Force scumbags to follow good records

Pain flashed across Nie Changge's face, but it disappeared very quickly, and he returned to his usual chic, saying: "Escort these monks to Beijing as soon as possible, and then you go down to the south of the Yangtze River."

Xiao Yucheng was taken aback when he heard this, and said, "Lord Linghu just returned to Beijing from Jiangnan Road, why did you want me to go to Jiangnan again?"

Nie Changge's face was calm, but there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and he said: "Some old enemies are blocked by us in the barren land in the northwest. .”

Unlike the people in the Central Plains and some ordinary martial arts people who have not been in contact with Manichaeism for decades, Dali Temple has spent a lot of effort in the northwest to contain Manichaeism for so many years, so when Xiao Yucheng heard that Nie Changge knew that he was talking about the Manichaeism, and his face instantly became serious. From the boyish appearance of a junior in front of Xiao Yucheng just now, he changed back to the usual capable Dali Temple Prime Minister, and said: "That old immortal monster leader Is there another moth?"

A chill flashed across Nie Changge's eyes, and he said, "I heard the news that the monster is dead."

Hearing this, Xiao Yucheng shook his head and said, "For so many years, this news has been reported every year, and it has never been true."

Nie Changge sighed slightly, and said: "That old monster will not die for a day, I am afraid that the Manichaeans will not stop thinking about re-entering the Central Plains. The letters of these years have come back, it is said that those who were born in the northwest Many Protestants, many of them are no longer willing to be enemies of the Central Plains Wulin. Linghu and I both thought that after more than ten years, when the old monster dies and a new leader succeeds, we should also breathe a sigh of relief gone."

Xiao Yucheng's expression was cold, and he said: "They don't enter the Central Plains, one day we will go to the northwest to destroy these hungry wolves who covet our great Wei land."

The main altar of the Manichaeism is in the depths of the Tianshan Mountains, and it is hard to find. If it is so easy to break into the main altar of the Manichaeism, it is so easy to wipe out the roots. Why did Dali Temple have to be passive and guarded for so many years? Nie Changge understood Xiao Yucheng's thoughts It's not practical, but he didn't say much. When people are young, they are always more aggressive, optimistic and aggressive, just like themselves and Linghu back then, but now facing young people like Xiao Yucheng, Nie Changge feels that Like yesterday reappeared, like when Ming Jianhou faced himself and Linghu Shaoqing who were still immature and violent.

So Nie Changge didn't comment on Xiao Yucheng's words, because time and worldly affairs will use his passing and cruelty to teach all young people to mature, so Nie Changge turned to other things and said: "What do you say to Shen Fangliang?" Attitude, a little out of control, he is not a foreigner, he is not an enemy, he helped you catch these monks."

Xiao Yucheng was slightly silent when he heard this, and said: "Yucheng was taught, this matter is my fault, it's just that the brothers suffered a lot of losses today, I'm a little angry."

Nie Changge sighed. He knew that there were many juniors from Dali Temple who, like Xiao Yucheng, had disdain for some people in the Jianghu. "Senior masters", self-sweeping famous sects, or wandering knights all have a deep-rooted hatred and contempt. Linghu thinks this way, even if he tries to restrain himself, there will be some manifestations in his speech and demeanor. , will naturally have an impact on these younger generations.

"These famous martial arts masters, these decent families, these so-called prodigal sons and knights, usually look like dogs one by one, their families and countries are ruined, their lives are devastated, and the common people are slaughtered by foreigners like chickens and dogs. There is no place without blood. What about them? Why did you go!? One by one, they are self-satisfied and self-satisfied, and they have practiced martial arts. If they don’t come out to make a difference now, what are they doing for them? Have they practiced in the dog’s belly! Let me see, If Great Wei is really subjugated, and there are no eggs under the nest, can they still live in such a leisurely way!" Linghu was very young when he said these words.

Nie Changge remembered that the famous Jianhou was still alive at that time. When he took them to Shaolin for help, he looked at the quiet ancient temple. Those who fought bloody battles, those who climbed up from the pile of corpses of their brothers, had to abide by the Shaolin rules when they came here, and had to wait in the guest room for the abbot to receive them. At that time, the indignation in Linghu's eyes was so clear, and he said these words angrily .

The mountains and rivers were recovered, personnel were replaced, the famous sword prince was gone, and many people were gone, but some persistence did not disappear. Linghu still stood there stubbornly, standing in the court hall that had never stopped turmoil, persistently persisting He insisted that he thought it was worthwhile, and Nie Changge was with him, but from time to time, Nie Changge would feel a little tired, the feeling of aging was attacking, not referring to the body, but the heart, but he could not walk, could not leave, Because Linghu didn't leave.

Shen Fangliang confirmed that the group of people from Dali Temple had really left. He breathed a sigh of relief, put his sword back into its sheath, turned over and got off the roof. As soon as he opened the door and entered the room, he was stared at by a few pairs of bright eyes. Hairy.

Yan Jin was so nervous that she couldn't blink anymore. Seeing that Shen Fangliang had returned safely, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Are you all right?"

Shen Fangliang shrugged and said, "It's none of our business."

Zhang Xianzhong said nervously: "We peeked out from the room, that monk is very powerful, you are vomiting blood, is it important? Are you injured? What happened to those Dali Temple? Why are they targeting you? Come? We didn't offend them, did we?"

Shen Fangliang said indifferently: "It's okay, they went to catch the monk, I was accidentally injured, the city gate was on fire and the fish in the pond were hurt." At this point, Shen Fangliang glanced at the room and saw that Yin Risheng was still fixed, but Ah Sha, who was guarding at the window, was exceptionally quiet, frowning and scratching his hair, as if he was thinking about something.

Shen Fangliang looked at it strangely, walked over to ask Ah Sha, and said, "Ah Sha, what are you doing?"

Ah Sha scratched his hair and said, "I just... met outside... when I was a child, but I can't remember."

Shen Fangliang was a little confused by Ah Sha's words, he just thought that Ah Sha had gone crazy again, talking crazy, so he didn't care.

The night was dark, everyone was tense for a while, and suddenly relaxed, they were all tired, and fell asleep after washing up, only Ah Sha was still scratching his hair and muttering: "I knew... a long time ago... when I was young... seen."