Chapter 166: Master’s Favor for Junior Brother Shengji

The thunder continued and the rain became heavier.

The willow trees in front of the Sichuan Gang's headquarters were dripping with raindrops, like sad people with their heads buried in tears.

The sadness is hard to express, and under the pressure of dark clouds, there is even more suffocation that cannot be relieved.

Emperor Ding and You Niaojuan were already worried and stared at the young man in white not far away. He extinguished the fire, sheathed his sword, and hid the wisps of fire deep in the scabbard.

As the saying goes, there is always a mountain higher than the other. No matter where you go, you will always meet someone who is better than you.

What they experienced along the way was beyond the reach of ordinary warriors.

Whether winning or losing, how can it shake their state of mind?

But at this moment, I even felt a sense of shattered spiritual heart.

Since the last battle with the old demon from the Taoist sect, the few of them have never stopped practicing martial arts, and they have studied or communicated with the coffin-breaker, Zuo Youxian, Xi Ying and others to improve their magic skills.

In addition, those true demons were transmitting the same true qi into their bodies while they were practicing.

How could such a speed of training be considered ordinary?

Before fighting the old demon again, I had already overestimated him, but I never expected that I still underestimated him. The result of the battle was such an unspeakable one.

How is that possible?!

Emperor Ding and You Niaojuan never took their eyes off Zhou Yi.

Jin Huanzhen, who was standing aside, changed her expression from seductive to worried. She did not look at Zhou Yi, but only saw the shadow of the monk.

The famous owner of the Coffin Palace is experiencing another critical moment in his life that is difficult to overcome.

The difficulty is comparable to knowing the master's intention.

That feeling of blow and despair, as if all efforts and expectations have always been just illusions, and no matter what you do, you can't overcome it. You can only lose your fighting spirit or turn into another kind of madness in decadence.

Old Zhou sighed as he thought about how hard he and his four senior brothers and sisters had worked on researching the True Demonic Thoughts.

But suddenly such a person appeared.

His mind was in a mess, and he violated the biggest taboo in martial arts by not practicing meditation at all. He was vying for supremacy and being a playboy, and he didn't seem to be obsessed with martial arts at all.

Such a distracted and confused person actually broke his extremely condensed True Demonic Evil Skill with ease.

This sword almost made him lose all hope.

The real devil's random thoughts were completely "fantasies" in front of him.

This is a great sorrow, enough to make a person collapse in a short period of time.

Tiele Flying Eagle Qu Ao had his confidence destroyed by Wu Zun, and his spirit declined and he could never return to his peak. However, Old Zhou sighed that his experience and dedication were even greater than Qu Ao's.

Moreover, Zhou Yi's methods were extremely cruel. Compared with him, Wu Zun's attack on Qu Ao could only be regarded as "tenderness like water".

Just when Zhou Laotan's state of mind was about to shatter like a mirror hit by a heavy hammer, he felt an impulse in his heart. Even if there was no chance of winning today, he would still seek a quick victory. Regardless of everything, he summoned all the true demons and fought this man to the death!

This urge is becoming stronger and stronger, and I can hardly control it.

However, when his gaze fixed on Zhou Yi again, the ghost fire in his eyes that was about to go out suddenly flickered.

Looking at Zhou Yi's face, Old Zhou sighed and remembered something.

Why did he open the Taoist scriptures and break free from the martial arts restrictions of the Bare Hand Sect?

It was because I heard the rumors about the great treasure of this old monster.

My current fortune is closely related to this guy.

If it started because of him, should it end with him?

Wasn’t it the same with Master Xiang at the beginning?

Accepting him as a disciple gave him hope, but he also left many obstacles behind, blocking his way forward and shattering his hope.

It seems that no matter how much I invest, it is not worth mentioning in front of them.

In a moment, a lot of thoughts came into Zhou Laotan's mind.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and immediately opened them again.

Zhou Lao sighed and looked at Zhou Yi, superimposing him with a figure with a majestic figure and a strange and unique appearance in his mind.

