I have nothing but luck

Moxiu stared blankly at his eyes for a while, then came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva and forced himself to laugh: "Guan Daoyou's clothing should be a distinguished guest who came to the Qunfanghui. To be honest, Daoist, This person is a scum of my Buddhist sect disciple, and he is a demon cultivator outsider. He is really a heinous person. My junior brother and I are about to send him to the precept elders.

It's hard for him to scold himself so well that he doesn't show any clues, and he is righteous and awe-inspiring.

It can be said that he is a ruthless character among demon cultivators.

Xie Rongjiao was not moved by his words, "Is there a handwritten letter from the precept elder?"

Needless to say, the Buddhist Sect ranks among the first-class sects in Kyushu, even if it is a little bit mature, there are bound to be rules and regulations in the sect.

Dealing with the disciples of the inner court who are collaborating with the enemy is a first-class matter, and it is absolutely not possible to send two disciples so hastily.

Moxiu saw that he was not a talkative character, so he turned cold and hard: "Why, is this fellow Taoist trying to meddle in the affairs of my Buddhist sect? Fellow Taoists who come to my Buddha bathing party are naturally our distinguished guests of the Buddhist sect, but the Buddhist sect has no doubts about it. It's not fellow daoist's own house."

Moxiu was not polite at all.

Whoever is here, even if you don't fight for yourself, you have to consider your own reputation. I'm afraid that after a few whitewashes, you will leave in disgrace.

It's a pity that this move is not effective against Xie Rongjiao.

He still didn't change his face, nodded and said: "Yes."

"So where is the handwriting of the precept elders?"

Those who talk too much are afraid of those who talk too little.

This makes sense.

At least now the two demon cultivators have nothing to do with Xie Rongjiao, who doesn't like oil and salt. The two of them looked at each other for a while, and for a while they couldn't decide what the rules should be.

Where did the precept elders come from?The elders of the precepts were locked in dungeons by them.

Even if they forged a surgery, the young sword repairman in front of him didn't look like he was going to be fooled.

If you say turn your face and fight, someone who is a sword cultivator in the Hinayana realm may not be able to fight.

For the first time, Mo Xiu found that Mo Sheng was so difficult.

It's even harder than pretending to be these dead monks who don't drink and drink.

Before they could come to a conclusion, they suddenly saw a flash of sword light in front of their eyes. The magic power in their bodies was as frozen as ice, no different from ordinary people.

After the sword slashed the two of them to the ground, the aftermath of the sword energy cut off the rope tied to Buddha Xiu's body.

Xie Rongjiao said to Xie Rongjiao, two demons and one Buddha cultivator: "Since you can't come up with strong evidence, I have no choice but to trust my eyes."

His words fell along with the cassock on Moxiu's body.

Xie Rongjiao raised his brows lightly, but didn't say much.

Sure enough, it was the same trick as Lu Binfan's, a vestment with runes hidden in it to cover up the devilish energy.

Xie Rongjiao couldn't figure out a formation talisman.

But his Hinayana cultivation base made Xie Rongjiao faintly feel that the runes this time were different from Lu Binfan's.

It seems that there is something more to be feared.

How could this be a brat who jumped out of nowhere to fight against injustice?Clearly, he had a plan in mind early on, waiting for them to deliver it to his door!

The two demon cultivators gritted their teeth with hatred for Xie Rongjiao, and stared at Xie Rongjiao relentlessly: "You are not afraid of disturbing other people in the temple, your life will be in danger then."

"Oh." Xie Rongjiao responded politely to them, not taking Moxiu's threats seriously: "It must be you who die first."

Moxiu didn't expect that he would dare to suddenly rise up in the group of Moxiu in the inner courtyard to make trouble.

Not to mention that he dared to kill them.

The tactile sensation from the contact between their necks and the long sword taught them to be human again, and refreshed the three views of being fierce and not afraid of death for sword repairers.

