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Chapter 1203 The Hermit of Zhongnan

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    At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, in a deep depression, there is a small village that is destined to never appear on the Chinese map. The village is very small and there are not many villagers. There are only 81 families. The whole village has maintained these conditions for thousands of years.  There are no more than one household and no less.

    According to the already blurred parchment genealogy records in the village, the history of the village can be traced back to hundreds of years ago. The ancestors of the village had already taken root in the deep mountain during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty.  As for why the ancestors moved here, no one knows.

    The village is called Gujing Village. There is a small hill in Gujing Village, and there is a dilapidated Taoist temple on the hill called Gujing Temple. This is where the name of Gujing Village comes from. When the ancestors of the village settled here, there was already a temple on the hill.  That Taoist temple was closed, and the villagers have unified their surname Gu since then.

    The old houses of the eighty-one Gujing villagers were all built around the hill, and they were scattered in an orderly manner, forming a row of eight trigrams. Every house is a divinatory position, but this is strange  This scene has never been discovered throughout the ages.

    In an open space in Gujing Village, the old village chief was squatting on the ground with his cigarette bag in his hand, smoking a cigarette, and then shouted in a very rough voice: "Come here, old and young, come here, listen to me and say a few words."  Lie"

    The villagers walked out of their homes, some elderly toddled in, some brought their children in their arms, some carried their rice bowls, and the villagers of Gujing Village, all eighty-one households at home, came to the open space one after another.

    After taking a few puffs of cigarette pipes, the old village chief coughed dryly and said, "Have a meeting, just listen and say a few words"

    The old village head knocked on the cigarette pot, glanced at the villagers, stretched his neck and shouted: "The whole village, follow the forehead into the mountain for three days!"

    After the old village chief's words fell, the whole village, old and young, were stunned in astonishment, and there was a whisper below, but then quickly restored calm, and then the villagers of Gujing Village began to bring water and food from their homes in an orderly manner  , helped the old man with the child in his arms and walked towards the top of the hill. The hill below Gujing Temple faces south and there is a cave that seems to be formed naturally. It is dry, cool and spacious inside, which can accommodate hundreds of people, and it is very clean.  It was a neat and tidy place of refuge, somewhat similar to an air-raid shelter. All the people in Gujing Village, with over a hundred families, moved into the cave on the top of the hill.

    In a short while, Gujing Village became an empty village, with only livestock wandering around in the village, and no one was there.

    In front of Xiang Que, a total of eighteen disciples of the Confucian family quickly surrounded him on both sides. Each of them held a bamboo slip in their hands, engraved with obscure ancient characters, and there was a faint sense of sacredness in it.  Dao Qi.

    "Your Confucian family really paid a huge price to surround me. The ones they hold must be hand-carved by your ancestors back then. There are eighteen pieces in total. Even if you are the Confucian family, the relics of Confucius  It¡¯s not much if you think about it. If you take out so much at once, I¡¯m afraid that a lot of them will be taken out. Mr. Kong Da, you are not afraid that these people will fold in your hands and damage the things of your ancestors? How can you be so sure?  Leave me here," Xiang Que put his hands in his pockets calmly, and said with a half-smile.

    "I personally lead the team. Even if I gather the eighteen most skilled disciples of the Confucius family, I can't stop you, a junior? Xiang Que, how naive you are, don't think that you can be very confident in your old lair in Zhongnan Mountain.  How could we go deep into the tiger's den if we didn't make all-out preparations? Even if your master, uncle, and Qi Changqing all come, someone can stop them. I, the Kong family, just concentrate on dealing with you.  It is a great blessing for you. For thousands of years, our Confucian Mansion has never treated anyone so sincerely. With your own strength, you can make our elites do their best, even if we die, we can still smile. "Kong  Mr. Da smiled happily and said, "You can't escape with your wings."

    In the back, Kong Dejing's face became very ugly, and the hands behind his back trembled uncontrollably. This is the Confucianism and Taoism formation that was passed down from Kong Shengren himself. It is said that when Confucius promoted Confucianism and Taoism to the world, although he was deeply  He was recognized by the emperor and the royal family, but he was disliked by many traffickers and pawns. There were even many big figures who did not advocate his Confucianism. There were people who wanted to intercept Confucius, either secretly or with great fanfare, but they were all rejected.  Confucius and the seventy-two sages under his sect were blocked, and the Confucianism and Taoism formation contributed a lot.

    Mr. Kong Da thinks that, not to mention Xiang Que being trapped in this Confucian and Taoist formation, even if he is Zhu Chungang or Yu Qiuyang, he still has the power to be trapped.  No one in the world can break through this Confucianism and Taoism formation. Now it is a bit of a fuss to deal with Xiang Que, an evil young man, but because of Zhang Qingfang and Zhao Fangzhuo's broken halberds before, he feels that everything should be done carefully.  superior.

      "Since you know that this is Mount Zhongnan, don't you see why I'm so confident?" Xiang Que smiled meaningfully, and Mr. Kong Da frowned slightly and his heart skipped a beat.

    Suddenly, Xiang Que raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl. The howling sound was melodious and burst through a forest in an instant.

    Mr. Kong Da's expression suddenly changed, and he waved his hands and said, "Do it!"

    "Om" Eighteen disciples of the Confucius family raised their hands at the same time and then waved their right hands. There was a sudden tremor in the air, and then someone shouted: "Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, and fifty strings turning outside the Great Wall  ¡¤Autumn soldiers on the battlefield"

    "Decree!"

    "à§" Eighteen bamboo slips were held in both hands, facing the missing.

    "The horseman Lu Feikuai, the bow is like a thunderbolt, and he has settled the affairs of the king and sent troops to the world," Mr. Kong Da said coldly.

    "Slay the enemy!"

    Mr. Kong Da then waved his hand and said: "Thousands of miles away, take his head."

    "yes!"

    Eighteen bamboo slips were thrown out by hands at the same time, and there were bursts of sound breaking through the air, and they slammed towards Xiang Que like a big wave.

    "Shua" Xiang Que drew his long sword backhand, swung his arm suddenly and slashed at the bamboo slip closest to him, but found that the bamboo slip was as solid as a rock after the sword fell, and there was an unbearable numbness at the tiger's mouth, "  After a crisp sound, the bamboo slip was firmly attached to the back of his sword.

    "Crack" Xiang Que had no time to respond, and threw out the long sword again. The second bamboo slip was then pasted up, and directly caused the sword in Xiang Que's hand to be pressed down by a force that seemed to weigh more than ten thousand catties. The long sword was hard  I can't bring it up.

    "Om"

    "Om"

    "Om"

    Several sounds of piercing through the air came one after another, and several bamboo slips were slapped towards Xiang Que from all directions.

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