Fengguixu

Beishuo Tianchi Mountain is full of peaks and ridges.

At the foot of Tianchi Mountain, there are hundreds of miles of monuments, white flags fluttering, and monuments standing everywhere.

Outside the forest of steles, every seven steps, there is a saint with a sword guarding them. They are all dressed in red, covered their faces with red scarves, and examine every visitor with cold eyes.

Cheng Fei, the Chief of the Presbyterian Hall, was in charge of verifying the invitations of the heroes.

Cheng Chang is nearly sixty years old, his temples are like frost, he has cultivated a pair of shrewd and cunning eyes in the years of fighting openly and secretly, and can see through all tricks in the world.He always smiles in front of people, like a grinning fox.He dedicated his whole life to the holy religion, to the omnipotent saint. For this, he also got the money, status and power that matched his sweat. He was too old to ask for nothing but hope One day, he can transfer all the money, status and power he has to his son safely and smoothly.

Over the years, the Shengjiao Chengguang Festival has been organized by him alone.

To bear the light, to bear the light, to inherit the legacy of the past.

This hundred-mile stele buried the bones of the heroes and predecessors of the Holy Church, and remembering their festivals is naturally the top priority.In addition to this Chengguang Festival, Shenggu Shengzun invited the martial arts of the Central Plains to join him. Is it to change the course?Or appeasement for the sake of arrogance?The deep meaning of this is beyond what he, an elder, can guess. The only thing he can do is to do his best to ensure that all links do not go wrong.

Except for Wanxiang Temple and Qingyun Temple, all other sects have arrived.

Amidst the noisy voices, Cheng Fei cleared his throat, first cupped his fists and bowed, and then said loudly: "Today's Educational Light Festival, heroes and heroes from all walks of life are not far away, and it is really a blessing for my teaching, thank you very much."

The crowd became quiet, and countless pairs of eyes slanted over coldly.If his eyes were really like knives, this elder of the Demon Cult was a target and had already been tied into a sieve.

Cheng Fei turned a blind eye, without changing his face, and continued: "Ahead is the Baili Stele, the holy land of my religion. After passing through the forest of steles, you will arrive at the venue of today's event - Wushentai. In order to prevent everyone from getting lost in the forest of steles, I specially chose a Ninety-nine 81 holy envoys are leading the way, please follow up with the holy envoys, don't delay the time."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the 81 red-clothed believers dispersed, each assigned to a sect, and stood with their heads bowed.

He only heard a rough voice and said in a strange voice: "Could it be possible that this hundred-mile stele really covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles? Will you still get lost while walking?"

Cheng Fei smiled, didn't respond, and said: "Everyone, go slowly, Cheng takes a step first, and host a banquet at the Wushentai!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation to the big guy, tapped his toes, and the person flew away with ease.

Everyone saw that he was as quick as a flying bird with lightness in his hand, and Feng Xu Yufeng in his ups and downs, and they were horrified at the moment. Even an old man who welcomes guests in this holy religion has such a peerless lightness. Isn't it really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

Wang Yuen, who was still in a strange mood just now, pouted and fell silent.

All sects and sects followed the envoy and began to walk, and it was still three or four hours after walking.

Chu Baoer was already sweating from exhaustion on her forehead, leaned over, and asked the sister of the Holy Envoy who was leading the way in a good voice: "My good sister, how big is the Bailibei?"

The envoy didn't say a word along the way, but he answered all the questions: "It's not big, but if you walk like Luoxia Villa, I'm afraid it will be dark."

"Ah?" Chu Baoer glanced at his mother, wiped off the sweat with both hands, blinked, "This way of walking is not good, so how should we go?"

Sister Shui Lingling's eyes were filled with a smile: "Of course the lightness kung fu is the fastest."

"Then you didn't say it earlier!" Chu Bao'er rolled her eyes, "I'm walking so hard that my legs are twisted into twists, how can I have the strength to do light work?"

The envoy said indifferently: "It has been delayed for so long, even if I use lightness kung fu now, I will not be able to catch up."

