Chapter 422 Jixian Hall

It was also in the Daxia Palace. When everyone gathered, Wang Chan in Cuiping Mountain also stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the direction of Daxia King City from a distance, with the light in his eyes flashing and thinking.

"Master, do you already have a decision in your heart?" Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing stood behind Wang Chan and saw Wang Chan's eyes, and their hearts suddenly moved. Knowing that Wang Chan is the most righteous person, Jiu Moshi repeated and repeated before, and several betrayals had already touched his bottom line. If he hadn't presided over the Taiyin Dharma altar, he would not have been separated. I'm afraid that two months ago, he would have begun to clean up the door.

Now, the time has passed, and Wang Chan's practice has been completed. Even masters such as Hongyang, Blue Phoenix and Geng Jingzhong have returned under his hands one after another. Naturally, a small Jiumo family does not pay attention to it.

"Now that the primordial spirit is condensed and stronger, and the magic power is several times more than before. I can start to practice many magical powers in the Beidou Heavenly Palace. Although the world is big, it can also be done. When it is said that the old slave has ulterior motives, I don't kill him. All I want is to find a quiet place, sacrifice magic weapons, and restore the primordial spirit! However, this old dog didn't even know how to repent, so he came back and brought a master to attack and plot secretly. Although he was killed, there were always hidden dangers, which made me entangled in my heart, so I had to go to Jiumo's house in person.

Bai Suzhen nodded and said, "If you commit the following crimes, you should die! However, the owner did not know that the Jiumo family has inherited more than ten generations in Dongyi, with hundreds of thousands of children in the family. Since the past dynasties, there have been many talented people in the clan. They are unwilling to succumb to others. They have long accumulated power in the dark and stretched their tentacles to all parts of the Daxia Dynasty. In addition to Jiu Moshi, as far as I know, there is actually another place in the nest of their family. The house in the royal city is just used to cover people's ears and show it to others. However, I don't know much about slaves and maidservant. If the master goes to the king's city here, he might as well catch someone with some identity and ask him later.

"As for Xiaoqing and me, we are here waiting for the master to return."

"You can think it clearly!" Wang Chan took a look at Bai Suzhen and suddenly smiled: "I have done a good job in practicing. The nine altars in the valley have been known by spiritual surnames. If someone comes to disturb in a short time, you two can also be transferred at any time."

As soon as the voice fell, a green lotus suddenly flew out of Wang Chan's head and fell to the ground. It turned into the size of a round table. He immediately lifted Wang Chan up in the air and suddenly left.

This precious green lotus has been initially refined by Wang Chan. It is combined with the yuan god. With a little control, it is like an arm. It is also a wisp of spiritual root in ancient times. It is very magical. If you really want to practice it, you will be successful. The light is clear and protect the body, and there is really inviolable power of all laws. Even now, when urged by the original god's magic power, it is also called Wang Chan's magic power, which has soared more than ten times.

If it hadn't been for Wang Chan who didn't understand the Buddhist teachings and the way of practice, he would only fly with big sleeves and stand on the green lotus, there would have been a little bit of Buddha flying, and the general appearance of dust.

The appearance is extremely good!

The Daliao River is like a giant dragon winding, dividing the huge grassland pasture around the mountains into two halves. The green grass is green, and the cattle and sheep are full of circles, but it is the place where the poor 18 ethnic groups in Dongyi Daxia reproduce from generation to generation. At this time, just after the fifth update, a trace of fish belly was slightly white in the eastern sky. Along the direction of the upper reaches of the Liao River, there was a clear light floating and rolling and flying. Not far from the royal city, it suddenly turned into a ball, like a flying star falling to the ground. It was about to fall down. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a person, a black robe, a cloak, and as soon as it landed, it was believed. Step into the royal city.

This person is naturally Wang Chan. With his mana, hundreds of miles away, but in a blink of an eye. It's just that this place is the capital of a country, and there are many masters, and Wang Chan doesn't want to make branches, so he didn't fly in all the way.

