Chapter 158 Asking the Heavenly Master

Having not slept much last night, Shi Qingxuan said hello and went back to her room to rest.

Hou Xibai was depressed and worried.

Zhou Yi was leisurely enjoying the surrounding scenery.

"Isn't it a good thing that Miss Shi can remember the contents of the Immortal Seal Scroll? What is bothering you?"

Hou Xibai came to his side, stood in front of a well and looked at his reflection:

"To be honest, Brother Zhou, I always feel uneasy when I think about disobeying my master's orders. It's not just because I'm in awe, but I also feel ashamed of Master Shi's teachings. My ancestral home is in Chengdu, and I was once an orphan with no one to rely on. Without Master Shi's upbringing and teachings, I would never have achieved what I have today."

His words were plain, but filled with genuine emotion.

Hou Xibai looks like a playboy, but he is actually a kind and gentle man. He devoted his later years to art and lived a peaceful life. However, he was killed while trying to save his apprentice.

"Brother Hou, you have a profound misunderstanding of your master."

"How do you know?"

"Look at your Senior Brother Yang. He doesn't obey your Master like you do. If you follow the rules, even if you practice Huajian Sect martial arts to the highest level, you won't be able to stop your Master's full-strength attack.

He is your master, so you should naturally be grateful and respectful to him. However, when it comes to martial arts training, your master will not be angry even if you are a little disobedient.

If he had the same temper as you, he wouldn't have been able to study Buddhism under Masters Jiaxiang and Daoxin. I heard from Master Daoxin that Master Jiaxiang was very angry with your master.

Zhou Yi revealed a teasing expression: "This is an old tradition of your sect. Being a good disciple won't work."

Is this a comfort? It doesn't sound like a good thing.

Hou Xibai looked at Zhou Yi and suddenly smiled, "If Master Shi had met Brother Zhou earlier, he would definitely have accepted you as his apprentice."

"No, no, no"

Zhou Yi waved his hands repeatedly, "Good fellow, aren't you turning Tiangang upside down?"

Who is Jin Chanzi?

"You may not believe this, but your master met me in his early years and even asked me for advice on Buddhism."

"What??"

Hou Xibai was shocked: "Brother Zhou, are you joking?"

Shi Qingxuan, who originally wanted to take a rest, also opened half of the window.

Zhou Yi was seen posing in a Buddha-worshiping posture, his expression solemn: "I once taught him the Way of Wukong, which is also a kind of Mahayana Buddhism."

When Hou Xibai saw him like this, he knew it was true.

"I still underestimated Brother Zhou."

Zhou Yi jokingly laughed, his solemn expression immediately broken: "I accidentally became Brother Hou's great-grandmaster, but it doesn't matter. From now on, we will discuss our own seniority."

His unconventional thoughts made Hou Xibai laugh.

At this moment, he couldn't help but forget what he was tangling with.

The storm is brewing, and undercurrents are surging in the Bashu martial arts world.

After receiving the corpse sent by Fan Zhuo, the Duzun Castle, which was deeply involved in the rumor of "Evil Emperor's Relics", Jie Hui was promoted from the Judge of Wulin to the Judge of the Castle and began to thoroughly investigate the traitor.

This matter can be big or small.

As long as nothing happened to Fan Caiqi, Fan Zhuo would not destroy the alliance between the three parties.

But even Xie Hui felt scared. At this critical juncture, if there was internal discord among the three families, Bashu would surely be in chaos.

On the day Duzun Castle received the body, it sent a team of people to look for Fan Zhuo and asked them to deliver their message.

A day later, several heavyweights came to Duzun Castle.

Xie Hui's son and Tian Dao's son-in-law Xie Wenlong came with his wife Song Yuhua. Song Yuhua came to visit Fan Caiqi specially.

Fan Zhuo was also very satisfied with Duzunbao's attitude.

"Grand Commander, would you like to meet these two?"

