Meng Kongting ducked out of the secret world of Lingtai and ran straight to Jiang Hu as fast as possible. Jiang Hu did not panic.
The hot spiritual power in his palm gathered and was about to fall on Jiang Chan. Meng Kongting found that his body was frozen in place and could not move, and he also saw a huge evil spirit standing behind Jiang Chan.
Mutually!
A small paper figure was stuck behind Meng Kongting's back at some point, and another small paper figure exactly like the one appeared in Jiang Yan's hand.
The smile on his face was like a devil. Jiang Yan folded the arm of the paper man with his hand, and Meng Kongting's arm made a scratching sound.
"ah…."
"Yes, it's this kind of expression that's intoxicating."
Meng Kongting was in great pain, but Jiang Gu enjoyed it very much. He broke off the other arm of the paper man and after suffering enough, Jiang Gu pinched the paper man's head with his fingers.
A person's life from birth to death is a process of the rise and fall of Yin and Yang. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the Yin power carried by the body after death. Jiang Yan left with satisfaction after absorbing Meng Kongting's Yin power.
Sitting there is a fat tiger, followed by two evil painting spirits.
"There are still many strong men in this mountain, let the hunting begin."
There is a wooden building between the two mountains of Lingyue and Xiandu. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with bright tiles, glazed tiles, carved beams and painted buildings. The Jingshui River passes through the courtyard and merges into a deep pool in the middle of the house.
There are also several attics with spiritual energy entwined on the basis of clouds, with orderly heights and heights, sitting in mid-air, just like a fairyland on earth.
This is the highest holy place for literati in the world to practice, Wen Mansion.
There is a lush old willow tree near the deep pool. It was planted by the first generation owner of the mansion when he founded the Wen mansion, so it was named Wengong willow.
For thousands of years, this Wenggong willow tree has remained lush and lush, with a huge canopy stretching for dozens of miles.
Under the Wen Gong Willow, a thin, dark old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking deeply in the direction of Mount Shu.
"Have seen the teachings"
A young man in Tsing Yi and a cultural crown bowed his hands in salute.
"Liangbi, you're here."
"More than just teaching students why they are here"
Wenfu's instructions pointed at the Chongshu Mountain with his hand.
"What can you see"
"In the past few days, my disciples have been practicing and have always felt that there is a very uncomfortable force in Mount Fushu, but I don't know what it is specifically."
"There is more than one kind of power in this world. In addition to spiritual power, there is also a mysterious and unpredictable Yin power. At this moment, the Yin Qi of Mt. Shuoshu stretches for hundreds of miles. This power is murderous, violent, and bloody. If it is not curbed,
It may be a disaster for Qingdu!"
"Does the teaching want the disciples to go into the mountain to solve the problem?" Li Liangbi asked.
"This is the intention of the palace master. You are the best among the students in the palace. The palace master wants you to guard the entrance and not allow anyone to enter the mountain to avoid causing greater losses. As for the person who solves this problem, he has already entered the mountain."
"As ordered by the master of the palace, the students will go now."
After Li Liangbi said goodbye, he turned into a stream of light and went straight into Shuoshu Mountain.
After Jiang Chang left, Mrs. Guan and Xie Guandao also noticed the Jingshui River. They didn't find the Chuanghuang they wanted, but found the bodies of Meng Kongting and a group of Tongbao Pavilion people.
Both of them were top experts in Qingdu, so they were a little scared when they saw the scene in front of them, especially Mrs. Guan.
All the people died in a horrific manner, with bloody facial features and frightened eyes. They seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in their lives before they died.
Meng Kongting was even dismembered, with his limbs broken and his head rolling off to the side.
"Meng Kongting is a great Confucian scholar. Even if we look at the Qing capital, there are not many people who can do anything to him," Mrs. Guan said.
"Something terrible must have appeared in the Chongshu Mountain."
The news of the appearance of high-quality yellow gold in Lushu Mountain is spreading further and further, and many people are coming here in a steady stream, including the lords of Lin'an City, Lin Fan and Feng Boyong.