Looking at Zhou Yi was like looking at the master.

In an instant, the ghost fire that manifested the evil spirit danced fiercely in his eyes. It was a strong fighting spirit, and even his soul was melted into the vital energy that manifested in his eye sockets.

"Old Sigh"

Jin Huanzhen was afraid that he would act impulsively, so she quickly gathered her voice into a line and gently comforted him, while sweeping in all directions at the same time.

You Niaojuan and Emperor Ding also made the same move.

The Ba League and the Sichuan Gang have a large number of people, and they are not afraid of this. However, at this moment they are no longer sure of how to deal with this strange Taoist old demon. If they fight, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Zhou Yi also sensed something unusual about Zhou Laotan.

This guy, I wonder if he’s so angry that he wants to fight to the end.

"Sect Masters, do you want to continue fighting?"

Zhou Yi didn't want to help Jie Huiping. If a fight really broke out, the Sichuan Gang would be in chaos, so he spoke in a gentler voice.

This is a step.

Old Zhou sighed and looked at him again, then waved his patched clothes and snorted.

He pulled his hand back in response.

He then asked, "What kind of swordsmanship is this? Why is it so similar to the sword energy of the Daozu's true teachings in our Saint Sect? Could it be that the Heavenly Master is also from our Saint Sect?"

Old Zhou sighed and looked at Zhou Yi, listening to his reply: "This is the sword energy of the Taoist sect, it is upright and magnificent, and cannot be compared with the crooked way of advocating the art of collecting and replenishing."

When talking about sword energy, Jin Huanzhen and others thought of Zuo Youxian.

No wonder this guy hasn't come out of the coffin yet, he can see everything.

"There are very few people in the world who can break the power of this sect master's evil palm. In terms of swordsmanship alone, this sect master recognizes you as the strongest in the world."

Everyone around, whether they were from Bashu or other places, looked shocked.

Master Fu Cailin of Yijian has always been the strongest swordsman. His Yijian skills are extraordinary and are an insurmountable mountain for swordsmen in the world.

In addition, he is one of the three great masters of the time, over ninety years old, and has extraordinary skills.

It is hard to imagine that the owner of the coffin palace would say such words.

Has Tianshi's swordsmanship surpassed Master Yijian's?!

It would be fine if it was just an ordinary person saying it casually, but who is this person?

The leader of the Demon Sect's largest force, although the old leader Zhou was defeated by the terrifying fiery sword light of the Heavenly Master in that move just now.

But his evil palm power is also earth-shattering.

Who among those present can face it?

Therefore, the value of what Master Zhou said is very different.

This was enough to excite the martial artists in the Middle-earth. For a long time, sword-wielding warriors had been suppressed by Goguryeo, simply because there was no one in Kyushu who could use a sword better than Master Yijian.

Thinking of the astonishing sword light he had just seen and the words of the martial arts master, Master Zhou.

In an instant, everyone automatically ranked Tianshi alongside Fu Cailin.

In the hearts of the people in the Middle-earth martial arts world, there was suddenly a feeling of pride.

The title of the greatest swordsman should be taken back from Goguryeo.

The Bashu martial artists laughed.

The Heavenly Master's swordsmanship must surely spread from Bashu. Who says there are no masters in Bashu?!

Zhou Lao sighed, ignoring the chaotic looks around him. He turned to look at the stunned Fan Zhuo and said, "This Sect Master will give Tianshi a favor. However, if Gang Leader Fan dares to deceive me, I will definitely make a fuss."

Fan Zhuo came to his senses and immediately replied, "Master, please rest assured. The matter of the Evil Emperor Temple has nothing to do with our Sichuan Gang."

Boss Fan was amiable and even though it was Zhou Laotan who was defeated, he had seen the opponent's methods and felt that the Coffin Palace should not be provoked.

Fortunately, there is a Heavenly Master this time.

Otherwise, you will probably have to be put into the coffin.

