This is a decisive battle that seemed to be delayed by the people of Xiliang for many years.

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

The people of Xiliang who were not cheap in the wheel battle, and I will never forget that scene.

The pagoda and the hall worshiping statues were devastated. Although the beams and pillars still did not collapse, the wind on the four walls was no longer solemn and majestic scenes.

There were monks lying everywhere, some of whom were dead, and those who were still alive sat cross-legged and recited scriptures. Their bodies were covered in blood. The difficult-to-mouthed Sanskrit words passed from foreign lands echoed in the temple. They were clearly saving the dead, but they foresaw the demise.

Meng Qi was the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty. His entry into Mojieti Temple was not related to the forces in the Central Plains, nor was he coming to martial arts to discuss.

He just wanted to defeat the confidence of the people of Xiliang.

The strange and inexplicable martial arts of Mojieti Temple have been widely circulated in the Central Plains. After the failure of Xiliang's invasion to the south, they sent assassins to assassinate Yin Qingheng. Although those assassins only learned the martial arts of Mojieti Temple and were not ordained, they were not real monks, but everyone knew that if Xiliang faced the danger of destroying the country, those monks who had originally only chanted scriptures would stand up immediately.

Meng Qi could not let his friends, the pillars of the Chu Dynasty, and the young generals of the army faced such a death disaster.

The victory or defeat on the battlefield depends on one's ability. Sharp swords and arrows are just ordinary things, so the assassination of martial arts masters is different.

At that time, Meng Qi was no longer Meng Qi who followed Li Yuanze to fight all over the world. She obtained countless classics in the Chen Dynasty Palace and learned martial arts for many years.

It is precisely because of his high martial arts skills that Meng Qi knew what an internal master could do.

So he went there alone.

Returning with blood.

The powerful and nobles of Xiliang followed the upper class to fear that the people would panic because the supreme Buddhist temple was robbed, blocking the news and making it secret.

Even the monarchs and ministers of the Chu Dynasty only knew a rough idea. They did not understand martial arts, but were not very clear about the inside story of this battle and how high Meng Qi's martial arts were. Even in the eyes of some young generals and court officials, this is just as recorded in history books. The warriors and warriors of the two countries must first fight to enhance their momentum.

The people of Xiliang were indeed defeated. Before Meng Qi arrived, they only knew that this was a Chu general who knew the Qimen Dunjia and was good at defending passes and resisting enemies. He was also the least famous among the fourteen founding officials of the Chu Dynasty and the most inconspicuous official titles.

Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements. The people of Xiliang don’t know how many talented people and strangers like Meng Qi in the Central Plains are there.

The Chu army launched a large-scale attack, and some powerful people advocated moving the capital to flee west, hoping that the vast Gobi Desert would block the Chu army's conquest.

People's hearts were scattered and the administration was corrupt. The cavalry of Xiliang was known for being brave. In just half a year, the Chu army had arrived at the capital Xiazhou.

Now the old Xiliang nobles gathered under Ayanpuka's command have all demonized Meng Qi. They said that the Chu Dynasty's national master had sinister intentions and killed all the monks in Mojieti 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 they seriously injured and drove away the Chu Dynasty's national master.

It is precisely because of this person that when the Chu army attacked, the king and the powerful wanted to preserve their national strength and avoid war and move the capital.

A lie is like the truth a thousand times, and they gradually believe it, not to mention the young generation who were young and unborn when the country was destroyed.

The more they admire Ayanpuka, the more regretful they feel.

Unfortunately, Ayanpukachi was born for thirty years.

——That’s Zamp! Being favored by gods and Buddhas, he has mastered the highest martial arts of Mojieti Temple! Meng Qi has never seen the real power of the people of Xiliang! He is just lucky!

The above thoughts lingered in the minds of the people of Xiliang, sucking their hearts madly.

This emotion is now erupting like a volcano, and they shout wildly,

Meng Qi is already old, and Ayanpuka is in his prime!

"Zamp, kill him."

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

Looking out through the bushes, it seemed like a group of demons dancing outside.

Mo Li: "…"

He put away the coarse cloth draped on his body. The "goshawk" that Ayanpuka just saw was actually a black carp.

The original intention was to test Ayanpuka's reaction to verify the speculation about Anakhdo Mountain.

As expected, Ayanpuka was distracted. Even Meng Qi appeared behind him and did not notice it. It was abnormal for a top master. Even Mo Li didn't expect Meng Qi's sneak attack, because it was not agreed upon by them.

Their first priority is to burn A Furong, and the powder that has been picked and ground into the ground must be destroyed.

The setting fire was quite smooth, but there was no A Furong's fruit in the warehouse. As the two searched the Mo Li picked up a large roll of cloth, Meng Qi thought of the idea of ​​testing Ayanpuka.

The people of Xiliang were still shouting wildly. They didn't know that Ayanpuka was injured, but Mo Li was different. He felt very relieved.

Ayanpuka has become a difficult situation to ride a tiger. There is no sunlight now, and even the moonlight is blocked tightly by thick smoke and dense bushes. The demon Bethune cannot be used at all. Even if it is used, it is useless. It has been broken once before.

The people of Xiliang don’t know about this, so how can Ampuka himself not know? Once the killer weapon is invalid, they can only rely on their own abilities.

When Ayanpuka broke out of the house, he thought he had the advantage of the territory, but he was caught off guard when he was injured.

In fact, the sword was not very deep, mainly for internal injuries caused by shaking the sword edge.

Ayanpuka hurriedly pointed a few acupoints to stop bleeding. His body was churning with blood. The more he tried, the more he felt weak and his meridians were blocked.