Since the ancestors of the Jiumo family were released back to Dongyi by Yuan Tu's ancestors, they have been secretly accumulating strength and waiting for the arrival of Wang Chan. Although in the generation of Jiu Moshi, they were more ambitious and their fear of Yuan Tu's ancestors was minimized, according to Bai Suzhen, the whole family can know the secret of the past. It's just talking about a few people. And since the past dynasties, the Jiumo family has long been divided into two places: light and dark. In addition to the royal city, there is also a hidden mountain outside the royal city, which is just hidden mystery, often changing, and very difficult to find.

You need to go to the Jiumo family in the royal city to find some direct people and force them to make a confession, so that the old nest is secretly located. Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing have been captured by Jiumo since she was a child. In decades, they have only returned to the king's city several times. Naturally, they didn't know much. When they came, they only talked about the general situation of the Jiumo family when they came. Knowing that the Jiumo family is of great power, the masters of all dynasties have visited the Brahman Sect Dalanda Temple to learn art, and also had friendship with many monks from various sects in Dongyi.

Especially in the past hundred years, the Central Imperial Dynasty has purged all major sects in the territory and wiped out countless clan forces, large and small. With that luck, they fled to Dongyi. I don't know how many masters have been won by the Haw Mo family.

In a word, the Jiumo family is false in the light and real in the dark. Although Jiu Moshi is an ancestor, he has always lived in seclusion in Yunmeng Daze. The head of this generation is actually someone else.

So, Wang Chan now wants to deal with the Jiumo family. He goes deep into the king city of Daxia alone. In fact, he goes deep into the tiger's den, but he relies on the fact that he has been refined into a big gun of Huangquan. He is already a master of the world and is not afraid.

The mansion of the Jiumo family occupies a place in the northwest of the king's city. There are thousands of buildings, pavilions and pavilions, one after another. The courtyard walls are tall and wide. On the four-corner building, there are people watching and guarding at all times, holding bows to guard, just like a reduced city. Looking in, although the sky is not yet bright, the light shines. It's as bright as day, coming and going, and there are maidservants everywhere.

Wang Chan peeped in the right direction, walked all the way to the courtyard wall, and naturally attracted the attention of many people.

On the side of the main gate of the Jiumo family, there is a high-rise building rising from the ground, covering a large area. The people living in it are all the disciples who have been searched by the Jiumo family. It is a "Jixian Hall" that imitates the "Central Dynasty" to collect talents from all over the world. Even the servants standing at the door were all bright-eyed. Their temples were high, and they poured tea and water to serve people. They could also see the thick cocoons on these people's hands, and they were also good at martial arts. It's quite extraordinary.

Going further in, the lights are bright. The curator who presides over everything here is only 40 or 50 years old, white and fat, wearing the golden clothes, and always holding a big abacus in his hand, as if he were the most tacky in the market. However, everyone who has lived here for a long time knows that the owner of the Jixian Pavilion, who seems to be harmless to people and animals and always has a warm smile, is actually the general manager of the Jiumo family.

"The people of the Central Dynasty have no way. They listen to the words of the soldiers and their families. They have the intention of deposing hundreds of families. In this Yinshan War, Yuan Tu's ancestor was born. I don't know how many masters of Yuanshen Dacheng were killed. It seemed that even Huang Shigong and Sun Wuzi disappeared. Only Pang Taishi returned to the court, and it was said that he was seriously injured. There are two of the three saints of the soldiers. Since then, I'm afraid the world will be in chaos.

Those who live in the Jixian Hall are not ordinary mortals. There are not only tycoons walking around the world, but also practitioners who practice qi. Therefore, it is still early at this time, but many people have finished practicing. They have sat in the lobby, in twos and threes, get together, or taste tea and chat, or communicate in a low voice, and there are also a table of clothes. The young scholars of Confucianism gathered together to discuss the general trend of the world.

One of them, when he was drunk, turned red. Suddenly, he suddenly patted the table, got up and scolded the current emperor of the Central Dynasty.

"Little brother, you Confucian students came from the Central Imperial Dynasty, right? It's okay for you to say these words here again. Don't talk nonsense when you go back to your hometown! Don't you hear the truth that the disaster comes from the mouth? Be careful when the head falls to the ground.

The owner of Jixian, who was cracking and calculating against the account book, suddenly laughed.

