Red Heart Survey

Zhong Xuanyin poked out his thin face from the second floor of Dao Bi Xuan: "Zhong Liyan? Aren't you unwilling to join the cabinet? You didn't even come to the last meeting."

"Why are you unwilling?! Ridiculous! Rumors!" Zhong Liyan was furious: "How can a certain family back down when they contribute to the common people of the world? I just ask you to wait first. The millennium-old foundation of Xiangu is tied to this pavilion, and the delivery affairs Don’t you need time? I’m packing my bags and preparing to fully devote myself to the cause of Taixu Pavilion!”

There are not many cabinet members left in Taixu Mountain Gate.

In addition to the Huang relics who were on the journey of Jingwu, Zhong Xuanyin who was studying behind closed doors was revising the laws and regulations related to Taixu Illusion Realm.

At this moment, at the top of the Five Punishment Tower, the iron grating was slowly raised, and the high windows were opened. Ju Gui sat upright in front of his desk, raised his head among the piles of laws, and looked at Zhong Liyan from a distance: "Has Chu Ting agreed?"

"This has been decided a long time ago!" Zhong Liyan doesn't care about historians or legalists, and no one is accustomed to it. He pushed the credentials forward: "Can you read?"

Snapped!

Suddenly his eyes flashed, and the credential fell out of his hand.

Zhong Liyan held the heavy sword and looked at it with anger. Then he saw a figure in military uniform with a red background and gold trim, standing between the sea of ​​clouds, gradually solidifying from the void.

"Ha~~~ Yup." The gentleman yawned lazily, covered his mouth with the letter of credence, and said very casually: "It's noon, still taking a nap! How can you hear the dog at Taixu Mountain Gate? Call?"

Uncle Zhongli did not argue with the incompetent person, and only sneered: "Scare! Isn't this Lu Shuanghe's defeated general?"

This confident attitude and stern look made Dou Zhao feel that it was not Zhong Liyan who was suppressed by Lu Shuanghe's sword in Bingxu.

He even made fun of it!

"I'm taking a nap." Dou Zhao lit Zhong Liyan with his hand and pointed outward: "Don't throw the face of the people of Chu at Taixu Mountain Gate - get out of here."

"Napping is a good habit. It allows you to escape reality and daydream!" The iron-clad Zhong Liyan, of course, refused to leave. He grinned and said, "But did you sleep in the wrong bed? Go home!" This is our territory!"

Ju Gui and Zhong Xuanyin didn't speak at this time, and Huang Relic was watching from the side with his hands on his hips.

In the sea of ​​clouds, all the pavilions and buildings were dimly visible, and everyone in Taixu Mountain Gate was watching this place with great interest.

Dou Zhao had a headache.

Being bitten by thousands of ghosts in Abi Ghost Cave didn't seem to hurt that much. A clear line seemed to appear in my mind, flashing violently, jumping one after another.

"The surname is Zhong." Dou Zhao bared his teeth: "You have to be in front of so many people, right?"

"Damn it, my surname is Zhongli!" Zhongliyan was furious and jumped off the chariot when he mentioned Nanyue. Faced with the evil forces that dominated the position and refused to leave, he took the lead and took action!

Hoo ho ho!

In the howling wind, the sword body was stained with blood flames, and it was like it was carrying thousands of mountains and slashing down.

But he saw that the ravines burning with blood flames branched out into nine ravines, winding and twisting, all heading towards Douzhao. They do not pass through the air and do not affect the five elements.

Like nine bloody tunnels in the space barrier!

What martial arts lacks is foundation, and the more you go up, the less it becomes. After all, this is a newly opened road, and there are only a few martial arts masters in total. But the space is also vast and the possibilities are endless.

Speaking of which, as a martial arts master, his strength is also improving rapidly, becoming stronger day by day. Even though Zhongli Zhaojia was holding him down and beating him, this sword was still very impressive.

Dou Zhao raised his knife and pointed it in the direction of Dao Bixuan: "I told you, your surname is Zhong, don't forget it."

