Chapter 335 The one who killed the national teacher was Zhao Duan!

The three people lying on the ground in a mess were stunned for a moment. Zheng Laojiu spoke first and quickly described the situation.

Hearing that Zhao Duan was suspected of being dragged into the dream by the demon, Ma Yan's heart sank!

Oh no!

A little sweat seeped out of his forehead, this was the situation he was most worried about.

Although the Martial God Path can, to a certain extent, use visualization to fight against the demon, who can say for sure how exactly? After all, the demon returned to the capital this time, clearly well prepared.

"You go back immediately to protect his body, I will go to find the demon!" Ma Yan ordered without hesitation.

Then, without waiting for the three to reply, he turned his head and looked at Wu Ling, who was held in his big hands, with a stern look:

"Tell me! Where are the people!?"

The beautiful Wu Ling was stunned by the slap. Her face turned red from being pinched and she had difficulty breathing. Her eyes were full of fear as she looked at the eunuch in front of her.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Don't say it?" Ma Yan glared angrily. He was another rebel who was resisting stubbornly!

Immediately, Wu Ling raised his hand silently and pointed at a building.

"..." Ma Yan jumped up, became extremely alert, and arrived outside the door. He gathered his Qi around him to protect his body, and then kicked the closed door open.

He was ready to fight the enemy, but the room was unexpectedly quiet.

On the bed, there was an old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged in meditation, seemingly in a deep sleep.

In front of him was a small table with three candles surrounding a palm-sized black statue.

They formed a strange "formation", and at this moment, the three candles had all been extinguished, the room was dark, and the Rakshasa-like statue stared quietly at the person outside the door.

Ma Yan pushed out with his palm, and a strong wind swept through the house, blowing away candles, tables and chairs, and toppling statues of gods and Taoists.

etc!

Ma Yan was stunned.

How did the demonic Dao fall? Even if it was a dream, he shouldn't be so careless...

He leaped up and arrived in front of the bed. He was shocked to see that the old Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged in meditation was bleeding from all seven orifices, his two eyeballs had burst open, and he was already dead.

I reached out and tapped his neck. The skin was warm, indicating that he had died not long ago. There were no external injuries, and it seemed that the cause was a brain explosion.

“Dead?!”

Ma Yan could hardly conceal his shock, and then developed a strong sense of unreality. He dropped Wu Ling and shouted, "Is this a demon?"

“Cough… cough cough…”

Wu Ling knelt on the ground, coughing frantically, tears and snot coming out. At this moment, his eyes were filled with horror, and he clearly felt that his mind suddenly became clear.

His bewitched state has been lifted!

Who killed the national teacher?

…

…

In his daze, Zhao Duan seemed to see a large amount of chaotic and blurry memories quickly disappearing.

Only a very few memories could be barely captured by him.

In a trance, he "saw" himself in a pavilion, with a thousand-foot cliff and drifting clouds behind him.

In front of him, there was a familiar old man standing in the pavilion. He looked like a scholar and had an extraordinary demeanor.

It turned out to be the Taifu, Zhuang Xiaocheng, who had left him with a big pit at the beginning of his time travel!

"You're going to the capital? What are you going to do?"

Zhuang Xiaocheng stared at himself warily, his scholarly robe fluttering in the mountain breeze.

Wait...is this the perspective of the 'demon Taoist'?

Yes, this is his remaining memory. I am reading his memory from the first-person perspective... Zhao Duan's mind raced as he understood the general situation.

He heard "himself" sneer sinisterly and said, "There's no need to report to you what this national teacher does."

Zhao Duan was alerted and realized that this was a conversation between the demon Taoist and the rebel leader Zhuang Xiaocheng before he came to the capital.

Zhuang Xiaocheng had a blank expression on his face, looked unhappy, and said with a hint of sarcasm:

"National Master? The false emperor had already expelled you, and you also died in that coup. Do you still think you are the National Master of the Great Yu Dynasty? Nowadays, there are only dead demons in the world who can deceive the real people."

What Gu Zhenren... So your Taoist name is "Guhuo"... Zhao Duan was too tired to complain.

Guhuo Zhenren said sarcastically:

"Zhuang Xiaocheng, you'd better be more respectful. This wasn't the attitude you showed me when your Kuangfu Society asked me for help. Also, although you and I are barely on the same side and our enemies are the false emperor, I am not a member of your Kuangfu Society, much less one of your subordinates."

Zhuang Xiaocheng said indifferently:

"That's the best. We are not the same as you, the Wuchang Sect. You'd better say this to others as well."

Guhuo Zhenren sneered:

"Hypocrisy! The literati are truly hypocritical! They want to borrow our strength, but they don't want to be associated with evil ways. Haha... Well, I don't care about these things. I need to go to the capital to kill a few people, and I need the manpower of your Kuangfu Society."

Zhuang Xiaocheng closed his eyes: "What are you willing to pay?"

"Hehe, is it enough for me to help you kill that Zhao Duan? It just so happens that after I swallow that kid's memory, I can also taste the tenderness with Xu Zhenguan in my dreams." Greed was revealed in the old Taoist's eyes.

Zhuang Xiaocheng walked away, leaving behind a piece of paper:

"roll."

The picture ends here.

Immediately afterwards, another new scene came into view.

Zhao Duan saw himself walking on a mountain path, and there seemed to be an empty temple in front of him.

