Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Ning Changyuan: "..."

Daoist Ning originally wanted to applaud, but suddenly saw Meng Qi's expression.

Well, anyway, you two have an unusual relationship, so it's nothing to learn a few tricks from each other.

In fact, hundreds of years ago, martial arts masters came out in large numbers, and they were not limited to one family. Whoever clings to his ancestral foundation and sticks to it will soon fall behind and become the second-best.Close friends and peers often verify each other's martial arts. If you fight a lot, there is always a trick that you can learn both physically and mentally.

Who is not a martial arts wizard?

As long as you are willing to think hard, ponder over and over again, and take it out to bluff people, it will be safe.

As for why it is bluffing, because it is a single move learned, it is difficult to use it coherently.

First, it does not match my own martial arts, and it is not easy to switch abruptly. Second, it is unnecessary. After learning all kinds of martial arts, I finally want to create a new martial arts.

Even if the moves have the form and spirit, the ink carp cannot be restored with bare hands, and it needs the help of flames to reproduce the majestic power of the scorching sun.

Daoist Ning recalled the sudden appearance of the Yanlong, and felt that Mo Li's move was the real accident.

It's not that they are exactly similar, but they are really like dragons.

Not to mention the completeness of the dragon's head and tail, even the dragon's beard and dragon's eyes can be found.This is not the work of martial arts masters at all. Is it possible that he always splashes ink and draws dragons on weekdays, but now he is so proficient in using internal energy?

Ning Changyuan's painting skills are not bad, otherwise he wouldn't be able to imitate this business. At this moment, he was very interested. He looked at the ink carp, and he couldn't tell that he was a fan of dragon painting. For example, he loved painting horses and tigers. , those who paint raccoon slaves, and those who love to paint bamboo, chrysanthemum, orchid plums, and dragons are not uncommon.

Except for the dragon and the tiger, the others... are really hard to use when fighting.

Just imagine that the flames are rolled up, and a naive raccoon slave pops out, is it plausible?

Ning Changyuan turned his back, and the horrified congregation of the Holy Lotus Altar took another step back, wishing to learn the legendary Taoism of earth escape.

"Where to go!"

Ning Changyuan didn't want to let go of the bone-boned old man who was good at using Gu poison, so he raised his sword and chased after him.

The holy lotus altar was completely in chaos this time. This sword shocked everyone. They realized that the general situation was over. The martial arts of Ning Changyuan and the others were too high. Can you guarantee that you are not the one who died?

The mob finally lived up to its name, and everyone fled in all directions, including the soldiers of the rebel army.

"Dragon, it's a dragon...how could it be a monster?"

"Where's Mr. Xing?"

The red-eyed man finally came back to his senses, looking at the overturned carriage, the timidity that had disappeared for a long time came back to his heart.

There is a strong city wall in front of it, and there is a "dragon" that can show its true nature, and outside this city, on the vast land of Jingzhou, there are also money and food, why do you have to die here?Oh, the saint told the Dharma protector that if you capture Nanping County Mansion, you can use the method of the Temple of the City God to summon heavenly soldiers and generals to eliminate demons and save disasters.

Forget about the devil, this catastrophe has not been passed!

The rebellious army receded like a tide, even if someone wanted to restrain it, they couldn't control it.

The generals of Tianshouwang gritted their teeth and kept the green hills. If they died here today, they would lose all hope.

Although the former soldiers of Yizhou were unwilling in every possible way, they turned their heads and ran for their lives in fear as all the people around them turned their heads, and could only be carried away with them. They looked at the top of the city, and looked at Moli Mengqi with resentful hatred in their eyes.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

"Ahem." Zheng Tu also stared at the ink carp with the same gaze.

Blood choked into the lungs, but every cough would involve the broken ribs, causing severe pain.

In addition, the internal injury caused the viscera to be injured, and the life was not long.

Zheng's face covered with wounds gradually distorted. He narrowed his eyes and laughed loudly: "You think you have won?"

Mo Li didn't look at him again, and turned back to look for his knife.

"...Without me, without Master Luo...It's a pity that even without the Heaven-sent King, this rebellious army will still exist, and the hounds who have tasted blood will not willingly return to the past." Zheng Tu's strength in speaking gradually recovered, his face The back glowed red, sweeping away the decadence and bleakness just now.

He was about to die, no matter whether he was willing or not, he could only welcome this result.

But Zheng Tu did not admit that he was defeated, it was only his ambition that failed, and the situation in Jingzhou, Jiangnan, and even the whole world has long been irreversible.

"Kill!" Zheng Tu looked sideways at the fleeing people sarcastically, panting like a bellows, "In front of you, these people are like ants, you can trample on them at will. But how many people can you kill? What? Even if you are exhausted, there will eventually be fish that slip through the net... Ahem, and the soldiers of the Heavenly Granted King who were scattered all over Jingzhou..."

The general of the rebellious army had sneaked into the crowd to save his life, but now he couldn't find it.

Zheng Tu carefully planned everything for himself, and the conspiracy will not end because of his death.

Tianshou Wang's army was defeated in the Fucheng of Nanping County. The generals refused to accept each other. They split up and gathered up the remnants of each other. They re-flagged the banner of the Holy Lotus Altar and became bandits fleeing in the south of the Yangtze River.It is trying to imitate the past years when all soldiers were suppressed and fought each other, which caused the beginning of troubled times and the separatism of the heroes. In the end, some remnants of the remaining soldiers successfully surrendered to the Yellow Turban Army of the "local government army".