Deputy Gang Leader Yan Chongxian came personally to deliver the message: "There is no impenetrable wall. The information channels of Duzun Fort are densely distributed throughout Bashu. It seems that they are coming here specifically for you."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly:

"I'm quite casual. If they ask and want to see me, please ask Gang Leader Yan to bring them here."

Being confident makes you different, Yan Chongxian sighed in his heart.

All the major forces in the world came to Bashu, all of them were looking for Duzun Fort. The attitude of the fort's master could largely determine the attitude of Bashu.

I have never seen such a tough foreign guest.

Yan Chongxian gained new insights and left with a smile. Of course, he was not as insightful as Zhou Yi.

It's useless for the big bootlicker Wulin Judge to say anything he wants.

If Jie Hui could break his promise to Song Que, who was both his relative and his good friend, what about him?

After gradually understanding the recent situation in Bashu, Zhou Yi had his own plans and did not want to give face to Duzunbao in vain.

But

About an hour later, after the two major forces in Bashu exchanged greetings at the Sichuan Gang headquarters, Yan Chongxian left and returned.

In addition to Fan Caiqi, there were two other people traveling with them.

A man with a tough face, wearing a wide cloak and a long sword hanging from his waist, and a young noble lady wearing gorgeous Shu brocade.

Since the other party came to him on his own initiative, Zhou Yi couldn't help but be polite.

However, the smile on his face seemed a little distant, making the two distinguished guests from Duzun Castle unable to guess what he was thinking.

Xie Wenlong and Song Yuhua were both looking at the young man in white in front of them.

Apart from his handsome appearance, what is even more important is his demeanor. He is obviously younger than them, but at first glance, he gives people a similar feeling as facing Lord Jie, which makes people try to guess his thoughts in order to avoid his bad habits.

"Xie Wenlong has met with Grand Commander Zhou. My father really wanted to come to the Sichuan Gang to meet with the Grand Commander, but he was busy with matters in the fort, so he sent me here to say hello."

He clasped his hands together, and Zhou Yi raised his hand in return:

"Your Highness is very kind. Lord Jie is well-known in Sichuan and Bashu. How could I dare to trouble you to come in person? I will just wait until I have finished catching up with Boss Fan and then I will definitely go to Duzun Castle to pay a visit."

He said this without specifying a time limit. Who knows how long he will stay in the Sichuan Gang?

But if Xie Wenlong invited him into the fort, he would not be able to speak.

If it were an ordinary person, Xie Wenlong would have just walked away.

But this man was not only the overlord of Jianghuai, he also extended his hand to the Central Plains, and had the support of Taoism, which clearly made him not an "ordinary person".

Song Yuhua on the side smiled softly and continued:

"Grand Commander, please don't be so formal. My father wrote to me last time, saying that my second brother was being looked after by you in Nanyang. As your elder sister, I absolutely cannot ignore this kindness. I only hope that the Grand Commander will come to my humble fort soon so that I can hold a banquet to express my gratitude."

Her words sounded more sincere, making Zhou Yi's smile more friendly.

Of course, this friendship is not only for the Du Zun Fort at the moment.

"One thing at a time, I have a close relationship with the ancestors of the Lingnan Song family. Once I meet the head of the Song family, it won't be surprising to hear about the Nanyang incident."

Although Song Yuhua is a married daughter, she still respects her father very much.

After hearing this, I became very curious.

But Zhou Yi kept silent about it, which obviously showed that her level was not high enough.

So he suppressed this thought and walked forward to exchange a few more words of greeting.

Zhou Yi was very polite from beginning to end, but he always gave people a feeling of being unapproachable, which is in line with the essence of the martial arts judge's licking but not getting.

When he left the Sichuan Gang headquarters, Xie Wenlong was full of confusion.

"Yuhua, this Grand Commander Zhou seems to be somewhat hostile to my family. Is this my illusion?"

"Of course not."

