The Hierarch Has a Black Moonlight

Chapter 58 Update

The author has something to say: Today is the second day of the update

Only then did I realize that being broken is a feeling I really don't like...

I don't think it should, it shouldn't be updated.

So I pulled out the lazy Smelly Little Dream for a beat, and went to code when I woke up.

Oh my god, I'm really a pig, there are only a few readers, what if everyone runs away as soon as I stop updating?

In fact, the reason why Xiaomeng really felt that "this road can't stop" was after seeing a Weibo of a certain author (hehe).

Today, in the comment section of a certain author’s Weibo, I saw a message she replied about a pit article saying, “Because everyone said that the Lily of Jianghu martial arts is not easy to write, so I will write other things first, and then I will write the original pit after I have gained enough fame.” , It depends on the market, otherwise it is easy to pounce", I really wanted to go up and punch her on the spot. (Didn't go up because I knew I couldn't beat them...)

Well, you dig a hole and don't fill it.But I want to write, I want to write, why can't I stick to my original intention (the author's first book is the martial arts in the half pit), why can't I stick to writing what I like, why "everyone says it's hard to write" Should it be abandoned?Isn't the liking of the small crowd not worthy of being a liking?

It's not fair to readers who liked that book.

I hate this kind of person very much, not only do I hate her, but I also look down on her, so Xiaomeng can't become like that. 【Well, neither can Xiaoyi and Xiaozhong.

What I like, what I love to write, what I pursue progress, I long for every book that is better, whether it is at the end or on the way, it will always be around my conscience, may it be a wall that will never collapse high walls.

I can't do it without filling it

I can't do it by seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages

Endless pauses I can't do

[Because Xiaomeng thinks of herself as noble, hehe.

Emotional in the middle of the night, words of righteous indignation, accept any diss.

If you happen to be a fan of that author and think she writes better than me, then while you scold me, can you point out where she writes better than me?

Attachment: My God, the ancient style of martial arts is clearly spicy and so good-looking! !When will everyone discover its chic, unrestrained and passionate place! !Hmph QAQ is such a good-looking subject, I can’t believe it’s a cold market. Although I’m not very good at writing, there are some good ones in it: Feng Geqin’s great "One Mountain Can’t Hold Two Gorgeous" is super beautiful in martial arts I'm not collecting money or tweeting about friendship (people don't know me like a pig), but I want to say that there are really good and beautiful Lily martial arts novels.Although it was not written by Xiaomeng for the time being, hehe, but it exists.

The number of off-topic words is a bit too much... I talk too much, so don't dislike me.

In the early morning of the next day, the muffled and miscellaneous voices of conversations entered Wu Jin's ears through the window like a mantra. Tie scooped it up and put it in his sleeve, half-closed his sleepy eyes and walked to the basin to take a picture.

Wu Jin glanced at himself reflected in the water, pulled off the towel beside him and wiped his face, then stretched out his arms.

The golden sunlight by the window sill shines on the water waves, and the copper basin seems to be filled with pieces of sparkling gold. Through the criss-crossing shadows on the screen window, you can probably imagine that there are already crowds of people outside. Gathered together.These disciples who rushed from all directions were almost all confidantes or blood relatives of the sect leaders, and they were also a symbol of the wishes of the sect leaders. They came here for the heroic meeting held urgently by the leader seven days ago.

The Qunyinghui, as the name suggests, is a gathering of heroes. All martial arts sects, big and small, will gather at the same place on this day to discuss the future of the martial arts for the next year.This huge ceremony is often only held once a year, and has a fixed time.Wu Jindu still remembered that time last year was in December when the winter plums were fragrant.

That time she rushed over to join in the fun, sat on the roof to see what tricks these people were up to, and threw a few poisonous miasma pills down to scare them.I didn't expect that this time this year, it would be held in advance. I heard that it was held on the spur of the moment by the leader of the alliance.

It seems that there is an urgent matter to discuss, and the heads of each sect and sect may not be able to spare time because of important business, so they sent a few disciples from the sect to participate in a symbolic manner. Of course, there is a bigger possibility, that is They didn't take the cripple leader seriously.