After hearing the words, several young Confucian students looked at each other, their faces were also red, and their voices suddenly became much lower. However, a moment later, the young man who grew up suddenly left the table and came over: "We are all scholars of Shigu Academy. We travel around the world together, and we have just brought them from the East China Sea to Daxia. Listen Wen Jiumo's family also opened a Jixian Hall in Wangcheng, which is well-known, so I came to see it. Unexpectedly, this was the owner of the museum in person, and what he just said was really a little Meng Lang!"

The owner of the museum shook his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter whether Meng Lang or not. Some family saw that you have good knowledge and said something, but it turned out to be the high foot of the Stone Drum Academy." Seeing that the young Confucian was polite, the owner also got up and arched his hand, "Well, it's rude! Thirty years ago, I also visited Mr. Zhang Yu in your college and listened to the teachings for three years. Now things are different. I don't know if he is fine?

"Oh! Did the curator actually recognize Mr. Zhang? In this way, I still have some friendship with my classmates. I'm really surprised! Brother, I'm on the top, and wait for me to worship!" After the two men's words, the scholars immediately gathered around one after another, bowed and saluted, according to the Confucian etiquette.

"The wild words just now made my brother laugh. It's just that we have been learning classics since childhood and have been taught by saints. We can't see the time to form a party for personal gain. Think about the military family, from nothing to how many years, how to compare with my Confucian origin! For hundreds of years, he demagogic emperors, swords and soldiers all over the world, making the people miserable and miserable. It was also my younger brother who just drank a few more glasses of wine. Before that, all kinds of things, such as in the throat, did not spit out.

"The sage has a cloud, and the world is not the world of one family. In another way, it is said that good birds should choose trees to live. Confucian righteousness should be aimed at all the people in the world. Since the emperor has no way, why don't they stay in my Daxia's home? The white and fat owner of the Jixian Hall suddenly smiled and saw that several Confucians' faces changed in unison. Then he turned around and said, "My people in Daxia are simple, and I like to read the most. Have you ever heard of the name of King Wen all the way?"

"Xu Wenzong, the king of literature, has naturally heard of it. He also knows that this man was originally a scholar of the central imperial dynasty. He only went far away from summer because of repeated attempts... However, this king of literature seems to be in some trouble recently. I heard that his newborn son was captured by a demon. Let's go. It hasn't been taken back yet. Among them, can the curator know the details? Another Confucian student suddenly interrupted and asked.

"That's the work of a demon in Cuiping Mountain. I don't know where it came from. I only occupied the mountain, started the altar to practice, broke into the king's city halfway, took away the young son of King Wen, and has not returned yet. It's also a shame to say that Cuiping Mountain was originally a fief of my Jiumo family, but because the demon was so powerful that he entered the mountain several times, he returned in no way. Several people who have been taught in Shigu Academy are all handsome. I think they all have Confucianism and raised the spirit of heaven and earth. Do they also have plans to practice for heaven and earth?

"Oh, these demons will be removed when they meet, but I wait for a few people to study in the world. The itinerary has been decided. After dawn, I will rush to the southeast Chishui Fenglingdu to look up the ruins of the ancient wind. My heart is more than enough but not enough. I just heard that the demon practiced the law and swept the power of Taiyin. Most of them were also evil spirits. I only pity that the young son of King Wen was just born and suffered this disaster. I'm afraid that his life will be lost now.

"The young son of King Wen is quite blessed. As soon as he was born, a master of Western Brahmanism came to pick him up. It was originally a good story. Who would have thought that he was robbed halfway. Even the sage finally caught up with him, and nine times out of ten were killed. Up to now, there are more than a few months, and I don't know what's going on!" The white fat owner spoke with emotion and sighing in his mouth.

"I have heard that the evil method is always used by the villain to perform magic, kidnap the boys and girls who are not satisfied with the moon from all over the four places, and take out the soul sacrifice to practice the magic weapon. Isn't the demon such a character who harms the young son of King Wen to practice the magic? If so, it's really a human tragedy. It's sad and lamentable!" Several Confucian students also sighed one after another: "My Confucianism can't be extended, which has led to the evil spirits, demons and monsters in the world! After returning to the college, I will definitely write a book and teach all the people!"