Song Yuhua sat in the carriage and whispered:

"Ever since the turmoil in the world, my father-in-law has been taking a wait-and-see approach. But after receiving a letter, his attitude has changed dramatically. The two of us have come here this time without any real sincerity. Even if we invite him to the castle as a guest, it would only be a meal and a show of hospitality."

"He came here for the support of the Bashu forces. If he had seen through the situation earlier, given his status, why would he have hesitated to attend a banquet?"

Xie Wenlong nodded: "That makes sense, but if he wants to take over Bashu, how can he avoid my Duzun Fort?"

"Wenlong, this is a different time."

The melancholy on Song Yuhua's face grew more intense. "We shouldn't get involved in the affairs of the Evil Emperor Temple. Now that the demons are watching, and we can't produce the Evil Emperor's relics, if there weren't Buddhist monks guarding the fort, who knows what kind of trouble we'd cause."

Xie Wenlong patted her hand and comforted her:

"Don't panic. Dad has reached an agreement with the Holy Land of Martial Arts. Masters from Dongdu and Guanzhong will soon arrive in Bashu. We'll take this opportunity to clarify things. Once the demonic power dissipates, this matter will be resolved. If they persist, I, the Duzun Fort, am not afraid of a fight."

Feeling that the topic was heavy, he asked again:

"I wonder what the relationship is between this Grand Commander and your ancestors?"

"I'm afraid only father knows." Song Yuhua frowned and said, "From the letter father sent, it seems that he has a good impression of this Grand Commander, whom he has never met. Add to this their past, and if these two meet, my Song family will probably be on a completely different path from Duzun Fort."

Xie Wenlong naturally understood what she meant.

But the decision of the Supreme Castle was not made by him:

"There are many masters in the Wulin Holy Land, so don't worry about the matter of the Evil Emperor Temple. As for the decision of Du Zun Fort, let's wait until this person meets with my father. Besides, among the three major forces in Bashu, only the Sichuan Gang leans towards Jianghuai."

On the way back to Duzun Castle, the two talked non-stop.

Having lived in comfort in Bashu for so long, they are really not used to the current turmoil.

Zhou Yi rested in the Sichuan Gang for three days. In the evening, after meditating, he was about to find Shi Qingxuan to ask about the Immortal Seal.

The peaceful Sichuan Gang headquarters suddenly became turbulent.

In the martial arts hall, eight elders of the Sichuan Gang lined up on all four sides.

Fan Zhuo sat on the main seat, staring at the guests in the hall.

The middle-aged man was wearing a plain black robe. His face was just ordinary. At first glance, he looked like a travel-weary wanderer, but his eyes were extremely deep, and a gleam of light occasionally flashed in the center of his pupils.

Although he was surrounded by Sichuan Gang masters, he did not panic at all.

Only a great martial arts master can possess such magnanimity.

Fan Zhuo was naturally not afraid on his own territory, but he did not call on his gang members to come and help, just because he did not want to make a big deal out of it and be targeted by the Demon Sect.

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and said impatiently, "Boss Fan, didn't your son bring you any message?"

Fan Zhuo stood up and said, "Thank you for showing mercy, my son was the first to offend me, and he should apologize. I wish to resolve this feud with you."

"Hahaha."

The middle-aged man laughed heartily. "Resolving the grudge is very simple. You fight me. If you can defeat me, you can kill me and I will have no regrets. If you lose, you can lend me your ancestral martial arts."

The eight elders of the Sichuan Gang were intimidated by his demeanor and all showed a look of surprise.

Fan Zhuo also had the desire to fight. His previous thoughts were wrong. It seemed that this person's purpose was to fight.

but

Fan Zhuo had lived in comfort in Bashu for a long time, and he thought that if the ancestral martial arts were lost in his hands, he would be letting his ancestors down.

When he was worried, the middle-aged man showed his carefree and domineering attitude of being indifferent to life and death.

