The Evil God Emperor is In the City: Chapter 156 ready to close
After sleeping until almost noon, Ge Mu's head pain was relieved a lot.
When I got up to wash up, I vaguely heard the tune of a suona playing "Crying Five Watches". This is a suona song used for funerals. It must be the Sanqingmen who was mourning the two pavilion masters who died in battle.
Disciple Juwai was in a cold silence, and no one was there.
Although Ge Mu was not a member of the Sanqingmen, he was also concealed by the Sanqingmen. This kind of thing naturally had to be done with etiquette, so he brought Zhao Yiqing in plain clothes as a simple condolence.
In the next few days, Sanqingmen was dealing with post-war matters, and it took ten or so days to settle down.
During this period, the story of Feng Tianhe taking people out of southern Gansu to Bashu and killing Wenji for thousands of miles spread throughout the world of cultivators. With a single blow, a thousand layers of waves were created, and various sects and families talked a lot, but there were many accusations of yin and yang.
After the war 50 years ago, the evil cultivator has lurked his minions, and it has not been violent for decades. You Feng Tianhe alone want to provoke a war between good and evil?
The old man Zhang Xugu had only been in office for a few days, and the Sanqingmen began to jump and start a war without authorization. This is too disrespectful to the masters of the cultivators in the southern country. Shouldn’t such a big thing be left to the big brothers of various sects? Decide after negotiation?
Such things are not enumerable, and they are all over the pages of the special website for monks for a while.
What's more, Feng Tianhe acted so hastily, it's not like the style of a master at all, and persuaded the pavilion masters of Sanqingmen, and Mr. Pang Shiduo to make Xuanxian replace Feng Tianhe, and don't let him ruin the forty-three generations of the three. Fragrant fire.
It can be seen that "trolls" are flooded in all walks of life, and those who practice Taoism are no exception, and there is a lot of meaning that they can stabilize the Taoist world in the southern country with a single click of the keyboard.
Feng Tianhe was quite at ease.
Turn a deaf ear to what's going on outside the window.
Make arrangements for the sect, and still go to the center of the lake for fishing every day.
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It's a good day, Ge Mu took a lotus with stems to the heart of the lake and heard Feng Tianhe, and laughed at him as soon as he got behind him.
"Brother Feng, you are on fire this time. The first page of the cultivator's exclusive website is all about you, and there must be more than 5,000 threads."
Feng Tianhe was blind in his left eye, and he was still a little uncomfortable just wearing the blindfold, so he pushed the blindfold up.
"Zhengyi Famen is the leader of the cultivating world in the southern country. According to the usual practice, the sects of the southern country have been sent to Longhu Mountain to inform the evil cultivators of the use of martial arts. I didn't go, and the disciples of Zhengyi Famen or others will naturally blame a few words. , it's all a matter of face."
Then he said: "Your brother won't come to me like this."
"Of course not, I want to borrow something."
"what?"
Ge Mu squatted down and said, "Sanqingmen is not an abandoned demon prison, I want to borrow a period of time to retreat and practice."
Feng Tianhe laughed loudly: "Sanqingmen's foundation is not false, but it doesn't even have a cave and a quiet room for closed-door cultivation. How can you go to the trapped demon cage to feel wronged? This position is relatively special, and the spiritual power is particularly thin. , and it is not suitable for closed-door practice."
"It's okay, you can borrow it if you want."
"That's it."
After the talk, Ge Mu returned to the disciple's residence, walked to Zhu Xixue's courtyard and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
Zhu Xixue's voice was a little frivolous. When Ge Mu came in, she was still half-lying on the bed, with no trace of blood on her face, but she was beautiful, and when she was injured, there was a morbid beauty that I felt pity for.
Ge Mu looked around, the room was clean and tidy, only two pots of light daffodils were placed on the windowsill as decoration, but Yu Zhu Xixue's temperament matched.
"Sun Gouzi specifically instructed Sanqingmen to take good care of you. Why is it so deserted here, and there is no one to take care of you?"
In fact, Feng Tianhe instructed a few female disciples to take turns taking care of Zhu Xixue, and Lou Xingnan, who was desperately ill with unrequited love for Zhu Xixue, came over every day to ask for warmth, but Zhu Xixue naturally liked quietness, so he didn't let them watch it every day.
"Morning has already come," she said.
"Are you better?"
"You came to see me on purpose..."
Ge Mu grinned: "To tell the truth, it's not intentional, it's incidental. The main reason is to let you open the silver wire treasure bag and take out the spirit liquid in the nine porcelain urn. I have to go to retreat and practice."
Zhu Xixue sneered: "I just said you were not so kind."
"Ha ha."
"However, I found that I saw you a little bit wrongly. Originally, I thought you didn't pay much attention to cultivation, but now it seems that you work harder than anyone in your peers, and you are only focused on how to improve your strength. "
Speaking of which, Zhu Xixue frowned, and looked at Ge Mu suspiciously, "Your aptitude and cultivation base is unmatched by your peers, and you are also blessed with true dragon and dragon essence, so why are you competing with yourself like this? Son?"
"It's impossible not to compete, after all, the people of the Huanchen Sect really want my life."
"that is it…"
Zhu Xixue looked back, and with a flick of her slender palm, the spirit liquid in the nine porcelain urn was neatly placed in front of the bed, and the silver silk treasure bag had turned into a light silk scarf and fell on her hand.
"Take it."
"Thank you!"
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After taking the spiritual liquid, Ge Mu went to the "Demon Prisoner Cage" to clean up the place. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
The prison demon cage is located in a dry well, and there is a bucket room arched by blue bricks, which is about 123 square meters. The prison demon cage has imprisoned a nine-tailed fox spirit since it was built. I don't know how many years ago. Now, it's been abandoned for nearly a thousand years, and it's a mess inside. It's a laborious job to clean up.
Ge Mu called the silly big Lou Xingnan over to help.
I cleaned up the broken bricks, rotten wood, dead mice, etc. under the dry well. Lou Xingnan tied down the barrel and pulled them out. In addition, the blue bricks that fell off were rebuilt.
While the two were working, they were gossiping all over the place.
By the evening of the second day, it was finally done.
Ge Mu jumped out of the well, shook off the dust on his body, sat on the ground with Lou Xingnan, and said with a smile, "Finally, it's done... Hey, I have to say that you are quite capable, the old craftsman of plasterers like glutinous rice paste for walls."
"What's this, isn't it just repairing a wall? I'm not bragging to you, Brother Mu, I can build the old houses in the Sanqingmen, even if I don't practice Taoism in the future, I won't be hungry by the craftsmanship of building houses. ."
"Huh, is it true or false?"
"Really, the five generations of my ancestors are all masons, and the elders in the family have helped the sect repair the house, otherwise how can I enter the Sanqingmen."
Lou Xingnan chuckled, "By the way, how long will you be in retreat, Brother Mu? I also want to ask you to guide you in your practice. Once you retreat, I won't be able to find you again."
Ge Mu patted Lou Xingnan on the shoulder: "You can find Zhu Xixue! Looking for her, you can not only take care of her, but also listen to her about her experience in cultivating the Dao, so that you won't delay in cultivating and flirting with girls. How good is this? You have a thousand chances. Don't miss it."
"People don't like me."
"Whether it's successful or not, you have to try, go boldly, Sa_nian!"
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