Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

When Song Yanqing received the order and rushed to the main hall.In the main hall, except for those small fish who are not qualified to drink old wine, only Mo Nanchen and an elder are left.

Mo Nanchen leaned on his seat, still with a strategizing smile on his face.He raised his eyes to look at Song Yanqing and said, "Why, the right protector also got Shixiang cartilage powder?"

Song Yanqing recalled Feng Tianjiao who was paralyzed on the bed, nodded affirmatively, and Mo Nanchen continued with a chuckle, "Did Protector Song drink that jar of wine?"

After hearing Mo Nanchen's question, Song Yanqing was a little surprised why he asked such a question.It was Mo Nanchen who stopped him before, saying don't drink too much, implying that there might be something wrong with Song Yanqing's wine.

Song Yanqing asked the system suspiciously: "Could it be that I was thinking too much, he just said it casually before, and didn't imply me at all?" '

[Hello, Mr. Song, the leader's dependence on you is now 50/100. Evaluation: The leader appreciates your wit. ] The system paused and explained: [Mr. Song, you misunderstood, the leader just wanted to see how you wanted to explain, but couldn't explain it. ]

Listening to the familiar reliance and comments, Song Yanqing sighed and said: "What should I do, I also appreciate his humor a little bit." '

As soon as he looked up, he saw Mo Nanchen resting his chin, waiting for his reply with great interest.The long and narrow eyes are half-closed like a fox, and there is a smile between the brows and eyes.

Song Yanqing didn't care about his stuttering, but he didn't want to spend a minute explaining things that others could say clearly in a few words.

He pursed his lips tightly, and under Mo Nanchen's gaze, he said forcefully, "Invincible, the power of alcohol."

The smile on the corner of Mo Nanchen's mouth grew wider: "It's not like you can't drink at all."

Song Yanqing could see it, Mo Nanchen probably guessed that he was not good at speaking, and he was teasing him right now.Before Song Yanqing had time to say anything, the only remaining elder said, "Master, the four major sects have already entered the mountain. Should we discuss how to deal with them now?"

As soon as they finished speaking, Mo Nanchen straightened up slightly and said to Song Yanqing: "The elders are so concerned about this matter, how about asking Protector Song to go out and negotiate with them."

Song Yanqing knew that Mo Nanchen's stomach was full of bad water, and he looked at Mo Nanchen suspiciously, and said to the system: '203, what is the value of Mo Nanchen's dependence on me now. '

[Mr. Song can just call me the system, now the leader’s dependence on you is 80/100, evaluation: The leader appreciates your cold humor, listening to you is his favorite entertainment item at present,]

'I was a joke to him. ’ Song Yanqing asked incredulously: ‘Can he even reach 80 for a joke? '

[If Mr. Song continues to maintain it, his dependence on you may reach one hundred in an instant. ]

Being treated as a joke didn't give Song Yanqing a sense of accomplishment, and soon this statistic would drop to zero, and then she would remain motionless as if broken.

Mo Nanchen lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yanqing who was standing below. His left protector had a more vivid expression recently. Although it was still a piece of wood, at least he could see some emotions on this piece of wood now.

Just like now, although Song Yanqing still has a straight face, her eyes seem to see through the world with cold eyes.Mo Nanchen could still see that he was full of confusion now, and even looked at him with some puzzlement and bewilderment in his eyes.

Mo Nanchen looked at Song Yanqing and asked with interest: "What worries does Protector Song have?"

Song Yanqing had a lot of concerns, but he couldn't condense them all into a few words.

He looked at the elders not far away, thought about the pile of miscellaneous fish behind him, and finally, out of shame, swallowed the phrase 'I can't beat them' into his stomach.

He took a deep breath, saluted and turned to leave the hall.

Mo Nanchen waved the others to leave too, and soon he and an elder were left in the entire hall.

The elder stroked his beard and said in an old-fashioned way: "Is the leader dissatisfied with Zuo Dharma?"

Mo Nanchen put away his smile and said, "Not at all."

The elder snorted and said angrily: "The four sects are besieging, and the leader only sent him, Song Yanqing. Could it be that he didn't want him to come back at all?"

Mo Nanchen ignored his words, he took out a cloth bag from his arms, stretched out his hand and squeezed out a centipede, shaking it, he said to the elder: "The people in Miaojiang brought a lot of good things recently, but I just like these things." Centipede."

The elder said in a deep voice: "Master, this is the time when our sect lives and dies."

"These centipedes are rare in Miaojiang, and there are only two of them in this seat, and they are much more poisonous than the one in Feng Tianjiao's hand." Mo Nanchen said to himself: "Elder, guess, if a person is killed What happens when it takes a bite."

As he spoke, he swung his hand violently, and the centipede landed straight on the elder's face.

The elder screamed, and quickly reached out to grab it, but the centipede got into his mouth in an instant.He tried to pick out the centipede, and then beat his stomach hard, mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth.