He was unruly throughout his life and never let anyone else. When his temper came, he would not care who was who. But this time in Abi Ghost Cave, he really accepted Jiang's love. He really couldn't stand up in front of that bastard. No matter how uncomfortable it is, I can only hold it in.

I’ve been holding back a lot of anger, and it’s time to release it!

Tianxiao didn't fix it so quickly, so he casually grabbed a dream knife to deal with it.

If Zhong Xuanyin is not satisfied, he will take care of it all.

If you get annoyed, you can just chop up Huang Sheli and Ju Gui, so that no one dares to watch him fight someone!

How could Zhong Xuanyin care about these young colleagues for so long? He just smiled and said: "Okay, it's not Taixu Pavilion's official business, so you don't have to remember it."

Before he finished speaking, Dou Zhao's figure had disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

The silhouette of Zhongli Yanxia also disappeared!

Zhong Xuanyin followed the traces and locked onto the battlefield in an instant - only to see that Zhong Liyan's armor had cracked, and a sinewy, shining golden arm strangled Zhong Liyan's neck, holding him down in the clouds, constantly Falling!

Just one touch...win or lose.

After Dou Zhao returned from the Fallen Immortal Forest, he was incredibly strong.

Zhong Xuanyin was a little worried about Zhong Liyan's physical condition, and was thinking about whether to take action to protect him. The cabinet member didn't seem to be in a good mood. If he accidentally missed his hand and injured the alternate Zhongli... he soon knew that he was overthinking.

Zhong Liyan's new battle armor was broken again, and his muscles were bursting with blood marks. The energy in his body kept erupting and being extinguished, but he was still in very good spirits.

He was imprisoned and kept falling, but he didn't know where to take out a hot ball of light as big as a fist, and he didn't know what kind of secret weapon it was, and swung it around Douzhao's face.

Zhong Xuanyin took a closer look and recognized it - Sun Gold.

The sun gold that people usually see is usually just scraps and is already a rare treasure. When those weapon masters add one or two grains when forging weapons, they dare to say that they want to forge famous swords.

Such a high purity, such a large piece of solar gold, the sun is so strong, it is really rare in the world...

Zhong Xuanyin was pierced by the light and closed the window silently.

But Zhong Liyan was holding the Sun Gold and waving it around in front of Dou Zhao, muttering: "I'll shine, I'll shine, I'll shine!"

But after falling all the way and being hit all the way, Dou Zhao didn't react at all.

He couldn't help but be a little confused: "Huh? Isn't this what ghosts are most afraid of?"

"Is it possible that the old man's collection is fake?"

He also reached out to pinch Dou Zhao's face: "What's your reaction now? Is it hot or not?"

Douzhao looked at him expressionlessly and punched him hard into the ground!

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"Today is a suitable play. He ignores the spirit of Mohism and does not take facts as the basis. He takes action on his own and is good at enlightening ghosts. He is a real puppet who punishes evil and promotes good, and he behaves like a tiger. He captures innocent people and spends eight years in unjust imprisonment. This is a big deal. The shame of the city, the scandal of the Mohist family!"

"Remembering that he has never had any bad deeds in the past, he respects the sect. He was ordered by the former emperor. He did not know the truth and followed orders. He also repeatedly performed great achievements and made great achievements in the colorful opera organization...After discussion, deprive the Minggui and the real puppet , remove the title of the master of the mechanism, remove his true biography, drive him out of the door, and no longer be allowed to use his ink name!"

The declarations of the elders of the Mohist family rang in the air in an orderly manner.

The rhythm is like the shark's teeth in the fourth quarter of the Vientiane Wheel. There is always an inexplicable pause after four to six notes.

Xi Xiangyi sat on the floor, packing her small box.

She's leaving.

To be precise, she was informed that she was leaving.

This city that had existed since she opened her eyes, the city that she had lived in for so many years, no longer had her house.

Xi Xiangyi thought that she didn't have any sad emotions, she just felt that she wasn't used to it.

This room is not big, with nine steps square, which is the standard size for true disciples of Mo Sect. Horizontally and vertically, the nine palaces are evenly divided. The whole room is made up of small grids that form a large grid.

The room is like a larger tool box, with front puppets, conchs, tail posts, wing strings...all accessories related to puppets placed in different areas.

