Qin Shu...
Fang Cun was also feeling the same pain.
In one day and one night, he managed to increase the 30% of the survival skills in his hands to 90% of the survival skills.
In this cloud, there are countless immortals.
Fang Cun, a dignified leader of Yanshu, a genius who always brought fourth-order puppets with him, was forced to develop a sense of inferiority in technology.
Finally, he just broke the jar and broke it -
Inside the house, everyone took a short break.
Fang Cun suddenly looked up and said sincerely, "General Ren, to be honest, my junior master and I actually have quite a few secret manuals on hand. How about we study them together?"
——Urgently recruiting fellow Taoists, focusing on偃術.
Ren Xuan finally discovered that Fang Cun was a complete technology fanatic.
Ren Xuan glanced at him sideways and said, "Don't even think about it. I don't have the motivation, you know."
Do you know what a state machine is? Next time, if I want Qin Shu to mobilize all the manpower and material resources in the world like this again to study a technique, I don’t know when it will happen.
Over there, Qin Shu had just finished explaining something to Wen Congren, then turned around and walked straight towards this side.
He got straight to the point: "Brother Yanshi, what do you want?"
Ren Xuan narrowed his eyes, but smiled inwardly. Qin Shu was still the same. He would feel uneasy if others did things for him without asking for anything.
Fortunately, Fang Cun, who was abducted by Ren Xuan under threat, is not the kind of person who pretends to be a good person in order to clear his name.
If you want it from me, Fang Cun said without hesitation: "The person is dead, I will pick out some bones and take them away."
Ren Xuan watched as Qin Shu's aura suddenly turned cold.
He restrained himself and replied with only two words: "No."
If it doesn't work, change it. Fang Cun didn't hesitate and pointed to the craftsman's tool on the table: "Help me disassemble the craftsman's tool into a formation."
Qin Shu nodded: "Deal."
From hard labor to a business, Fang Cun's expression immediately grew more serious. "Severing Meridians isn't strictly a healing technique, but rather a method of capture. Used to combat evil influence, this technique is a radical departure. It severs the essence and seals the blood. At best, your realm will regress, and at worst, your foundation will be destroyed."
Ren Xuan glanced at Fang Cun who had become serious at that moment, and he was also convinced, you really fall for this 'soft-handed' trick.
Qin Shu said nothing more: "Just do your best."
Fang Cun nodded: "Of course."
Fang Cun suddenly opened the weapon box under his sleeve, and dozens of cold lights flew out from it.
Under Fang Cun's feet, the array pattern quietly spread out, and the faint light like gold filled the room.
The spiritual pressure in the air gradually thickened, and thirty-six black spikes hovered in the air, forming a formation in three breaths.
"seal up."
Fang Cun raised his hand and connected the black needle with the magic array. The energy flowed through like a silk thread and accurately pierced into the thirty-six key acupoints on the young man's body.
The black needle penetrated into the vital points one by one, leaving marks but no blood. The young man who had been struggling on the couch gradually slowed down his movements and his breath became still.
Lu Xiyun gradually quieted down, and finally, even his breath was barely audible.
For several days, the young man, who relied on drugs to fall asleep, seemed to have fallen into another deep dream.
He had a very long and deep dream.
In that dream, the palace was majestic and all the officials were in a state of panic.
"Three hundred families perished! Someone saw with their own eyes that the murderer used the body movements and sword techniques of the Western Mansion!"
"Three villages were massacred! Someone saw that the swordsman looked like the prince! Your Highness, you must be vigilant!"
The Shangshu official kneeling in front of the palace loudly impeached:
"That evil ghost is still killing people! The possibility that the prince might become evil and do something vicious must be guarded against. Your Highness, think twice!!"
In that high position in the dream, Qin Shu's face was hidden in the shadows, and his eyes were dim and unclear.
After a long while, he seemed a little impatient and said coldly:
"Minister Qian, there's no point in arguing any further. I will hand Prince Lu over to the Heavenly Prison of your Ministry of Justice."
"If the murderer disappears from this world, this king will destroy his power."
"If the murderer still causes trouble, all three clans of your Qian family will be exterminated—how do you think?"
The ministers fell silent. Qin Shu looked down at them, his expression as cold as an iron-faced god.
He saw the cold iron chain and the gloomy dungeon.
But the murderer is still killing people.
Another village was destroyed and another hundred households were massacred.
But Qin Shu didn't care at all. He first killed Qian Wu's entire family.
Outside the Meridian Gate, there was a huge crowd of people.
Qin Shu walked into the dark dungeon, leaned over and half-knelt in front of him, saying, "Qian Wu is talking nonsense. I'll kill him and take you out."
