The bright moon sits on the ground

The autumn tiger came aggressively, wrapped in billowing heat, surging like a tide.

As soon as Xiao Xueyang raised her head, she could see the scorching sun on the top. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, weighed the heavy medicine box on her shoulder, and listened to the clear and crisp sound of the glass bottles in the box colliding lightly. Only then did she feel nervous. Relieved a lot, he gritted his teeth, clutched the letter of introduction from Dian Dan in his hand, and strode up the hundred-zhang stone steps of Shengyi Pavilion.

But Huang Sheng hadn't arrived in a small town thousands of miles away. The overly hot weather made him frown. His heart was agitated. Sweat gradually wet his vision. In the chaos, the warm red The agate slid out from his half-opened skirt, swayed to a high place, and then slowly fell down——Huang Sheng raised his hand to hold it, and couldn't help thinking, is it worth it?

palace.A crowd of ministers knelt down on the court, silent like cicadas, all buried their heads, not daring to look up at the people seated.Qi Qianyuan hid his fingers in his sleeves, and quietly touched the smooth fabric between his fingers. He felt the Big Dipper flickering on it, and the Pojun star at the end was so hot that it almost burned his fingertips.

Finally, in the silence, Meng Qiuze was looking at the empty room.He couldn't remember how many days he had been grounded, four days,? Five days?It doesn't matter, the passage of time means nothing to him.Qi Qianyuan's doubts are useless, after all, he has his own handles in his hands, and none of them are enough to put him to death.

He suddenly heard the eunuch's order, and knew that Qi Qianyuan had gone to court, and tried to get some information from him again...

At the same time, after six full days, Nie Qiu and his party finally arrived at the head of the Demon Cult from the imperial city.

Xuanwu Sect reported that Qinglong, Baihu, and Suzaku had arrived at the main rudder early to wait. An Picai, the master of Qinglongmen, and Shi Huang, the master of Baihumen, were calm people, and they did not show any signs of distress. Impatient, on the other hand, is the master of Suzaku Sect, Ji Wanghe. He has already dropped seven vases of No. 30, and his seven orifices are filled with smoke.

The white tiger who robbed the barren rocks, pulled all the flowers in the courtyard, and smashed the vases in the house, can be said to have done all kinds of evil things.

Fang Qisheng asked: "Did you prepare it according to my instructions?"

"Yes, the precious flowers and plants in the courtyard have been replanted long ago, and the vases prepared in Ji Wanghe's room are all worthless, but they are the white tiger of the master of Shimen..." the Xuanwumen disciple showed embarrassment.

It is true that I have been tossed so hard that I can't look like a tiger. I whimper and sob at the reflection in the water every day, which is very pitiful.

How could the people of Baihumen bear it when the holy beast of the town gate became so virtuous?

So Shi Huang declared war on Ji Wanghe—in other words, Baihumen declared war on Suzakumen.

The disciples of Suzaku Sect were all full of anger, they bit the bullet and endured this innocent disaster, and they were even more dissatisfied with Ji Wanghe, but no one dared to say it, they could only hold it in their hearts, and when they couldn't help it, they would be angry with Xuanwu. The disciples of the sect confide, anyway, the disciples of the Xuanwu sect are all elusive, reticent, like wooden stakes, they are very suitable as the object of confide.

Just when I was talking about this, Bai Humen hurried over after receiving the news that the leader had returned.

Shi Huang is a very calm person, he seldom talks, he always does more than he says, as if saying two more words will kill him, but his appearance is very decent, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, and a burly body, at this moment Coming forward with strong steps, behind him were the people of Baihumen. He walked up to Fang Qisheng in a few steps, clasped his fists in both hands, and called out respectfully: "Master."

At his waist is a scimitar unique to Baihumen, with a wide blade and a thick and short handle.

After Fang Qisheng nodded, Shi Huang withdrew his hands, looked sideways at Nie Qiu, and asked, "Is this the Right Protector?"

Compared with Fang Qisheng, Shi Huang's attitude towards Nie Qiu is obviously more indifferent, but it makes sense, after all, he is the kind of person who only admires the strong, and he doesn't even bother to give the slightest attention to those who are weaker than himself .

Nie Qiu thought for a moment, then drew his knife out of its sheath.

Cold light appeared.

His speed is very fast, Shi Huang did not expect him to strike at this time, he didn't react for a while, but he was experienced in many battles, so he subconsciously took a step to the side, narrowly dodging Hanshuang knife He frowned tightly, and was about to question Nie Qiu.However, the next moment, the long knife changed direction and pointed directly at the machete at his waist.

The tip of the Frost Knife pierced the gap between the handle and the scabbard with precision, and lifted the scimitar gently.

The blade rubbed against the sheath, making piercing and blood-boiling hisses.

But Nie Qiu didn't intend to fight with Shi Huang, he just raised the scimitar an inch, then put Hanshuang back into the sheath, and didn't look at the scimitar slowly sinking into the scabbard at Shi Huang's waist , but said with a smile: "If there is a chance, I would like to fight the master of Shimen."

The implication is that now is really not the time, so let's wait for the next time and see how much this right protector really weighs.

Shi Huang was not a fool, he understood what Nie Qiu meant in no time.

The newly appointed protector of the right gave him a blow, but he didn't feel disgusted.

