At night, the Kangcheng of Song State, Purple Qihou Mansion.

Zi Qihou had long been confiscated and exterminated his family. The magnificent Marquis' Mansion was just an empty house at this time, but it became Mo Wentian's place to settle down.

When Zheng Yuer came to Song State, she knew very little, and her departure was silent, and did not alarm the cultivation world of Song State.

Be patient and drink with you, and stay with you all day without any time!

For five consecutive days, I have been with me, and even if I am reluctant to leave, I have to choose to leave.

A land of gentleness is also a hero's tomb.

A husband does a great job and should not indulge in his children's personal affairs.

Besides, this trip has been very happy, and my life has been carefully calculated and I have used elixirs to adjust my body. It can be said that I have made complete preparations and there should be a result!

Spring night is short, and this rare holiday honeymoon made Mo Wentian quite reluctant, but the news from Di State was already in trouble and could not delay it.

In the main hall of the Marquis' Mansion, he sat silently and silently, as if it was a mud statue worshipped in the Taoist temple, as quiet as silent. He sat here for half an hour, but he didn't move.

Suddenly, the two hall doors creaked lightly, as if they were slowly pushed open by the breeze.

The moonlight immediately poured in, and a scattered light and shadow fell on the ground. A short figure of man reflected on the ground and walked quietly into the hall.

The hall door was closed heavily behind it, and the light retreated like a tide. The hall returned to the darkness. The black shadow dangled forward and a respectful hoarse voice came out.

"Wang Ai of Shadow Hall, pay homage to the head!"

Mo Wentian nodded slightly, and a strange color fell from the tiger's eyes, shining on the short shadow, reflecting an orange-like cheek. It was not exactly Wang Ai, the owner of the Shadow Hall.

"The head of the sect, the identity of Mrs. Xu, has been found out. He is indeed the daughter of Xu Fu, an alchemist in Lu State."

Speaking of this, Wang Ai paused slightly and continued: "However, she still has another identity, that is, the concubine of Duke Lu."

Mo Wentian knew this, and pondered and said: "Since he is a concubine of Lu State, Mrs. Xu is naturally of noble status, but why did she break her dantian and end up in such a miserable state."

"The head of the sect, Mrs. Xu's dantian, was destroyed by Duke Lu."

Hearing Wang Ai's words, Mo Wentian couldn't help but wonder, and Yaran asked, "What do you mean?"

"The head of the sect didn't know that it was fifteen years ago. When the Eighth Prince was a guest in Lu, he was entangled with Master Honglian. The Duke of Lu not only refused to stop him, but instead wanted to give his daughter to the Eighth Prince as his concubine."

When he said this, Wang Ai's voice paused slightly, as if it was a language of organization, and continued: "The Master Honglian was naturally unwilling to escape from Lu State overnight and disappeared. Mrs. Xu went to ask Duke Lu for an explanation, but instead was sentenced to the punishment, broke her dantian and drove it out of Lu State, and since then she has wandered around Song State."

"I see!"

Mo Wentian understood a little. The foundation-building monk was broken into his dantian and his life span accelerated. Mrs. Xu was afraid that his life would be short, so she found Donglai Hou for help, hoping to find her daughter before she died.

Donglai Hou also borrowed flowers to offer Buddha. He knew that Wuji Zhenjun was searching for spiritual medicine and introduced the daughter of the alchemist Xu Fu, and wanted to give him a favor.

"Yu'er, send the order to Shadow Hall."

Mo Wentian pondered for a moment and continued, "Where is Lu Honglian, that is, Mr. Honglian, where is he?"

"Sect Master, don't check it."

Unexpectedly, Wang Ai burst into laughter and said, "The sand snake is Lu Honglian. He was controlled by Elder Ye's ghost-devouring heart-to-heart craft and has long obeyed our Wuji Sect."

"What?"

Mo Wentian couldn't help but be stunned. When he was sleepy, someone gave him a pillow. It was really easy to get it. He only knew that the sand snake was a subordinate of the fierce young master, but he didn't expect that he still had this identity.

However, since the sand snake is in hand, the mother and daughter will be reunited sooner or later, there is no need to rush to control the territory of the five states of Di State for a while.

"Your, you can continue to investigate the cause of Song Xingcai's death."

Mo Wentian sighed lightly, but said, "Young Master Wuliang has also speculated that Song Xingcai's death should be related to the fierce young master, but it was not his move. There is probably someone else behind this scene."

"Yes, the head!"

Wang Ai immediately responded respectfully. Seeing the head waving his hand slightly, he knew that it was inconvenient to disturb him again. He immediately clasped his fists and said goodbye. Explosive smoke appeared all over his body, turning into a ball of black fog and flowing out in the hall. It disappeared in an instant.

After he left, Mo Wentian suddenly rose from the seat, and he waved his hand and felt a breeze emitting.

"call!"

Around the hall, a fire candle suddenly ignited, and the candle shadow swayed, and the incense of the copper furnace had risen.

In the fire, the hall gradually became clear, shining like daylight. Mo Wentian stood in front of the hall with his hands on his back, his lips slightly moving as if sending a voice.

In a moment, five figures came quickly and walked into the hall together.

"Greetings to the True Lord Wuji!"