"You! What are you... what do you mean by this!" the elder said with difficulty, his voice full of resentment.

Mo Nanchen poured himself a glass of wine in a leisurely manner, and said casually: "The scapegoat you took out can hide Feng Tianjiao and Song Yanqing, but you can't hide it from me. Elder Xu, you are so happy in Xuanming Sect. After many years, you should be content. If you are honest, I don’t mind letting you spend your old age here, but why can’t you let go of your Promise Sect.”

The elder's eyes widened, and he looked at Mo Nanchen resentfully, and he scolded at the top of his voice, "So... so you already knew! Well, you demon, I want you to die, I want you Down……"

Mo Nanchen sat back on the chair, sneered and watched the elder struggle and fall to the ground until he was silent.

The centipede came out of his mouth again, Mo Nanchen crushed the wine glass on the table, raised his hand and threw out the fragments, nailing the centipede to the ground.

He ignored the centipede, stepped over the elder's body, and walked out of the hall.

Although Song Yanqing accepted this job for the sake of his non-existent face, it doesn't mean he really has the guts to go out and beat up a group of people alone.

He sprinted up a tree and looked out for a cursory glance.There were not many people, probably only a few hundred, but hacking him to death should be enough.

He knocked out the system and asked: "How is the martial arts of Zuo Fa, and how likely is it that I go out to provoke them and get hacked to death?"

[Guardian Zuo ranks fifth in the weapons list, and the possibility of Mr. Song being hacked to death with random knives is zero.If Mr. Song needs it, the system can help you block the pain. ]

After Song Yanqing heard this, he jumped down from the tree. He straightened his clothes, tied up his hair again, raised his sword and raised the frame of the left guardian, and asked in his mind: "How do I look?" '

[very good. ]

'You speak so bluntly. '

[Thank you, Mr. Song is the same. ]

………………

Xuanming Sect is located in Yuehua Mountain, and Yong'an County at the foot of the mountain is a small place.Now this little-known little place is almost full of quacks.Most of the veterans in the various sects know how to restrain themselves, so as not to disturb the lives of the people and embarrass the sect, but the juniors who follow the masters and elders to gain knowledge don't care about it.

They carried swords and knives, wore white robes and blue firs, and flew over the heads of the people in Yong'an County. They may not be very good at martial arts, but they just want to compete with others.

They had been gathering in the small county town below the mountain for a while, until Shaolin monks had nothing to do and began to do things for the people in the county town, they were notified that the four sects will attack Yuehua Mountain today and besiege Xuanming Sect.

Yuehua Mountain was unusually quiet, and the congregants who used to patrol the mountain road did not know where they had gone at this time.Monk Miaozhen from Shaolin saw that something was wrong, so he called the head of the Wuji Sect who organized to eliminate demons, and advised him to go down the mountain and make a long-term plan.The head of the Promise Sect didn't answer, but laughed loudly and began to urge everyone to quicken their pace.

"Master Luomen, while there is still time to turn back, let's break up this alliance." Monk Miaozhen said while turning the rosary: ​​"Firstly, although the Xuanming Sect is a demon sect, since the new leader took office, he has kept a low profile and seldom Entering the Central Plains, we have never had any enmity with anyone, this crusade is..., and if the extermination of demons is successful, it will be a good thing, but if it fails, has Master Luomen thought about how the Xuanming Church will deal with us at that time? .”

"If he has the ability, he will come and destroy my Wuji Sect." The head of the Wuji Sect waved his big hand and said: "If the evil way is not eliminated, how about the people, how about the world, and how about Luo's conscience! Master don't persuade me anymore, today I am Wuji!" The door is about to kill Yuehua Mountain and take Mo Nanchen's head directly."

Monk Miaozhen didn't say anything else, and took the monk who came with him down the mountain to the inn, packed his luggage and prepared to leave Yong'an County.

The mountain road was repaired smoothly, and the decent sects arrived at the gate of Xuanming Sect unimpeded.

There was no one in front of the door, and the disciple with sharp ears listened carefully and shouted: "Someone has come out!"

The people outside immediately stopped talking, each of them clenched their weapons and stared at the door.

A few minutes later, the blue and black door of the Xuanming Sect slowly opened, and a man with a long sword came out with great strides.

This is a young swordsman with a large and strong figure, wearing a black straight-fronted robe with a flute tied around his waist.The long hair was tied with a black cloth strip, without a crown, but it looked meticulous.

He was like a statue, standing in front of the Xuanming sect, with an indifferent expression and an upright body.

The head of the Wuji Sect took a step forward and said, "I am Luo Tianshou, the head of the Wuji Sect. May I ask who you are?"

"Guardian Zuo, Song and Yanqing." The man pulled out his long sword, raised his head slightly and said in a cold voice, "I'm here to ask for advice."