Chu Baoer had a bad premonition: "Can't catch up with what?"

The envoy said: "Light the holy fire."

Chu Bao'er swallowed: "What will happen if you don't make it in time?"

"Not much." The envoy narrowed his eyes, "It's just that I don't need lunch."

Turns out just missed lunch!

Chu Baoer breathed a sigh of relief immediately, it's okay to be hungry, as long as my life can be saved, hmph, the Tianchi Demon Cult is too stingy, even if they don't eat after a while, it's okay to serve some tea, fruit and snacks to satisfy their hunger ?

He thought so in his heart, and accidentally bald out of his mouth.

The envoy heard this and sneered, "Don't Master Chu know?"

Chu Baoer: "Know what?"

The envoy said: "Once the holy fire on the altar is lit, the whole church will have to fast for three days. During the three days, they can only drink water and eat nothing else."

When Chu Bao'er heard this, her eyes almost popped out of her sockets, and she was not allowed to eat for three days. Is this going to starve to death?

He struggled to manage his expression, and asked with the last trace of fantasy: "Is it possible that we non-religious people also fast?"

The envoy smiled and said, "Young Master, please come to the country and do as the Romans do."

Chu Baoer: "..."

Immediately, his legs were no longer sore, and his waist was no longer hurting, and he used an unprecedented lightness kung fu with a single breath, and flew out.joke?Is it okay to let Xiaoye starve for three days?Among other things, the young master is exhausted to death today, and he has to catch up with this last meal!

Chu Jinghan had never seen his son run so fast before, he was angry and funny, sighed and shook his head, heeled up.

With the assistance of his old lady, Chu Baoer hurried to the Wushen Stage at noon.

At this time, the Wushen Stage was crowded with people, and most of the heroes from all walks of life had already arrived, and the remaining half of them probably couldn't catch up no matter what.

The bell rang in the field, and the disciples of the Holy Cult, holding food boxes, filed forward.

Chu Baoer breathed a sigh of relief, secretly complacent, picked up a low table at random, and was about to sit down, when she heard a burst of violent scolding from not far away, and after a while of foul language, the two groups of people fought regardless.

"Mother, what are they fighting for?" Chu Baoer put down her chopsticks, turned her head and asked Chu Jinghan.

Chu Jinghan held the cup in one hand and was sipping tea, he glanced lightly out of the corner of his eye, and said softly, "It's the Diancang School and Huajianhui."

Chu Baoer hissed, her expression was like a toothache: "Yes, Yuanjia Road is narrow."

It turned out that the Yunnan Dancang faction dominated Dali, and the South Sichuan Huajianhui was located in the south and the other in the north, thousands of miles away from each other by the Jinsha River.The two schools of martial arts restrained each other, so after dozens of vicious battles, the outcome was still hard to distinguish and entangled.The last time the two factions fought each other was five years ago.At this time when the enemies met, it was you who killed my senior brother and I cut off your junior sister's relationship, the eyes were so red that they almost bleed, and if they didn't agree with each other, they would fight violently.

This kind of enmity cannot be mediated by outsiders.Even the host can't get in the way.

Cheng Fei tried hard to persuade him to no avail, he paced back and forth outside the battle circle with his hands behind his back, unable to make up his mind.

Just about to send someone to report to the holy lady, there was a loud bang!

Cheng Fei raised his head suddenly, and was so shocked that he was knocked out of his wits!

It turns out that a ten-meter-high stone tablet originally stood in the center of Wushentai. On the tablet, there are four dragon-flying and phoenix-flavored characters engraved with "Thousands of Years". The four characters are inlaid with gold foil, shining brightly in the sun, and it is magnificent.

At this very moment, this stele was unexpectedly smashed into pieces by a person flying over!

Cheng Fei's blood was already cold, and his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.

He hurried over and picked up the person who hit the monument, this person grabbed the monument with his head, Tianling Gai sank into it, his brain was cracked, his nose was slanted and his mouth was crooked, seeing that he couldn't survive.So he left him behind and turned his head to stare fiercely at the Diancang Pai.

