Chapter 126 Obtaining the spoils: Taixu Painting Scroll

In the capital city, the bustling streets are bustling with traffic and countless men and women coming and going.

But no one knew that beside them, in a gap that was invisible to the naked eye, a battle between warriors was breaking out.

Jin Jian walked with his body appearing translucent as he passed through the crowd.

In front of her, the strange-looking "staff" with a single eye fixed on the top was bouncing on the ground.

“Knock…knock…”

The staff led her into a quiet and narrow alley.

The alley was empty and quiet, with no human voices, and Jin Jian was walking in it.

The single-eyed bone on top of the staff spun around, then suddenly spun around in confusion.

"Is this the place?"

The young priestess with a mysterious temperament and innocent appearance asked seriously.

He made a hand gesture, and the next second, a majestic and ethereal aura emerged, covering the entire block.

Jin Jian was stunned and subconsciously looked up. He saw that above the sky, which was narrowed by the eaves on both sides of the alley, green air suddenly condensed into clouds.

Along with the sound of thunder, a mysterious force that was familiar and frightening to her descended.

People walking on the busy streets nearby also noticed this unusual astronomical phenomenon, stopped to watch in surprise, and talked about it.

…

Bafang Theater.

In Wu Ling's exclusive room.

At this moment, a group of rebels wearing gray robes were sitting quietly around the round table.

They were the men brought by Gao Li.

"I don't know if the captain has succeeded at this moment. It's a pity that he didn't take us there today, so we couldn't witness the death of Mr. Zhao on the spot." One person said.

Another person said seriously:

"There are many powerful people in the capital, especially when traveling during the day. Too many people would be troublesome and easy to be targeted. With the master's cultivation and the help of the talisman, it would be easy for him to ambush and kill a pretty boy."

Everyone was in a good mood and chatting casually.

I don't think there will be any surprises in today's mission.

Wu Ling, who was in the room with him, felt a little uneasy, but this young actor who had recently become famous in Beijing could not tell where his uneasiness came from.

"Maybe it's the shadow of my failed ambush last time."

Wu Ling laughed at himself in his heart, lamenting that once bitten by a snake, he would be afraid of ropes for ten years.

For this ambush, Gao Li learned from Wu Ling's previous failure and deliberately chose to launch it during the court meeting.

At this moment, the Queen of Dayu was in court, and Ma Yan was also in the Golden Throne Hall.

The eyes of the entire court were focused on the palace.

This is the best time to deal with Zhao Duan.

They even implicated the Zhang brothers, secret agents of Prince Jing's mansion, in the case.

All the gold tablets that have appeared are included

——As everyone knows, Priest Jin Jian only travels at night and mostly sleeps during the day.

From any angle, it was a foolproof assassination.

"Everyone, we can't be too relaxed. Zhao Duan is definitely not a good person. If something goes wrong with the captain, we should follow the plan and create chaos to attract attention." Wu Ling said.

In the center of the round table, there is a wooden plaque with a mother-child talisman pasted on it.

The so-called "mother-child talisman" comes in two pieces.

Within a certain distance, they can be held separately to transmit signals.

According to the agreement, the talisman lights up different times, representing different commands sent back by Gao Li.

Flash once, and the assassination is successful.

The second time, they were asked to move immediately.

Three times is a distress signal, and it is necessary to create chaos to give Gao Li a chance to escape.

"Oh, Wu Ling, maybe because of your last failure, you exaggerated Zhao Duan's ability too much."

One person said calmly:

"Even if this person has some scheming intentions, today's assassination is a contest of martial arts. Even if he is cunning, deep-minded, and knows how to scheme, what's the use?"

Another person also laughed and said:

"I'm afraid you've been lurking in the capital for too long and have lost your courage."

Everyone laughed.

This group of members who had recently arrived in Beijing from other places looked down on the members of the Beijing branch of the Kuangfu Society, represented by Wu Ling.

Wu Ling was secretly annoyed.

I thought to myself, what a bunch of idiots! The capital is the base of the pseudo-emperor and is fraught with dangers. How can it be compared to other prefectures in Dayu?

Just as he was about to say a few words, something strange happened!

In the center of the round table, the talisman on the wooden sign suddenly flashed.

