[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

Many times, Zhan Zhao can't understand why the world is full of dangers, but those who do good often invite disasters.

"As the old saying goes, it's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to slip away after learning badly." Tang Yuandao nodded in agreement.

Zhan Zhao reached out to poke Tang Yuandao's little head, and said amusedly, "It's an old saying...you're young, why pretend to be an adult?"

Before leaving, Zhan Zhao was lied to by Gong Jiu again to come back to take care of the child.Now, he was holding the Tao Te Ching, and was reading Tang Yuandao sentence by sentence. Halfway through the reading, he couldn't continue.

Zhan Zhao felt ashamed, maybe he didn't like reading a little bit less than Tang Yuandao.

He put down the Tao Te Ching that was almost crumbled by himself, got up and stretched his waist, picked up Tang Yuandao and threw it high, and said with a smile: "What's so good about memorizing the Tao Te Ching? Brother Zhan will teach you lightness kung fu." OK?"

Originally nestled on the wooden table next to Tang Yuandao, Que Ling, a lazy chick pecking at rice and taking a nap, suddenly became full of energy. She shook her fat buttocks and had a long emerald blue tail. She flapped her wings and followed Tang Yuandao Flying up: "Chirp Chirp Chirp!"

Tang Yuandao has already stretched his short limbs cooperatively, pretending to be a small kite flying high, but he still said duplicity: "Well, that won't work, there are great questions in the Tao Te Ching, Master told me to study hard, I love reading... hahaha, let's put it higher!" Within a few seconds, Tang Aishu quickly let go of his burden of being a scholar.

Knowledge is precious, and teacher's words are more expensive. If you want to hold high, you can throw away both!

The master is not here again, big deal, big deal, after "learning" lightness kung fu with brother Zhan, he will make up for the kung fu of playing around now!Master will not know!

Tang Yuandao blindfolded, thinking to himself.

Zhan Zhao was amused by Tang Yuandao's extraordinary speed of defection.

Holding Tang Yuandao pretending to be a kite, he walked out of the study with a laugh all the way, and happened to run into Master Mei who was rushing out of the mansion from the side study.He walked in such a hurry that only his back was left in the blink of an eye.

Zhan Zhao held Tang Yuandao up in surprise, looking at Master Mei who was walking with the wind all the way, and soon disappeared: "I don't know what happened... Could it be that I found a new clue?"

He wanted to follow up to have a look, but he stopped hesitantly after taking a step.Zhan Zhao turned around, glanced at the quiet guest room where Yelu Ruyu was staying, and still didn't leave.

Now that Master Mei has gone out, he is the only one left in the prefect's yamen who can look at Yelu Ruyu.He still had to stay.

Zhan Zhao thought about it in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.He quickly raised Tang Yuandao again, laughing and scratching his itch, completely unaware that there was an elusive gray shadow passing silently above his head: "Fly high!"

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Wu Ming traveled thousands of miles, came to Hexi from his unnamed island, and sneaked into the prefect's office in Hexi, with only one very simple purpose.

That is to kill Mo Qi.

This inexplicable Taoist priest who was born out of nowhere had such an influence on Gong Jiu that Wu Ming had to pay attention to it.

It can't blame him for being suspicious.Even if they were placed on Wuming Island, on Gong Jiu's own father, King Taiping, even if they were placed on Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce, they would think so.

——Don’t you see that he is as hard-hearted as the ninth son, and one day he will run around all over the Song Dynasty to handle the case. When did Gong Jiu have such leisure and elegance before?

In the original case of Yumenguan, Wu Ming was still able to say that it was just Gong Jiu's whim, and he was tired of saying it.Until a few days ago, he learned from the spies again that "Master Ninth actually followed that Taoist priest to Hexi to handle the case."

How could he still sit still? !

With the idea of ​​cutting the weeds and roots as soon as possible to avoid future troubles, Wu Ming hurried to the northwest.

