"...The Twelve Bookstores jointly issued a letter, so you fucking just watch them do it?" The scolding Fatty Zuo became more and more angry, "Damn, you really think that our Shanhaige has so many papers. Ge, just to print the words for the guy who couldn't hold back three words in Lu Shiyi that year?"

He cursed vigorously, accidentally choked on his own saliva, and coughed violently.

The chief deacon hurriedly stepped forward and poured him a cup of herbal tea: "Pavilion Master, please slow down."

"...Bah!" Fatty took the tea, took a sip, rolled his eyes, "This pavilion master's time is so precious, how can I waste it on scolding people."

"Little is wrong." The chief deacon hurriedly slapped himself, "Pavilion Master Jin Yuliangyan, how could it be a curse."

"Okay," Fatty threw away the teacup, "Hurry up, find a group of people, write a hundred and eighty articles for me in one night, and suppress me...what the Twelve Bookstores."

"Yes." The chief deacon responded quickly, paused, and then cautiously said, "Pavilion master, those twelve villages not only include Hanmei Villa, Bailu Bookstore, and Yuezhao Study, which are the most powerful in Xizhou, but also include other continents. The nine major bookstores in the world. Eighty-nine out of ten books read by scholars in the world are from these twelve houses. Now that they are arguing with monsters together, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find one that can compete with them..."

The chief deacon still dared not speak directly.

The Thirty-six Cities massacre was different from the previous desolation and miasma, and the city perished and perished.

As a result, this time, it was the demon clan who created the massacre, and many people saw with their own eyes the violent beasts biting their relatives. Second, if the disaster broke out, most of the people in the city would be swallowed up by the miasma fog, and it would be difficult to keep a living room. This time, although the monsters cannibalize people, although they are also devastated, there are many people who escaped.

Those who escaped spread the news, panic, anger and hatred together.

Shemale blood feud has a long history.

Just like the most popular saying of the scholars in the bookstore, "If you are not my race, you must have different opinions." Especially after the dark night, the demon clan of Thirty-Six Islands entered Qingzhou, which made the people of other continents nervous, and there were a lot of small frictions in the past twelve years.

Right now, the blood disaster in Thirty-Six City instantly blew the string that was already extremely tight.

Many reasons were mixed together, and the situation became so intense in an instant.

The Twelve Bookstores jointly released the arrondissement with such a huge momentum. On the one hand, of course, it was because there were definitely people behind the scenes, buying in advance, and even taking control of some bookstores. But on the other hand, it was also because the tragedy was shocking and too sensitive and sharp, and the Fairy Demon Association, which was to be held soon, attracted a lot of attention early.

The entire Xizhou is a vortex full of firecrackers.

Now someone has set the fire on fire.

In all fairness, the chief deacon believes that it is simply impossible to turn the tide with one hundred and eighty articles.

Zuo Yuesheng paced, scolded, scolded a few words, and stretched out his hand: "Bring those nonsense things they wrote, I will take a look."

"Yes." The chief deacon hurriedly held up a stack of articles that had been sorted out early but did not dare to take out.

Zuo Yuesheng had a gloomy face that was originally quite happy, and began to look like eating flies.

After the chief deacon handed over the stack of papers, he immediately bowed his head and stepped aside.

——You must know that in this case, the sharp edge of the accusation instantly spread to the monarch who had a tough attitude some time ago and asked the Imperial Beast Sect to release the blood contract. The various statements on it, although they dare not speak out, are inevitably roundabout and innuendo.

As expected, within three breaths, Zuo Yuesheng jumped up and cursed.

The last intact, valuable table died in an instant.

"What shit!!!"

Zuo Yuesheng sneered: "I don't cover the things in my bed tightly. I'm full of benevolence and morality, and I'm full of male prostitutes and female thieves. I'm embarrassed to spray feces on my mouth at this time?"

In the most exquisite private room of Feizhou, he "exported into chapters".

"There was no Master Chou who set the four poles, where did they get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and the time to nibble melon seeds to spray feces here. When the white-eyed wolf was holding the bowl, he knew how to call two mothers. I'm scolding my mother while I don't put the bowl away." Zuo Yuesheng became more and more angry, gritted his teeth, "Sooner or later, I will use their pile of shit, benevolence, righteousness and morality as toilet paper, and tear down their school and set fire to it. !"

Chapter 153

The chief deacon listened with sincerity and fear to his pavilion master scolding the world-famous Twelve Bookstores. He didn't dare to say a word, for fear of accidentally attracting the attention of the pavilion owner, and even chopped himself up. Fortunately, the pavilion master still remembers the urgency of the matter, and the importance of it is divided.

"Yuan Mu," Zuo Yuesheng took out one from the thick stack of articles, "Who is this guy? Why does Lao Tzu feel familiar?"

"Pavilion Master, this is the great scholar who is most proficient in calendars in Luoshui Shuzhuang," the chief deacon said quickly, ""Blue Sky Map" is a celestial map from this person, a celestial map that has been widely circulated for the twelve continents. Therefore, the generation in Yongzhou, Cangzhou and the eastern part of Lanzhou was quite famous. When the Kongsang Bai clan was still alive, he once regarded this person as a guest minister."

"Kong Sang Bai Shi's guest..."

Zuo Yuesheng thought for a while, and suddenly remembered something.

"The Story of Qing Ri is written by this old immortal?"

Twelve years ago, the Great Calamity of Qingzhou had just passed, and the dark night had not yet come. It was only the Qiu Bodeng of the little master Taiyi who cut off the Mutiansuo on Qingzhou Jinwu with a sword, implicated in the miasma fog in Qingzhouzhou. At that time, a lot of people who walked in the desert went the wrong way because of the changes in the flow of the miasma and the abnormal phenology, and died in the miasma.