Someone laughed and said, "The helmsman has been appointed!"

Before he finished speaking, the talisman began to flash continuously.

Before everyone could come to their senses and figure out how many times it had happened, they saw the entire mother-child talisman suddenly burn and explode, reducing it to ashes!

The explosion created a ring of flames and air waves that spread in all directions, causing the members to scream and fall down in shock.

When he got up again, he saw the wooden sign on the table fell down with a "bang" and was charred.

silence!

The members of Kuangfu Society were stunned, their faces filled with horror.

Flashing three times was a call for help, and the explosion and damage meant that another talisman carried by the branch leader was destroyed by the terrifying force before it could be activated.

"The captain..."

An idea arose in the minds of all the members at the same time, but no one was willing to believe it.

…

"Heavenly Way..."

On Jin Jian's delicate face, his scattered gaze slowly focused and his expression changed.

He instinctively activated the Star Escape Technique and in a flash, hid on the high eaves on the side of the alley.

Immediately, a silent flash of lightning struck from the blue sky, engulfing the entire alley.

The air suddenly twisted and cracks appeared.

Then, it was as if a hidden space was shattered, and countless fragments fell down.

In a quiet alley, a carriage appeared out of nowhere.

The horse knelt on the ground with all four hooves, trembling, as if worshiping something.

Immediately, Jin Jian saw a vague illusory street in his pupils, which was shattered bit by bit.

Two figures fell out from it.

A man stood in the alley, wearing the black official robe of the Zhaoya Jisi, and holding a dark golden dagger in his hand.

It was Zhao Duan!

And in front of Zhao Duan, a few steps away, there was a middle-aged swordsman kneeling on one knee with a weathered face and holding a sword in one hand.

Gao Li knelt on one knee, holding the hilt of the Frost Sword in his right hand.

The mist-covered long sword rested in the cracks of the bricks in the alley, supporting his body.

He hung his head, as if asleep.

His eyes were closed tightly, and the wind blew through the alley, ruffling his long hair in front of his forehead.

The wind blew several feet behind him, and an indigo ghost mask and a hat lying upside down on the ground were both turned over.

quiet.

There was no Baizhang Taoist in the alley, and the green clouds gathered above his head slowly dissipated.

The talented swordsman who had just returned to the capital after eight years, full of high spirits, had no visible wounds except for a scarlet mark on his chest from a flying knife.

But both Zhao Duan and Jin Jian, who was hiding on the eaves, knew:

The person kneeling on one knee was just an empty shell; Gao Li's soul had long since been destroyed.

The scorching sun shines on the earth, but it cannot illuminate the alley at all.

"laugh……"

Zhao Duan loosened his hand, and the dark golden broken knife shrank into a palm-sized flying knife. It coiled in a circle and was put back into his sleeve.

He looked around to make sure he was back in the "real world".

Following his senses, he saw a young priestess floating on the rooftop. She looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her eyebrows raised and she asked curiously:

"Priest Jin Jian? Why are you here?"

The golden tablet overlooked Zhao Duan.

Zhao Duan looked up at the golden tablet.

The two people seemed calm, but their inner emotions were far less calm than they appeared.

"Holy shit... what did I just see... is the Divine Talisman really that powerful? It's a bit over the top, right? It was said that the talisman could summon a god to aid in battle, but Old Deng didn't mention that the one summoned was the Heavenly Dao..."

Zhao Duan was in a state of confusion.

Just now, facing Gao Li's approach, he seemed calm and composed, but in fact he was very panicked inside.

After all, I have only heard of treasures like the "Divine Talisman" but have never seen one.

And the upper and lower limits are very different.

He was not sure which god was sealed in this trump card, nor what level of power it was.

Therefore, when tearing it apart, it is mostly bluffing.

But I didn't expect that this thing was so powerful.

When he first climbed the "Emperor's Tower" at night, he had witnessed the appearance of Tiandao Qingyun with the help of the empress. Combined with Zhang Yan's self-proclaimed claim, he majored in "Tiandao".

It is not difficult to guess the identity of the Taoist priest who was summoned. He is undoubtedly the embodiment of the concept of "Heavenly Way" in this world.

That is: the so-called "Taishang Daozun" worshipped by the common people.

