Di Lin was surprised and quickly lowered his head and replied: "Yes, I will tell the people over there right away."
"Um."
Di Lin left.
But Mo Xingsha was thinking about going down the mountain. He would go down the mountain even if he didn't hear people's permission.
In the past few years, he led the people in the sect to expand the territory of the holy sect a lot, but he has not made any movements in more than a year. Do those decent old men think he is dead?
Constantly testing the territory of the holy religion, provoking the helmsman again and again.
Humph, you are not overestimating your abilities.
The spies came to report and heard that many of the disciples who came down the mountain to eliminate evil and promote good were direct disciples.
How about grabbing a few to play with?
Kill a few direct disciples to establish your authority, and it would be interesting if you kill the grandchildren of those old men.
Mo Xingsha immediately sent a letter to a certain helmsman, and he would go down the mountain with the saint.
…
The helmsman in a village on a certain mountain looked at the letters that arrived one after another. One was from the saint and the other was from the leader.
One person's handwriting is beautiful and powerful, while another person's handwriting is majestic.
The helmsmen in various places recently received the news that the saint who had been sleeping for a hundred years had awakened. This news made them shocked and curious.
It wasn't until they got this kind of beautiful and powerful small seal reply letter that they believed that the Saint had indeed woken up, and that the Saint was particularly decisive in dealing with things. She responded to their letters in an orderly manner and gave them advice. Although she was a woman, she was not inferior at all.
leader.
They had also heard about the legend of the Saint, and they couldn't believe that a woman who had been sleeping for hundreds of years could actually wake up.
Little Luoluo on the side looked at the helmsman holding two letters without saying anything, and suddenly asked curiously: "Helmsman, does the saint and the leader have different opinions, so you are in a dilemma?"
After all, there are two masters of the Holy Cult now. If these two people have a disagreement, it is the people below who will be in trouble.
The helmsman shook his head with a smile and threw the two letters into the stove: "There is no problem. Both masters have the same opinion. The saint and the leader will come out next month."
"Congratulations to the helmsman. Finally, someone has dealt with those cunning nobles."
When it comes to those cunning and decent helmsmen from well-known families, his expression is very bad: "Huh, what can I congratulate? I can't settle the matter and I have to ask the two masters to come out. I will lose face! I will definitely catch those famous and decent helmsmen."
They will be cut into pieces by a thousand knives!"
"I heard that there is a beautiful girl in this team. If you catch them and kill them with a thousand cuts, can you reward the girl to your subordinates?"
"Hmph, considering your potential, as long as you catch all the female disciples, they will be given to you."
"Thank you, helmsman!"
…
Nan Qing and Mo Xingsha didn't see each other for more than ten days in a row, but when they met again, the situation was the same.
Nan Qing was lying on the bed with blood still bleeding from his mouth, and Mo Xingsha hurriedly came in from outside.
"What's going on?"
The maid knelt on the ground: "I don't know, this... the saint suddenly vomited blood after finishing her breakfast..."
Mo Xingsha didn't want to listen to the maid's words. He walked directly to the bed and lowered his head: "Wen Renyun? How are you feeling? Is there any pain?"
Nan Qing is still conscious: "My blood and energy are surging. It seems that my breath has gone out again, but it seems to be more serious than last time...cough cough cough cough..."