As soon as he stepped into Hexi, Wu Ming didn't even change his clothes, and before he heard the news that the mob sacrificed and the whole government came out for it, he went straight to the prefect's office in Hexi, quietly sneaked into the It sounds like a deserted government office.

There was a bit of indifference in his heart.After all, he predicted that Mo Qi would not be his opponent.According to the information he has so far, there are only three people in this government office who know martial arts, one is Zhan Zhao, the other is Mo Qi, and the third is Gong Jiu.None of these three can beat him.

Like a little old man strolling in his own garden, Wu Ming paced with unhurried but silent steps, walked across the corridor very naturally, and went straight to Mo Qi's house where the spies had found out. go.

"Where is the old man going?" A window creaked open in the guest room on the side.

Wu Ming didn't care much, because he was confident, no one in Hexi would be able to beat him.

So, he kindly cast a calm look: "I'm here to find someone."

Yelu Ruyu leaned lazily on the window sill, playing with the folding fan in her hand, the beauty mole on the center of her eyebrows was even more red against the background of her snow-white skin.He asked casually as if talking to a passing neighbor, "Oh? Who is it?"

Wu Ming looked at Mo Qi's guest room: "The guest who lives in that room."

Wu Ming was a little confused, because he remembered who this person was, and it was the Seventh Prince of Liao who also appeared in the previous Yumen Pass case.

But why did this person also appear here?

Yeluruyu smiled with interest: "What do you want from him?"

Wu Ming has already reached the door of Mo Qi's guest room.

The internal force poured into his fleshy palms like arms and fingers, gradually burning the icy winter air in Hexi.

Wu Ming smiled kindly: "Naturally, I'm here to invite him on the road."

On the way to Naihe Bridge!

Wu Ming's Shadowless Transformation Palm has already breathed out [-]% of his true energy and pushed it out.No matter who is in this room, his muscles and bones will be broken by this palm, and he will be turned into a puddle of flesh.

However, his palm was only half out.

Suddenly there was a pair of hands that were a hundred times more beautiful than his rough and old hands, slender and powerful, with well-defined joints.

Gently, but firmly enough, he grabbed his wrist.

Yelu Ruyu, who was lazily leaning against the window just now, appeared behind him at some point, stared at him, casually reached out, and grabbed his wrist.

Wu Ming's internal strength was like a rock sinking into the sea, he was shocked: "You...!"

He didn't know—he had never heard of it—that the Seventh Prince of Liao Kingdom possessed such martial arts? !

Wu Ming didn't dare to move even if he moved, Yelu Ruyu's internal force was so deep that he didn't need to make a move, and the solid internal force locked Wu Ming's acupuncture points all over his body, almost oppressing Wu Ming to the point where he couldn't breathe.

He only felt that he was like a nameless island in his own sea, and Yelu Ruyu was the endless ocean that surrounded the island, and could swallow him whole with just a flip of his hands.

Wu Ming wanted to exclaim and question, but Yelu Ruyu's folding fan had covered Wu Ming's unfinished words: "Hush."

Yelu Ruyu whispered in Wu Ming's ear: "Don't let people hear it, I want to play for a few more days..." With a smile on her face, Yelu Ruyu turned to the immobile Wu Ming.That smile was extremely pleasant, but it made Wu Ming feel cold all over his body: "I can't let you touch this person."

Yelu Ruyu's hand moved down quietly, using internal energy to lightly touch Wu Ming's dantian, and said softly, "Do you understand?"

Terrifying, severe pain that almost exploded his head erupted from Wu Ming's dantian in an instant, causing him to fall to the ground immediately after being released by his internal force.

But this is not what Wu Ming can't bear the most.

What was even more unacceptable to him was that the Seventh Prince, who seemed to be only in his early twenties, could easily catch him with a single raise of his hand, but he had no strength to fight back, and was seriously injured even before he could make a single move .

Wu Ming shouted furiously in his heart: Why is he?Why is he? !