When the elders of the Sichuan Gang saw this, they knew that their leader had little chance of winning.

The middle-aged man's face turned cold: "Why, Boss Fan doesn't dare to fight?"

"Boss! Be careful of traps!" An elder shouted, giving an excuse.

Fan Zhuo reached out to stop him: "Give me my gun."

Fan Caiqi, who was standing at the side, saw the middle-aged man in the hall laugh again, and a layer of terrifying demonic energy surged from his body, and she was secretly worried.

At this time, Hou Xibai gently waved his folding fan and slowly walked over before Fan Zhuo.

His injuries had completely healed, his skills had improved, and he spoke with confidence:

"I wonder which sect you belong to?"

Fan Zhuo looked at Hou Xibai's sexy beauty fan and suddenly felt that this boy was much more pleasing to the eye.

The middle-aged man looked at Hou Xibai with a strong fighting spirit:

"There are many people in the martial arts world who have fought against me, but you are a little special. If you beat me, I will tell you the truth."

Hou Xibai didn't say anything, but just continued to fan himself.

The rhythm of his fan-waving was actually similar to the demonic sound power of the Yingui Sect, making a slight "ho ho" sound. If one was not careful, one would be distracted, and he would take action at this moment.

But the middle-aged man remained motionless, completely unaffected by this technique.

After the test failed, Hou Xibai took the initiative to attack.

His fan technique has a natural and elegant aesthetic quality. Combined with his flower-walking footwork, not only are his moves dangerous, but they also give him the air of leisurely strolling among flowers.

The middle-aged man opened his hands and a strong demonic energy surged out.

Hou Xibai fanned into the demonic energy, sensing the opponent's fierce strength, and immediately used the Hundred Flower Styles to stir up the demonic energy with a little effort.

Taking advantage of this gap, he kicked his opponent in the abdomen.

The middle-aged man spun around and unleashed his magic power once again. He clapped his hands and immediately thousands of phantoms appeared, his two palms spinning and moving back and forth in front of his chest.

Each of his palms had a different flavor, some were fierce, some were swift, and some carried the shadow of swords, spears, and halberds.

Hou Xibai folded flowers in hundreds of ways, and he became more and more anxious as he took them apart.

It felt like I wasn't fighting one person, but a group of people.

The opponent no longer has two hands, but six or eight arms, and the martial arts used by each hand have the characteristics of all parts of the country, as if various martial arts are integrated into them.

This was the first time Hou Xibai encountered such a strange magic skill.

Gun Master Fan Zhuo didn't blink, and the surrounding Sichuan Gang elders all raised their palms to disperse the strong wind.

The coffee table and high chairs around the two of them had already broken apart, and the spears and halberds on the weapon racks around the martial arts hall were all shaking.

Hou Xibai used all the 100 styles of folding flowers, but the middle-aged man's moves seemed endless.

If he hadn't improved his skills this time, he would probably have been defeated.

At this time, he relied on his wonderful footwork and the method of releasing force to continue fighting with him.

Before taking action, he had no idea that his opponent would be so difficult to deal with.

Hou Xibai waved his folding fan, sweeping across a large area of ​​sharp wind, creating a gap under the palm shadow and jumping out of the palm shadow range.

Regain your strength and prepare to change your tactics and fight.

The middle-aged man did not pursue, but said with a smile: "Good fanning, then I will do something serious."

Everyone was stunned to see him cross his eight fingers on both sides, extend his thumbs outwards, and make the Taoist Golden Wheel Ruyi Seal.

The true energy in his body suddenly rose several levels, and powerful magic power rolled in his palm.

Using the Taoist method to stimulate the demonic energy, in an instant, the demonic energy became a murderous aura that was completely different from the real demon in the coffin palace.

He really wasn't bragging, it was just a small test!

A young man standing not far from Fan Zhuo couldn't help but shrink his neck. He was Fan Yan, who had brought this terrifying old demon here.

