The Goddess Statue Disappeared in the Dao Zong of All Heavens Chapter 149 The wind is blowing, the red sun is rising, and the smoke from the cooking in Nanliang City.

After Yang Xiaotang, under the rising smoke, An Qisheng held a letter in his hand and frowned slightly:

"The people from the Qin Tianjian are gone? How can it be so coincidental?"

This letter is the information that Bai Xian'er collected through the intelligence channel of the Great Sun Demon Sect.

If it wasn't because he performed the Soul Deprivation Technique on Bai Xian'er several times to confirm that he had 100% control over her, at this time, he would have thought it was fake.

What is the conspiracy of these six doors?

He was a little wary.

"East Gate Ruo and Zhao Yanyan were both cut off with two fingers"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

After only walking for half a day, the disciples of the big sect would be affected, which gave him a new understanding of the domineering of the six doors or the Dafeng court.

Thinking about it, An Qisheng's heart moved, and the letter raft in his palm had turned into powder and fell into the dust.

"Old Daoist, I'm here to eat again."

In the distance, Yun Dongliu's voice came.

An Qisheng looked up, and Yun Dongliu walked into the backyard with a jug.

"Master Yun got up very early today."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

For the past few days, Yun Dongliu has been searching Nanliang City for traces of the people of the Demon Sect at night, but it is rare that he wakes up so early.

"It's almost done, it's natural to get up early."

Yun Dongliu put down the jug, smiled slightly, and was in a good mood.

An Qisheng was naturally aware of it.

Nanliang City is not very big. In the past few days, except for Bai Xian'er, who had already retreated, almost all the Demon Sect strongholds in Nanliang City were removed by Yun Dongliu.

On the stone table, the two of them drank a few glasses of each other.

An Qisheng spoke slowly:

"Master Yun, I want to go a long way, the old man. These two little guys in the family will let you take care of one or two."

"Daoist is this?"

Yun Dongliu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"In the past few days, I would also like to thank Master Yun for sending those provocative people for me."

An Qisheng sighed softly.

Some things can't be hidden from everyone.

Over the past few days, all the people who came for the Spirit Seizure Magic Art, after searching aimlessly for a while, still set their sights on him.

Many people have already known about Kong San's practice of the Spirit Seizing Magic Technique.

Naturally, he, the only survivor, looked dazzling.

No way, who let him live?

However, he didn't care.

It is enough to have more than a few months of cultivation time.

A truly dull life can never be achieved by evading. Although he has no intention of being an enemy of anyone, he doesn't mind sending them on the road ahead of time if they come to trouble.

In the original trajectory, Kong Sanshang was able to break out of the siege. At this time, he was not much stronger than Kong Sanqiang, so how could he really be afraid?

"Master, this is a misunderstanding."

Yun Dongliu shook the wine glass gently:

"Though those people are greedy for profit, they shouldn't just die like this. Someone Yun stopped them because it wasn't you, the Taoist priest."

Having seen An Qisheng take action, he naturally knew that it was all the martial arts people in Nanliang City.

Mostly, there is only the possibility of being killed by the ordinary old Taoist priest in front of him and then leaving calmly.

"Master Yun is sincere enough."

An Qisheng smiled and said:

"Since Yun Daxia already knows something, the old man will not hide it. Kong San, I killed it, and the magic art of seizing the spirit is also on me."

Kacha~

Yun Dongliu flicked his wrist and crushed the wine glass.

Even though he had already guessed it, he was still shaking in his heart at this time.

The person sought by thousands of martial arts practitioners is actually right in front of him?

"Master Yun wants to fight with me?"

An Qisheng looked at Yun Dongliu with a half-smile.

"Except for the people of Demon Sect, Yun Mou's sword is never taken lightly."

Yun Dongliu looked at An Qisheng with a solemn expression:

"Master, I have three questions."

An Qisheng waved his hand: "Excuse me."

"First question, has the Taoist priest ever killed innocent people?"

Yun Dongliu lowered his eyebrows.

An Qisheng thought for a while, he has never killed innocent people in his past life and this life: "Never."

"Second question, can the Taoist priest enter the Six Prison Demon Sect?"

Yun Dongliu's eyes flickered.

"Old Daoist is alone and does not enter any sect."

An Qisheng answered more neatly.

No matter in the past or present, Xuan Xing or Jiufujie, he never joined any sect organization.

"Third Question"

Yun Dongliu calmed down, picked up the jug and took a sip:

"You and I are only a few days apart, why did the Taoist priest entrust the two little guys to me?"

An Qisheng smiled, especially sincere:

"Because you are a good person."

After coming to Jiufujie for a few months, apart from the two little guys, the only person he truly trusted was Yun Dongliu.

Even Bai Xian'er, who had already been used by him to steal the soul, was not as worthy of his trust as Yun Dongliu.

Because this is a really nice guy.

At least, for the first half of his life, he was a well-deserved good person.

"nice guy"

Yun Dongliu chewed it once, and a sigh rose in his heart.

I just felt that the old Taoist priest, who had only been with him for a few days, understood him incomparably well.

huh~

He stood up, clasped his fists, and said calmly:

"Fate is there, people are there."