Wu Ming always thought that with his own skill, not to mention invincible, he could at least surpass the martial arts.Those lost martial arts have been handed over to him, and he can use his arms like fingers, whether it is the orchid finger, or the palm of the bone, even the genius Gong Jiu was trained and taught by him, no more talented daughter beef soup He was able to make her master the orchid fingers, and even Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng personally admitted that the second in the world was not his opponent.

He has to admit that he is conceited, he is proud.Naturally, he would not consider himself number one or number two in today's martial arts world, but at least he must be among the top five.

But now, the Seventh Prince of Liao Kingdom who had never shown his martial arts in front of others, an ordinary royal general whom he had never cared about, could seriously injure him so easily? !

Why is he?Why is he? !Wu Ming yelled this question over and over again in his mind.

He stared at Yelu Ruyu almost madly and hatingly, but all the questions he wanted to ask were met by Yelu Ruyu's silent, but thick internal force like mountains and seas, so heavy that he couldn't even breathe out a word or even a breath.

Huge unwillingness and jealousy instantly engulfed Wu Ming, who was inevitably aging.

He was old, even if he didn't want to admit it, it was an indisputable fact.This is the problem that all successful people in the world are most afraid of facing, and Wu Ming is the same.If not, why would Wu Ming accept Gong Jiu as his disciple, why would he spend his time on Gong Jiu?

Wu Ming stared at Yelu Ruyu, who was young but far surpassed him in martial arts, his eyes turned red with jealousy.

Yelu Ruyu straightened up: "Send him a ride."

Another gray figure fell silently behind Yelu Ruyu, and then floated over lightly, picked up Wu Ming who had collapsed on the ground, and left the government office.

Wu Ming came vertically, but was sent away horizontally.

All of this was quiet, like water entering the ocean without splashing a single wave, quietly annihilated under the control of Yelu Ruyu's silent and dignified internal force like a dead sea.

In the front yard there was the sound of Zhan Zhao and Tang Yuandao running wildly and laughing, as if nothing had happened in the backyard, not even the wind.

If a person with profound martial arts attainments has witnessed all this, he will definitely sigh: Mo Daoxian has a restrained personality, but his martial arts moves are dazzling and fascinating, and it is difficult to move his eyes away; Yelu Ruyu has a surly personality and is extremely aggressive However, when performing martial arts moves, they are as deep as an abyss, as quiet as a dead sea, silent and frightening.The contrast between the personalities and martial arts of these two people is interesting to think about.

But it's a pity that apart from Yelu Ruyu and his hidden guards, the only one who knows what happened in this backyard is Wu Ming who was sent away by his dantian.

The smile on Yelu Ruyu's face became even more joyful.He turned back leisurely, walked back to his own room, closed the door, and smashed the folding fan that had touched Wu Ming into powder: "Where did you just say?"

The gray shadow guard did not raise his head, but half-kneeled on the ground, offering a scroll of letters with both hands, and respectfully said: "The secret order from the lord."

A bored expression appeared on Yelu Ruyu's face, and the previous joy was swept away: "What did you say?" He didn't intend to touch the annoying secret order at all, and asked the dark guard directly.

The secret guard immediately dismantled the secret order given to Yelu Ruyu by the lord without any doubt, quickly scanned the content, and briefly concluded: "The lord said that you have repeatedly provoked the relationship between the Liao Kingdom and other allies. He is really lawless, he can no longer tolerate your reckless behavior, so you should return to Liao immediately, and help your elder brother Yelu Hongji to stabilize the overall situation of Liao as soon as possible."

The dark guard said in a calm tone: "The lord said, don't think about things that don't belong to you anymore. The throne of the Liao Kingdom will definitely belong to Yelu Hongji in the future, and he will sit on the throne at the enthronement ceremony in the future. It can't be you."

"It's burning." Yelu Ruyu walked into the room without looking back, sat down by the bed, and brought the package he was carrying with him.

The burden was unpacked, except for the big red Taoist robe given by Mo Qi, the rest was the folding fan.

All kinds of folding fans.

He caressed the bones of the folding fan, finally picked up a fan inlaid with gold leaf, played with it in his hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

"He can bark like this, what else can he do?" Yelu Ruyu said in a pitiful tone, but his expression was extremely sullen, "Don't deprive him of this last bit of freedom. You go back, and come back when you have his secret order." I."