At this moment, his body trembled slightly, knowing that he had caused a big disaster.

At this moment, the footsteps of Deputy Gang Leader Yan Chongxian were heard from behind the martial arts hall.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw a horrifying scene in the hall.

The gang leader is indeed insightful. If we provoke this old devil, there will be endless troubles.

The old demon glanced at Yan Chongxian and was about to try Hou Xibai's moves again when a clear voice suddenly echoed around.

"Boss Qiu, stop it."

The moment the voice rang out, the evil spirit around the middle-aged man seemed to be pulled and trembled.

For the first time, he showed surprise.

Then, a familiar figure in white slowly walked over from where Yan Chongxian had just come from.

The masters of the Sichuan Gang looked at each other. The old demon who was about to show off his magic power suddenly stopped, stopped all his demonic energy, and turned into an ordinary middle-aged man.

His eyes seemed to be much clearer.

Like all the elders, Fan Zhuo also looked towards the source of the sound.

I was surprised. I didn't expect the commander-in-chief would use this method to settle the matter.

Qiu Qianbo had already come forward and bowed with both hands to greet him. His transformation from a fierce and ferocious man to a gentle and polite one made everyone very uncomfortable.

"Tianshi."

Qiu Qianbo's voice was filled with apology: "Qiu didn't know that the Heavenly Master was here. I apologize for the inconvenience."

Zhou Yi didn't mind, and it was Fan Zhuo's son who was rude first.

"Why did you come to Bashu?"

Qiu Qianbo said, "I wanted to experience various martial arts, so I wandered around the Nine Provinces. Some time ago, I traveled to Mobei and encountered Jie Li's Golden Wolf guards heading south. Among them was a man I had my eye on as an opponent, so I followed him all the way to Bashu."

"That day, Gang Leader Fan's son had his horse stolen by a horse thief. He mistook me for the thief, and that's why he came to borrow Gang Leader Fan's martial arts techniques."

Zhou Yi couldn't help but glance at him again, and suddenly thought of Hou Xibai's injury: "Who is the opponent you have your eyes on?"

"His name is Dun Yugu, and he is the younger brother of Martial Master Bi Xuan."

Hou Xibai reacted: "So it was him."

"Do you know where he is?"

Zhou Yi asked, but Qiu Qianbo shook his head:

"I don't know. I haven't seen Jie Li's men since they entered Bashu. I've only encountered the Western Turkic leader Tong Yehu's men and many Tuyuhun masters. They seem to have contacted the Bameng people."

Although Tuyuhun did not have any top masters, it was famous for having many first-class experts.

The entourage and guards of Fu Qian, the son of Fu Yun, the king of Tuyuhun, alone numbered fifty first-rate men.

If Qiu Qianbo knew where Dunyu Valley was, he wouldn't have to look for Fan Zhuo.

Zhou Yi didn't ask any more questions, but just spoke up to help Qiu Qianbo and the Sichuan Gang resolve the misunderstanding.

Boss Qiu would never pursue such a small matter, but Fan Zhuo knew how to behave himself and asked his son Fan Yan to come over and serve tea to apologize.

A troublesome matter was resolved with just a few words.

Fan Zhuo had a general idea of ​​Qiu Qianbo's character.

It turns out that his terrifying magic skills were just a cover-up. He was actually a sincere person who was obsessed with martial arts and wholeheartedly pursuing the path of martial arts.

Fan Zhuo admired him and wanted to invite him to dinner to enhance their friendship.

But Qiu Qianbo decisively refused.

The socializing and worldly affairs of the world no longer interested him.

Boss Qiu simply looked at Zhou Yi, wanting to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Before leaving, he asked devoutly:

"Qiu has a question I'd like to ask, I wonder if the Heavenly Master would be willing to answer it."

"Ask."