'I' walked straight in, stopped behind a Buddhist shrine, pulled the trigger, and the wall cracked open to create a passage.

There is a secret room behind it.

When I walked in, the most eye-catching thing on the wooden shelf in front of me was a pile of gold, silver and jade articles, as well as books. On the ground were piled various objects of different styles, which looked extraordinary.

The open box on the ground was filled with bottles of elixirs, and hanging on the wall were armor and weapons that were obviously extraordinary.

This is actually a treasure house!

He walked to a shelf, raised his hand and picked up a black, palm-sized, ferocious and ugly statue of a Rakshasa, and took out three purple candles.

He immediately turned around and walked to the wooden shelf opposite. He raised his hand and took out a leaf as white as jade from a rosewood box covered with silk.

The veins of the leaves were clear, and I didn't know what kind they were, but the texture was like jade. As soon as they were taken out, they began to emit a brilliant glow.

"With this to protect you, you can resist a blow from the soul, and then you won't be afraid of the inheritance of the God of War." Guhuo Zhenren muttered, and with great heartache, he carefully held the leaf in his palm.

The next second, the mysterious and precious leaf disappeared and melted in the palm of his hand.

With the help of the bronze mirror opposite, Zhao Duan vaguely saw the illusory white leaf veins appearing between the demon's eyebrows, and then disappeared.

Zhao Duan suddenly understood:

"The previous scene was the conversation between this demon Taoist and Zhuang Xiaocheng before they came to the capital."

"The latter part should also be around this time. The demon took some magical instruments and objects from a certain 'treasure house' and brought them with him. After making preparations, he came to the capital."

"Why can I read these two memories? Is it because they happened recently? Is this demon the one that left the deepest impression? I don't know..."

Unfortunately, just as he tried to continue searching his memory, the remaining memories of the demon all collapsed and dissipated, turning into pure and powerful "spiritual power", which was completely swallowed and digested by him.

…

"Master is waking up! Master is waking up!"

Zhao Duan heard a cry of surprise, he lifted his heavy eyelids, and the light in his vision gradually became brighter.

He was still leaning back in the carriage, with familiar faces before him.

Qian Kerou, Yunxi, Bluebird, Chen Juan...

In the carriage, several Jinyi officers passed by with great joy. After they drove Ma Yan out, they immediately returned to the carriage and saw the sleeping Zhao Duan waking up with trembling eyelashes.

“What are you doing…”

Zhao Duan felt dizzy and uncomfortable, and when he saw his three men covered in blood and wounds, he was stunned for a moment, then guessed something:

"Did you fight with anyone?"

The three men smiled, looking as if they were not seriously injured. They quickly recounted the whole process of how they attacked the yard after Zhao Duan fell asleep, how they were blocked by the rebels, and how they rescued Ma Yan.

"Since you are awake, sir, it seems that the governor has dealt with the evil Taoist priest." Qian Kerou said happily.

No... I was the one who made him explode... Zhao Duan complained in his heart.

He clearly remembered that in the dream, when he poured a huge amount of memories from his past life into him, Guhuo Zhenren had no power to resist and was defeated.

In a hurry, the old Taoist priest seemed to try to summon a leaf to resist, but the huge torrent of memories directly crushed the old Taoist priest's soul and made it explode.

After the explosion, the remaining spiritual power was happily absorbed by Zhao Duan, which is why he now feels uncomfortable with his head swelling.

Oh right...that leaf...Zhao Duan's heart moved, and he felt something hard in his palm.

His expression suddenly became strange:

"Is this a treasure that the demon used for self-defense? Can it actually be transmitted through dreams? Did he not have time to use it and it fell into my hands?"

As his mind raced, Zhao Duan pretended to have a headache and held his forehead, hiding the jade leaf in his palm into the scroll space in his sleeve pocket.

Loot +1

"The Governor is back!"

At this time, a figure ran out of the carriage. Ma Yan, wrapped in a cloak, walked into the alley, holding a person in each hand.

One is Wu Ling.

One of them was Guhuo Zhenren, whose blood vessels in his head burst and he died instantly.

Ma Yan walked over and threw the two men to the ground. A black statue and three extinguished candles rolled out from the bodies.

"Ah, it really is that demon, exactly like the one in the portrait..."

"Did the governor kill the demon? Well done!"

A group of people in fancy clothes flattered him.

Inside the carriage, the two female prisoners, Yunxi and Qingniao, had no expression on their faces, and no one knew what they were thinking.

However, Ma Yan ignored everyone's flattery. He stared at Zhao Duan who had just woken up, with a burning gaze, somewhat unbelievable, and asked with some expectation:

"You killed him? In a dream?"

Zhao Duan nodded weakly: "It's me."

Then, as if he felt that he should explain himself, he smiled slightly, pointed to the sky, and said:

"Your Majesty once told me that if you encounter a dream, you can visualize the God of War breaking it."

This was the reason he had thought of long ago, since there would be no evidence anyway.

If a bug occurs, he can simply blame it on the "dragon soul" in his body. Anyway, with the blessing of the dragon soul, I imagine Pei Niannu smashing the national teacher's head with a weighing rod. It's reasonable, right?

Ma Yan took a deep breath, his eyes filled with complexity.

The people around him finally came to their senses and were stunned at the same time. They all turned their heads to stare at Zhao Duan in disbelief, their eyes dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)