Emperor Ding and You Niaojuan looked at Zhou Laotan's reaction and felt surprised, but didn't say anything.

After each of them looked at the figure in white with eyes full of fear, they left with Zhou Laotan and their men, filled with deep doubts.

A large number of people from the underworld who were watching the show outside the headquarters hurriedly dodged.

The real devil opens the way, and the living avoid the coffin.

The Coffin Palace was defeated, but that also depends on who they retreated because of. No force in Bashu dared to provoke them.

Moreover, in the eyes of onlookers, they only saw Zhou Laotan's astonishing Demonic Palm being broken, and they had no idea of ​​the turbulent emotions in the hearts of the four Xieji sect leaders.

As the people in the coffin palace walked away, noise arose all around.

Those who rely on the Sichuan Gang and the Ba League speak loudly in teahouses and taverns.

The Duzun Fort family was somewhat uneasy.

Those who were originally more optimistic about Duzun Castle suddenly changed their minds.

This reputation was like lighting a fire on a dry grassland, quickly spreading from the Sichuan Gang's headquarters to Chengdu, and then to the surrounding counties.

At this time, within the Sichuan Gang, leaders of the Ba League, such as Feng Zhenchuan and Mou Xun, were all glad for their decision.

The members of the four major clans present regarded Zhou Yi as one of their own and were of course proud of him.

Fan Zhuo stepped forward, clasped his fists and expressed his gratitude.

Zhou Yi saw his intention and stopped him first.

At Duzun Castle, Butler Zheng gave Li Wenlong a look.

It seems to be saying, "Am I wrong? Do you believe it now?"

What does seeing is believing mean?

Seeing Boss Fan's face change from being depressed at first to being relaxed now, Xie Wenlong felt very nervous and even a little envious.

How does the Grand Commander take care of the forces below?

Be straightforward in your words and act directly.

Moreover, he is more effective alone than a group of people.

The people in the Coffin Palace really gave me face.

Think about the attitude of the Coffin Palace and the Du Zun Castle. The Holy Land of Martial Arts can't scare them at all.

Xie Wenlong sighed secretly, taking everything his wife and housekeeper Zheng said to heart.

Dad, you are confused.

At this time, Zheng Zong winked again and gestured in the direction of Zhou Yi.

Xie Wenlong nodded, and the two of them walked over together.

They were a step late, so Zhou Yi turned his back and, under Feng Zhen's guidance, made contact with the Western Turkic group first.

Zhou Yi approached slowly. Lian Rou, Luo Dushe and the twenty or so masters who came with them were all on high alert.

"This is Princess Lianrou of the Western Turkic Khaganate, and this one is Luo Dushe, the commander-in-chief of the army under the command of Tongyehu Khan."

Feng Zhen introduced it in a neither light nor light tone.

The others were listening on the side. Fan Zhuo was a little curious because he had heard Zhou Yi talk about some kind of deal with the Western Turks before.

At this time, prick up your ears and listen to what the deal is.

If the Sichuan Gang can help, they must do their best.

"Grand Commander." Luo Dushe greeted first.

He had a smile on his face, but his sunken eyes were filled with vigilance.

The person before him not only ruins the Khan's business, but is also a huge threat.

Princess Lianrou, standing beside her, had a bright smile on her face, and her eyes were like two jars of strong liquor, full of amazing attraction and arousing people's reverie.

The Persian beauty said in a delicate voice, "I've heard of the Grand Commander's fame, but I've never met him. Now I see him displaying his might, and it's truly intoxicating. Would you be so honored to have a drink with him?"

Her breasts were slightly raised, revealing her energetic and hot curves, making one feel that wild blood must be flowing in this charming body.

However, in the eyes of Lian Rou and Luo Dushe.

Zhou Yi seemed unromantic.

The charm of the Turkic princess couldn't even change his expression.

Many people noticed Zhou Yi's reaction. His slightly indifferent face made people feel that he was not as romantic as the rumors said.

