A major event is sometimes like a brilliant firework. When it blooms, the sky is shining brightly. Everyone looks up at it, bustling with people, as if that was the most important thing in the world. When the fireworks dissipate and return to silence, the sky remains the same. People scatter and return home, leaving only rumors on the streets and alleys, witnessing the glory of the past.

This is almost the same in the battle of Luzhou.

Most of the dementia recovered, and the dead were buried on the spot. The plague gradually dissipated and the sky returned to clear. People who left their homes resumed their production, and the world-class Wuwu at Wujiu Temple opened again. Only countless mass graves were found, the losers locked in the dungeon, and the Egret Gate that became ruins. A big event happened once, and a game with sentient beings as bargaining chips spread in the smoke of gunpowder.

Wujiu Temple was busy, organizing martial arts discussions, expelling drugs and treating diseases, burying the dead, resettling the people, and rebuilding people's livelihood. Among them, Xue Mu also brought Liusanmen and local governments to work hard together. Xiao Qingwu even spent time in the epidemic area every day to help. It can be said that since the end of the incident, Xue Mu had never met this girl three times.

The most important thing is that no matter how busy Wujiu Temple was, he did not forget to send monks to the Guangshu. The world noticed the conspiracy of Xinyi Sect in Luzhou. The evidence was extremely true and other righteous sects supported it. As soon as the news came out, the world was in an uproar.

It’s just a bad reputation. What makes people from Xinyi Sect vomit blood the most is that the news that Xinyi Sect has lost its soldiers and generals was unknown. I don’t know which one of them killed thousands of swords made up a few limericks to promote the world:

"Kou's operation is as fierce as a tiger, and his junior brothers are sent to the ground. The serial sword formation is so scary that it turns out that it is less than five."

"The master of mind is so sharp, he strode thousands of miles forward. Who knew that he would be the one who died in the Taoist world.

The people of Xinyi Sect were so angry that they were trembling, but the whole world was so happy. After being tossed by this limerick, Xinyi Sect was not only notorious, but became a laughing stock. After a few days of preaching, even a three-year-old child would read a few sentences, just like an enlightenment book.

Not only was it a laughing stock, but it also exposed the fact that the soldiers and generals were killed, which attracted countless green eyes to Yizhou.

The powerful people entering the Tao are not Dabaicai. Most sects are leaders. Even top sects like Xinyi Sect are absolutely the backbone of the top sects. There are only about ten on the books. In addition, the hidden older generation who do not show their heads, there are definitely no more than twenty, and maybe no more than fifteen. Seven deaths were killed in this death, and the book strength was reduced sharply. Many formations were greatly damaged. Many formations lacked cores, and the effect of changing to lower-level masters was far inferior to the formation. The person in charge of each hall was also one level weaker. The impact of this on a large sect is not displayed on the books. It is probably several years before it can breathe a sigh of relief.

But will someone let you relax for a few years?

The world-controlled tripod is not a powerful sect, and many people are thinking about it.

Of course, the limerick poem was written by Xue Mu. He had thought about his own personal conspiracy, but there were too many people who knew about this matter, and it was useless to hide it. It would be better to help and sit and watch Yunqi. He even used the Star Luo Formation for these limerick poems. Before Pan Kou's people went back, all the limerick poems were passed to him in Yizhou.

A few days later, outside the gate of Xinyi Sect, a stream of light shone from the sky.

Seeing his mountain gate in the distance, Pan Kouzhi's anxiety in his eyes was slightly relieved. No matter how swaying outside, as long as the chassis was still there, he would have a chance to get it back. The large formation of his mountain gate also made him feel much more at ease, otherwise he would always feel that Xue Qingqiu was behind him.

When he was closest to the mountain gate magic circle, his speed slowed down and he was the lightest warning in his heart. A dagger quietly penetrated into Pan Kouzhi's vest.

"Bang!" Pan Kouzhi was a powerful man in the cave, and finally raised his power, and blasted the sneak attacker far away, shaking away the dagger inserted into the vest, and stumbled into the mountain gate: "Xingyi, I remember the maggots in your gutter!"

Yingyi's laughter came from the shadow in the distance: "First consider whether your own injury can survive the internal change. Don't die first at the hands of your own sect. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and you will meet again if you have the fate."

Pan Kouzhi stumbled into the Xinyi Hall on the top of the mountain, and a group of elders seemed to be having a meeting. When he saw him coming, he was silent all of them. Everyone's expression was very strange.

Pan Kouzhi immediately remembered Yingyi's provocation, and his heart was jumped, and he said coldly: "The winner is impermanent, what are your expressions? If you really think that I am injured, it's not like a cave."

The elders were still silent and handed a piece of paper for a while.

Pan Kouzhi took it strangely and took a look. There were two limerick poems on it.

As he looked at it, his hands, which were enough to open mountains and fill the sea, began to tremble slightly. Suddenly, he screamed wildly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his back, and fell to the ground with a straight look up to the sky.

A generation of strong men who have suffered various serious injuries in succession were almost irritated to death in front of just two sentences, and they were lying on the ground as if they were so angry.

The elders empathized with it. It was just humiliation, but it was not ordinary humiliation, but roots. This simple, interesting and catchy thing is the easiest to spread. Don’t you see that children are chanting now? Maybe these two messy things can still be spread in the world in a hundred years. Even if the Xinyi Sect was still there, it would be difficult to say what development could be... Who would want to enter a broken sect that is laughed at every day and kills seven people...

The pen can kill people, but it is no less than a sword. This is the first time they have realized this.

They finally had an understanding of Xue Mu's difficulty. For a moment, many people were regretting it. They knew that they had set the timeline. No one took Xue Mu seriously. Thinking about it, if he had to betrayed someone else, he might not have caused Xue Mu to break the deadlock, let alone such a disgusting counterattack...

It is useless to regret at this time. A white-bearded elder sighed: "No matter what, I can't get out of my way at the moment. I will heal Kou Zhi first, and then discuss other things."

The elder who spoke was quite sensible, but you can tell from the expressions of most people that they wanted to seize power in the chaos.

What is the internal and external troubles? The chassis is still there, and the Zhenshi Ding still exists. It will never be worse than the Xingyue Sect in the past. Xue Qingqiu, a little girl, could survive and rise with Xingyue. These big men also felt that why could not be the leader of Zhongxing?

Civil strife in the Xinyi Sect is almost inevitable.

The tragedy is not only Xinyi Sect.

Almost at the same time, Xie Changsheng fell into Liudan River and planned to hide in the secret realm to heal his wounds.

The illusion array outside the secret realm was still the same, everything was as usual. Xie Changsheng let out a sigh, endured the headache and stepped onto the magic array at the entrance.

At this moment, the change suddenly occurred. The simple magic array that had entered the secret realm and then suddenly rotated violently. Thousands of souls resounded in their ears. Xie Changsheng bleeded in his seven orifices, and fell into the river with a bang, and died of anger.
Chapter completed!