Xie Rongjiao put the sword across the necks of the two of them, and said coldly: "I have something to ask you."

The demon cultivator really wanted to be tough and would rather die than submit. Once disgusting, this sword cultivator who jumped out of nowhere for no reason.

However, their necks were pressed against the Zhenjiang Mountain sword blade, and the cold touch caused a thin layer of cold sweat to form on their backs, and their knees softened first, and there was no way to stiffen up.

They have finally gone through ups and downs to cultivate to the current state, not for the sake of dying rather than surrendering and then really losing their lives.

With this in mind, Moxiu trembled and said, "Senior, what do you want to ask? You must know everything, and I swear to Heaven that I will never reveal a word to outsiders."

The vows Moxiu made when he communicated with the laws of Heaven with his own turbid energy can be heard by Heaven and recorded in the book.

That is to say, the birth of turbidity and desolation is the acquiescence of the Heavenly Dao.

On the contrary, the four spirits of the Phoenix and the thousands of years of practitioners from Kyushu have been doing things against the sky.

How ironic?

Xie Rongjiao didn't care about being so emotional, his eyes flashed, and he asked slowly: "How many of you demon cultivators are lurking in the inner courtyard of the Buddhist sect? Where are the disciples of the Buddhist sect that you replaced now? What are you planning? "

He never likes to talk nonsense, and people who are different from Dao think that he should say one more word, but in just two sentences, he has included all the things about Buddhism.

The phoenix feather that Xie Rongjiao sent to Xie Huan had been lying quietly on his desk for several days.

Feng Ling lay quietly, but Xie Huan was very restless.

Seeing Xie Huan sighing for the first time in the past few days, the waiter finally restrained his expression of sighing as if he was dying, and looked solemn again.

He said to the steward: "You go to the Jingguan Temple and pass it on. I have something important to discuss with the temple master."

The past and the past are all vain, and the place where my heart is quiet is my hometown.

The first thought that arises in anyone's heart when he sees Zhu Yan, the master of Xujing Temple, is almost the same:

It turns out that there are really people in this world who don't hide their national beauty.

Even if the wind and frost infect the eyebrows, the god still loves the beauty's head.

Zhu Yan is just an ordinary dress of Taoist robes and wooden hairpins. According to the age of ordinary people, his appearance should be premature

But her beauty runs through countless years of travel, like the same bright moon in ancient and modern times, carrying the same Chengjiang River thousands of miles before and after, sending it to different pedestrians, lighting up their journeys.

The brilliance is eternal, and the water is as bright as before.

The marks of age are easily overlooked under the extreme beauty, and it is even impossible to say that its color is half-aged and impaired.

Xie Huan moved his eyes uncomfortably, and said awkwardly: "I have something to go to the western border, the situation there is not peaceful, please ask the temple master to take care of me in Fengling City Lord's Mansion."

Zhu Yan spoke, her voice was soft and clear, like colorful clouds piled up into a cloud ladder, and the Nine Heavens Immortal Music faintly came from the end of the cloud ladder: "The city lord, just let go, I will take care of the city lord's mansion with all my heart, and it is difficult for villains to enter."

She smiled slightly, and the fairy aunt in the famous painting was suddenly injected with a stroke of spiritual light by the master of the fairy, and she was reborn gracefully: "I am very happy that the city lord is willing to walk out of Fengling."

30 years.

A virtual meditation hall was added to the city lord's mansion, and thousands of tall buildings rose one after another. The saint broke through 18 years ago.

Among the people back then, Xie Huan was the only one who didn't come out, nor was he willing to come out.

From the beginning to the end, Xie Huan did not explain to Zhu Yan why he was going to Xihuang, nor did Zhu Yan promise him how she would take good care of Fengling City Lord's Mansion.

They used to be such a loving and affectionate couple.

Reluctantly, an acquaintance 30 years ago that they thought was destined for marriage, turned out to be just a pawn in the hands of others.