However, even if this secret order came, it would still end up being burned to ashes.

The dark guard bowed his head deeply: "Yes."

"I don't know how Bao Zheng and the others are doing in saving lives." Yelu Ruyu's mood soon became happy again, he stood up and walked outside the mansion, "It's not something you see every day."

Yelu Ruyu decided to follow her heart - to join in the fun.

He walked slowly through the corridor, stepped into the courtyard, and passed Zhan Zhao and Tang Yuandao who suddenly fell silent after seeing him without looking away.

Zhan Zhao: "..."

He and Tang Yuandao looked at each other.

Yelu Ruyu also went to join in the fun, so what are they still doing in the mansion?

Zhan Zhao picked up Tang Yuandao and trotted, "Seventh Prince, Seventh Prince, etc., let's go together!"

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Mo Qi's face darkened: "No."

"Hey, Daoist. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Even the gods will forgive you. Don't be too rigid, or else you will obey orders and obey the law." Gongsun Ce seemed Ruya, in fact, persuaded him badly, "It's just a matter of putting on white clothes and pretending to be a fairy—"

"The Daoist doesn't have to be deliberate, it's very similar." Gong Jiu added fuel to the fire, "Besides, the Daoist is not the 'Daoxian' personally appointed by His Majesty? Yukou Jinyan, can it be false? If so, then To say that Chang is a fairy is naturally not a lie."

At this moment, Gong Jiu called His Majesty smoothly and briskly.

Mo Qi: "..."

He looked at Gong Jiu's hand with extreme resistance, the white wide-sleeved gauze dress that constantly expanded his psychological shadow area, without saying a word, expressing his rejection with silence.

Bao Zheng was so angry that he stood beside Mo Qi and glared at Gongsun Ce and the others: "Nonsense, what a nonsense! You are still here to make fun of things that are life-threatening!"

Gongsun Ce fell silent, and sighed for a while: "My lord, take a look. Look at these mobs, which one of them has listened to us?" Gongsun Ce pointed at the crowd and became angry, and he insisted on fighting with the suppressing government soldiers , Even the mob who was seriously injured and would not retreat, "If this group is broken up, there will be another group. To deal with these ignorant people, we can only use ignorant methods."

"Since they want to sacrifice to the gods, we will give them a god. Through the mouth of the gods, we will put an end to such evil deeds against aliens once and for all."

Gongsun Ce said with emotion: "If one day, Hexi can calm down and everyone can go to private schools to study and study, maybe one day, they will be able to use normal eyes to look at these same kind who are just different from ordinary people in appearance. .”

Bao Zheng frowned, watching the constant stream of mobs coming under the altar, he was conflicted.

"You can't kill all these people on the spot! Even if you just put them in prison, the prison in Hexi can't hold so many people!" Gongsun Ce persuaded Bao Zheng with a worried face, "My lord, special times are special. It is the best policy to be flexible!"

"Alas..." Bao Zheng was persuaded by Gongsun Ce, and he looked at Mo Qi with a rather apologetic look, "Master Mo, look..."

Mo Qi was already standing there dumbly, being greeted by Gong Jiu to come and change his clothes.

When Yelu Ruyu, Zhan Zhao, and Tang Yuandao arrived, they happened to see Mo Qi, who had been driven off the shelf, once again put on the white clothes he hadn't worn for a long time, walking on the clouds in the wind, following the sky jade A scene where white plum blossoms fall lightly.

Zhan Zhao rubbed his eyes in confusion, and confirmed that the person with light gauze and curly hair, black hair and snow clothes, standing on the high platform of sacrifice like a fairy is Mo Qi.

People who don't practice martial arts can't see Mo Qi's expression clearly, but Zhan Zhao can see it clearly. The little fairy Taoist priest's face clearly reveals a feeling of despair and helplessness.