He wanted to believe Qin Shu, but... too many people had died.
So he went to investigate, but the truth that was revealed page by page was bloody.
"Qin Shu...did I do this?"
"no."
"Then why are you—exchanging my life essence?"
The other party was silent.
His eyes cracked inch by inch, as if he was suffocating under the pressure of something: "Qin Shu...you hired someone to massacre the village, right?"
Qin Shu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything else: "Xiyun..."
"You massacred the entire village, and now you're going to kill the entire Qian family?! Are you crazy?!"
Qin Shu's voice remained calm: "You've just been infected by the evil. I will take care of it."
"This isn't a solution! You're exchanging lives! You're giving me someone else's life!!"
Qin Shu seemed to want to reassure him, and he gently advised: "They volunteered. They are willing to save you. You will get better."
There are countless people sitting in this high position who are willing to die for Qin Shu.
His voice trembled, more like blood squeezed from his throat: "Qin Shu... I'm killing people."
"So what?" Qin Shu looked at him, his tone gentle and almost calm: "Everyone who knows will disappear. No one will know this."
"Xiyun, I was the one who killed him. It has nothing to do with you, so don't feel pressured."
"Qin Shu...be more normal..."
He lowered his head—
He saw his hands, dripping with blood, dripping into the pool of blood surging at his feet.
Ghosts and monsters, wronged souls seeking revenge, rose from the pool of blood and stretched out their hands towards him.
The burnt bones rose from the blood, and his face was clearly reflected in the empty eye sockets.
He wanted to escape, but his limbs felt like they were falling into an abyss and he couldn't move.
The blood was like a tide, swallowing him inch by inch.
Lu Xiyun suddenly woke up from the nightmare.
He breathed rapidly and subconsciously avoided the hand that was trying to fall on his shoulder beside the couch.
Qin Shu paused in mid-air, then calmed down a bit, his tone becoming gentler: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Lu Xiyun, who was lying on the couch, was still a little dazed for a moment, as if he had not yet completely woken up from his dream. He stared at the person in front of him and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Where is Minister Qian?"
Qin Shu was stunned, apparently unable to react immediately: "...Minister of Justice Qian Wu?"
He subconsciously tried to calm the other person down: "If you want, I'll recommend him as Shangshu."
Lu Xiyun stared at him blankly for a long time, as if recalling something, as if trying to figure it out.
After a long time, Lu Xiyun suddenly reached out and hugged him with great strength, as if he had grasped the last anchor.
The young man whispered, "I just saw another you. He had strayed from the path. I wanted to save him... but I didn't know how."
Qin Shu was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand and hugged the other person back, saying in a gentle but firm tone, "Then leave him alone."
···
Fang Cun's set of Yansuo Duanmai was used, and the thirty-six black needles pierced Lu Xiyun like a sieve, which made Qin Shu heartbroken.
Human hearts are insatiable.
His Royal Highness Prince Xiang's bottom line immediately changed from "just survive" to "survive well."
It is obvious that Lu Xiyun's "good life" cannot be achieved by relying on His Highness's concern.
The camp's medical clinics are overwhelmed. But when there is a big reward, there will always be brave men.
——Wen Congren took this job
Other medical officers: The prince’s cultivation has been completely damaged and it will be difficult to recover in a short period of time.
Wen Congren: Cultivation is difficult because of bottlenecks. Even if someone like the prince has already passed the Yuanhua Wu realm, even if he loses his cultivation, he can recover it in a few years.
Other medical officers: Good medicine tastes bitter, and the prescription has been passed down for hundreds of years, so don’t tamper with it without permission.
Wen Congren: "It's the taste that's being altered, not the medicinal properties. It's just a taste modification. Find a Yanshi to prepare it. Three days will be enough. Your Highness, don't worry."
Other medical officers: The prince is weak now and needs someone to take care of him at all times.
Wen Congren: Your Highness should take personal care of me and stay with me every step of the way, isn't that just right?
Other medical officers: When will the prince be able to get out of bed? I... really dare not say anything rashly.
Wen Congren: One month.
As for the Huzhou Provincial Surveillance Commissioner position, which happens to be vacant, Qin Yingtian also needs experience. Your Highness, please take care of it.
Ren Xuan stood aside, stunned by what he heard. No wonder this guy had both of his disciples under his thumb. He was truly a wise man, and every word he said was spot on when he tried to coax them. His words were truly pleasant to the ears.
What else could Qin Shu say?
--reward.
A "shady" political deal was reached quietly.
Thanks to Wen Congren's diligent work, Prince Lu was able to move around normally after more than twenty days of recuperation.