"Yes, these evil sects can't act lawlessly. If they move, they will kill all sentient beings, take the soul of life, and sacrifice magic weapons. If it weren't for the mediocre emperor and sweeping the sect, it would be the same as before. When our sect was prosperous, although we can't wipe out the demons in the world, we can still protect the peace of the people. How can demons be rampant as they are now? These Confucian students talked with the owner of Jixian Hall, and were heard by some people around them. Suddenly, this triggered a lot of discussion, and soon a person shouted loudly.

"Well, although our sects are not famous sects, we have always made great efforts to protect the place and are loved by the people!" A stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves. Anyway, there was nothing to do. At that time, the voice of people in the Jixian Hall was boiling and the atmosphere became lively.

"I said, owner, you Daxia are too cowardly. The demon practice is three or four hundred miles outside the king's city. So far, it has been a hundred days, but there has been no big movement for a long time. If it's my turn, I will be the whole city's soldiers and horses, the master of Qi, and the Cuiping Mountain in one breath." That is, there is no way to allow others to sleep peacefully next to the couch, but I don't know where the demon comes from. Why don't you just wave your arm, the curator, and we will follow you to walk on it. In the end, the Cuiping Mountain is also the territory of your Jiumo family. How come people occupy it? There is no response? When the curator saw it, they were the two disciples in his house. They were the two monks in the Erlang Gate of the Centipede Ridge in the Central Dynasty. They fled to Dongyi Daxia more than a decade ago.

In the lobby, there was a lot of noise, and the voices were boiling. Suddenly, the Confucian student who spoke first before slapped him gently and shook his arms and shouted, "I am Zhao Fenghe of Shigu Academy, and my father Zhao Fangtong. Now he is the position of the mountain chief of Tianchang Academy. The boy is not talented. He wants to learn from my Confucianism first. The sages traveled thousands of miles to read thousands of books, traveled around the world, and made friends with the heroes of the world. At the beginning of this time, when I came to the King City of Daxia, I saw that although you were not disciples of our Confucianism, I did not know the great righteousness, but I was sincere and had the intention of eliminating demons and good deeds, which was really gratifying. In those years, King Kong Xuan founded a Confucian school, establishing his heart for heaven and earth, petitioning orders for the people, inheriting learning for the saints, and opening peace for the world. It's selfless and public. Now that you have the intention to kill others, it's better to drink a lot, go out to defeat the demons, and wait to turn back. The wine is still warm, and it can't delay my journey.

"It turned out to be Zhao Fangtong's son, and he was really heroic!"

"After the great Confucianism...!!!"

"It's really like looking for death! These people, the sect, were destroyed, one by one like the dogs of the bereavement. They have long forgotten what the wind bones are and want to surrender to me? All right, just kill them all.

Wang Chan got the news from Bai Suzhen that he knew that the Jiumo family was in the king's city, which was not fundamental, but to find his nest, he had to catch a few important figures and ask them. As soon as he entered the king's city, he immediately came to the Jiumo family. Now that the yuan god has recovered, his mana has greatly advanced, and all the scenes in the Jixian Hall have been reflected in his mind.

Hearing these people, one by one, calling themselves, I was suddenly unhappy, murderous, my eyes narrowed, and rushed in.

He was meeting the two Taoist men of Erlangmen head-on and shouting loudly to defeat demons. Wang Chan couldn't help but be angry. He turned his hands over, and the red light flashed and sneered. He immediately split the two people into two halves in the air. The blood light collapsed. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a mummified corpse and shattered to the ground.

Poor these two people finally made a fish out of the net from under the iron hoofs of the central imperial army, but they were killed. They met Wang Chan, the fierce god, and they didn't even resist and died in an instant.

"Who is it?" Zhao Feng and several Confucian students were drinking wine, and they were in high spirits. They were talking with a lot of people. Suddenly, they saw a person suddenly entering a person outside the door. Before the servants on the black robe could say hello, the two Taoists of Erlangmen died together. They were shocked. Before they recovered, the spirit of the body on the ground also flowed. Empty, turned into a mummified corpse.

I couldn't help shouting with fear.

"It's not good. Someone is coming to make trouble. Go and inform the house!" There were a lot of people in the Jiumo Jixian Hall. Naturally, they were not in the lobby. There were those who were far away and found that it was not good. They immediately rolled and crawled out of the back door. Then there were bursts of bells outside, which were rapid and harsh.

(to be continued)