The wind rustles and the water becomes cold. The cold plums pass by and the thieves are afraid of the cold.

As Han Li slowly entered the Shuihe Temple, Liu Yi sat next to the dead man Chen, with a puzzled look on his face, "Master, this person is wearing a bamboo hat and can't see his face clearly. How did you know that this was a great man from the Mohist family?"

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Death Shichen laughed, and began to answer Liu Yi's questions in detail, saying, "Son, look, there is something on his waist. This thing is completely black and matte, and it is square and square, but there are twenty-four

Leng, anyone who has some experience in the world of martial arts should know that it is a giant ruler that is a token of the Mohist family."

Liu Yi stared hard at the object on Han Li's waist, "Juzi ruler?"

"Well, this Juzi Ruler is also known as the Juzi Divine Works. It ranks sixteenth in the Jianghu Weapon Chart. This Juzi Ruler is two feet long. When unfolded, it is three feet, three inches and three points. It is not so much a peerless weapon.

It is said that it is a ruler and a token." Chen, the dead man, said, "It is rumored that more than 140 years ago, Zheng Xuan, before he became Tongxuan, once commented that the giant ruler can 'measure the heaven and the earth, and judge the ghosts and gods'.

'. As for the origin of the juzi ruler, according to the "Historical Records: The First Emperor's Chronicles": In the thirty-sixth year of the reign of Emperor Yinghuo, a falling star descended to Dongjun and turned into a stone. "Mo Yu" records the history of Mohism.

It is also recorded in the book: When the stars fall in Dongjun, the majestic energy becomes a magical work; mortals can reach the heaven and earth, and common people can transform into gods."

Liu Yi immediately understood, "Is the giant ruler made of meteorites from outside the sky?"

"Yes, the giant ruler was made by the flying stars from the sky. However, all the giants of the Mohist family in the past dynasties had advanced and unfathomable realms, and there was no need for the giant ruler at all. Therefore, no one in the world has ever seen the giant ruler wield his magic.

The ruler is effective. The symbolic meaning of the giant ruler is far greater than its practical significance. Mohist disciples see the ruler as if they are seeing the giant child. With the giant ruler, they can mobilize hundreds of thousands of Mohist believers in the world. Haha, kid, this giant ruler

It’s the standard configuration of Juzi, do you think he is a Juzi from the Mohist family?”

Death Shichen finished explaining with a longing look on his face, his slightly wrinkled face filled with childlike excitement.

Liu Yi also looked at Shuihe Temple and said, "Oh! Daddy, master, five talented people, Juzi Hanli, only two counties, there are so many heroes! It seems that the masters in this world,

There are so many!”

Death Shichen gave a bitter smile and said, "Haha, wrong, wrong! My child, there are not so many masters in the world, you just met them all!"

Liu Yi also grinned bitterly, "Then I'm so lucky!"

Seeing the confrontation between Han Li and Wucai Zhenren, the master and apprentice stopped talking and looked towards Shuihe Temple in silence.

Outside Shuihe Temple, the fallen county soldiers had staggered up. Under the effective organization of the two county guards, they surrounded Shuihe Temple again. They all glared at Wucai Zhenren and were always ready to attack again.

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In Shuihe Temple, a small group of county soldiers who had just tried to attack Wucaizhenren, under Han Li's eyes, supported two Fan family tree-shaking warriors and slowly retreated. In the huge courtyard, only Han, the great master of the Mo family, was left.

Li and Wucai Zhenren, the master of Shuihe Temple, were like gods, silently opposing each other at the head and tail of the fallen Laojun statue.

"Wucai, Zhangwu Dawen, does it have something to do with you?" A hoarse and cold voice came from under the bamboo hat. Under the bamboo hat, an ordinary face was staring at Wucai master like a trance.

"It doesn't matter!" Wucai Zhenren's sharp eyes glanced into the distance, looking at where Liu Yi and the deceased Shichen were standing, not looking at Han Li.

