Chapter 518: Commander Mo's Little Plan, Gao Chuqi's Method, and Mo Xue's Order

"Master, it's not that I don't want to take action, it's just that our methods are far less stable than those of the smelly Taoist priests. If we explode with all our strength, let alone the Taiwei's Mansion, I'm afraid the entire West Street will be destroyed, and things will be messed up by then. ”

Sun Buxiu opened his mouth and explained to Ci Song.

Shang Han also nodded in agreement, still looking at Zhuang Ya and others who were fighting, "The strength of these four literary giants is much stronger than the previous ones in the Wei Mansion, and they only adopt the strategy of only defending and not attacking. This gesture is obviously to delay time, in order to force us to take action and then completely disrupt the situation. "

Speaking of this, Shang Han's face became even colder, and Ci Song understood everything instantly after hearing the explanation.

"Captain Mo wants to make the matter bigger. When the royal family intervenes, the matter will not end so easily. Capt. Mo can use this matter to propose breaking off the engagement. And this matter really started because of me. The royal family naturally thought It's a balance. The best explanation that will be given at that time is not to hold the responsibility for what happened today, and the price is to let me cancel the engagement. "

Ci Song slowly analyzed: "This is the result that the old fox, Captain Mo, wants."

"Good means, really good means. This old guy doesn't have any literary skills, but he does a good job in getting things done."

Ci Song said, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Shang Han and Sun Buxiu both looked pleased after hearing Ci Song's analysis. The young master has indeed grown a lot in the past few years of training. If it were in the past, the young master might not have thought of this level.

Faced with this difficult situation, Ci Song naturally had his own ideas. He turned to look at Gao Chuqi, who had been silent, and said, "Uncle Gao, it seems I can only trouble you."

"Trouble with Chu Qi?"

Shang Han and Sun Buxiu had doubts on their faces. In terms of combat power, Gao Chuqi would be the weakest among them if he didn't use the Mohist organ technique, but if Gao Chuqi really wanted to use it The Mo family's machine beast is not as simple as destroying a street.

Gao Chuqi nodded, walked forward, and said to Zhuang Ya and others: "Everyone, can you listen to what I said?"

Although his voice was not high, it seemed to carry an irresistible force that made everyone present stop their movements.

After Zhuang Ya heard Gao Chuqi's voice, he immediately stopped what he was doing. His talent and thunder skills receded like the tide, and he instantly became calm. He took a step back and returned to Gao Chuqi's side. around.

Seeing this, the four literary giants from Taiwei's Mansion also stopped their hands. Their figures floated back like four ghosts and stopped in front of the gate of Taiwei's Mansion that had been destroyed beyond recognition. The cracks on the door were like hideous scars, telling of the brutality of the battle just now. At this time, everything around seemed to fall into silence. The wind stopped howling, the clouds stopped fluttering, and even the air seemed to freeze. Everyone's eyes were focused on Gao Chuqi, waiting for his next words.

Gao Chuqi slowly took out a bamboo slip from his breast pocket, and then threw it in front of the four literary giants, "Do you recognize what this is?"

The four literary giants carefully looked at the bamboo slips on the ground. They were as black as ink, as if the deep marks left by the years on its surface. In this ink color, there was a faint jade-like luster, and the bamboo slips were Below, a streak of blood-red contrasts sharply with the surrounding black bamboo slips, making it particularly eye-catching.

"Is this... Mo Xue chasing orders?"

The twilight writer recognized the contents on the bamboo slip at a glance. A flash of fear flashed in his eyes. He stared at the bamboo slip and his whole body began to tremble.

"Yes, this is indeed the order of Mo Xue chasing. Now that you have recognized this order, you still want to stop us?"

Gao Chuqi's tone was calm, but it carried a bit of irresistible majesty.

"How is this possible? How come you have this order? This must be a fake!"

The tone of the youngest writer with a mustache seemed to suppress the huge uneasiness in his heart. He staggered to the bamboo slips, picked up the bamboo slips and looked at them carefully.

The Mo Xue Chasing Order, to put it simply, is the Mohist pursuit order. The Mohist disciples can activate the bamboo slips to target the enemy, and their bodies will be marked with indelible ink blood chasing patterns. No matter where the target escapes, the Mohist disciples can Use this pattern to catch up and kill the target with the pattern until they die.

The most frightening thing is that the Mo family has excellent reputation and popularity in the entire Tianyuan Continent. Many people who are helped by the Mo family will help the Mo family track down the target. Therefore, once the Mo blood pursuit order is launched, no matter where the target escapes, he will be punished. Endless pursuit.

The Mo Xue Chai command appears only a few times. Only those who have made great contributions to the Mo family or have received the inheritance of Mo Sheng can possess this command.

The last time the pursuit order appeared was 1,500 years ago, and the target of the pursuit was a sub-sage. Although that sub-sage evaded the Mohist family for nearly a hundred years, he did not die in the hands of the Mohist family in the end. Instead, he died at the hands of the Yashengs who had been helped by the Mo family.

That's why the four literary giants were so rude. If the bamboo slips in front of them were really Black Blood's fatwa, the lives of the four of them would have come to an end.

"If you don't believe that this thing is real, I can activate this order, and you will know whether this thing is real after you are marked with ink and blood chasing marks."

Gao Chuqi raised his left hand, and a wisp of ink energy condensed in his palm, gradually turning into a small ink-colored bird. It flapped its wings and flew high, like a living creature. A terrifying aura spread out from the ink bird, covering it. In everyone's mind.

Just as Gao Chuqi was preparing for the next move, the mustache writer quickly raised his hand and said, "No need. We will not participate in today's matter again. Please take back the treasure, Mr. Gao, and we will leave now."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you sure?"

The old writer continued to answer, "We became guests of the Taiwei Mansion. To put it bluntly, we just seek worldly fame and fortune, and never thought of risking our lives."

Hearing this, Gao Chuqi slowly retracted the ink energy, and the ink bird in his palm disappeared. Then he raised his hand to absorb the palm, He took back the order from the mustache-wearing writer, then walked to Ci Song and said, "Master, the matter is resolved."

"Thank you, Uncle Gao."

Ci Song bowed his hands, with a smile on his face, and turned to look at the four writers from the Taiwei Mansion, "You four are literary masters. If you really want to serve, you can be used by the royal family. The current prince is a great talent with a strong talent for literature. He may be a good choice."

"If you want to serve, Ci Song can be the one to introduce you."

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