There are forty-nine types of wing strings alone, with different materials and appearances, and they are all most commonly used by Xi Xiangyi.

The Mohists admired frugality, and Mohists often wore coir raincoats and straw sandals to practice asceticism to sharpen their minds. Live in a simple and narrow house, follow rules and will. After Qian Jinhua took charge of Juziling, the "New Mo School" developed and pursued a luxurious life.

Probably they shouldn't use "extravagant" to describe their pursuit. From Xi Xiangyi's point of view, we still have to look at the problem objectively - they are just some members of the "New Mo School" who are only interested in profit and extravagant.

It is undeniable that these people's ultimate pursuit of material desires has inspired tremendous creativity far beyond that of ordinary Mohists, and has greatly enriched Qianjilou's products.

That's too far.

Xi Xiangyi's thinking is always very divergent and unconstrained. Or maybe it’s a sign of creativity.

The core idea of ​​the "New Mo School" is actually "organs change life." Or more formally - "A gentleman controls a weapon, and everyone is like a dragon."

Everyone can live a prosperous and dignified life through the use of institutions - this was the vision proposed by Qian Jinhua back then.

Oh, I almost forgot. Xi Xiangyi is now a "New Mo School".

Although she does not particularly understand the spiritual program of the "New Mo School". Although there is nothing in her room except mechanical accessories.

But she is from Qian Jinhua's group.

Because of Qian Jinhua, he was in charge of the real-life puppet [Ming Gui], and because of Qian Jinhua, he was expelled from Jucheng.

In fact, she is not very familiar with Qian Jinhua, and she is not very familiar with everyone in Jucheng. What she was familiar with were those mechanisms, those parts, and the racks of puppets.

Qian Jinhua is also very busy every day, doing research, running business, and studying. When he had free time, he would patrol Jucheng and occasionally look at her, but he would only watch her making puppets and not talk much.

Anyway, Qian Jinhua is a big man, so he can do whatever he says.

If Juzi said something wrong, then she did something wrong.

If you do something wrong, you should apologize and be punished.

So she accepted being kicked out of Jucheng.

She's just not used to it.

The cycle of life is not torture to her, it is really confusing when the inherent order is broken.

"Huh." Xi Xiangyi suddenly thought of something, and took out a thick metal-covered booklet from his arms with great treasure, holding it in both hands and passing it forward: "The maintenance points of [Ming Ghost], as well as the previous [Ming Ghost] All the data on the operation of the ghost are on this. Give it to you."

"Ah...oh!" The Mohist disciple who was responsible for accepting the Mohist property took it blankly.

This Mohist disciple named "Mo Zhu", like many Mohist disciples, only knows how to get along with the creations of the agency and is slow to speak.

I want to say something, but I don’t know what to say.

"Hasn't she left yet?" At this time, there was a voice outside the door.

Mo Zhu hurriedly walked out the door: "I'm cleaning up——"

He was pushed aside by his face.

A man wearing a warrior scarf and a black silk arrow jacket walked in and looked at Xi Xiangyi coldly: "Go quickly, don't be an eyesore here."

Xi Xiangyi still looked like a little boy, with oil paint on his face that looked like tiger's whiskers, wrinkled his nose, didn't speak, and just kept calm.

"Let's go, let's go!" The man in the black silk arrow suit suddenly became furious: "It's not your home anymore!"

Xi Xiangyi's dexterous little hands suddenly stopped, and he closed the small box with a snap. Without saying or doing anything else, he picked up the box and walked out.

There are...many people outside the door.

People weren't there to give her away.

The look on people's faces was that of those gathered around the execution ground.

"Is she... the one who is known as the most talented person of our time?"

"I've never seen her before, how young is she? What a genius."

"Talented but not moral, there is no spirit of the Mohist family at all. Not to mention universal love, there is no humanity! She captured an innocent man and imprisoned him for eight full years!"

The crowd was discussing intensely, as if discussing the quality of a piece of pork on the chopping board.

Xi Xiangyi wanted to point out one fact - there was no eight years. In the year 3923 of Dao Li, Qian Jinhua had stopped the torture, claiming that he had finally found out the truth, and turned to Huang Jinmo to apologize. For the next time, Huang Jinmo refused to leave.