Half shocked and half funny, Zhan Zhao shook Tang Yuandao's hands a few times, teasing him: "Your master has finally attained Taoism and become immortal? Could this ascended immortal be able to float petals?"

Yelu Ruyu couldn't help laughing, and pointed his folding fan at the roof of the restaurant not far from the altar: "That's where the petals probably came from."

Zhan Zhao looked in the direction Yelu Ruyu pointed, and sure enough, he saw a few men in white clothes secretly hiding behind the roof of the restaurant under the guidance of Gong Jiu. Come back, throw the petals, come back again, keep going back and forth without complaint.

Gong Jiu probably felt that the battle was not enough, so he asked his subordinates to get water, splash it in the air, use his internal force to condense the water into pieces of snowflakes, and then blow them out with the wind in his palm.The rest of the water was gathered by the subordinates, evaporated into water mist with internal force, and sent to the altar with the palm wind.

Gong Jiu's expression of being full of interest and wishing to throw himself out to help out to play tricks was nothing like the cruel, scheming prince of Taiping that Zhan Zhao knew.

Que Ling, who was still flying beside Tang Yuandao, saw his master, let out a long cry of excitement, and rushed towards the fairy in white on the high platform with a "chirp—" like a small meatball.

The long emerald blue tail feathers drew an elegant curve in the air, and the originally small cry fell into everyone's ears because of the sudden silence.

The mob, who were still red-eyed, were all shocked in place.

Not only them, but also those government soldiers who were about to fight the real fire, together with the mob, looked up blankly at the tall altar, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the fairy in white fell lightly.

Are the plum blossom petals falling from the sky?Or Yingjie snow?

Is it the auspicious clouds in the sky that the fairy is stepping on?Or the fairy mist from the heavens?

Could it be that the flying around the fairy is the blue bird from Pengshan Mountain, which can have such elegant and beautiful long feathers and such a crisp cry?

Anyway, in the farmland of Hexi, the people who worked diligently had never seen such an emerald blue flying bird with a small and exquisite body and a beautiful and slender tail like a peacock.

Seeing immortals, clouds, fog, flower petals, and blue birds, the mob could barely take their eyes off in a daze.

The snowflakes fell on people's raised faces and turned into cool drops of water.

Tang Yuandao was so shocked that his accent came out: "What's the matter?"

If it is said that Zhan Zhao and the others were shocked to death, then Mo Qi's mood at this time is probably:

Mo Qi: ...

Mo Qi: ...

Mo Qi:.

Why am I here.What am I doing.Mo Qi let the cold snowflakes and water mist slap his cheeks expressionlessly, and he couldn't help but start to reflect on what step he did wrong to fall into such an embarrassing situation.

The sun in Hexi was extremely partial, covering the majestic and motionless Mo Qi with a dazzling golden light.

The common people stared hard at the eyes that were about to be blinded by the golden light, and they didn't want to blink. They just wanted to see the fairy's appearance a few more times, even if the eyes were dazzled by the golden light and tears flowed wildly, it didn't matter:

——Hey, the golden light on the gods, could it be the power of the gods!God, look at this bright!This is shiny!

Gong Jiu looked at Mo Qi, who put on the clothes he had prepared, and Mo Qi, whose body was covered with gold thread and silver threads, was shining brightly under the sun, and nodded with satisfaction.

Gong Jiu always felt that the Daoist should be so dazzling and hard to move people's eyes away, instead of always following behind others in silence and low-key, always doing things that would only be done by someone who is taken advantage of, and silently dedicated.

Bao Zheng seized the opportunity, took a few steps forward as originally planned, and shouted sharply: "Aren't you going to sacrifice to the gods? Now that the gods are here, how dare you still hold weapons, make loud noises, and offend the gods! If you offend the gods! God, how should you make amends?!"

The weapons in the hands of the mob clanged and fell to the ground.Many people suddenly burst into tears and bowed their heads.Immediately, some people began to make wishes and prayers.

There are people who recite Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, and there are also people who pray for Amitabha's blessing with the first sentence, and then start with Infinite Life Venerable with the second sentence.

