At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, deep in the mountain pass, there is a small village that is destined not to appear on the map of China, the village is very small, and there are not many villagers, only 81 households, and the whole village has maintained these households for thousands of years, and there is no less than one household.
According to the vague parchment genealogy in the village, the history of the village's existence can be traced back to hundreds of years ago, and the ancestors of the village were already rooted in the deep mountain col at that time during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, and no one knows why the ancestors moved here 。
The village is called Gujing Village, there is a small hill in Gujing Village, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple called Gujing Temple on the mountain, the village name of Gujing Village is derived from this, when the ancestors of the village settled here, there is already that Taoist temple on the mountain, and since then the villagers have unified the surname of Gujing.
The old houses of the eighty-one villagers of Gujing Village are all built around the hill, and the distribution is scattered, which happens to form a gossip rank, and each family's house is a hexagram position, but this bizarre scene has never been discovered throughout the ages.
In a vacant lot in Gujing Village, the old village chief squatted on the ground with a cigarette pouch, smoked a cigarette, and then shouted in a very vulgar voice: "Old and young masters, come here, listen to your forehead."
When the villagers walked out of their homes, some of the elderly staggered over, walking with their children in their arms, and some of them were still carrying rice bowls, and the 81 families of Gujing Village villagers all arrived in the open space one after another.
After the old village chief took a few puffs of the cigarette pouch pot, he coughed twice and said, "Have a meeting, and simply listen to the forehead and say a few words······ The old village chief knocked on the cigarette pouch pot, his eyes swept around the villagers' bodies, and then he craned his neck and shouted: "The whole village, follow your forehead into the mountain for three days!"
The old village chief's voice fell, the whole village was stunned, there was a whisper below but then it quickly returned to calm, and then the villagers of Gujing Village began to bring water and food from their homes in a very orderly manner, supporting the old man and holding the child to the hill, the hill below the Gujing Temple faces south There is a cave that seems to be formed naturally, which is dry, cool and spacious, enough to accommodate hundreds of people, and is very clean and tidy, a bit similar to an air-raid shelter like a shelter, There are more than 100 people in Gujing Village All the people were transferred to the cave on the top of the hill.
In a matter of moments, Gujing Village became an empty village, with only domestic animals roaming the village, and there was no one left.
In front of Xiang Que, a total of eighteen Confucian disciples quickly surrounded him on both sides, each holding a bamboo slip in his hand, on which were engraved with obscure ancient texts, which vaguely revealed a strong aura of holy path.
"Your Confucius Mansion really paid a lot of money to besiege me, what they are holding in their hands must be the hand carvings of your ancestors, and there are a total of eighteen pieces, even if you are a member of the Kong family, there are not many Confucian relics, and I am afraid that the foundation will be taken out so much at once Come out a lot, Mr.
Kong, aren't you afraid that these people will fold in your hands and damage the things of your ancestors?
How can you be so sure that you will leave me behind," Xiang Que put his calm hand in his pocket and said with a smile.
"I personally led the team and gathered the eighteen most exquisite disciples of the Kong family, and I can't stop you junior?
Xiang Que, how naïve you have to be, don't think that your lair in Zhongnan Mountain seems to be very confident, if we don't make all the preparations, how will we go deep into the tiger's den, even if it is your master, uncle and Qi Changqing all come here, someone can stop them, my Confucian family will concentrate on dealing with you, Xiang Que This is also a great luck for you, for thousands of years, our Confucius Mansion has never treated anyone so really like this, you can do it yourself Let us do our best even if we die, we can laugh at Jiuquan" Mr.
Kong smiled very happily and said: "You can't escape with your wings" Later, Kong Dejing's face became very ugly, and the hand behind his back couldn't help but tremble, this is the Confucianism and Taoism array created by the Confucian sage back then, it is said that when Confucius promoted Confucianism and Taoism to the world, although it was deeply recognized by the imperial family, it was disliked by many traffickers and pawns , and even many big people do not advocate his Confucian theory, there have been people who have tried to intercept Confucius either secretly or with great fanfare, but all of them have been blocked by Confucius and the seventy-two sages under him, among which this Confucianism and Taoism great array is indispensable.
Mr.
Kong Da thinks to himself, not to mention that Xiang Que is trapped in this Confucian and Taoist array, even if he is replaced by Zhu Chungang or Yu Qiuyang, he also has the power of being trapped, if it is in the Confucian Mansion in Qufu and directly uses the power of the Confucian family's old mansion to cast this Confucian and Taoist array, no one in the world can break out, and now he is dealing with Xiang The lack of this demonic young man is really a bit of a fuss, but because of the previous failures of Zhang Qingfang and Zhao Fangzhuo, he feels that it is better to be careful.
"Since you know that this is Zhongnan Mountain, don't you see why I have such confidence?"
Xiang Que smiled meaningfully, and Mr.
Kong Da frowned and chuckled slightly in his heart.
Suddenly, Xiang Que suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the whistling sound was melodious, penetrating a mountain forest in an instant.
Mr.
Kong's face changed suddenly, and he waved his hand and said, "Do it."
"Hum" Eighteen Confucian disciples raised their hands at the same time, and gradually waved their right hands, and there was a sudden tremor in the air, and then someone shouted: "Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound······ Autumn Soldiers on the Battlefield" "Order!"
Eighteen bamboo slips were held in both hands, facing the gap.
"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt, but the king ······ the world, and he sends troops to the world," Mr.
Kong Da said coldly.
"Kill the enemy!"
Mr.
Kong Da then waved his hand and said: "Thousands of miles away, take his head" "Yes!"
Eighteen bamboo slips were thrown out by hand at the same time, and the sound of breaking the air bursted, like a big wave, and it suddenly slapped towards Xiang Que.
"Huh" pulled out the long sword from Xiang Que's backhand, and suddenly swung his arm and slashed at the bamboo slip closest to him, but found that after the sword went down, the bamboo slip seemed to be as solid as a rock, and the tiger's mouth on his hand was sore and unbearable, and after a crisp sound of "bell", the bamboo slip was firmly on the back of his sword.
"Bang" Xiang Que didn't have time to deal with it, and threw out the long sword again, and the second bamboo slip was also pasted up, and directly let the sword in Xiang Que's hand be pressed down by the force that seemed to be heavier than 10,000 catties, and the long sword couldn't be lifted with difficulty.
"Buzz" "Buzz" "Buzz ······" Several sounds of breaking the sky came one after another, and several bamboo slips slapped towards Xiang Que from all directions.