Breaking the Day

Lingshan School, accept Taiwan.

At this time of the year, the Lingshan Sect will send a part of the spiritual disciples to the big gates of the surrounding cities and prefectures, or the surrounding villages and tribes to collect a year of worship. At the same time, the Lingshan faction is responsible for providing protection for them.

This is the reason why the Xiyue Li family gritted their teeth desperately to give worship to the Lingshan faction, not only to provide Li Chengfeng with a path for practice, but also to protect the Li family from being bullied and harassed in Cheng'an. .

As for the spiritual mountain school, although the great practitioners have transcended the five-permanent relationship and jumped out of birth, aging, sickness and death, as a practitioner, as long as they have not ascended to immortality, it means that they still need to rely on the physical cauldron to live. Must eat and drink Lazar.

As the so-called poor culture and wealth, destroy the family to practice, the learning of literary does not need to pay too much cost, even the poor can find a way and outlet for promotion in the literary way; but martial arts is not the case, martial arts need to be refined from childhood , I can’t hire a famous teacher without money, I can’t learn real exercises, I can’t buy famous medicine without money, and I can’t make up for the huge loss of body caused by practicing martial arts.

As for practice, even a well-off family with a well-off family does not dare to expect to practice. Not to mention the spiritual medicines and herbs that need to be spent in practice, but also the magic weapons and magic weapons that need to be built for practice. These costs are astronomical figures!

It is impossible for a school to bear these expenses for every disciple, and these need to be filled by the disciples who have just started, otherwise they will only be eliminated.

It is precisely because of this that the more powerful the practice sect, the more aristocratic families need to spend huge amounts of money to support them every year, and in return, these aristocratic families will have a better opportunity to start cultivation.

In front of the mountain gate of the Lingshan School, there was a long queue, all of them were Lingshan disciples who went down to collect worship. Each of them held a small bag of wishful thinking in their hands. This bag looked uncommon, but But it can hold huge things inside, and all the offerings received by everyone are in it.

The Shoufengtai is located halfway up the mountainside of Lingshan Pai Niu'er Peak. At the bottom of the mountain is a stone road made of stone steps. It reaches the mountain gate halfway up to the mountain gate. Behind the mountain gate is the repaired flat and huge stone platform. Most of the first people who paid the worship were the patriarchs of the big gates. The tall stone platform was repaired to show the majesty of the Lingshan School, which is daunting.

At the highest point of the high platform, there is a long turquoise long table, with a delicately carved flower table on one end. On the flower table is an exquisite and detailed formation. Every disciple who descends from the mountain places his wishful bag on the flower table. Above, this wishful bag will disappear after a faint multicolored light flashes, and then a few smoke-like words will appear on the huge glass mirror inlaid on the side of the flower stand, saying this wishful bag is packed Consecration figures of Na.

There are three men standing behind the counter, two of them with beards under their beards, wearing two green-rimmed monks’ uniforms, standing on both sides like stone statues, like the left and right door gods, to deter others and prevent people from getting money. On the counter, there was a man named Sun Boyi with a mole on his left cheek. Every time he saw a string of numbers appearing in a wishful bag "swallowed" by Huatai, he would hold a hand in front of the counter. With a light wave on this account book, a line of text will automatically appear on this account book, recording this string of numbers.

"Dongchuan Ouyang family, enshrine five thousand silver!"

"Dongchuan Liu Family, enshrine eight thousand silver!"

"Yinzhou Xie Family, accept 4,300 silver!"

"Heyue Zhao Family, consecrate 13,000 silver!"

"Northwestern warrior, accept...one hundred thousand silver!"

This number shocked everyone in the line, and they whispered one after another: "Northwestern warrior? Which warrior? So rich?"

"Which one can there be? Of course it is the champion Hou Zhanjia!"

"Ah? Aren't they from the northwest? Don't go to the west sect, what will we send from Lingshan?"

"What's the matter! What happened to our Lingshan School? The Lingshan School ranks third in the world! How many people want to enter the mountain with their heads broken? How can a mere warrior be exempt?"

"Tsk, don't talk nonsense. But the clans of the family will scatter their disciples into various sects to learn from the strengths of the families! Otherwise, why do you think that the Northwest war family can guard the Northwest for hundreds of years and not fall? I just don’t know if the dragon or the phoenix came this time?"

"It's really ignorant, Longfeng has long been involved in other schools, and only pigs and dogs are left, but I don't know if it is a pig or a dog this time."

The champion Hou has three sons and one daughter, each with different talents. They are called dragon, phoenix, dog, and pig respectively.

The eldest son, Zhan Qitian, is said to be eight feet tall, walking with dragons and tigers, and with strange visions. He showed an extraordinary side at the age of eight. He has amazing talents in both civil and martial arts. At the age of twelve, he was exceptionally accepted by the Qiankun God. At the age of fifteen, he succeeded in building a foundation and broke the record of practice. At the age of twenty, he cultivated a non-bad golden body, and the world was shocked!

The second female Zhan Qiyun is said to be the most beautiful in the world, not to mention her beauty, she is also a rare and gifted female practitioner. At the age of ten, she was accepted as a disciple by Fengwu Pavilion, before she came to Tiankui at the age of 13. The foundation was successfully built, refreshing the practice record held by Zhan Qitian, and at the same time breaking the earliest record of female practitioners, making a sensation in the world.