But everyone kowtowed every time they said a word.

Mo Qi was suffocated by the people all over the place, and he felt that it was no wonder that his life was so shortened that he would die immediately: "..."

Mo Qi stood motionless on the high platform, but he began to weigh in his heart how long he should practice penance and how many incense sticks he should burn to make amends.

A lifetime is not enough.Daoist Mo, who felt that he was deeply sinful, thought very heavily.

He simply stopped thinking about it, turned around and was about to be tied to the altar. His face was covered with tears and snot, but now he just stared blankly at the untied ropes on his children.

The mouths of several alien children could not be closed: "You... are you really a fairy?"

"I..." Mo Qi spoke heavily several times, but still couldn't tell a lie, he didn't even know what expression he should make at this time.He was silent for a while, then reached out and closed the mouths of the children: "Don't eat snow and wind, if you catch cold, you will have diarrhea."

children:"…………"

The gods also know that they will have diarrhea when they catch a cold!

What a god who has a special understanding of people's sentiments!

Several children knelt down to Mo Qi, and Mo Qi helped one to kneel down, anyway, he managed to finish the three rattles, and then said very seriously: "God, can you turn us into ordinary people?"

The youngest one pinched her fingers timidly and said, "I don't want to become a member, and I don't want to be the champion. I just want to be an ordinary person..."

Mo Qi: "..."

There seemed to be countless broken ice edges in his heart, ringing in the river of his heart: "Yes, definitely."

With difficulty, Gongsun Ce climbed up to the roof of the restaurant with the help of Gong Jiu's subordinates, and dared not move as he hung on the eaves.He poked his head cautiously, looked at Mo Qi who suddenly knelt down, let the children tug at him with a gentle face, and talked softly to them, and said with difficulty: "What is Daoist Mo doing?"

Just now, Gong Jiu, who was still happy because he had made trouble for the Taoist priest, changed his expression as soon as he said it, and threw the bunch of plum blossoms in his hand extremely unhappy: "What are you doing? Naturally, he is a good fairy for him."

Be fucking taken advantage of.

Gong Jiu refused to do it, she jumped off the roof, shook her sleeves and left.

He didn't need to look at what happened next, he could guess it.

Bao Qingtian and Bao Zheng, who are well-known among the people, are in charge of the overall situation, and Mo Qi, who is born with a fairy-like appearance, is the caretaker. I am afraid that this sacrifice will not be able to be performed.

boring.Gong Jiu broke the folding fan casually and threw it to the side of the road, thinking with some annoyance.

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Hexi camp.

General Mu, who was finally released, walked back to his barracks with a sullen face.

The flower general joyfully sent water for washing his face: "The general is back!"

The gloomy look on General Mu's face turned into a gentle smile almost immediately: "Yes."

"General, wash your face." General Hua handed over the wet handkerchief.

General Mu slowed down his voice: "Thank you."

Hua Jiang smiled and watched as General Mu washed his face and wiped his hands, then hummed a song and picked up the copper basin to go out of the tent to pour water.

The moment he stepped out of the tent, General Mu's gentle expression was swept away.

The soldiers who came under the command of Vice General He, who took over as Vice General Shi, lifted the curtain: "General Mu, Vice General He said—"

With a gloomy face, General Mu suddenly strode close to the soldier, grabbed his wrist, and threw him to the ground roughly.

Pulling off the collar, he bowed his head and was about to kiss.

The little soldier was in pain, and his light-colored eyes widened in shock: "General, you, you!"

"I can bear it, I have endured it until now, it's a fart!" General Mu's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "I can't bear it anymore!"

The curtain of the tent was pulled open again, and a person walked in slowly.

General Mu's movements froze instantly.

The little soldier under him could clearly see the blue veins on General Mu's face and the big drops of sweat rising from fear.

"You go out." The visitor said slowly.

The little soldier quickly pushed General Mu away, and rushed out without looking back.

"Liar." The visitor stood by the curtain, looked at General Mu who was not daring to move, and said softly as if to reproach him.