It was Wang Mazi and Wang Yuen who threw people. Just now he used [-]% of his internal strength to slap Hua Jianhui away alone, but he didn't expect to crack the stone tablet. Seeing the old man staring at him fiercely, he felt in his heart Although he was stunned, he had to puff up his chest in front of the heroes and yelled, "Isn't it just a stone tablet? How much is it? The Diancang faction will pay you!"

Cheng Fei sneered coldly: "Do you know what kind of monument this is!"

Of course Wang Yuen didn't know: "What kind of monument do you think this is?"

"This is the sacred monument of my religion!" Cheng Fei gritted his teeth, "Do you know what to do to those who destroy this monument!"

Hearing his stern tone, Wang Yuen's expression turned pale, his lips turned white, and he was about to argue that those who don't know are innocent, when someone sang loudly: "The Holy One is here!"

There was no sound at all on the Wushen stage.

One stop, one sound again.

"The holy lady is here!"

The skin on everyone's faces tightened.

The wind is also tight.

The saints separated from the crowd, and Feng Yin came slowly and calmly. He was dressed in a thick black robe embroidered with gold and covered with a misty red gauze.

There were whispers in the crowd, because it was the first time for most of them to see the real face of the Lord of the Demon Sect, and they had heard that Feng Yin looked good, who would have thought that he would be so good that both people and gods would be angry?

Most of the young women present couldn't help their hearts fluttering.

Chu Baoer stared at it for a while, then couldn't help frowning tightly, and cursed the dead monster in a low voice.

Feng Yin seemed to hear it, and glanced faintly.

Chu Bao'er was so frightened that her heart trembled, her face flushed red.The monster's ears are pretty good.

Even Feng Yin's wanton publicity and brilliance can't completely erase the sense of existence of the holy aunt.

Sikong Zhufeng was only half a step behind the Holy One, almost walking side by side with him. She covered her face with a black veil, and her graceful body was also wrapped in the black silk cloth, revealing only a pair of silent eyes like a pool of death.

She glanced lightly.

All the holy believers suddenly knelt on one knee at the same time, lowered their heads, and chanted reverently: "Tianchi holy religion, surpassing the present and surpassing the past! Everywhere the holy fire is, it is holy land!"

The sound was deafening, and the faces of the heroes changed.

A sneer appeared on Feng Yin's lips, but it was fleeting. He walked to the center of Wushen Terrace, took a look at the cracked stone tablet, and glanced around again. He knew it.

Everyone is waiting, waiting to see how Feng Yin will solve this matter.

Feng Yin said slowly: "Where is Elder Cheng?"

Cheng Fei stepped out from the crowd and cupped his hands: "This subordinate is here."

Feng Yin stared at him: "If I remember correctly, Elder Cheng is 59 years old this year."

Cheng Fei replied, "Yes, in two months, it will be sixty."

Feng Yin nodded: "You have been teaching for 39 years."

A tendon in Cheng Fei's face was twitching: "Yes, when the old lord is here, I will be there."

Feng Yin sighed: "You have served the old lord, and you have watched the deity grow up since you were young. You have witnessed the rise and fall of the holy religion for so many years. It is really not easy."

Cheng Fei lowered his head, the uneasiness in his heart gradually amplified.

"An old man like you, presumably, has engraved the responsibility of safeguarding the reputation of the holy religion into his blood." Feng Yin twirled the bloody wrench on his thumb.

And isn't this sacred monument the honor of the Holy Cult?

Cheng Fei already understood Feng Yin's meaning, he glanced at the holy aunt, and the holy aunt closed her eyes silently.

Cheng Fei also closed his eyes, the furrow-like wrinkles at the end of his eyes stretched out, and his lips squirmed: "I dare not forget."

Feng Yin changed her voice, then suddenly bowed and said softly: "How many children does Elder Cheng have under his knees?"

Cheng Fei was shocked: "There is the eldest son, and the second daughter, Yao'er."