Yan Qimo, who hadn’t returned all night, was showing up in the room with breakfast at this time. Wu Jin woke up several times in a daze in the middle of the night last night. Every time he opened his eyes, he found that there was no one in the room except himself. Waiting for Yan Qimo, but in the end she couldn't stand the sleepiness and fell asleep unconsciously.

Strange to say, Wu Jin found that she had been getting more sleepy lately, and many times she didn't even know what she was doing at night, and when she lay on the bed, she quickly lost consciousness.Yan Qimo spent the night blowing the cool breeze on the hillside, watching the moon set and then the sun rise, the depression in her heart increased instead of diminishing, especially amidst Yunhua's endless complaints and nagging.

When I came back in the morning, I found Wu Jin's small body covered in the quilt, and her pink cheeks were flushed with heat and smoke. At that time, my mood suddenly improved, and it was more reassuring than watching the breeze and the moon all night. .

She estimated the time, filled the basin with water, and brought some breakfast.Wu Jin looked at the pastries of various colors on the plate, stuffed a piece into his mouth, and suddenly heard the sound of drums beating outside while eating, choked on the pastry in a hurry, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and pulled Yan Qimo: "Let's go! Go see."

Disciples of various factions in the main courtyard gradually gathered around at this time, and some guests who were idle outside the courtyard also entered the courtyard and stood in the crowd when they heard the sound of drums, and a Zhuang Ding came out pushing a cart at this time, Then everyone's eyes fell on it.

The person on the cart is Tie Chubo, who is the one who convened this meeting of heroes and the leader of the martial arts alliance who has been in charge for three years.With broad eyebrows and long beard, he was sitting on a wheelbarrow, with a dignified and heroic look on his face.

It's a pity that he is a cripple. Since his legs were paralyzed a year ago, all the martial arts sects have more or less dissatisfied, disrespected, and disdainful towards this "crime leader". He pretended to send a few disciples from the sect at random.

Wu Jin stood on the outermost edge of the crowd, stood on tiptoe and looked inside, then whispered to Yan Qimo, "If he sees us when he talks later, just nod casually and don't look at him." He added, "Don't reveal your secrets!" Yan Qimo's gaze was too sharp, if he looked at Tie Chubo as he did with the bandit last time, he would be discovered if he was not in the right place.

"Everyone—" At this time, Tie Chubo's voice sounded like a bell, and he cupped his hands in all directions, as a greeting, "Thank you, you have come from a long way, this time Tie has something important to discuss."

While speaking, Zhuang Ding, who was pushing the cart, gestured to the back, and then someone brought out two straw mats.

The straw mat was rolled into the shape of a barrel, and as long as the eyes were not blind, everyone present could clearly see that there were two corpses wrapped in it.

The straw mat was placed on the open space in the middle of the crowd, Tie Chubo looked dignified, and said: "Everyone, please take a look." Zhuang Ding who brought the straw mat spread out the mat, and then hurriedly retreated.

Wu Jin was aroused from curiosity when they brought out the corpse, but unfortunately she stretched her neck outside the crowd and could only see a bunch of jumping heads. She stomped her feet anxiously, turned her head and said to Yan Qimo: "Just stand here and don't go, I'll go ahead and have a look."

Seeing Yan Qimo's slight hesitation, Wu Jin quickly strengthened his tone: "Don't follow, it's right here!" He pointed to the ground under her feet, very solemnly.

It was really because of Yan Qimo's arrogant personality that exposed bad things too easily, and Wu Jin didn't dare to take her forward to take risks.

Yan Qimo was not very happy, but nodded her head: "Okay..." As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Jin slipped into the crowd.

Wu Jin was like a small fish swimming in the crowd, shouting "Give way" and "Give way, please", and easily and nimbly got to the front.

Only then did she see clearly that the people lying on the two straw mats were Wen Xu and Wen Hong, the father and son in Luoxia Village, whom she had just met not long ago.A lunatic, an unlucky son.

There were thin and long wounds criss-crossed across Wen Hong's body, one by one on his chest, arms, and back. The black blood in the wounds had solidified, and the corpse gave off a foul smell under the sunlight.

But everyone ignored this, only Wu Jin covered his nose with his hand a little bit, the main point of their concern now was why the former owner of Luoxia Villa, who had been wise for more than ten years, and his son Wen Xu both died violently.

