The forest in Zhongnan Mountain was in a mess, the disciples of the Confucian family were crying everywhere, at least ten of the 18 disciples of the Confucian family spattered blood all over the ground, and the other three were terrified and trembling all over. Among the remaining few, only King Yan and Kong Dejing were safe. .
Mr. Kong Da's face was ashen, and he held a roll of bamboo slips in his hand and spread them out, as if he wanted to do it himself.
Wuqiao held a long knife in one hand, and said calmly: "The fierce tiger in Liaodong kills the Central Plains, and the wolf in Guanzhong lies alone in the south. According to my wolf nature more than ten years ago, I can kill all the dozen or so descendants of you, the Kong family. Clean, but ten years later, I have devoted myself to practicing in Zhongnan. I haven¡¯t drank blood for many years with the long knife in my hand. If I hadn¡¯t sent it to Quehui Gujing Temple today, I wouldn¡¯t use the knife again. I don¡¯t care if I have broken the vows since I sealed the knife for many years. Slaughter a few people, Mr. Kong Da, if you feel that you feel wronged, then shoot, just to see if I can let more than half of the eighteen children of your Confucius family be buried in Zhongnan Mountain."
"You" Mr. Kong Da's face was livid, holding the unrolled bamboo slips in his hand, he was speechless for a long time but he never raised his mind to strike. He came to intercept Xiang Que, but he had already run away. Delaying here at Wuqiao will completely waste all previous efforts.
The most important thing is that Mr. Kong Da is not sure if he can compete with him evenly. If Wuqiao is really allowed to kill half of the eighteen disciples of the Confucius Mansion, today's loss will not be made up for by one death. It must come back, the young people of this generation are the foundation of the Confucian Mansion, and it is really not worth the loss to die a few.
Wu Qiao put away his long knife and said calmly: "I am cultivating in Zhongnan, if you want to avenge today's knife, you can come here to find me, now I have achieved the purpose of sending Xiang Que, see you later "
Wuqiao retracted his knife and turned back into the forest. Mr. Kong Da didn't give orders to stop him until the figure disappeared. After a long time, he said: "Leave one person to take care of the injured disciple, and the rest follow me into the mountain to see the ancient well."
The sky was getting dark, the moon was hanging high, and the forest in Zhongnan Mountain was pitch black.
A candle was lit in the main hall of Gujing Temple, and Xiang Queduan sat on the futon and looked down the mountain. There was no light in Gujing Village, and a sense of bleakness permeated every village and every temple.
A figure came from down the mountain, carrying a box in his hand, walked to the temple and came to Xiang Que's side, the box in the figure's hand was placed on the ground.
"It's troublesome, Master Qiao," Xiang Que said softly, cupping his hands.
Wu Qiao slowly opened the box, took out a few rough-looking foods and put them on the ground, then took out two bottles of low-quality old wine, opened them, and handed a bottle to Xiang Que, saying: "The Gujing Temple has been very deserted in recent years. , after Changqing left, you left, not long after Yu Qiuyang disappeared again, the four of Gujingguan disappeared three at once, and only the old man was left guarding under the old elm tree. What I didn't expect was that you stayed here last time In a few days, you and the old Taoist are all gone. Since then, the Gujing Temple has been empty, and there is no place for me to pass the time after you left I didn't expect you to come back again, but it seemed a little strange Peaceful"
Xiang Que took the wine in his hand, raised his head and took a sip, the pungent smell of alcohol entered his stomach, and a pungent feeling caught Xiang Que. He pursed his lips and sighed: "When I come back again, why do I feel that things are different, Master Qiao, what's wrong with this ancient well temple?"
Wu Qiao touched the bottle with him, took a sip, wiped his mouth roughly, picked up a chopstick of roasted sweet potatoes and said: "You people in Gujing Temple have always been eccentric, you Ask me what's wrong, where do I know where to go?"
Xiang Que stopped talking, ate and didn't move, smoking and drinking.
Wuqiao ignored him, ate alone, and didn't talk to him.
Not long after, the two bottles of old wine were down, and Wuqiao suddenly lay down on the ground with a "plop", staring and shouting: "The sky doesn't care, the earth doesn't care, the wine doesn't matter, whether it's prosperous or dead, drink it How much does a small wine cost in the sun"
Looking at Wu Qiao who was about to fall asleep while talking about wine on the ground like a dead dog, Xiang Que said softly, "Thank you, Master Qiao."
Wuqiao, who lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain for more than ten years and did not care about world affairs, not only broke his precepts and drew his sword, but also came out of the world again and entered the world again. Sleeping in Gujing Temple and refusing to leave.
? Having been with each other for more than ten years, it¡¯s not that meeting each other every day, saying hello, sitting together and chatting together can reflect the sophistication of the world, it depends on whether adversity can reveal the truth!
It is late at night and people are slightly drunk.
Xiang Que and Wu Qiao were lying on the open space in front of the main hall, lying on their backs, wondering if they had fallen asleep.
A gust of wind suddenly blew, and a figure appeared out of thin air on the beam at the top of the main hall. The robe on his body fluttered with the wind, and a strand of long hair fluttered behind his head. Zhang Qingfang looked at the open space below with his hands behind his back and a slight frownThe two people on board, then turned their heads.
On the dilapidated wall of Gujing Temple, Chen Mingyin stood on it, guarding one side, and then the two looked at the collapsed Taoist gate at the same time. His body seemed to be strenuous to walk, but after a few blinks, he was already standing in the open space in front of the hall.
Zuo Dao whispered to himself: "The land of Guanzhong is indeed a good place. When Xi'an talks about the dragon's veins, it is said that the northern suburb after the north gate is the head of the dragon, and the bell tower is built on the waist of the dragon. I don't know if it is It's not a real dragon, but even if it is, it must be a small dragon. The real dragon in Guanzhong was originally in the Qinling Mountains, but the dragon's head was suppressed by a broken Taoist temple. Why did the national teacher of the ancient capital Thirteen Dynasties go there all those years ago? Well, why did no one realize that such a leading place was occupied by Jianpo Daoist Temple? In this way, Gujing Temple has occupied the magpie's nest here for almost two thousand years? What kind of intention is this? If there is any emperor I built an ancient tomb here, thinking about the two thousand years of history after I came to China, it will not be like this, Master Gujingguan, what are you thinking about?"
Zuodao walked to the front of the main hall talking to himself. Wu Qiao and Xiang Que had already opened their eyes, but they didn't dare to make a rash move. The trembling from the depths of their souls made them tremble uncontrollably in their bones.
The old man who appeared suddenly was terrifying. Although he didn't glance at the two of them, nor said a word to them, Xiang Que and Wu Qiao seemed to be shot in the head with a gun at the same time, maybe just blinking , a bullet can penetrate out.
"You two boys, it's not worth my finger. I'll wait for Zhu Chungang to come. As for whether others want to touch you, that's up to you." Zuo Dao suddenly sat cross-legged on the steps in front of the hall.
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