However, after the dragon and the phoenix, the remaining two sons, because they lived under the aura of the elder brother and sister, appeared to be of average talents. They were dubbed "pigs" and "dogs" by the world, thinking that one only knew how to eat, drink and play, the other one. Be conservative and prudent, just be mediocre.

A group of people were talking in low voices, and suddenly they didn't know who they started from, and they kept their mouths whispering. The silence spread like a wave, and soon the bustling mountain gate became silent.

The man who was recording raised his head and looked puzzled, only to see that the Lingshan disciples who were queuing aside one after another. An old man dragged a pallet with a man in a robe slowly moving away. Then, everyone saw the face of the man in the car as burnt by flames, his face was terrifying, his eyes had disappeared, only two horrible black holes, blood and blood!

This situation is really terrifying, and everyone was silent for a while.

Sun Boyi, who was recording, saw it at a glance, and suddenly he was a little surprised, but at first glance, this figure was a little familiar. Upon closer inspection, he suddenly felt distraught and let out a sorrowful cry: "Brother! !"

Sun Boyi rushed over and took his brother. He only glanced at him and was shocked by his brother's tragic situation. He turned around abruptly, grabbed the old man's neck, gritted his teeth and said: "It's you You did it?"

The old man was pinched out of breath, and he struggled and said, "No, no, it's nothing...nothing to do with the old slave..."

Sun Boyi wanted to split: "Then why is he like this!"

After just a short breath, the old man was pinched so that his breath was almost gone. The disciples who descended from the mountain next to him looked like a chill and did not dare to make a sound. At this moment, a middle-grade green-edged monk standing beside him said: "Sun Boyi, stop. !"

Sun Boyi took a few breaths and let go abruptly. The old man fell to the ground and coughed violently. He raised his face and said hardly, "Master Mingjian, the old slave is wronged!"

Brother Green Edge stepped forward and took a closer look at Sun Boyi's brother. His face was full of doubts: "What the **** is going on?"

The old man got up, humped his back, arched his hands, and said hoarsely: "The old slave is Li Kun, the steward of Cheng'an Xiyue Li's family! When the master came to my Li's house to accept the offerings a few days ago, he was attacked at the entrance of the alley! The incident happened near our Li family. The Li family was terrified and uneasy. They sent old slaves to **** the master back to the mountain. In addition, we should explain the matter clearly! I hope that the masters will be aware of the details!"

As he said, Li Kun kept kowtow, his head clanging on the hard bluestone ground.

The green-side monk sneered and said, "Huh, did you send an old man to die?"

Sun Boyi suddenly roared: "Impossible, who would hurt my brother like this for a little salary!"

The green-edged monk frowned. He stared at Li Kun with electric gaze, but saw that although Li Kun looked terrified, but there was no sign of lying, he nodded slightly and said: "The man is still alive, but his sanity has been lost. I don't know if Can be saved."

Sun Boyi knelt down with a thump and cried: "Uncle Zhang, I grew up as a elder brother, and he is the only relative in the world. He also asked Uncle Zhang to save him. Boyi is willing to be a cow and horse for Uncle Zhang!"

The Uncle Zhang waved his hand and said, "Since they are all disciples of the Lingshan School, they are of course duty-bound. If you come, take it home first, and wait until the master master uncle reads it."

At this time, a disciple stepped forward and helped Sun Boyi's brother up to the mountain.

Uncle Zhang turned his head and coldly said to Li Kun: "Since you said he was robbed of money, it seems that the Li family's offerings this time can't be paid?"

Li Kun hurriedly said: "How dare you! The master died in the Li's house, so it is natural for us to wash the moon and the Li's family to hold heavy responsibility. Here is the supplementary offering of ten thousand silver. Let me apologize!"

When Uncle Zhang heard this, his cold face immediately became softer.

"Apologize for talking?" Sun Boyi gritted his teeth and looked at Li Kun with a fierce look. "Your Li family will pay for it!"

"Sun Boyi! Kneel down!" Uncle Zhang coldly rebuked, and Sun Boyi immediately knelt on the spot with a cry of fright.

Uncle Zhang said: "The matter hasn't been found out yet, Hugh is talking nonsense!"

Sun Boyi licked his tears, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Yes!"

Li Kun said: "Because there is no master magic weapon to install money, so the motorcade stops at the foot of the mountain at this time. Please also ask the master to follow me down the mountain to collect the salary."

Uncle Zhang nodded slightly. Anticipating that the Moon Cultivator would not dare to play any tricks, he said to the two disciples: "Let him go."

Then Uncle Zhang took a look at Li Kun and said, "Follow me and explain what happened. If the Li family is innocent, deal with it naturally and fairly. If you find you thief shouting and catching thief...huh!"

Uncle Zhang snorted heavily, and the sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting Li Kun's heart so hard that his rickety back was even more bend.

Uncle Zhang turned his head to leave, but saw Sun Boyi still kneeling on the ground, gritted his teeth, his expression distorted, he scolded: "What are you doing in a daze? Still not credited?"

Sun Boyi got up, he glanced bitterly at Li Kun who was leaving with Uncle Zhang, gritted his teeth and wiped his hand on the counter, and suddenly a line of blood-red text appeared on the counter book: Cheng'an washes the Yue Li family, Consecrate ten thousand silver!

This line of text is very scarlet, as if dripping with blood!

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