King Jing's rule in Jingzhou has existed in name only, and it has given the rebellious army an excellent living environment. At the same time——

"Ahem, Jingzhou... What a great place, what a big piece of fat, doesn't Qi Dynasty want it? Doesn't King Ning want it? King Wu is willing to sit at home and watch others scramble for it?" Zheng Tu sighed leisurely, The smile twisted, "Kill it, the ants that can't be killed, in the face of the general trend of the world, you are also a mayfly."

The mayfly shaking the tree is ridiculous.

Ha, what about the number one sword in the world, a top swordsman?

To Zheng Tu's surprise, Meng Qi was neither angry nor frightened, and walked slowly with his sword in hand.

"You might as well guess, how did Daoist Ning arrive?"

"..."

Isn't it the Fengxing Pavilion? Zheng Tu thought for a while, and said sarcastically: "So you expect the Fengxing Pavilion to gather people from the rivers and lakes to fight against the officers and soldiers."

"Wrong, it's cooperation. At least Jiangxia's defenders are not soft-footed shrimp." Meng Qi said slowly, "Qi Jun will not be willing to take over Jiangnan. The epidemic is rampant, and those in the middle look like hungry ghosts, and the northern soldiers are not acclimatized, as long as Ning and Wu are willing to give money, then the Qi army will return to Jiangbei if they are addicted to chopping melons and vegetables."

Finally, Jingzhou is not only the people who are willing to cut and kill.

There is also Yunming Academy, and there are hundreds of young adults who want to avenge their relatives and families.

"Stupid." Zheng Tu spat out blood, and said with difficulty, "You underestimated the ambitions of the people in the world. To tell you the truth, King Wu is nothing more than that. There is a huge change in Jingzhou..."

"You want to talk about the so-called masters of Mojati Temple in Xiliang, and their leader Ayan Puka? Dead!"

"..."

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows to look at Zheng Tu, and before the latter could react, he said coolly, "Perhaps you still want to talk about a poisonous snake under King Ning's command, Mr. Qiu who has controlled countless people with his benefits? Oh, he is dead too. Already!"

As he spoke, he casually spread his palms, and then curled up his fingers one by one, his expression full of contempt.

Even if he didn't say it clearly, he was close to writing "I did it" on his forehead.

Zheng Tu spat out a mouthful of blood.

People from Xiliang are fine, I didn't expect Qiu Si...

Of course, Zheng Tu didn't know that Qiu Siben was about to die. In his opinion, Ayan Puka, who was mysteriously looking for the dragon's veins, was mentally ill just like his master Qingwu patriarch Zhao Zangfeng, while Qiu Si was a real master of layout. It was too far away, and Zheng Tu didn't know much about it, which was enough to make him vigilant.

How, how is it possible?

"Of course, the rivers and rivers are surging, the heaven and the earth are always in harmony, and there are always heroes and advisors emerging one after another, but right now, there should not be many who can beat you, the king of heaven and Qiu Si." Meng Qi said lightly, "Come one, just press it down One, let them be drowned by this torrent!"

The breath held in Zheng Tu's heart was completely crushed, he clenched his teeth, and at the last moment when he was about to die, he did not forget to dig a big hole for Meng Qi: "...cough cough, okay, I want to see, How long can you do it, no one can be invincible forever, can you still live forever?"

There is no cure in this world, ambitious people ascend to the throne again and again, foolish people are exploited one after another, this is the number of days.

No matter who you are, if you want to save the world, you must die of exhaustion first!

Zheng Tu struggled a bit, and just as he smiled, he heard an inaudible voice.

"Why not?"

Zheng Tu's eyes widened sharply, staring at Meng Qi.

Is this a madman, or a madman like Zhao Zangfeng?

His eyes gradually blurred, Zheng Tu's throat was loud, but he couldn't utter a word after all.

While speaking, Meng Qi raised his palm and broke his pulse.

"I thought he had something to do later." Meng Qi looked at the corpse regretfully and said.

Ning Changyuan who came back with the head of the old man with bones: "..."

Although I don't know what happened, but I feel that Zheng Tu might be so angry that he would grab the chain of black and white impermanence, and if he couldn't kick it, he would kick Meng Qi before leaving.

"When the poor came, Pavilion Master Qiu gave a firework to announce the news, saying that it would be lit after the rebel army retreated..."

Ning Changyuan turned his head to look into the city, the fire seemed to be gradually getting smaller, but something was wrong depending on the situation.

"Then, the knight under the city..."

Someone shouted tremblingly from the top of the city.

Meng Qi didn't answer, and said with a calm face: "This place will be handed over to Ning Daochang. Once everyone from Fengxing Pavilion arrives, we will temporarily consolidate our forces. Don't let any of the dignitaries in Jingzhou go to Jiangxia. The most important thing right now is to deal with all parts of Jingzhou. The Heavenly Grant King defeated the army. We can no longer let the Jingzhou bureaucrats delay, I will go to find the Qi army."

Ning Changyuan naturally agreed, and at the same time glanced at Mo Li who came back empty-handed, hesitantly said: "Doctor Mo, did you not find... the knife?"

Mo Li shook his head slightly, with a regretful expression.

"broken."

The No-Blade Knife is not a magical weapon forged by a famous master, and it only took five years to fight the ink carp.

Since the beginning of martial arts training, the ink carp has been changing weapons constantly as its "body shape" has grown up and controlled its internal force, until this pair of bladeless blades is finalized.

However, this is the knife he brought out from Zhushan County, and it has accompanied him a lot along the way.

"I will find a craftsman for Ah Li some other day, and recast two high-quality knives." Meng Qi immediately untied the sincere sword from his waist and stuffed it, "Before that, it's better to use my sword first, my sword The Dharma can also be taught to all.”

Daoist Ning lowered his head and lowered his eyes silently.

——Immeasurable Dao, just explain the robe and belt.