Qiu Qianbo took a long breath and said:

“In my early years, I was obsessed with martial arts and always practiced behind closed doors. Unfortunately, I had no magical method until I obtained the Dao Heart Seed Demon from the Coffin Palace.

However, this skill was not complete. Later, he saw the secret of longevity in Jiangdu but was unable to practice it. So he traveled all over Kyushu, learned various martial arts, and then used the martial arts insights he gained to re-experience the secret of longevity and the magic of the Tao heart.

Over the years, day and night, I have painstakingly forged a difficult path, which is to integrate all the martial arts of Taoism and Demonism into my palm.

At first, he made rapid progress, but as he gained more power, he felt more and more lost, and even had many inner demons, as if he was about to lose his mind.

I've been feeling lost lately, not knowing how to proceed on the path of martial arts training. Is this the path to ultimate martial arts? Can Master Tian help me understand this?"

Zhou Yi was very surprised. Qiu Qianbo's ideas caused ripples in his calm heart.

This question was extremely complicated. If he had asked specifically about this miraculous palm technique, Zhou Yi would not have been able to answer.

But when it comes to the ultimate in martial arts, we can actually go back a little further.

"Your integration into the Myriad Laws Refining Palm naturally drains your spirit, causing demons to grow within you. This is an extremely difficult path, but you will be able to emerge from the Coffin Palace. You must trust in your own martial arts will, using it as a sword to cut through all obstacles and overcome all mental obstacles."

"The balance between Daoist and demonic skills must be sought. When Daoist and demonic skills merge, the ultimate yin and yang will become one, thus shattering the void."

Zhou Yi finished speaking while looking at the dark and deep sky outside the hall, and Qiu Qianbo suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

"Thank you for the guidance, Master!"

This great master of the evil way knelt on his knees, bowed, and then flashed out of the Sichuan Gang's martial arts hall, and once again fled into the world of martial arts.

When the elders of the Sichuan Gang were shocked, Fan Zhuo, the gun master of Bashu, chased Qiu Qianbo's back all the way to the door.

Looking at the direction where he went away, a huge sense of loss surged in my heart.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Fan Caiqi woke up from the conversation and chased after Fan Zhuo.

She saw that her father's face was filled with deep thought and reminiscence, and he pointed to the place where the old demon had left:

"I had the same dream back then, but I didn't dare pursue it. Later, I earned a reputation as a gun master in Bashu, but my so-called dominance faded away in the comfort of life. Hearing about his experience, I feel a sense of loss."

With a swish sound, Hou Xibai opened his folding fan.

"Who knows the deep meaning of madness? It turns out that his heart is devoted to Wu Ming."

The wealthy young man smiled carefreely, "Boss Qiu is indeed admirable, but in life, one shouldn't always dwell on a withered flower. Boss Fan is just as wonderful in Bashu."

"Yes, Dad, why have you become so fussy? You should be as free and easy as a young master."

Fan Caiqi looked at Hou Xibai, her beautiful face full of admiration.

The Gun Master frowned, and his disappointment was almost gone.

When he looked at Hou Xibai, his eyes seemed to have regained the dominance of the past.

He warned his daughter, "Mr. Hou is a sentimental man. How can he be sentimental if he is not free and easy?"

"Oh, what a shame~~!"

Hou Xibai waved his hands and pointed at Zhou Yi with his folding fan: "The Grand Commander is here, so why would I be so sentimental?"

Fan Zhuo and Fan Caiqi couldn't help but glance at the girl in blue not far from Zhou Yi. She was staring at someone intently.

The girl noticed the bored looks, smiled calmly, turned around and walked back from the martial arts hall.

Although Qiu Qianbo retreated, the impact of this incident lingered for a long time in the minds of the core elders of the Sichuan Gang.

They dominated Bashu, but had never come into contact with any top martial arts figures.

I haven't done much in-depth research on martial arts.

Therefore, the conversation between Zhou Yi and Qiu Qianbo was truly shocking to them.