Han Li said 'hmm', and his voice became colder, "Let me ask you again, does this matter have anything to do with your disciples in Guanzhong?"

Master Wucai tilted his body, looked up at the pine tree branch on the opposite side, continued to avoid Han Li's direct gaze, and coldly snorted, "Do you want to take care of it? I say Han Li, if you don't do well in the world, come to me." What are you doing in Heguan? Get out of here, you are not welcome here."

In the world of martial arts, chivalry, morality, and benevolence are all important, but the most important thing is strength. Just like the Wucai Zhenren at this moment, facing the menacing Mohist giant, he is not weak at all in terms of words and momentum.

"Last night, the thousands of lonely souls in the east of the city asked me to come and take a look, so I came!" Han Li took off his bamboo hat, revealing an extremely ordinary face. He threw the bamboo hat aside and said calmly, "I will do my best to be loyal." Those who violate the law and are careless must be punished, no matter how serious they are, those who plead guilty and lose love must be released, no matter how serious they are, those who use rhetoric and rhetoric must be killed even if they are lighthearted. This is the creed by which I walk, and it is also the iron rule of my Mohist school. Five Talent, you and I are both people in the upper realm. The gods in the Yushu realm should have the temperament and demeanor of the Yushu realm. You can make friends with them. If we really fight, it will not be good for anyone!"

Faced with Han Li's sarcastic words, Master Wucai raised his nose and scolded, "Oh, oh my! A centipede with hundreds of legs cannot fly as fast as a snake; a rooster with two wings cannot fly as fast as a crow. Han Li, Han Li, in my realm , do you still want to be a dragon flying in the sky? If you have the ability, you can find it yourself. You are in the imperial arts realm, and so am I. Am I still afraid of you?"

As soon as these words came out, the air in Shuihe Temple suddenly turned cold. Under the command of the county guard, the county soldiers had retreated thirty feet away. Everyone was staring closely at Shuihe Temple. Some were afraid of missing the duel between masters. Some people have angry eyes, while others are submissive and unable to hold their swords and guns...

"Hey, I have been a juzi for so many years, but I have not made any achievements or feats. I really feel ashamed of the century-old reputation of the juzi and the Mohist family. I only have some insights into the way of heaven and martial arts! I created something by myself, doesn't it count? Shang Daya’s little moves! Wucai, how about I try this move with you today?”

Han Li's voice was still hoarse. He slowly walked to the nearest tree, held the pine tree with one hand, and whispered softly.

Seeing what he was thinking about, the tall and tall pine trees shook slightly at first. Suddenly, the tips of each pine needle glowed with a little white light, which looked pearlescent in the sun, like thousands of mountains of pearls. It was really beautiful.

Just talking about this posture and the wonderful scenery, it won the officers and soldiers and Liu Yi's master and apprentice a "big win"!

Master Wucai curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Fashion is useless!"

Han Li raised his lips and said with a warm smile, "My tricks are good-looking and easy to use. Five talents, you will know after you try them!"

Then, Han Li moved his other hand slightly, pinching his fingers to make a decision. On an inconspicuous branch of the colorful pine tree, a pine needle slowly detached from the branch and flew towards Wucai Zhenren. The speed of the pine needle was determined by From slow to fast, gradually like an arrow leaving the string.

A small pine needle made Wu Cai's expression slightly solemn, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He didn't fight hard like he did with Death Shichen's Lan Gang Chen Sword. After a hand gesture, his mind was strong and full of energy. He slowly let go of the whisk, with its head facing Wucai and its tail facing Han. Li was stunned and stopped in front of his chest, motionless.

Then, Wucai Zhenren put the four fingers of his right hand into the palm of his hand, put his index finger into his mouth to wet his mouth, and with the help of the moisture, he drew a pale white word 'Shou' in the air, with a circle around the word. After finishing, Wucai Zhenren Vukong gently tapped the tip of the whisk's head, and the word turned into a clear stream, and went into the handle of the whisk. The whisk instantly spun on the spot, and the silk turned into a disc, spinning endlessly, like a round shield, even It's wonderful.