"I still remember that Elder Cheng's daughter just got married not long ago." Feng Yin said softly, "Your son has also married and married, and now he is in charge of the business of the Jiaozhong gambling shop."

Cheng Fei's face turned pale, and his clasped fists shook unbearably: "Thank you, thank you for His Holiness' concern."

The heroes from all walks of life onlookers were at a loss, and they didn't understand why the two master and servant chose to talk about ordinary things at this time and place.

Feng Yin took a deep look at Cheng Fei and patted him on the shoulder: "A tiger father has no sons, if you are capable, your son must also be capable."

Cheng Fei hurriedly prostrated himself at his feet, and said in a trembling voice: "I hope the dog can do the work of a dog and a horse for the Holy One!"

Feng Yin's thin lips parted lightly: "Okay."

For some reason, Cheng Fei was overjoyed, and kowtowed three times to Fengyin with "bang bang bang".

Feng Yin accepted it, and asked: "Do you have any other wishes?"

As soon as these words came out, many smart people among the heroes had realized it, and they all glanced silently, unable to bear to look any further.

Cheng Fei's expression was detached, and he said, "No more."

Feng Yin sighed again, straightened up, and said compassionately: "Go slowly."

Cheng Feilang said: "God bless the holy religion, forever and ever."

After finishing speaking, he raised his palm high and slapped Tianling hard, blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

All the heroes gasped, now everyone knows what the stele destroyer should do, just like everyone already knows the style of the Demon Venerable Feng Yin, this person can seduce people with a few words, even coercing and coaxing The old people in the Dejiao willingly committed suicide and martyrdom, which shows the hardness of the heart, the strict law enforcement, and the clever means.

And the man still had that half-smile look, and asked, "Where is the stele guard?"

Shuashuashua and four more people came out, all of whom were Cheng Fei's confidantes.

Feng Yin's eyes swept over their resolute faces one by one, and asked in a deep voice: "What is your duty?"

The leader said loudly: "While the stele is there, people will die!"

Feng Yin asked again: "What should you do?"

The four bowed their heads and stopped talking, and suddenly the leader also shouted a slogan: "God bless the Holy Cult, forever!"

With a swipe, the four of them drew their swords at the same time, faced each other two by two, and with two hisses, they all thrust their swords into each other's chest, and knelt down facing each other.

Their blood was splashed on the cracked sacred monument, and sprinkled on the holy and godless altar, spreading slowly like a blazing fire.

Wang Yuen's hands and feet were cold, he already knew that he would die today without a doubt.But did he die just like that?

No, it's impossible, he is full of martial arts, how can he be caught without a fight?He wants to win a game!

He was ready, but he heard Feng Yin say a word, one word made him desperate!

"Diancang Sect and Huajianhui, how many people are there in each of the two Sects?"

Wang Yuen's eyes were about to burst, and he stared at Feng Yin in disbelief.

A fluffy-haired subordinate next to Fengyin flipped through the thick booklet he carried with him, and said, "There are 550 and three members of the Diancang Sect, and [-] members of the Huajian Society."

Feng Yin twirled the wrench on her thumb, but smiled and said nothing.

But there is murderous intent in his smile!

Hua Jianhui stumbled out alone, hissing, "What do you want?"

Feng Yin folded her sleeves, her expression seemed to be very troubled, she pondered for a while, and then said: "If you want to make me feel bad, it's fine, you just need to agree to the deity's two requests."

The man asked, "What request?"

"This first request is easy to handle." Feng Yin said, "For those of you who just participated in the fight, each of you will cut off one hand."

The man was startled: "Just one hand?"

Feng Yin nodded: "One hand is enough."

The members of the Huajian Club looked at each other in blank dismay, and immediately raised their knives and dropped their five hands to the ground.

The man pressed his bleeding left hand, his face paled in pain, dripping with sweat, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "What about the second request?"

Feng Yin cast her eyes on the two fighting Dincang factions, and pointed her chin: "Here, make peace with them now, and swear that Huajianhui will be reconciled with the Diancang faction forever, and there will be no more disputes between the two factions." .”