The top figures in the martial arts world were discussing "breaking the void".

Although they didn't quite understand these martial arts concepts, it didn't affect their approval of Fan Zhuo's decision.

They could clearly see the attitude of such a powerful master of the Demon Sect when he met the Grand Commander.

As night falls, lights are everywhere in the Sichuan Gang.

After dinner, Shi Qingxuan went back to her room and stayed there for a while. When it got darker, she half opened the window and saw Zhou Yi still meditating beside the ginkgo tree.

So he pushed the door open and walked out.

"Miss Shi, has the Immortal Seal Scroll been revealed?"

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."

She sat by the well, handed a roll of silk to Zhou Yi, and then remained silent.

After Zhou Yi showed a strange expression, she still didn't say anything.

"As it arises from a single thought, so it ceases from a single thought. Where birth and death cease, the energy of cessation arises."

"this"

Zhou Yi also saw the five energies of “life root, ascending, level, pervasive and descending”.

Then there are the "three channels of the center, left, and right," and the "seven chakras: crown chakra, brow chakra, throat chakra, heart chakra, navel chakra, sacral chakra, and root chakra."

Obviously, this is the Indian method of practicing the five energies, three channels, and seven chakras.

It was mentioned in the Kama Sutra given by Fu Nanda before, but there was no method to practice it.

The volume given by Shi Qingxuan provides a detailed introduction.

"Could this be the 'Day-Changing Method'?"

Shi Qingxuan said, "Why do you think the Grand Commander is interested in the Sun-Changing Technique? This is an Indian martial art left behind by Senior Tyrant Blade Yue Shan. He exchanged the Forty-Nine Styles of Tyrant Blade for an Indian ascetic monk. It has nothing to do with the Immortal Seal."

"Didn't you show it to me?"

"No, you peeked."

Zhou Yi reacted very quickly and immediately turned the silk over. Sure enough, the back was the "Immortal Seal."

Only then did she realize why it took her so long to perform the Silent Death Seal.

It turned out that the Day-Changing Method was also recited silently.

Zhou Yi stroked his chin and suggested, "How about this? I'll give you a set of Daoist authentic sword energy flow techniques and teach you the Buddhist mind meditation technique, in exchange for the Sun-Changing Technique I mistakenly saw. How do you think that is?"

"don't want."

"Could it be that Miss Shi wants my Taiping Hongbao?"

The girl smiled and said, "No, it's just a scroll of secret manual, it's nothing serious. I'll owe it to the Grand Commander first."

Zhou Yi glared slightly, but when he met that innocent look, he couldn't get angry, not to mention that the other party meant well.

Forget it, I will find a way to repay my debt after I put down the rebellion in Bashu.

Although this Sun-Changing Method is an Indian method, it also has some research value. It conforms to the essence of "destruction before establishment, failure before success", so I began to read it carefully.

Shi Qingxuan was originally curious about things like Qiu Qianbo and the broken void.

Seeing that Zhou Yi was immersed in martial arts, he did not disturb him and turned back to the house.

There were some musical scores, medical books, and Mohist books on mechanical devices in her room.

Compared to martial arts, these are the things that fascinate her. So even if she lives alone in a secluded forest, away from worldly affairs, she can still enjoy it and never lack interest.

Shi Qingxuan was reading ancient books by the window by the light of a lamp.

I looked up when I heard voices outside.

Hou Xibai was dragged out for a walk by Fan Caiqi and just came back at this time.

Zhou Yi then talked to him about the Immortal Seal.

After suffering another defeat at the hands of Qiu Qianbo today, the wealthy young man stopped thinking about it and focused on learning this method that would be of great use to him.

The two chatted about martial arts for only one day.

On a rare sunny day, the Sichuan Gang welcomed two very special guests.

The two men were about forty years old, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin. They were each wearing a black martial arts uniform with coffin cloud patterns embroidered on the sleeves.