The pine needle, which started from slow to fast, went straight forward, piercing the rapidly rotating whisk. In the silent collision, the pine needle quietly brought down a slight wisp of silk on the whisk, and then fell to the ground helplessly.

Han Li seemed to have known this for a long time. After the first pine needle fell to the ground, the two pine needles immediately detached themselves from the branch and stabbed at the fly whisk in the same way. Then, three needles shot out at the same time, four needles shot out at the same time, five needles shot out at the same time, and so on.

With their roots growing together, golden light gradually formed in the water river view. Under the dazzling light, the county soldiers retreated another thirty feet.

When thousands of needles were fired, the tree was completely bare. At that time, the majestic air was dancing wildly in the entire water river temple, and the killing momentum of the pine needles forced the county soldiers to retreat a hundred feet away.

As the last pine needle quietly fell to the ground, only the handle of the whisk was left in front of Master Wucai. Forced by the last pine needle, Master Wucai took a big step back. Han Li

Then he took a big step forward.

Half a step forward or backward, the outcome is decided!

At this time, Master Wu Cai didn't look good, nor was he in a good mood. He had a fiery temper, and Han Li's moves were feminine. He was upset by these moves of overwhelming others with force, hiding needles in the fabric, and talking endlessly.

I am confused and my mind is consumed, so I am very angry.

However, he was also afraid for a moment. Although the two of them were both in the imperial arts realm, Han Li had already entered the country for many years and his realm was very stable. However, he had just entered the country. There was an invisible gap between the two. If Han Li had just entered the country with the pine needle

If you switch to a sharp knife, there is a high chance that you will be chopped into a lump of dumpling stuffing.

Master Wucai looked at Han Li's calm face. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Finally, his anger turned into anger. When he saw Han Li flicking his green robe, he pursed his lips and said angrily, "The great master of the Mohist family is like this."

Such kindness, I, Shuiheguan, should return the favor!"

Han Li's voice was still as cold as the stagnant water of Beiming, "My gift is too light, there is no need to return it!"

Master Wucai hated Han Li's expression of being arrogant and superior to all living beings. He became even more angry, threw away the fly whisk, and cursed, "Han Li, this is not your Han Li's Momen, but your Taoist master's and mine."

Shuihe Temple, in my territory, you have to listen to me, Taoist Master. If I don’t want to give it to you, you can’t take it away even if you want it. If Taoist Master gives you a gift, you have to accept it even if you don’t accept it!”

It seems that Wucai Zhenren's temper is not particularly good. Han Li's indifferent expression made Wucai Zhenren angry.

Inside Shuihe Temple, the light yellow mist suddenly rose again. Before Han Li could react, the county soldiers outside the Taoist temple retreated another twenty feet. The county guard ordered the soldiers to shout in unison, "Strong man, the thick fog is poisonous!"

Han Li sniffed it carefully and whispered, "Is it poisonous powder made from datura flowers?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li ignored the yellow poisonous mist floating in all directions. Instead, he cheered up and ran towards Wu Cai Zhenren with long strides. During the run, Han Li took off his raincoat, rolled up his sleeves, and was fully clothed.

Just like an old farmer.

Seeing his right hand transforming into a fist, a white light appeared at the tip of the fist, reaching a distance of an inch or so. The white light suddenly grew brighter, and Han Li swung out his fist, like a rainbow piercing the sun, and struck hard at Wucai Zhenren.

Wucai Zhenren was also angered. Faced with Han Li's powerful and heavy attack, he did not dodge or dodge. He dropped his shoulders and elbows, kept a steady stance on his horse, pretended to support his strength, used a tricky move with his left hand, and responded with a fist with his right hand.

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When the two fists collided, two streams of yellow and white air rose from the ground and shot straight into the sky, with astonishing power.
Chapter completed!