The forest in Zhongnan Mountain was in a mess, the disciples of Confucius were wailing everywhere, at least ten of the eighteen disciples of Confucius were splashed with blood on the ground, and the other three were trembling with fright, and among the remaining few people, only King Yan and Kong Dejing were still unharmed.
Mr.
Kong Da blushed, pinched a roll of bamboo slips in his hand and spread it out, as if he wanted to make a move in person.
Wuqiao held the long knife in one hand and said lightly: "The fierce tiger in Liaodong roared to kill the Central Plains, and the blue wolf in Guanzhong lay alone in Zhongnan, according to my wolf nature more than ten years ago, I can slaughter all the more than a dozen descendants of your Kong family, but ten years later, I have been concentrating on cultivation in Zhongnan, and the long knife in my hand has not drunk blood for many years." , Today, if I hadn't sent it back to Gujingguan, I wouldn't have stabbed again, the knife has been broken for many years, I don't care how many people I really slaughtered, Mr.
Kong, if you feel unfair, then take action, just see if I can let you Confucius Mansion These eighteen disciples have more than half of their bones buried in Zhongnan Mountain."
"You ······" Mr.
Kong's face was pale, his hand pinched a roll of bamboo slips that had been unfolded, and he was speechless for a long time, but he never mentioned the idea of starting, he came to intercept Xiang Xuan, but the person had already run away, if he delayed here at Wuqiao, it would be completely wasted.
The most important thing is that Mr.
Kong Da is not sure if he can fight with him, if he really lets Wuqiao kill half of the eighteen disciples of Confucius Mansion, today's loss is not something that can be made up for by dying a deficiency, and the young people of this generation are the foundation of Confucius Mansion , the death of a few is really worth the loss.
Wuqiao put away the long knife and said indifferently: "I'm cultivating in Zhongnan, if you want to revenge today's sword, you can come here to find me, now that my purpose of sending Xiang Xiang has been achieved, see you later."
Wuqiao put away the knife and turned into the forest, until the figure disappeared, Mr.
Kong Da did not give the order to stop him, and after a long time, he said: "Leave one person to take care of the injured disciple, and the rest follow me into the mountain to go to the ancient well."
The sky is getting dark, the moon is hanging high, and it is dark in the forest of Zhongnan Mountain.
There is a candle in the main hall of Gujingguan, and he sits on the futon and looks down the mountain, there is no light in Gujing Village, and there is a sense of gloom that stretches a village and a view.
A figure came down the mountain, carrying a box in his hand, and walked to the temple to Xiang Que's side, and the box in the figure's hand was placed on the ground.
"I'm in trouble, Master Bridge," Xiang Que whispered.
Wuqiao slowly opened the box, took out a few things that looked very rough and put them on the ground, and then took out two bottles of inferior old wine and handed them to Xiang Que, and said: "Recently, Gujingguan has been very deserted, and you left after Changqing left, and it didn't take long for Yu Qiuyang to disappear again, and the four people of Gujingguan were gone, and the old man was left alone under the old elm tree, what I didn't expect was that the last time you came back for a few days, you and Lao Dao were all gone, and since then Gujingguan has been empty, You don't have a place to spend my time here······ Didn't think about it When you come back again, it looks like it's a little uneven" Xiang Que took the wine in his hand, raised his head directly and took a sip, the pungent smell of alcohol entered his stomach and suddenly a spicy feeling made Xiang Que smart, he pursed his lips and sighed: "Come back again, how do I feel a little bit wrong, Master Qiao, this ancient well view is."
What's wrong?
” Wuqiao touched the bottle with him, and after taking a sip very happily, he wiped his mouth roughly, took a sweet potato baked with chopsticks and said: "You Gujingguan people have always been weird, you ask me what's wrong, where do I know where to go?"
Xiang Que didn't speak, didn't move a mouthful of food, smoking and drinking.
Wuqiao didn't care about him, ate alone, and didn't talk to him.
It didn't take long for the two bottles of old wine to go down their stomachs, and Wuqiao suddenly "poofed" and lay on the ground, staring at his eyes and shouting: "Heaven and earth don't care, wine management, rise or die, drink······ How much does it cost to dry a small wine······" Looking at the noon bridge that was about to sleep like a dead dog talking on the ground, Xiang Que whispered, "Thank you, Master Bridge" Wuqiao, who has practiced in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain for more than ten years and does not ask about the affairs of the world, not only broke the precept and pulled out the knife today, but also came out of the world again and entered the world.
Relying on each other for more than ten years, it is not every day to meet and say hello, nothing to sit together and chat can reflect the sophistication of human feelings, it depends on whether the adversity can see the true feelings!
It's late at night, and people are getting drunk.
Xiang Que and Wuqiao were lying in the open space in front of the main hall, and they didn't know if they had fallen asleep.
A wisp of wind suddenly blew, and a figure appeared out of thin air on the beam at the top of the main hall, the robe on his body moved lightly with the wind, and a strand of long hair fluttered behind his head, Zhang Qingfang looked at the two people in the open space below with a slight frown behind his back, and then turned his head.
On the dilapidated wall of the ancient well temple, Chen Mingyin stood on it, guarding one side, and then the two of them looked at the door of the collapsed Taoist temple at the same time, and an old man who was staggering and stumbling walked over slowly, and his hunched body seemed to be very difficult to walk, but a few times In the blink of an eye, the man was already standing in the open space in front of the main hall.
Zuo Dao said to himself in a low voice: "The land of Guanzhong is really a good place, Xi'an talks about the dragon vein, and it is said that the northern suburbs after the north gate goes out are the dragon's head, and the bell tower is built on the dragon's waist, I don't know if it is a real dragon, but even if it must be a small dragon, the real dragon in Guanzhong was originally in Qinling, but the dragon's head was suppressed by a broken Taoist temple, what did the national teachers of the thirteen dynasties in the ancient capital do in the early years, why did no one find out that such a dragon head was occupied by the Taoist temple, In this way, the ancient well view has occupied the magpie's nest here for about 2,000 years?
Here's what the figure is Heart, if any emperor built an ancient tomb here, the history of the last two thousand years in China would not be like this, what kind of mind are you thinking about Gujing Guanzu?"
Zuo Dao walked to the front of the main hall with a mumble to himself, Wu Qiao and Xiang Que had already opened their eyes, but the two of them did not dare to make a trace of rash movement, and the tremors from the depths of their souls made them tremble in their bones.
This old man who suddenly appeared was terrifying, although he didn't look at the two of them, and he didn't say a word to them, but Xiang Que and Wuqiao were like being put on the head by a gun at the same time, maybe just in the blink of an eye, a bullet could penetrate it.
"You two boys, it's not worth me to move my fingers, I'll wait for Zhu Chun to come, as for whether others want to touch you, then it's whatever" Zuo Dao suddenly sat cross-legged on the steps in front of the main hall.