The tall man was carrying a large vermilion coffin, which was very dazzling in the sunlight, and walked towards the Sichuan Gang as if no one was around.

There were a large number of people in the headquarters, but when they saw these two strange and sinister guys, no one stopped them.

Firstly, the gang leader Fan Zhuo had given the order, and secondly, he had already seen the origins of these two people.

The Coffin Palace is a real devil!

Even in the peaceful Bashu, people have heard of the vicious and strange name of the Coffin Palace. It is said that the real demons in the coffin are all masters, and they all possess the real demonic evil spirit that is difficult to guard against.

How can one not feel chilled by such a wicked guest?

Deputy gang leader Yan Chongxian asked a large group of people in front of the headquarters to disperse and took the initiative to meet them.

He asked knowingly, "Who are you two?"

One person answered: "I am Yuwen Wudi."

Another person answered: "My name is Dugu Kun."

Yuwen Wudi said with a cold face: "The Sect Master ordered us to come here to retrieve the Coffin Palace token."

Dugu Kun patted the vermilion coffin and said, "Where is Boss Fan? Please come inside and have a chat."

Yan Chongxian frowned, but knowing that there was a master in the gang, he was not so panicked at this moment: "There is a big misunderstanding about the Evil Emperor Temple, both of you."

"No need to say more, the Sect Master will not wrongly accuse anyone. If it is a misunderstanding, we will send Boss Fan back."

"If this isn't a misunderstanding, and you've violated the ancestral land of the Holy Extreme Sect, do you know what the consequences will be? It would be better for you to ask Gang Leader Fan to go there."

Yan Chongxian tried again, "The three families of Bashu are of the same blood. If we were to unite, we could gather a hundred thousand men in no time. When the Coffin Palace was doing business in Bashu, we kept out of their way. Why don't you, Elder Sect Master Zhou, give us some respect?"

Dugu Kun smiled and said, "There are very few people in the world who can talk about face in front of the sect master."

"good."

Yuwen Wudi also laughed: "But looking throughout Bashu, I can't find a single one."

In an instant, thousands of eyes glared at him.

Yuwen Wudi and Dugu Kun were the second generation of masters from the two major families, and both were lustful villains with extremely bad reputations.

After the transformation of the Coffin Palace, it has long been free from vulgarity.

At this moment, he actually revealed the domineering demeanor that only martial arts masters could have.

Under the angry gazes of the crowd, the two men carried the coffin and walked slowly. With every step they took towards the Sichuan Gang headquarters, the evil aura on their bodies became stronger.

If everyone around them attacked together, it would not be difficult to kill them both.

But this means offending the Demon Sect's largest force.

Therefore, Yuwen Wudi and Dugu Kun, both in one coffin, brought with them the might of the Shengji Sect, forcing hundreds of gang members to give way.

"Boss Fan, if you can explain clearly, the Sect Master won't make things difficult for you. If you can't, the Sect Master will discuss the Dao with you. The True Demon's Random Thoughts, which expound on the endless mysteries, are an opportunity for you, not a bad thing."

"Bashu Gun Master, why don't you put yourself in the coffin?!"

Dugu Kun shouted loudly and was about to open the coffin to intimidate the Sichuan Gang.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from far away, echoing throughout the village:

"If you want to invite Boss Fan, then let Zhou Laotan come himself."

Yuwen Wudi and Dugu Kun shouted in unison, "You are so arrogant! Who are you?"

No one answered.

The two turned to look at the five-story building of the Sichuan Gang's headquarters. Suddenly, a figure in white flashed out from the railing that was originally empty.

He leaned against the railing and looked down.

That ordinary look seemed to see through their minds at a glance.

The two true demons were shocked and recognized the face.

The members of the Sichuan Gang headquarters were stunned.

The two true demons who had just displayed their invincible power, without any words, carried the coffin and ran away without looking back!

Obviously, this is what they call rare.

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(End of this chapter)