General Mu's body, which was frozen in place, began to convulse uncontrollably, maybe it was because of extreme fear.

The man smiled slightly, his thin figure was reflected in General Mu's eyes, but he looked like the most terrifying and cruel ghost in the world, ready to devour him at any time.

"Fortunately, Xiaohua chased him to the magistrate's office as a guarantee for you..." The visitor narrowed his eyes, as if he was enjoying General Mu's fear.

General Mu's arms, which should have been strong and powerful, trembled violently. The loss of strength brought about by extreme fear made him unable to support his own body. The cold sweat all over his body quickly soaked through his clothes and hit the ground drop by drop.

General Mu's hands softened and he fell to the ground: "I...I didn't, I haven't made a move yet...you..."

He looked at the lightly falling curtain behind the man, his eyes were as frightened as he was looking at the seductive pen falling from the judge's hand.

"Don't kill me... Please..." General Mu almost choked up.

"Don't... I don't want to die, please!"

"I do not--"

Scarlet blood sprayed out, splashing all over the tent.

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Those mobs clamoring for sacrifices, as Gong Jiu thought, were quickly appeased and dismissed.

When Mo Qi came down from the high platform, the first thing he did was to go back home without looking back.Even so, that snow-white dress also attracted his attention.

The people all stretched their necks.

"Oh... the gods are really beautiful!"

"Didn't you listen to Mr. Bao? The gods actually noticed our suffering early in the morning, and the poor shelters that will be erected soon are bought by the gods with the method of turning stone into gold!"

"Ah, gods can touch stones into gold!"

"Look, the immortal has flown to the magistrate's office! It must be to help Xiang Bao solve the case!"

"Hey, since the gods say that you can't offer sacrifices, and don't listen to these unhealthy tendencies, let's not do such things in the future, and we can't offend Xianyan!"

Bao Zheng was quite satisfied with this. When he was gathering people and horses, he was still pondering whether he could do a good job on this matter, so that all the unhealthy tendencies in the whole Song Dynasty, such as sacrificing living people and killing strangers, would be swept away. do.

Go back and talk to Renzong about this matter!

Mo Qi still didn't know anything about Bao Zheng's thoughts, he was just anxious to go back and change into this white dress, so as not to touch the psychological shadow again.

However, when he returned to the house and wanted to rummage through his luggage to find a black dress to change into, he was shocked to find——

His clothes were changed!

None of the original Taoist robes were there, and they were replaced by several gorgeous robes of different colors. Turning over the clothes, the person who secretly changed his clothes still had the heart to pay attention to each piece. All robes had to be embroidered with yin and yang Pisces symbols.

Mo Qi clutched a smoky pink taoist robe, clenched his teeth, and his eyes turned black with anger.

Looking at the whole of Hexi, besides Gong Jiu, who else can do such a boring thing? !

It turned out that he just walked away just to do this!

He threw away the pink Taoist robe that was provoking his nerves, and was about to turn around to find Gong Jiu to have a good "talk", when the new robes piled up on the bed were knocked crooked by the pink Taoist robe thrown on top.The top few robes, which were particularly bright in color, slipped off, revealing the clothes covered underneath.

There are pure white ones, crow black ones, and blue gray ones, and they are basically the color of Taoist robes that Mo Qi would have worn.It's just that the style is inevitably much more luxurious, and there are many hidden patterns embroidered on the base fabric that are inadvertently undetectable.

Mo Qi hesitated and stopped.Turning around and going back, he pushed off the clothes on the top that he would never be able to put on.

Mo Qi looked at the bed full of clothes and stood still for a while.

Those elegantly colored fabrics are very similar to the Taoist robes he usually wears, presumably the person who chose them carefully noted down his preferences carefully, and then picked them out one by one by himself.

Mo Qi couldn't help but accept this love.

To live up to the good intentions of others is not what a gentleman does.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly stretched out his hand, took a simple and elegant bamboo-gray long-sleeved robe, and changed into it.