Zhou Yi seemed not to have heard Princess Lianrou's words:

"When will you two return to Mobei?"

Lian Rou smiled slightly, "Grand Commander, please don't misunderstand me. My godfather doesn't want to interfere in the war in the Central Plains. He just wants to keep most of the grasslands and valleys peaceful."

"This is different from what I know."

Lian Rou said, "We have no hostility towards the Grand Commander. We are even grateful to you for killing the Five Arrow Guards."

The Western Turkic Khaganate reached its peak during the reigns of Shidi Mi and Dahan Khan, and controlled the vast Western Regions. At that time, the Tiele tribes such as Xueyantuo, Qibi, Uighur, and Pugu were all subject to the Western Turkic Khaganate.

When it came to Choro Khan, a huge conflict broke out between the two sides.

Even at this time, although Tong Yehu faced a great threat from Jie Li Khan in the east, conflicts between the two sides continued.

Zhou Yi killed the Five Arrow Guards, which was equivalent to crippling one of the Tiele King's hands, so the Western Turks were naturally happy.

Therefore, Lian Rou's words sounded very sincere.

Knowing that the Ba League and the Sichuan Gang were Zhou Yi's people, no matter how powerful she was in the Western Regions, she could only say good things to them at this time.

"I did kill the Five Arrow Guards."

Zhou Yi said calmly, "They went to Jiujiang and destroyed the Iron Cavalry Society. Qu Ao's son and his eldest disciple all died there. Do you know why?"

Lian Rou's heart tightened, and she replied, "The Tiele King and the Grand Commander are enemies."

“That’s just one of the reasons.”

"He took pleasure in the chaos of the Sui Dynasty, fanning the flames and coveting the Central Plains. He also treated the people of my Nine Provinces as livestock. He colluded with the great thief Ma Ji from Mobei and raped and plundered in Jiangnan. Therefore, I killed all his people."

"When I get to Mobei, he, the culprit, will also die."

"The Tiele tribes involved will repay the debt of one million gold that they owe me."

The smile on Zhou Yi's lips looked very evil to Lian Rou and Luo Dushe.

His words, from their perspective, sounded even more evil.

Then, their hearts beat suddenly.

"What you did in Bashu is almost the same as what the Tiele King did. Moreover, Tong Yehu's men once attacked me in Jiangdu. After I settle accounts with the Tiele King, it will be your turn."

Anger flashed in Luo Dushe's eyes.

Do you think the Western Regions are the Sichuan Gang? How arrogant!

Before Lian Rou could speak, Luo Dushe interrupted, "Grand Commander, what you said may be a misunderstanding. The Tiele King cannot be killed casually. If he had not set foot in the Central Plains, the Grand Commander would not allow him to enter Mobei to kill the Tiele King. Wu Zun would not allow it."

"Dare to meddle in the affairs of the Central Plains? Do you think no one dares to intervene?"

"Remember my words, Wu Zun cannot protect the Tiele King, and..."

Zhou Yi stared at him and said, "He can't protect the Tong Yehu of your Western Turks either."

“You, you—!”

Luo Dushe could no longer hold back his expression.

Zhou Yi didn't care about his anger at all: "This time we are in the Sichuan Gang. Give Boss Fan a favor and do a favor for the Ba League. I won't make things difficult for you."

"Go back and tell Tong Yehu to pack up his belongings and wait for me to settle them."

Luo Dushe was a relative of Tong Yehu and also the commander of the army. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

He was about to retort angrily.

But when a cold gaze as if looking at a corpse flew towards him, he felt a mental chill, as if he would immediately turn into a corpse if he said one more word.

He was timid, so he swallowed his saliva and put on a stern face, not daring to speak.

Lian Rou glanced around and saw that the people from the Ba Mengchuan Gang all looked unhappy.

"Grand Commander, wait until we return to the tent and explain everything to the Khan, and then we can resolve the misunderstanding."

A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. She gave Luo Dushe a look and left in a hurry.

Even the twenty or so Western Turkic masters seemed a little panicked.