"good!"

An Qisheng raised his head and drank the wine.

The cup has fallen, the person has disappeared

The seven-round red moon shines in the sky, and the night is black and red, which is indescribably strange and gorgeous.

On the official road in the dark, a carriage was traveling alone.

"Cough cough!"

In the carriage, Huang Fu's face was pale, he coughed twice, and blood spread from the corners of his mouth.

He really broke his heart, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hide from a master like Xue Chaoyang.

But at this time, although his heart was cramping and his body was exhausted, Huang Fu's heart was very stable.

Although the price paid was very high, it finally got rid of the place of right and wrong.

"Sir, are you awake?"

The middle-aged man who was driving the car breathed a sigh of relief: "You are still too risky. If you are not careful, you may commit suicide."

"If it's someone else, it's natural to have a hard time grasping this degree, but who is your lord?"

Huang Fu struggled to get up and meditated. After swallowing a pill, a trace of blood returned to his face:

"Eleven years ago, I, Huang, escaped this catastrophe in this way."

"Why do you do this? With Lord Xue here, what kind of danger can there be from a budding devil?"

The coachman shook his head slightly.

Although he has followed Huang Fu for many years, he still does not understand the caution of his own adults.

Caution is not like that either.

"What do you know?"

Huang Fu slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and the colic pain eased slightly:

"You and I have studied with Master since I was a child. Although you are not familiar with Qishu and failed to become Master's disciple, do you still know about the brothers and sisters?

My aptitude is not as good as my brothers, and my appearance doesn't make the master happy, how can I get to the point where I am now?

Isn't it just because I'm cautious enough? "

"I'm afraid the supervisor won't be able to spare you this time! Eleven years ago, the supervisor hung you up and beat you for ten days and nights, have you forgotten?"

The coachman shook his head.

"Gui Xiaoer, shut up!"

Huang Fu's cheeks twitched, his heart and liver throbbed with pain, and he almost spat out another mouthful of blood:

"You don't even think about it, if you weren't assigned to me by the master, how could you live to this day?"

"You're right, you're right."

The coachman sighed:

"If you are the only one who was hanged and beaten, I think it doesn't matter."

"You do not understand."

Huang Fu took a deep breath, and the inner Qi was bubbling and supporting the broken heart vein:

"The king is too impatient. In recent years, the master has been depressed all day long because of differences with the king. After the Nantian Mountain Club, which should have drawn the Three Kingdoms, was defeated, the king has changed.

He wants to be fast, but some things should be the plan of the millennium, he should lay the foundation for future generations, but he wants the plan of the millennium to come true.”

Huang Fu was very worried.

Dafeng's footsteps are too big, and the problem is not just martial arts.

The Gong Gong princes above the imperial court, many vassal officials, countless squires and landlords, and even Dafeng's army of millions of elites, are the real problems that Dafeng needs to face.

In recent years, the weather has been good, and there are no foreign enemies. Many people have starved to death in this harvest year.

Dafeng, Dafeng

The coachman listened quietly, flicking his whip from time to time to urge the horses.

He is the only person in the world who knows that Huang Fu is not really a useless person. On the contrary, his vision, the technique of watching Qi, has really obtained the true inheritance of Han Changgong, the master of Qintian.

Otherwise, just by being timid, will you be able to live to the present in the wars?

It's a pity that he is too cautious. Apart from his master, Han Changgong, he is the only one who has heard these words.

Huang Fu rambled on for a long time before sighing again:

"Jinyiwei, Dongchang, and Six Gates have become powerful in recent years, and their actions have become more and more violent. Even if they can always find a plausible reason, they will still arouse public anger in the martial arts sooner or later."

"You may not know, that Xue Chaoyang's slow action this time is brewing."

Even now, Huang Fu can't believe it.

Xue Chaoyang has actually been bold enough to blatantly harm the martial arts people.

Did he forget, what did those martial arts people rely on to obtain their status?

Huangjue Temple, Extreme Shenzong, Baiyue Mountain Villa, Zhengang Dao, Dalongmen, Six Prison Demon Sect, these major sects, all have the greatest masters on the weapon spectrum.

In addition, there are also many masters in the major sects such as Chivalry Sect, Beggar Gang, Twelve Links, Yu Chan An, Jian Zang and so on.

It's completely possible to attack them in groups, not to mention overthrowing the imperial court and killing officials in many cities!

By then, UU reading www.uukanshu.com foreign enemies will invade, and the decrees of the imperial court will not be able to leave the capital!

"My lord, you missed something."

The coachman suddenly interrupted him: "Do you think that the king has not considered this? Perhaps, the court has a trump card that the adults do not understand."

"I hope so"

Huang Fu said no more, and closed his eyes to repair the broken heart.

He broke his heart this time, not only to escape from the land of right and wrong, but also to express his dislike for Xue Chaoyang's action.

"Appreciate~"

At this moment, the coachman suddenly stopped the carriage.

He raised his eyes and saw that on the official road not far away, a man stood with his hands behind his back, and the night wind blew his large clothes.

It seems to have been waiting for a long time.