The moment the Taoist's shadow appeared, he saw a breeze blowing past his sleeves.

The talented swordsman who was once famous in the capital knelt down without any suspense.

It is at least a technique at the "worldly" level... Zhao Duan made a judgment based on his limited experience.

On the eaves.

Jin Jian was also not at peace.

She subconsciously touched her belly to confirm that the "Divine Talisman" was still there.

Then why did Zhao Duan have it? Thinking back to the old Taoist's instructions last night... Jin Jian's expression became strange.

A young female priest who can become a Red-Dot Boy, even if she is not smart, is at least not stupid.

As her thoughts turned, she thought for a moment and tentatively asked:

"I said I was just passing by, do you believe me?"

Zhao Duan: "..."

In the awkward atmosphere, Jin Jian cleared his throat, hesitated, and still did not tell the truth.

Mainly in her original expectation, the story should be like this:

Zhao Duan fell into danger, and in desperation, she descended from the sky, showing the demeanor of a master.

But the actual situation was the opposite. Not only did she almost lose him, but before she could make a move, Zhao Duan had already counterattacked and killed him.

Thinking of losing him, Jin Jian's mind moved, his eyes swept across the streets, and suddenly he raised his hand to grab.

With a whoosh, ripples appeared in the air.

An object obscured by magic and hidden in the alley was captured by her.

Jin Jian took a quick look, then lightly jumped down the alley and threw the thing in his hand to Zhao Duan:

"Your spoils."

What is this... Zhao Duan raised his hand to grab it, and found that it was a scroll the size of a palm.

The shaft is made of green jade and wrapped with silver silk cloth.

He tried to unfold the scroll and found it was an ink painting.

What was being described was the street where he had just been.

But at this moment, the scroll was covered with a layer of dark gray, as if it had lost its color.

"Is this... a magic weapon?" he asked tentatively.

Jin Jian glanced at him and corrected him:

"It's a talisman. If I remember correctly, it's called the 'Taixu Painting Scroll'. It's a rare magical instrument that contains a formation and can rely on the outside world to create an independent spatial maze. It's recorded in the books in my Tianshi Mansion."

So, I just entered this painting?

Zhao Duan was delighted to see the prey:

"Is this kind of magical weapon rare?"

Jin Jian said "Yes" and said:

"Each talisman is unique in the world, unlike talismans and elixirs which can be reproduced.

There is only one "Taixu Painting Scroll" in the world. Even if there are similar objects, the details will be different and the names will rarely be repeated.

Especially when it comes to the talismans that form independent formations and contain internal space, there are not many of them even in my Tianshi Mansion.

Even if there are any, they are held by priests in the 'worldly' realm, and it is almost impossible to obtain a divine seal."

Speaking of this, even the wealthy Jin Jian couldn't help but envy Zhao Duan's luck.

Zhao Duan became more and more excited as he listened, realizing that he had picked up a treasure.

Well, the reason Gao Li was able to possess it must be inseparable from the Kuangfu Society... If you want to assassinate court officials in the capital, if you want to be safe and sound, you can only use this kind of magic weapon...

If the "Divine Talisman" was not so powerful, I would have been in so much trouble that no one would have noticed, and I would have died silently... Zhao Duan came to his senses.

"How do you use this thing?" he asked.

Jin Jian shook his head and said:

"Talismans of this level are sealed with secret spells and cannot be used by outsiders unless a powerful person with extremely high cultivation can remove them."

In other words, this scroll has a code and I can’t open it... Zhao Duan was in tears.

But he still decisively put it into his inner pocket, and then he remembered that there was another trophy - Gao Li's "Frost Sword"!

He had an idea and was about to search the body when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves approaching outside the alley.

Zhao Duan and Jin Jian turned their heads to look.

Outside the alley, Zhang Han and Haitang dismounted and led a group of men in brocade clothes, rushing into the alley.

Some held knives, some held swords, and Haitang had already unsheathed the flying knives from her waist, ready to go...

"Zhao Jisi! Are you still alive?"

Zhang Han rushed into the alley with a seven-foot sword in hand. A look of joy first appeared on his expressionless face, and then he became alert:

"Where are the rebels? Have they escaped?"

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Typos should be corrected first and then replaced

(End of this chapter)