates have spread all over Yuzhou and Jingzhou, Yongzhou, Pingzhou and Taijing also have their people.

Ayam Puka is a cautious person, he may have burned a lot of really important letters, and the rest are what he thinks will be useful in the future, or what he needs to think about.Mo Li flipped through them while categorizing them, and finally he stopped on a letter from Ayan Puka's subordinates telling Yi Chuning King that there was an expert there, and their hands were broken in half.

Mo Li thought for a while, and simply took this letter and the letters he found useful.

Shake the cloth to shake off the poisoned cow hair needles, which is a ready-made burden.

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