With every gesture, the dark patterns of bamboo leaves embroidered on the tail of the robe reflect light slightly.

Gong Jiu, who had been sitting on the dead tree opposite the ink unicorn house, resting her chin with a folding fan, looked at the Taoist priest who put on the clothes he gave him through the window and walked to the bronze mirror, with a sudden look of uncertainty on his face. Cloudy and sunny.

The two guys who were provoked by each other's actions silently calmed down because of each other, and even felt happy.

I don't know who is better to coax.

Mo Qi silently folded all the clothes, and firmly put the most colorful ones at the bottom of the closet.

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Regarding the handling of the mob, Bao Zheng really spent a lot of effort.Even though the crowd had dispersed, the punishment and warnings that should have been given were still necessary, otherwise the sacrifice this time would be suppressed, and there would have to be another one.

When everything was arranged properly, the sun in Hexi City had already set in the west again.

Zhan Zhao glanced at Tang Yuandao who was sitting on his shoulder, and looked around suspiciously: "Why hasn't Master Mei come back yet?"

"Master Mei went out?" Bao Zheng sat down on the chair tiredly, took a sip of the tea left in the morning that had been cold for a long time, "He went out after we left?"

Zhan Zhao nodded: "I see that he came out of the study in a hurry, maybe he found a clue?"

"He brought someone?" Mo Qi asked after stepping into the hall.

"No..." Zhan Zhao replied later, put Tang Yuandao down, looked up, and was stunned, "Uh... Daoist, you changed into new clothes."

Under the light of the candlelight, those hidden dark patterns of bamboo leaves reflected a low-key golden light, which added a bit of rosy beauty and moon charm to his natural immortal demeanor.

When the wide sleeves flutter with the wind, there is a clear breeze in the moonlight, elegant and elegant, as if it is about to become a fairy and become a fairy.

Tang Yuandao's eyes were dazzled for a moment, and he couldn't help having the illusion that even his master's handsome and elegant face seemed to be covered with a layer of immortality.

Yelu Ruyu, who felt that he had already joined the ranks of the crowd, smiled and said, "Ah, the Taoist priest's new shirt is not bad."

Gong Jiu spread out his folding fan at the side, gave Yelu Ruyu a half-disgusted and half-satisfied glance, and slapped the fan in his heart quite complacently under the inexplicable puzzled gazes of the crowd.

If he didn't say it, who in the room would know that Daoist Mo's new clothes were actually prepared by Gong Jiu from head to toe?

As if quietly stamping a secret and unknown mark on one's belongings, the pleasure of possessive desire being satisfied quietly climbed to the tip of Gong Jiu's heart.

Mo Qi: "..." He had to repeat his own question, so as to bring everyone's attention back, "When Master Mei left, did he bring someone with him?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head: "No."

"No one with you?" Bao Zheng, who was leaning slightly on the back of the chair, sat up straight and his expression became serious. "If you find a clue, why don't you bring someone with you! If something happens—"

Mo Qi suddenly heard a small sound coming from behind the high wall of the government office.

He immediately turned around and looked out of the hall, stretched his hand back, and made a silent movement.

Bao Zheng's voice stopped abruptly, he closed his mouth knowingly, tensed his body vigilantly and defensively.

Someone broke into the government office.

Yelu Ruyu took a sip of the new tea that the yamen servant had just poured, glanced casually out of the hall, then looked back, and sat on the chair as firmly as Mount Tai.

In the next second, a white figure suddenly appeared on the high wall of the government office.

Those who practiced martial arts and had sharp eyes and ears could not only see the slender and well-proportioned silhouette of the white figure, but also clearly see the bluish-black bloodshot spots on that man's handsome and dignified face.Those bloodshots were like old tree roots, and branches and branches covered the entire face of the man in white. Under the slanting sword eyebrows, there was a pair of eyes that were completely black, like pairs of black holes.

But even so, he was still handsome.

What he held in his arms seemed to be a person, and when he saw the people in the brightly lit hall looking at them like groundhogs, a trace of emotion appeared on his expressionless face.