"This time it is better for you and me to win together," Lin Fan said.
"Okay, and the speed must be fast, and we must not get into a fierce battle."
Feng Boyong also knew very well how fierce the last fierce battle for Huang Huang was.
"Sir, Dad, there are such high-quality pigments, why doesn't Wenfu participate in the competition?" Lin Wanxi asked.
"Wenfu will not participate in this kind of competition. Firstly, there will be some competition among the scribes. Secondly, if Wenfu has strong people like Yun and they participate in the competition, no one in the entire Yunzhou will be able to take this treasure away from Wenfu. So Wenfu
There are hospital rules, and intervention will only occur when the situation is out of control," Lin Fan said.
"The last war between the Yellow River and the Yellow River resulted in heavy casualties. This time it coincides with the civil service examination. The two of us will send you to Qingdu and then fight for it tentatively. We will not fight to the death with others."
High-grade pigments are an irresistible temptation for painters. Every time they appear, there will be a battle between dragons and tigers. Both Feng Boyong and Lin Fan expected that the battle in Fushu Mountain would be fierce. However, when they arrived at Fushu Mountain, they discovered that the situation seemed to be different from the previous one.
There are some differences in what they think.
Dozens of great painters were stopped at the entrance of Fushu Mountain, many of whom were old friends of Lin Fan and Feng Boyong.
"Prefect Lin, Dean Feng, you are here too."
"Why are you all standing outside the mountain?" Lin Fan asked.
"It is said that the Wenfu issued an order prohibiting entering the mountain."
"You took action so early?"
Under normal circumstances, Wenfu would not participate in the fight for Huang Huang, unless other changes occurred. Feng Boyong walked to the front and wanted to inquire about the situation.
Li Liangbi stood alone at the entrance of the mountain and apologized to those who were about to enter the mountain.
"Li Liangbi?"
Feng Boyong was also a little surprised. Li Liangbi was a student in the Wen family, and his strength ranked among the top three among all students. At a young age, he was already a strong man at the peak of the Xuanling realm. He was about to enter the Huiyang realm.
"Meet Dean Feng"
"You're welcome, everyone here is a student of Wenfu. If Wenfu needs paint, we won't fight," Feng Boyong said.
"No, there is a sinister force in the Chongshu Mountain now that makes the professor feel uneasy. The dean should go back the way he came," Li Liangbi said very politely.
"Liang Bi, not to mention how powerful we are, there are only five or six people in the Huiyang Realm. If we join forces and try together, even if there is danger, we may not have no chance of success."
Some people still don't want to give up the fight for Huang.
"It was the master of the palace who summoned me to guard the entrance. You are all Liangbi's commanders. Please don't embarrass me."
Li Liangbi was also a little helpless. These people in front of him could be said to be his seniors in the literary house. It was better not to offend them.
"What is going on in the mountains?" Many people have speculated.
Just as he was saying this, Xie Guandao and Mrs. Guan came from the Algoshu Mountain in the wind.
"Guan Dao, Mrs. Guan, you two are..."
"Return empty-handed," Xie Guandao said.
"What is going on in the mountain? The master of the palace personally ordered that it is forbidden to enter the mountain." Lin Fan asked.
"It seems that the master of the palace already knows that the mountain is indeed very dangerous. Meng Kongting is dead. There are a total of 17 people living in Tongbao Pavilion's two mysterious realms, and none of them have survived!"
When Xie Guandao said this, everyone calmed down. Meng Kongting was an old Confucian in the Confucian Mansion, and his strength was also first-rate in the Huiyang Realm. No one expected that he would be the first to die!
Moreover, deaths and injuries due to the dispute over colored stones are unavoidable, but killing them all was the most taboo thing in the Qing capital.
"Before leaving the mountain, there was a mason from the Huiyang realm."
"Who did it?"
"I don't know. Now all the beasts in the mountains are in panic, and the whereabouts of Huang Huang are unknown. As for who the murderer is, neither of us knows."