Even more unstable than Xie Huan was the commander of the Zhenxi Army.

The 30 Zhenxi army is located in the western border, and the news channels of the Zhenxi army commander are too many to count, of course he is well-informed.

So he naturally knew about Jiang Jingxing's appearance at the Cui family's birthday banquet.

The commander of the Zhenxi Army is not a fool, after much deliberation, he only came to one conclusion, a small birthday banquet of Cui's family is not worthy of the ostentation of a saint in person.Most likely, Jiang Jing's trip to Xihuang was because he saw through his disguise and came to clean up the door for the Jiang family and the Zhenxi army.

Of course the head coach of the Zhenxi Army was afraid.

18 years ago, Jiang Jingxing dared to kill even the Emperor of Northern Zhou. 18 years later, Jiang Jingxing's Haoran sword will only become sharper. How could he take himself, the commander of the Zhenxi Army, seriously? 18 years ago, he didn't become one of the members liquidated by Bajijian just because he didn't step on Jiang Jingxing's bottom line.

Nearly [-] elite soldiers surrounded his mansion so that nothing could get in and water could not get through.

Of course, the head coach of the Zhenxi Army didn't just naively hope that with tens of thousands of elite soldiers, he could successfully survive under the Baji Sword.

Thinking of his real reliance on the cards behind him, the head coach of the Zhenxi Army rubbed his hands and laughed, feeling that this business was worthwhile

Losing is nothing more than a death, winning is splitting the land and borders. Given time, it might be impossible to be the next Northern Zhou|.

So when he saw the young man in green shirt coming in from the gate of the mansion openly, visiting a long-time friend like holding a jug of fine wine and carrying the Baji sword, the commander of the Zhenxi Army did not panic.

He crushed the talisman that had been held in his palm for a long time.

You can only crush the talisman in your palm.

The next moment, a trace of blood spilled from his neck, his eyes rolled white, and he died with regret.

Nearly ten thousand elite soldiers could only watch helplessly, unable to even lift a finger.

Jiang Jingxing didn't even change the speed of his pace, it was still like walking in a garden.

The power of a saint is not a joke.

He walked under the plaque in the main hall, and then raised his voice: "It's a holy place after all, don't shrink back and forth, are you ashamed?"

I don't know if it was inspired by Jiang Jingxing's words, an old man in a shirt came out slowly from the main hall.

It was Moluo, the life-saving talisman that the commander of the Zhenxi Army wanted to summon by crushing the talisman before his death.

Or it is more appropriate to say that the death talisman.

The old man smiled kindly, as if he couldn't see the critical situation, and said to Jiang Jingxing like a gossip: "Brother, you said that this person is in his position, so he has to find a job. What kind of person can he do to himself?" You have to know how far it will go, otherwise, you will think about things you shouldn't have in vain, and you will have to die like the head of the Eastern Wasteland and the so-called marshal of the Zhenxi Army in front of you."

Jiang Jingxing actually didn't really want to understand why Ji Huang blindly chose to hook up with Mo Luo even though Mo Luo had the wonderful aura of 100% killing his teammates.

He didn't intend to ask what kind of death Mo Luo arranged for Ji Huang to kill with a knife.

He just couldn't help complaining: "Then don't you have any idea about your ability and fate?"

Successfully defeated Mo Luo, his face instantly became ugly.

The palace owned by Princess Ruyang of the Nanban was empty, only she and the female officer were left.

Princess Ruyang gently pinched a piece of cigarette that could not be held between her fingers, and watched it slip away from her fingertips.

She sighed softly: "Ji Huang wanted me to give him Jiang Jingxing's soul lamp, but the national teacher wanted me to give it to the son of the Xie family, saying that the son of the Xie family has his own way to repair it."

"Hui Niang, you said that one is the emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty whom I swore to never betray and pledge allegiance to the death; the other is the national teacher who has stood upright for 200 years since the founding of the country and has not lost a single defeat. How should I choose?"