They originally supported the Li family and came to Sichuan to watch the show. They were proud of their status and had nothing to fear.

But now, there is someone who does not take them seriously and even calls for the killing of the Khan.

When the people watching the show heard this, they not only recognized it more, but also cheered.

Some people were not clear about Tiele's affairs, but now they have learned more.

Naturally, they have no good feelings towards these foreigners with bad intentions.

Princess Lianrou and Luo Dushe were both important figures in Western Turkic Khaganate, so it was rare for them to retreat in such a hurry.

Looking at the backs of this group of people, Fan Zhuo was secretly shocked.

So this is the kind of business.

The muscles on Xie Wenlong's face twitched slightly, and he withdrew his gaze and looked at the old butler beside him.

From Zheng Zong's expression and eyes, it seems that he is saying:

"Young Master, am I wrong? This man is ruthless to his enemies and holds a grudge very well."

Xie Wenlong understood what he meant.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the people around gradually dispersed.

Xie Wenlong found the right opportunity and came forward: "Grand Commander."

This was the second time the two sides met. Zhou Yi glanced at Zheng Zong, then smiled at Jie Wenlong.

The young master felt flattered.

It’s not that Zhou Yi’s attitude is very good, but when they first met, Jie Wenlong could feel the sense of distance that could not be bridged.

This time, there is a sense of goodwill.

"Young Lord, but Lord Jie wants you to deliver a message?"

"no."

Xie Wenlong looked at Fan Zhuo and Feng Zhen and said frankly, "I just wanted to come and see if I need any help here."

Zhou Yi looked at him:

"How is the situation in your castle?"

"Many experts have come to spy on us. Fortunately, we have helpers from many martial arts sacred places in the castle. However, this is not a long-term solution."

Xie Wenlong further described the fighting situation in detail.

Zhou Yi judged from this that people outside were almost certain that the Evil Emperor's relics were in Duzun Castle.

It seems that the relics have been sensed by many people.

Zhou Yi asked again about the masters in the castle, and Xie Wenlong's answer was slightly different from Hou Xibai's.

The four great holy monks are all here.

"In addition to the several holy monks, there is also an old monk whom I am not very familiar with. He rarely speaks and rarely goes out. When Master Fanzhai came to the fort, she was accompanied by an old nun."

Xie Wenlong said, "My father had contact with this senior, but he didn't tell me the details."

Jie Hui's words are law in Duzun Castle and he has absolute authority.

Looking at Jie Wenlong's expression, I knew he didn't ask.

There are usually only one or two disciples in each generation of Cihang Jingzhai, and they represent the highest level of Jingzhai in contemporary times.

Other disciples mostly practice in seclusion in the temple or handle internal affairs, and rarely appear in the world on a large scale.

In addition, it is located in Zhongnan Mountain, which always gives people a sense of mystery.

Zhou Yi thought about it and thought that maybe this old nun was an elder of Fan Qinghui, such as Bi Shouxuan.

What secret was shown to Jie Hui?

"Who will the castle lord support?"

Xie Wenlong shook his head: "No."

Once inside the five-story building, there were no outsiders around.

Zhou Yi asked bluntly, "What is the Young Fortress Master's plan?"

Xie Wenlong was stunned, his father's majestic face appeared in his mind. Zheng Zong nudged him from behind with his elbow.

Xie Wenlong took a breath and said, "From my perspective, I naturally support the Grand Commander. Firstly, he is a benevolent and heroic leader. Secondly, both Gang Leader Fan and Alliance Leader Feng have already supported him, which is beneficial to the stability of Bashu."

"I've witnessed the Grand Commander's methods against the Coffin Palace and the Mobei Western Regions for the third time, and I'm impressed."

"It's a pity that my father won't listen to me."

He laughed at himself and added, "My actions this time are against his will, which is unfilial."

"Wrong." Zhou Yi interrupted him.

"What's wrong?"