These five were headed by Mr. Wuliang, and the other four were no one else. They were the original heads of the four sects of the Song State, but they were used as guards these days.

"Everyone, you may have complaints about me."

Mo Wentian's first words made these five people inexplicably surprised and even felt frightened.

"Master Mo is too grateful to me for re-creating my gratitude. How dare he complain?"

Young Master Wuliang's expression became solemn. Obviously, from the heart, his Xuanyin Refining Method was greatly accomplished and taught by Mo Wentian the merit seal. The more he practiced, the more he realized that his sins were serious before, and he had already cleansed his face and became a human being again.

The seal of merit comes from the merit gate and is a supernatural power that is taught to people. As long as you practice, you will accumulate good thoughts. Even the traitors and evil people will make subtle changes and eventually become believers who abide by the good path.

Mo Wentian nodded slightly and looked at the four sects, but no one dared to look at him. For these four sects, it is absolutely impossible to say that there is no complaint.

It is easy to say that the Southern Heavenly Condemns the North Golden Sword, but the Eastern Iron Hand has always followed the leader of the Wuliang Young Master, but it can understand it, but Difeng Zhenjun is a little confused. How could he be willing to give up Difeng City?

"Young Master Wuliang, as a son of the Song Dynasty's king's family, if you stay in the Song Dynasty, you will have no future."

Mo Wentian smiled slightly and asked in a deep voice: "I wonder, do you have the idea of ​​starting a sect?"

"Start a sect?"

Young Master Wuliang was stunned. It was indeed as Mo Wentian said. Song State is now in power, and he is indeed not suitable to stay here again. He doesn't know where to go in the future.

However, although it is good to establish a sect, the Song State has no territory. Since Wuji Zhenjun asked him to establish a sect, it is impossible to grab food within his sphere of influence. The address of the founding sect is worth discussing.

"That's right, don't worry about fellow Taoists."

How could Mo Wentian not see what he was thinking? He immediately burst into laughter and took out a roll of map from his treasure bag. It slowly unfolded on the desk, which was two or three feet long.

"Please look at it. This is the map of Di State. You can choose the location of your own sect."

The candlelight shone on the map and reflected on the faces of the heads of the sects, all of which were filled with surprise. They obviously did not expect that after Wuji Zhenjun took control of the State of Song, he actually planned to take the State of Di into his pocket. That was the sphere of influence of the State of Darong!

I have heard that any sect that defects to Wuji Zhenjun will not be treated unfairly. The Lihuo Sect, Tianyuan Sect, and Xuantian Sect are sects on the verge of extinction. Now they are all the Jindan Sects of Song State, not to mention the Wuxiang Sect, which used to be just a cultivation family in Lanzhou, Zheng State.

But at this time, Wuji Zhenjun distributed the territory of Di to them. Is it true that he was sure of being sure, or was he just drawing a big cake?

The heads of the four sects remained silent, and they really didn't know how to answer.

"Okay, there are five states in Di State, which is just enough for us to divide."

Young Master Wuliang pointed his hand at the center of the map. It was a desert area. He laughed and said, "When I chose Shazhou, the sect is called Wuliang Sect, hoping to achieve a foundation."

The Di State has five prefectures, with a territory that is even twice that of the Song State. It is just a bitter and cold place with a smaller population. These five prefectures are Shazhou, Tuzhou, Shizhou, Zezhou and Yuezhou.

Shazhou is the location of Juncheng and the center of power of Di State. Prince Wuliang chose to establish a sect here, so naturally no one dared to compete with him.

When Mr. Wuliang made a choice, how could the heads of the four sects show weakness? They also pointed to the territory and divided the four states of Di State. In fact, it was fair and was distributed completely according to the direction.

Zezhou in the east was divided into Dongtieshou and established the Iron Hand Gate;

Shizhou in the south is divided into the South Tianjian and established the Tianjian Gate;

Yuezhou to the west is divided into the west land wind and establishes the Difengmen;

Tuzhou in the north is divided into the North Jindao, and the Golden Dao Gate is established.

Shazhou is located in the middle of the gate, which is Wuliangmen. The young master Wuliang is powerful and has already achieved the perfect cultivation of the Golden Pill. It is naturally the most suitable to have him here.

The five states of Di State were divided on the map. If the demon cultivators of the Great Rong State learned about it, what would they think?

The heads of the Five Sects suddenly became passionate. The past of Song State was like clouds and mist. Their new starting point would be in Di State. They set up a sect to make a comeback. I believe that they will rebuild their glory soon.

Late at night, the heads of the five sects bowed and naturally went down to prepare. Their goals were clear. After reaching the Zezhou people, they divided into five groups, namely the Jindan sect of the five prefectures of Di State.

In fact, it is said that there are five major sects in Di State, but they are all controlled by the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley and the Swallowing Spirit Hall. Their strength is not very good at all. However, the two veins of the Demon Sect are completely wiped out in the ground, and now the dragons have no heads and have turned into a pool of loose sand.

Moreover, according to the news from Wuji Sect, the heads of the five sects of Di State are all in Shacheng, and the five sects are all singing empty city plans. They have no combat power at all, so they can be directly taken away and turned into a foundation.

Once in a lifetime, it is almost time to re-establish a sect.
Chapter completed!