Shi Huang's eyesight is so old and unique, just based on Nie Qiu's actions just now, he probably guessed his level, his attitude eased naturally, and he even showed a rare smile, "As expected of the right protector , It is really powerful."

Nie Qiu nodded, responding to his "right protector", but couldn't help but move his eyes to the side of Shi Huang.

The main reason was that the big white tiger was too conspicuous, with a bald head, and it was looking at them with resentful eyes.

Shi Huang is not someone who will sue when he is bullied. He always likes to do it directly, but he is concerned that this is Fang Qisheng's territory. Besides, the leader has not expressed his opinion on this. The infighting between the two sects is really not glorious, so he also Keep your hands.

Ji Wanghe would not be polite to him, and when he saw that Baihumen had concerns, he became even more unscrupulous.

Not only this big white tiger, but all the disciples of the White Tiger Sect behind Shi Huang had resentful eyes, hesitating to speak.

I probably want to say——you are finally back, so please take care of those lunatics in Suzakumen, especially Ji Wanghe.

Those gazes were hot, as if they were going to burn holes in them, but Fang Qisheng was able to ignore them. He didn't even look at the big white tiger. From the moment Nie Qiu drew his knife, his gaze It was firmly stuck to Nie Qiu's body, and he didn't have time to look away again until he retracted the knife.

Under the watchful eyes of all the onlookers, Nie Qiu felt that it was better not to do anything out of line.

He is not in the habit of flaunting the interest in the bed.

So he coughed twice, motioning Fang Qisheng to come back to his senses and look at his anxious disciples.

To be honest, Fang Qisheng didn't really care about it. After all, he was going to clean up Ji Wanghe, and help Baihumen vent his anger by the way. He didn't need to take this opportunity to consolidate people's hearts. He was tired enough to travel all the way. Zhou Ru dealt with it.

What about Zhou Ru?Oh, I don't know where Duan Que has nestled.

Fang Qisheng had no choice but to lower his face, and said to Shi Huang and the Baihumen disciples: "I already know the whole story, you can rest assured, since Baihumen has been wronged at my helm, I can't sit idly by."

As soon as these words came out, not only the disciples of Baihumen heaved a sigh of relief, even Shi Huang was also a little relieved.

It can be seen how many inhuman abuses Ji Wanghe has suffered these days.

After Baihumen, An Picai also brought everyone from Qinglongmen to meet Fang Qisheng. He had met Nie Qiu when he was in Xiayan City before, and he knew about the right guardian for a long time. He is Fang Qisheng's uncle , the attitude is naturally very gentle.

After all the greetings were exhausted, An Pi sighed imperceptibly, and said in a volume that everyone could hear clearly: "It seems that Ji Wanghe Sect Master doesn't plan to bring Suzaku Sect to meet the leader. It's really not good to end in such a situation..."

Before the words fell, a dissatisfied voice came from a corner not far away, and with an attitude of arrogance and condescension, he asked loudly: "Master Anmen, you said that all four sects will come to see the leader, so the Xuanwumen's Where is the man now?"

Like an invisible mist, a black shadow quietly stayed on the branch, not even startling a single bird.

He obviously appeared in front of everyone on purpose, facing everyone's eyes, only a pair of dark eyes were exposed from his body tightly wrapped in black cloth, he couldn't get excited, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Xuanwu, meet the leader!" , right guardian."

At the same time as he said this, voices sounded from all directions, with the same tone, the same words, but slightly different voice lines.

This person should be the head of the Xuanwu Sect.

Nie Qiu thought, he had heard the names of the other three sect masters before, but they were the masters of the Xuanwu sect. ".

More precisely, every head of the Xuanwu Sect is called Xuanwu.

Like dreams and illusions, like smoke and clouds, hiding in falsehoods, lying in the shadows, this is the Xuanwu Gate.

Ji Wanghe was refuted in public, and felt that his face was dull, and it was impossible to scold Xuanwu. After all, the people of Xuanwumen were all "you scolded him ten times, but he was not angry, turned around and left, and you were so angry that you were half dead" He was insane, so he had no choice but to walk out of his hiding place with a sullen face, followed by a group of disciples of the Suzaku sect who dared not show their air.

Then Nie Qiu understood how accurate Huang Sheng's descriptions to Xiao Xueyang were.

"The face is covered with thick lead powder, the lips are dotted with bright red, the eyebrows are painted with rouge, the eyebrows are decorated with flowers, and the hair is swayed in a bun. He is dressed in colorful clothes and is extremely bloated. If you have seen him, you must won't forget."

This appearance cannot be easily erased from memory.

Ji Wanghe's pale face showed a bit of impatience, his slender fingers painted with bright red Kodan were slightly upturned, they were very standard orchid fingers, he raised his hand to support the steps in his hair, and the long pendant twirled between his fingers Fei, tap lightly, the sound is nice, but it's a pity that it's not the same when you look at it-then, Ji Wanghe's expression changed the moment he saw Nie Qiu.

Impatiently turned into anger, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Again? Again! Isn't Duan Que disgusting enough?"

"Fang Qisheng, you are sick, you are sick, you are sick! I will never set foot on the helm ever again!"

Ji Wanghe simply pulled out Bu Yao who couldn't get it upright after fiddling for a long time, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it mercilessly.

Nie Qiu asked softly, "What's going on?"

Fang Qisheng didn't lower his volume at all, and replied blankly: "It's all about self-knowledge."

The author has something to say: Demon Cult, all members are wicked.