final catastrophe

Chapter 157 110. A White-haired Person Gives a Black-haired Person
Torrential downpour.

Mo Xieluo crossed his legs on the futon in the tent, and the sound of pounding from the thick cloth spread into his heart, shaking his mind. This is not the mentality that a sword master should have, but he still couldn't believe it.

Brother Wu. Dead? !
In front of him is the same silent master, who is frowning.

"Brother, has he already rested?"

"Well, although he suffered a lot of injuries and his internal qi was disturbed, he is not serious. The disciples have already sent him food and fixed the tent for him. He is really sought after by young disciples."

Mo Xieluo thought of some pretty female Taoist priests among the four generations of disciples, looking at them, he wished he could go and warm the bed first
Really more popular than dead people.

"Brother, what did he say?"

Mo Xieluo said succinctly: "He said that the two of them were being chased by bandits at that time, and he saw Senior Brother Wu going to the direction of the singing from a distance, and then he could no longer find him. He also went to Senior Brother Wu I searched everywhere, but found nothing, and then led the robbers around in circles in the distance, and did not return to the right way to camp until night."

Meng Aiwan remained silent, and Mo Xieluo did not speak.

But both of them knew that Wu Yixie's life lamp had been extinguished, so he must be dead.

Suddenly there was a slight knock on the tarpaulin on the top of the tent.

Meng Aiwan pondered for a moment, then turned the curtain, and a small moth flew into his sleeve. This moth was extremely small, and seemed to be no different from ordinary moths except that its body was darker.

But if you look carefully and touch it, you can find that this moth is actually made of metal, and its internal structure is extremely delicate.

Meng Aiwan covered her hands, covered the moth puppet in her palm, then closed her eyes and said nothing.

Bees pass messages, moths pass.

These are all the handwriting of the big brother.

The tent was extremely quiet, except for a swaying candle, which stuck the two figures on the tent. The thick yellow water cloth was impacted by the rainstorm, sometimes denting, and sometimes recovering, which also caused the two shadows to continuously deform slightly. illusion.

It rained like a waterfall.

Meng Aiwan opened her eyes, and the sadness of an old man finally appeared in her eyes.

"Everything is exactly as my junior brother said. After that child Wu Yixie went after the sound, the appearance in the moth turned out to be extremely heterogeneous, mixed with strange and peculiar fragments, making it impossible to see clearly."

He spread his covered hands, revealing the moths that had turned into ashes, spilling from between his fingers to the ground.

"It's a pity that that child is too extreme, but he doesn't have the fortune protection of his junior brother, so when he encounters evil spirits, he actually takes advantage of them. It's true." Meng Aiwan expressed his opinion, and then waved his hand, "Thank you , you should also go down to rest earlier. This is the end of the matter.
Everything is focused on the overall situation, but in the future, we must restrain the disciples of our sect, and never go looking for that voice. "

Hearing this, Mo Xieluo fell into an ice cave, his mustache trembled, he hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't say much, but said quietly: "Master, your old man should also rest earlier."

"En." Meng Aiwan responded casually.

And Mo Xieluo turned around, pushed the curtain, and left in a panic.

Inside the tent, the white-haired Meng Aiwan was already in tears.

On the other side, Xia Ji was sleeping soundly.

As for Wu Sixia who killed his own family, he didn't feel any guilt in his heart.

After talking to him carefully, but still insisting on pursuing some secrets that he can't touch, who is to blame?

Leaving a face for you and leaving your body for the catastrophe to replenish your vitality, this is already a good treatment.

Who made you my nephew?
Although your strength is considered stronger among ants, the little trick of using shadows to resist damage is indeed extremely difficult for ordinary people in the world, but with this little trick, you try to detect people who are not the same as you at all. The existence of grades is really a bit ignorant.

The world is cruel.

People always need to pay the price for their ignorance. Sometimes it is just a few reprimands, but sometimes it is life.

How nice it is for everyone to be in the "studio", you have to go out of the shed to take a look.
Did you see me then?
What a pity.

Hey.
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The next day, the sky cleared up.

The rainstorm came and went quickly, and the temperature rose sharply, making the mountains foggy, but the scorching light quickly dissipated the haze.

Wudang ushered in a few more groups of orthodox sects, and they were waiting for the Divine Spear Hall and the Beggars' Gang.

However, according to some reports from the probing disciples, the expressions of the people on the mountain were full of weirdness.
The bandits who besieged the city inexplicably killed thousands of people last night.
And it disappeared without a sound, not even a corpse, and no one could be found.

The group of lords had different opinions, some thought it was God bless the righteous way, God bless Longzangzhou, and some thought it was the evil spirits, but those with a little bit of city in the latter hid their thoughts, knew it in their hearts, but didn't say it out loud.

There are few people in the righteous way. If you can rely on this to boost your morale at this time, it is unknown if you will work hard at that time and use the weak to defeat the strong.

This is a long time.

The act of Xia Ji unleashing catastrophe to devour the bandits at the foot of the mountain has invisibly boosted the morale of the righteous side.

On the first night, the reason why he went down the mountain was that he was happy on the one hand, but on the other hand, he didn't have the heart to help the "Qingcheng people" eat.

A strange situation formed at this time.

And with the gathering of the Righteous Path, the people in the Demon Sect also discovered something wrong on the barren hill in the distance. After several searches, the place where the Righteous People were stationed was immediately clear.

After a short confrontation and several handovers.

The bandits adopted a simple strategy: burn the mountain.

Summer is already scorching hot and dry, but the act of burning mountains, a bad one will form a huge fire, so that it is no longer limited to a few small hills, but the entire mountain range.

It was not until a heavy rain fell that it could be extinguished.

However, the righteous people are not stupid, after discovering that the latter has the behavior of carrying fire oil.

In the case of Meng Aiwan, Xia Ji and the righteous people hurriedly cleared away, and then went down the mountain in the opposite direction. Halfway through, they were ambushed by bandits again, causing heavy casualties.

It can be seen from this that there are quite a few strategists who are good at calculating among the bandits.

Isn't the act of setting fire to the mountain and transporting the kerosene a means of forcing the righteous army to leave in a hurry?
So in the ambush between the valleys, the bandits were very successful.

Occupy a good location, sit back and wait for the rabbit, and wait for work with ease.

Nearly [-] righteous people directly lost nearly half, but the bandits also suffered a lot of casualties.

But there are so many bandits, they are not afraid of this loss at all.

However, the morale of the righteous people, which was high at the beginning, has since dropped.
After all, everyone is a mess, who knows the tricks in these wars?

Morale dropped below freezing point for a while, but at least he found a hidden canyon to rest temporarily.
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, the heroes of the righteous way finally ushered in Zhang Xiren from the Gunslinger Hall, and the beggars from the Beggar Gang. relatively.

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