After a month, everyone in Lu Xiyun could enter the martial arts training ground.
The old prince was so happy that he almost took a pot of wine and adopted Wen Congren as his adopted son on the spot.
Under the leadership of Lu Xingde, the Lu family of Western Xinjiang held a banquet at the residence of Marshal Yunzhong.
After Lu Xingde's detailed instructions, Prince Lu went to each table to toast and thank everyone for their life-saving help.
The old prince was teaching his son, and even though His Royal Highness Prince Xiang had some opinions, he couldn't say much.
In the midst of the joyful atmosphere of the colorful clothes and feathered robes, Ren Xuan saw that the emperor was becoming more and more unhappy.
Up to this point, it was just a drizzle. The real critical hit started with the drunk old Prince Han.
The white-haired Lord of the North, after drinking a cup of hot wine, suddenly felt heroic and shouted at the top of his voice: "Brother Lu Wang! I have come all the way to help you, you can't just say thank you, right?"
Lu Xingde still bowed politely: "Brother Han Wang, please feel free to speak."
Old Prince Han laughed heartily and said bluntly, "I like your boy very much! How about - our two families become friends?"
As soon as he finished speaking, things started to go wrong below the table.
Yue Anshan paused for a moment, then raised his eyes and gave Ren Xuan a look that could be described as "terrifying".
Across from him, Xiao Jingxiu choked on a mouthful of wine that went directly into his trachea, and he leaned over the table, coughing violently.
The Fang family in the south did not mind the big deal. Fang Che stood up with a loud voice and an overwhelming aura.
Prince Fang was dedicated to fighting for every breath in the struggle between the three mansions: "No! If we want a marriage, my elder sister came first!!"
Fang Ci nearly broke her chopsticks on the spot. She pushed her brother back to the table and said angrily, "When Jing Yuan is not around, you start to act arrogantly. I can't control you now, can I?!"
As for Qin Shu, His Royal Highness Prince Xiang had already broken his chopsticks.
Fortunately, Lu Xingde is his real father. The old prince quickly coughed and said, "Thank you for your kindness. How can such a big matter be decided in one sitting? Let's take a long-term view."
However, this is not the end.
With the three prefectures setting an example, all the states and prefectures were unwilling to be outdone and enthusiastically participated in Prince Lu's lifelong event.
Finally, even Qin Xuan, who was sitting at the main seat, was drunk and raised his glass to say loudly: "Old Prince Lu, don't look at them - your Xijiang family and the royal family have a long-standing marriage alliance. Consider my Qin family!"
Lu Xingde laughed out loud: "Your Majesty is drunk! Where in the world is there a princess of marriageable age seeking a prince consort?"
Qin Xuan, however, shook his wine cup and smiled slowly, "It doesn't have to be a prince consort."
Ren Xuan narrowed his eyes - it was confirmed, it was his biological brother, there was no doubt about it.
With Qin Xuan's intervention, the topic immediately went off the rails.
Lu Xingde finally extricated himself from this farce.
No matter how calm he appeared on the outside, Lu Xingde was actually overjoyed in his heart.
He came closer to his son, his face full of expectation: "Xiyun, have you found anyone you like?"
Lu Xiyun began to cough dryly.
Lu Xingde's eyes lit up: "Really?! Father is proposing marriage for you!!"
Lu Xiyun drank the wine in the cup with his head tilted back. With a hint of alcohol in his mouth, he was ready to die: "Father... I like——"
When he mentioned the name, the prince's voice became even lower.
But Lu Xingde still heard those two words clearly.
Lu Xingde let out an "ah".
His son wilted when he saw this: "Father..."
Lu Xingde hesitated again and again, and finally did not dare to respond immediately. He just patted his son's shoulder and coaxed him: "Your Highness, Prince Xiang, you are of noble status. It would be too offensive to propose marriage directly. Xiyun, please allow your father... to test his intentions first."
Lu Xiyun was a little slow to react, and the young man blinked: "Is that so?"
Lu Xingde nodded and continued to persuade: "Listen to your father. This matter of clan members depends on your Highness's wishes before we can discuss it. Don't be reckless."
Prince Lu nodded in confusion: "Oh."
He hesitated again and confirmed again: "Then...if he agrees, you won't object?"
Lu Xingde smiled, with a hint of relief in his smile: "As long as you like it."
"Then don't ask me, Father." Lu Xiyun tugged at his sleeve softly, "I can ask myself."
Lu Xingde hesitated even more, but still nodded, repeatedly admonishing: "Then you must be sensible! Don't anger His Highness, and think about the overall situation of Western Xinjiang!"
Lu Xiyun: "Oh."
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