The news of the two people's deaths has only come out so far, which is enough to explain one point - the people in Luoxia Village have been wiped out, and there is no survivor.

"Everyone, please look at these wounds." Tie Chubo pointed to the corpse on the ground, and said with righteous indignation.

What's so interesting about this, Wu Jin can tell at a glance that it is covered with scratches left by his own silkworm silk, other than that, there is almost no other weapon that can produce such scars in the rivers and lakes.The only thing that puzzled her was that Wen Xu's body was full of such scars, thin and long, and the blood around the wound was black.

Wu Jin could clearly remember that she didn't do anything to Wen Xu at all. At that time, seeing his sluggish expression after being deeply shocked, she knew that there was nothing wrong with this man, so she just ignored him.

"It's Wu Jin! It's this witch again!" There was an angry accusation from the crowd, Wu Jin turned her head to look, her face was a little familiar, but she had forgotten when she was the person she had offended.

Although not all the guests came today, many of them were directly or indirectly abused by Wu Jin, and they hated her so much that when they talked about this name, they all changed their faces of hatred.

Wu Jin didn't take it seriously, and nodded along with the crowd, also putting on a jealous expression.Shouts, accusations, and angry and just remarks were heard in the crowd, one after another like a cannonball.

But Wu Jin kept staring at the dead body in the middle, she was thinking, how did Wen Xu die?

"Yes, everyone is right." When Tie Chubo's voice sounded again, everyone turned their attention to the cripple leader again. "Wu Jin, the demon girl, came out to do harm again. This time, not only the two Wen Zhuang owners, but also the 83 people of Luoxia Village were killed!"

Amid the uproar of the crowd, Tie Chubo ordered people to rewrap the bodies of Wen, Hong and Wenxu and carry them away. He said solemnly: "Nowadays, the demon girl has ulterior motives and wants to poison the martial arts. All heroes must take more precautions in the near future, so as not to accidentally encounter the demon girl. His poisonous hands." Sighing with regret, he continued, "It's a pity that Tie has no talent, so far he has not been able to put this demon girl to death and eliminate harm for the martial arts..."

Just as they were talking, suddenly a beam of light flashed under the scorching sun, and a few celestial silks shot down from the roof and attacked the crowd.

The crowd dispersed in an instant, and each showed their weapons to resist.As for Wu Jin, she was almost astonished for a moment before avoiding it.

In addition to the sky silk, another sack was thrown from the roof, and when the sack fell to the ground, countless poisonous insects rushed out of it like leaping fish.All the guests rushed to chop with their swords, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

In this chaos, Yan Qimo narrowed her eyes dangerously and looked up at the roof, where a water-blue shadow stayed on it for a while, the sunlight reflected her sideways dress and bun, but did not clearly see her face and facial features.

This dress is what Wu Jin often wears, and Yan Qimo is very familiar with it.

The shadow flitted across the sky and left, leaving only the indignant shouts in the mess in the compound: "The witch! She will use such tricks!", "Wu Jin, don't run away if you have the guts!"

At this time, there are so many people in the yard, each of them borrowed some courage from each other, but they could still shout a few words.

In fact, when Tie Chubo mentioned "eradicating the demon girl" just now, everyone already had some thoughts in their hearts. After all, no one wants to be oppressed by such a contemptuous evil cult.At this time, "Wu Jin" openly bullied them, and it was extremely rampant. Immediately, some people began to echo Tie Chu and said: "Leader! If there is anything that needs to be dispatched when we eradicate the demon girl in the future, the Jiang School is obliged!"

As soon as this remark came out, it seemed to have given a heavy hammer to the other hesitant guests, and they followed up to show their determination. It seemed that this time, everyone was going to fight against the enemy.

And this "enmity" is precisely Wu Jin.

Wu Jin noticed that the Jiang School disciple who was the first to speak was flushed, which seemed to be due to the hot weather, and his cheeks and Tanglu's chest were covered with sweat.His chest heaved violently, and he could even see the blood veins underneath being vigorously throbbing.

She withdrew her gaze, followed Daliu and said, "The Flying Sword Sect and the leader are in the same spirit." But she was thinking about something in her heart.

Unexpectedly, he became the public enemy of the martial arts again. This feeling...is really exciting.