"You remained indifferent, watching your father and the Sovereign Castle fall into the abyss. That would be unfilial."

Zhou Yi asked, "Why did those masters go to cause trouble for your family?"

"Because of the Evil Emperor's relics, but we didn't get this thing from the Evil Emperor Temple."

"It doesn't matter. You went to the Evil Emperor Temple and asked the people from the Wulin Holy Land for help. Everyone believes that you have obtained the relic."

Xie Wenlong knew this was the truth: "Grand Commander, do you have a solution?"

"Simple."

Zhou Yi suggested, "Reform Duzun Fort into Duzun Temple. Let the fort master become a disciple of the holy monk, and the young fort master become a disciple of Lekong. Build an altar and let Buddhist masters live there. The crisis will be resolved naturally, and there will be no need to worry about the holy monk leaving."

Xie Wenlong gave a bitter laugh: "I'm already married, and if I become a monk, wouldn't that mean Yuhua will be a widow? How can I do that?"

Zheng Zong, standing by, couldn't help but interject, "Grand Commander, do you have any other good ideas?"

Xie Wenlong also glanced over.

Zhou Yi tapped the coffee table lightly and said slowly, "If you don't want to join Buddhism, even if the holy monks help you before they leave, and tell others that they took away the relics, others will not believe it."

"If you are unwilling to make this sacrifice, then you will have no choice but to hand over the relic."

"Otherwise, the Duzun Castle will never be at peace."

"To put it bluntly, you might all die."

Xie Wenlong held his breath, a little confused: "Grand Commander, we don't have any relics."

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly:

"You have to understand one thing: when everyone thinks there are relics in Du Zun Fort, you'd better actually have them."

Xie Wenlong didn't quite understand.

Butler Zheng, who had eaten a lot of salt, had a look of surprise in his eyes:

"Grand Commander, what are your orders?"

Zhou Yi did not respond immediately. He waited until Xie Wenlong came to his senses before asking:

"Young Master, are you willing to be a filial son?"

"Filial piety is the most important virtue. As a child, you should repay your parents and return to their parents' kindness. How can you be unfilial?"

"really?"

"really."

After Xie Wenlong finished answering, Zheng Zong beside him said, "Grand Commander, please rest assured. Our young master is very filial!"

…

The crisis of the Sichuan Gang was resolved and a banquet was set up at noon.

Xie Wenlong drank quite a bit of wine at the banquet, and even with the help of his internal energy, he still looked a bit drunk.

After dinner, Zhou Yi returned to his residence.

Shi Qingxuan followed all the way, and when she saw no one around, she asked, "Can those disciples of the Evil Emperor see through your true identity?"

"It shouldn't be noticeable."

She smiled and said, "Evildoers will be punished by their own evildoers. That's absolutely true."

"Am I a bad guy too?"

"Um."

Shi Qingxuan smiled lightly: "Princess Lianrou is so beautiful, everyone says she is an enchanting Persian civet cat, but you speak harshly to her. She must think you are a wicked person."

"I've told you before that I'm a heartless person. No matter how beautiful or charming she is, it has nothing to do with me. Do you believe me this time?"

Zhou Yi put on an unkind expression, as if every beautiful woman looked like a skeleton.

Shi Qingxuan knew he was joking, but his attitude towards the Western Turkic princess was indeed unexpected.

Thinking about what he said to the Turks, not everyone can have such courage.

Suddenly, she remembered something else:

"There are still five days until the meeting of the three Bashu families. If the dust settles here, will you leave immediately?"

"Yes."

Zhou Yi nodded: "I still have to travel north and south, I'm afraid I will be busy for a long time."

"What are your plans?"

Shi Qingxuan looked at the rain curtain in the distant sky, and accumulated the loss in her heart into the clouds, regaining her pure and ethereal temperament.

"Once Bashu is stable, I will return to the Youlin Cottage. With your help, I can return to peace and tranquility."

Her right hand was behind her back, gently clutching her sleeve where Zhou Yi couldn't see.