But there seems to be no difference between eight years and three years.

So she didn't say anything.

"Is there another one who went to the Unredeemed City back then? Where is Tie Tuisi?"

"I committed suicide a few days ago...don't you know?"

"Bah! Sangmenxing! One is Xiangyi, the other is Tie Tuisi! They are all good things they have done, and they have brought trouble to our sect master——"

"What a bullshit sect leader!" The man in black silk arrow robe suddenly walked out: "The Mohist family's reputation all started with Qian Jinhua. He is the eternal sinner of the Mohist family!"

Xi Xiangyi didn't listen to the rest.

She closed her sense of hearing and walked out of this city that always made the sound of turning gears in a world of silence and all kinds of gazes.

Where to go?

She stood outside the city gate, losing her direction for a moment.

She has lived in a huge city since she was a child, and puppets have been her life. She wipes [Minggui] twice a day, once in the morning and evening. Carefully inspect every key component and comb the pattern regularly. Only go on missions when necessary.

Her life is a resolute line formed by gears, moving forward at a fixed speed on a fixed track.

Now thrown outside of that order, she had no idea how to reconstruct herself—no one had taught her.

A shadow fell in front of him.

She raised her head and saw Xi Ming's very upright face.

Too decorous... she thought to herself.

"Where are you going?" Xi Ming asked.

"I don't know." Xi Xiangyi wrinkled his nose and said, "Why are you asking me?"

Xi Ming said calmly: "I am no longer a Mo disciple. Wherever you go, I will go."

"Aren't you in charge of Qianji Tower now?" Xi Xiangyi was surprised.

Qian Ji Tower is now considered to be in a very important position, and 50% of Jucheng's finances are supported by Qian Ji Tower. Xi Ming can be called "high position and power".

"Not anymore." Xi Ming said: "I am the 'New Mo Sect'. No, it should be called the 'Qian Mo Sect' now."

"Why are you from the New Mo School?" Xi Xiangyi didn't understand. She knew that Xi Ming was the most self-disciplined person, never extravagant, and she didn't show pretense to those 'New Mo' people who were well-dressed and well-fed.

Xi Ming smiled and said, "You are my sister. Whatever you are, I am the same."

Xi Xiangyi had never felt sad, but now she didn't understand why, her eyes felt a little sore.

She turned her head and said, "Then I'll walk around."

"Then let's go." Xi Ming said, "Brother, follow you."

Xi Xiangyi carried the small box behind him, took steps, and walked forward vigorously. Silk clothes and ribbons flutter like butterflies.

A man with a much higher fate than her followed behind her.

Under the setting sun, two shadows, one large and one small, move forward in parallel, neither close nor far away.

"Do you know that Mo Wenqin is Mo Jingyu's best friend?"

"He is dissatisfied that Qian Juzi used Mo Jingyu's death as a deal, and hid the truth for a long time without revealing it, leaving Mo Jingyu to die in silence... So he is very resentful, and it is not directed at you. In other words, Qian Juzi died too much It’s clean, his resentment has nowhere to release, it can only be directed at you.”

Xi Ming explained sentence by sentence: "The Mo Zhu who accepted the Mo family's property was Huan Tao's younger brother. Yes, it was the Huan Tao who later became a beheading demon - Mo Jingyu used to be with me. He said that he should take some time to get rid of the scum of the sect. We in the Mo family don't have the rule of sitting together, so Mo Zhu is not affected very much, but there will be some people who don't want to see him. He can understand your situation. "

Xi Xiangyi may have heard it, or he may not have heard it. But at a certain moment, I looked up at the sky. In my big eyes, there were clean and directionless clouds: "Why can't I grow up?"

"You just grow up slowly."

"They grow slowly, so they live longer."

"Yes, you will live long...long live."

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Note: "The original puppet has seven pieces, namely the front puppet, the conch, the tail post, the wing chord, the mysterious puppet, the spiritual pivot, and the limbs and teeth. The giant puppet is used to resemble a human being." - "Puppet Theory"