Chapter 267: Counterattack

A big event is sometimes like a splendid firework. When it blooms, the sky is shining, and everyone looks up, bustling, and everyone is watching, as if it was the most important thing in the world. But the fireworks are gone, and the sky is still the same. People are scattered and returning home, leaving only the rumors of the streets and lanes, witnessing the once gorgeousness.
The Battle of Luzhou is almost like this.
Most of the demented people recovered, and the dead were buried on the spot. The plague gradually dissipated, and the sky cleared. The people who had left their homes resumed production, and Tian Xia Lun Wu in Wugui Temple reopened. Only the countless mass graves, the losers locked in the dungeons, and the egret gates in ruins are the witnesses that a major event has happened, and a card game with all beings as a bargaining chip is diffused in the smoke.
Wujiao Temple was very busy, organizing martial arts, expelling drugs and curing diseases, burying the dead, resettling the people, and rebuilding people’s livelihood. Among them, Xue Mu also brought six doors with the local government to do a lot of effort, and Xiao Qingwu even more. Helping out every day in the once-infected area, it can be said that Xue Mu has not seen this girl three times since the end of the incident.
The most important thing is that no matter how busy Wujiao Temple is, it has not forgotten the Guangpai monks. The world has announced that the conspiracy of Xinyizong in Luzhou has been counted. The evidence is very strong, and there are other authentic sects. When it came out, the world was in an uproar.
It’s just a bad reputation. What makes Xinyizong people vomit blood the most is the news that the Xinyizong lost its soldiers and defeated generals. I don’t know which killer has compiled a few words of limericks to spread the word:
"Kou Zhi's operation is as fierce as a tiger, and his junior platoons are sent into the soil. The serial sword formation scares people to death, and the original strength is less than five."
"The master of mind is really sharp, heading up and striding for thousands of miles. Who knows that one fart in the face, one death is seven."
The Xinyi Sect was trembling in popularity, but the whole world was too happy. After being tossed by this limerick, Xinyizong was not only notorious, but became a laughingstock. After a few days, even a three-year-old child would read two sentences, just like enlightenment books.
Not only was it a laughingstock, but it also exposed the fact of losing soldiers and defeating generals, drawing countless eyes of Biyouyou to Yizhou.
Experts in Taoism are not Chinese cabbage. In most sects, they are leaders. Even the top sects like Xinyi Sect are absolute high-level backbones. There are only about ten on the book, plus the hidden elders without showing their heads. The total is definitely not more than twenty, maybe not more than fifteen. Seven died in this death, and the book strength dropped sharply. Many formations and other potential strengths were greatly damaged. Many formations lacked the core, and the effect of replacing low-level masters was too far. And the person in charge of each hall is also weaker by one level. The depth of the impact on a large sect cannot be shown in the book. I am afraid it will take several years to relieve this tone.
Can someone slow you down for a few years?
Zhen Shiding, not a strong sect, cannot be inhabited, how many people are thinking about it.
Of course, the limericks were written by Xue Mu. It's not that he has never thought about his own private plot, but there are too many people who know about this matter, and it is useless to hide it. It is better to give a boost and sit and watch the clouds. He even used the Stars Array for these few limericks, and the people of Pan Kou had not yet returned, and the limericks had been spread to him in Yizhou.
A few days later, outside the gate of Xinyizong Mountain, a stream of light shot from the sky.
Seeing his own mountain gate in the distance, Pan Kouzhi's anxiety eased slightly. No matter how erratic outside, as long as the chassis is still there, there is a chance to pull it back. And his own mountain gate array also made him feel a lot more at ease, otherwise he would always feel that Xue Qingqiu was behind him.
When he was closest to the mountain gate array, at the moment when his speed slowed down and his heart was the least vigilant, a dagger silently sank into Pan Kouzhi's vest.
"Bang!" After all, Pan Kouzhi was a strong man with a hole in the hole. After all, he rose up and blasted the sneak attackers far away. He shook the dagger inserted in the vest and stumbled into the gate: "Shadowwing, you The maggots in the gutter, I remember!"
Shadow Wing's Jiejie laughter came from the shadows in the distance: "First take care of whether you can survive the internal contingency with this injury. Don't die in the hands of your own sect. The mountains are high and the rivers are long. See you again if you are destined."
Pan Kouzhi stumbled and flew into the Mind Hall on the top of the mountain. A group of elders seemed to be in a meeting facing him. When he saw him, all were silent, and everyone looked very strange.
Pan Kouzhi immediately thought of Shadow Wing's provocation, and his heart jumped, and he said coldly: "The outcome is impermanent, what is your expression? When this seat is injured, it is not a hole?"
The elders remained silent, and passed a piece of paper for a long while.
Pan Kouzhi took a strange look. There were two limericks above.
Looking at it, his hands enough to open the mountains and fill the sea began to tremble slightly, and suddenly he screamed "Ah", spouted a mouthful of blood on his back, and fell straight to the sky.
A generation of strong men who were able to hold up after receiving various serious injuries, almost died of anger in front of a few words, lying on the ground like a gossamer.
The elders felt the same way. It's nothing more than humiliation, it's not ordinary humiliation, but rooting. This kind of simple, interesting and catchy thing is the easiest to spread, don’t you see that children are thinking and playing now? Maybe a hundred years later, these two messy things can still be passed on to the world. Even if the Mind Yizong is still there, it is difficult to say what development can be...Who wants to enter a day and be laughed at? A Pozongmen...
The pen can kill people, not inferior to the sword, and they have realized this for the first time.
They finally understood Xue Mu's difficulties. I don’t know how many people are regretting for a while, and they knew it when they set the time. No one took the planting of Xue Mu seriously. Looking back at this time, if planted to another family, it might not cause Xue Mu to break the situation, let alone such a disgusting one. Counterattack...
It’s useless to regret at this time. A white-bearded elder sighed:
In any case, I can’t be in trouble for the time being. Give Kou Zhi heal first, and discuss other things later.

The elder who was speaking was quite knowledgeable, but looking at the faces of most people, it was obvious that more people wanted to seize power by taking advantage of the chaos.
What is the internal and external troubles, the chassis is still there, and Zhen Shiding is still alive, it will not be worse than the Xingyue Sect of the year. Back then, Xue Qingqiu, a little girl could survive and lead Xingyue to rise, and these big men also felt that they could not be the master of ZTE?
The internal strife of Xinyizong is almost inevitable.
It is not only Xinyizong that is tragic.
Almost about the time, Xie Changsheng plunged into the Liudan River, planning to hide in the secret realm to heal his injuries.
Outside the secret realm, the illusion formation remained the same, everything was as usual, Xie Changsheng sighed, resisting the splitting headache, and stepped onto the entrance magic formation.
At this moment, the change suddenly started, and the simple magic circle that was directly entered into the secret realm after stepping in, suddenly revolved violently, and thousands of souls wailed through their ears. Xie Changsheng's seven orifices bleed and fell into the river with breathlessness. Died.
Xie Changsheng thought he had escaped from the horror of Kuiye, but he didn't know until he died. After all, he still died in the magic circle that Kuiye had done.