She pursed her lips and smiled, "When I return to Xiaogu to live, the Grand Commandant will have fulfilled his promise, and we will owe nothing to each other."

Zhou Yi looked into her eyes, and Shi Qingxuan did not avoid them.

There was no trace of worldly affairs in those bright, black eyes like gemstones.

She is wise and sees through the world, and has profound and unique insights into human nature, the world of martial arts, and the struggle between good and evil.

They will not be bound by any sect or position and will pursue absolute spiritual freedom.

This sense of transcendence is indeed incompatible with the hustle and bustle of the world.

Zhou Yi didn't see any fluctuation in the girl's eyes, and felt a little disappointed, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled at her with appreciation.

Then he said casually:

"When I have pacified the Nine Provinces, I hope that the world will be as peaceful as Bashu. Even if Miss Shi leaves Chengdu, she will be able to find a secluded forest cottage outside."

Shi Qingxuan hummed softly and clenched her hands tighter, causing a corner of her sleeve to inadvertently straighten.

With the battle imminent, Zhou Yi took advantage of the opportunity to meditate and practice martial arts.

Shi Qingxuan returned to the room and thought about what had happened in the past few days.

She was a person who could endure loneliness very well, or rather, she had never felt lonely. She could stay quietly in the small valley and pursue what she liked, which was freedom and happiness.

But now, I suddenly feel depressed.

She sat by the window, her chin supported by one hand, thinking, and occasionally raised her head to look through the gap in the window paper at the person meditating under the eaves listening to the rain.

I have had so many experiences with him that I have never had before, and all of them happened in just over a month.

Shi Qingxuan had long seen through his attitude towards Bashu.

After gaining support from the three major forces, it will probably be difficult to come again.

Not to mention coming to Bashu, it’s hard to find him even in other places in Jiuzhou. Maybe he will be broken into the void one day.

Shi Qingxuan even thought that she should have given him the wine immediately when he arrived in Chengdu that day, so that he wouldn't have met Fan Caiqi and what happened afterwards would have nothing to do with her.

Thinking this way makes me feel relieved, but I can’t bear to give up this experience.

On Mount Emei, the sound of the wind whistling beside my ears seems to be still audible at this moment.

After a while of thinking, I simply stopped thinking about anything.

She relaxed her brows, revealed a charming smile, and took out a Bagua mirror from between several layers of music scores.

This is the guy who eats with a certain Taoist priest.

It's a pity that I haven't seen what he looks like when he's in black.

…

"Princess, please return and report to the Khan first."

In a house on the west side of Chengdu, Luo Dushe had a gloomy face and was groping for the blade of a scimitar with the thick calluses on his fingers.

"what are you up to?"

Princess Lian Rou reacted: "Going to Du Zun Castle?"

"certainly."

Luo Dushe sneered, "This Zhou guy is so arrogant and domineering that he doesn't take us seriously at all. What does he think the Western Regions are?"

"Relying on a little talent in martial arts, he is so arrogant."

Princess Lian Rou shook her head: "This man is a master of martial arts and has some great abilities. Let's go back to our godfather first and wait for him to make up his mind before making any plans."

"Absolutely not."

Luo Dushe decisively refused: "If it's just him, we won't be afraid of him no matter how powerful his martial arts are. But if he really takes over the world, that would be a real problem. Bashu must not fall into his hands."

"There are many experts in Du Zun Castle, and they are hostile to him."

"I should use them to find an opportunity to eliminate this arrogant guy, so as to prevent future troubles and relieve the hatred in my heart."

Luo Dushe has made a decision. As the commander-in-chief of the army, he has more real power than Lian Rou.

"Okay, then be careful. In the Supremacy Castle, watch more and do less."

"Of course."

Luo Dushe smirked sinisterly, "When I call for everyone to attack, that will be the critical moment to kill him."

Princess Lianrou knew his temper, and after being treated so harshly, she was determined to take revenge.

So he kept most of the masters who came to Chengdu and only took three people back with him.