This is not a solution. Ayanpuka fought and retreated without a trace.

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

Meng Qi raised a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, but did not expose it. On the contrary, he cooperated to follow the other party and fight.

Ayanpuka is not stupid, he quickly understood Meng Qi's intentions.

——Meng Qi was preparing to attack at the right time, so that the people of Xiliang could see Ayanpuka's escape with their own eyes, leaving all the people of Xiliang to escape alone.

The leader who respects like a god collapsed, which was even more cruel than killing people directly.

No matter how huge this force is, it will collapse in an instant and become a mess of sand.

People's hearts are disintegrating and the intention to retreat arises. Some people want to continue to restore the country, while others have been hiding their names after fighting for the wealth they have secretly managed over the years. But no matter what, they will hate Ayanpuka extremely much. The more they respected before, the more resentful they will be afterwards.

This is the disadvantage of deifying oneself and using faith to rule over subordinates.

But Ayanpuka had no choice. He could not gather people's hearts without taking advantage of the descendants of the Western Liang royal family and not stealing the martial arts of Mojiti Temple, so that these people would willingly serve him. He didn't even think this was a weakness, because he knew the secret of the dragon vein and had enough confidence in his own force.

However, everything did not follow his plan.

The swordsman Su Li'er did not follow him, and Meng Qi was not restrained by the mystery of the dragon vein of Feihe Mountain. He even quickly hit his foolproof ** formation nest!

What's going on?

Ayanpuka was so angry that she vomited blood, and her internal breath was even more disordered.

The people of Xiliang shouted wildly, like firewood added to the fire, making him furious.

The fire shaking and the smoke rolled.

Ayanpuka dared not respond with all his strength. He had to pay attention to the dark carp behind him, not knowing when he might jump out to attack him. He had already suffered a great loss from being attacked.

However, Mo Li did not think about how to give him a knife in the dark.

Doctor Mo has other things to be busy with.

He walked around a spacious bamboo house. He and Meng Qi had previously guessed that this was Ayanpuka's residence because the terrain was the highest, and there was no one growing vegetables and grain at the door, only a few peach trees. Looking from a distance through the window, it was very neat and empty.

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

The ink carp enters the path and searches for Ahyangpuka's possible Ah Furong seeds.

The more I looked for it, the tighter Mo Li's brows frowned.

This bamboo house looks ordinary, neither resisting the wind nor keeping warm, but the people living here don't care about these things. The bedrooms in the house are soft wool carpets, depending on the weaving method or shipped from the Western Regions. There are not many items inlaid with gold, silver and gems, but the brocade, jade and porcelain in the south are all top-notch.

If I hadn't looked 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 are used daily utensils. Even the window poles are covered with sandalwood and gold wire. The enamel painted four screens on the front of the bedroom, and the base is carved with dragon and phoenix patterns.

There were so many books in the study that Mo Li suspected how they transported them in. There were several valuable works by famous masters of previous dynasties hanging on the wall.

One of them is a picture of a fierce tiger descending from the mountain by the painting Saint Yang Daozhi.

The painting is majestic and lifelike, and seems to be able to pop out of the painting at any time. A timid person will even collapse on the ground when he sees it suddenly.

It was not this tiger that attracted the ink carp, but the signature of the painting saint.

——Portraited in Longzhao Peak Temple in the Dingmao year.

Yang Daozhi was a person from more than 300 years ago.

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

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

Mo Li's hand just stretched out, but suddenly stopped.

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

The scroll fell down according to the sound, and at the same time, the machine spring hidden in the wall sounded a sudden sound, creating a pile of hidden weapons as thin as cow's hair.

Mo Li unfolded the cloth that came from the warehouse and swung rapidly in front of her. All the hidden weapons were silently knocked down, and the tiger painting was also connected in the middle of the cloth.

Mo Li waited for a while and didn't see the second round of hidden weapons. Then she carefully took off the painting through the cloth and rolled it up, discarding the painting scroll.

There is a concave wall inside the wall, and the mechanism is installed there. As long as someone takes off the scroll, the mechanism will be opened immediately - Mo Li can't figure it out, how did Ayanpuka know what's behind this painting? Meng Qi couldn't say, and Anakhdo Mountain Dragon Vein could not know.

There are two famous works paintings around Shangyun Mountain. Mo Li tried to knock them down but she didn't see the mechanism.

He pressed his doubts and continued to search in the study.

There is no secret room in the secret passage. This is just a bamboo house and cannot be used as a too complicated mechanism.

Finally, Mo Li found a small porcelain bottle, pulled the stopper and was covered with gray-black seeds, and a bottle of thick white slurry, emitting the familiar smell of A Furong. He put both bottles in his arms.

The letters on the table were about the restoration of the country in Xiliang, as well as the orders that Ayanpuka asked his subordinates to monitor Fengxing Pavilion and wait for an opportunity to remove them.

The moli looked through quickly.

The room was pitch black, and I guess I couldn't see anything if I had anyone.

Mo Li became more and more shocked. Ayanpuka's subordinates were already spread all over Yuzhou and Jingzhou, and Yongzhou Pingzhou and Taijing.

Ayanpuka is a cautious person. He may have burned many of the truly important letters, and the rest are those he thought they would be useful in the future or he needed to think about. Mo Li turned them through and classified them. Finally, he stopped at a letter from Ayanpuka's subordinates who reported to King Chuning that there were masters who had broken half of their hands.

Mo Li thought about it and brought all the letters he thought were useful.

Shake the cloth and shake off the poisoned cow hair needles, which is a ready-made burden.
Chapter completed!