Luo Dushe was not stupid either. As soon as Princess Lianrou left, he immediately took people to visit Duzun Castle.

Duzun Castle is the safest place right now. With their power, we don’t have to worry about the Zhous coming to kill us.

At the same time, the charity cemetery in the north of the city was also dispatching personnel, and its target was Duzun Fort.

On the Fire Wall of the Charity Hall, You Niaojuan, looking towards the Sichuan Gang, said in a hoarse voice, "This old demon might be eccentric."

Emperor Ding snorted, "Not a possibility, but a certainty."

"No matter how high his swordsmanship is, he can't achieve this effect."

Jin Huanzhen nodded, and was more curious about another thing. Zhou Laotan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, finally opened his eyes.

After leaving the Sichuan Gang, he vented his anger on the tributary of Jinjiang River outside the city, delivering one palm strike after another.

Each palm strike was extremely powerful.

"Old Sigh, how could you hold it back? I thought you were going to attack him."

"Of course I do."

Old Zhou sighed and gritted his teeth, "There's no one more hateful than this guy, yet I can't do anything about him."

"I feel dissatisfied and unworthy."

Mr. Zhou sighed and glanced at his senior brothers and sisters:

"We've finally found our way, working tirelessly day and night with unwavering dedication. How can we let this determination slip and fail at the last hurdle just because of a momentary setback?"

"If I fight today, I'm afraid the fight will end in death. I'll never have the chance to explore the ultimate realm of martial arts, and I won't be able to see my master again. How can I accept this?"

"and."

Elder Zhou sighed and narrowed his eyes. "I suddenly feel that the feeling of despair this guy gives me is actually similar to that of Master."

"I've thought about it over and over again, but I just can't understand how this so-called Taoist martial arts can restrain evil spirits so well."

"Or rather, this is simply impossible!"

"He gave me a false impression."

While Jin Huanzhen and You Niaojuan were thinking, Emperor Ding suddenly said, "You mean he practiced the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Technique."

"That's right!" Old Zhou sighed, a ghostly light flickering in his eyes.

You Niaojuan's eyes widened, and he hugged the one-legged bronze man and screamed sharply: "How is this possible!"

Jin Huanzhen took a step closer and realized: "Old sigh"

"You mean, he is actually our fellow disciple!"

Zhou Lao sighed and nodded. She widened her eyes and said:

"Could it be that Master has accepted a new junior disciple, who is the true disciple, and is therefore doting on him and imparting the essence of Dafa to him?"

The more Jin Huanzhen talked, the more possible it seemed.

She thought about it carefully and said sadly:

"My four brothers and I were chosen by our master to learn the martial arts of the Holy Extreme Sect. However, these were four evil skills and techniques that were passed down from the demon sect. The Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Technique was incomplete, and we didn't receive any instruction."

"It can be seen that we are not the true disciples, and we have never been the candidates for the Holy Emperor."

"Even if we die fighting, the Holy Emperor's legacy will not be cut off. He has already made arrangements."

"Master, you are so heartless. Why do you treat me so badly?"

Jin Huanzhen's voice trembled and sounded quite sad.

The tired bird raised its head and let out a strange cry, which made the raindrops fall randomly, just like the cry of monkeys on both sides of the Three Gorges, crying out loudly.

Emperor Ding said, "We came to Bashu first, but we never felt any relic sensation."

"Since he came here, the sensations have been frequent."

"It turns out it was the relic calling him. It's ridiculous that we fought over this back then; it was completely meaningless."

"The Holy Emperor's relics were also prepared for him."

"I'm afraid that after the void is broken, they will meet as master and disciple."

Zhou Lao sighed, folded his arms, and said with a sullen face, "That's probably the case. However, there's a variable now."

"The people from Duzun Fort dug out the relic, and it was then guarded by the Buddhist sect. I'm afraid even Master couldn't have predicted this."

"He loves this Saint Emperor's relic so much, it must not fall into his hands."

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(End of this chapter)