Chapter 319: Strange Insect, Taoist Priest vs. Qin Ming, they overturned the table with each other

"If you scream again, I'll kill you too~" Yi Chen smiled gently at the plump female cultivator. This Kun cultivator suddenly felt as if his heart was grasped by a big hand, and boundless fear came over him like a tidal wave, and the scream stopped abruptly.

At this moment, the entire tavern was silent, and everyone was looking at the scene in front of them in shock.

The skinny monkey who had previously asked the bearded monk to lead him away was sitting restlessly in the distance. Just now, the black panther, who had always cooperated with him tacitly, died.

He was killed in public in a violent manner in a busy city. The blood splattered on the ground in a horrible scattered pattern, and a few drops even splashed onto the surface of his shoes.

"Hiss, this person wouldn't know the relationship between me and Mr. Leopard."

"It shouldn't be. Mr. Bao and I have always had a one-way contact. I'm just helping with the sedan chair work."

After some consideration, the skinny monkey felt a little relieved.

Closer and closer.

Yi Chen's figure passed by him, like a heavy dark cloud passing through the skinny monk's heart.

Nothing happened.

The dark clouds faded away, the sun came out, and the skinny monkey's heart was suddenly filled with joy of surviving the disaster.

The shadow moved forward and slowly came in front of the tavern proprietress.

Everyone in the tavern then focused their attention on Yi Chen and the proprietress.

"Lao Yi, you..."

"Madam, I'll give you a few bottles of fennel beans." Yi Chen grinned and handed over a jade box.

Taoist Master Yi had messed with countless people, and the storage rings given to him by kind people contained a lot of elixirs. It was not easy to find some elixirs that could help him break through to the True Person Realm. It took him a long time to find these.

"Let's go." Yi Chen turned around, put his hands behind his back and waved goodbye.

He walked over to the table of the skinny monk.

"I almost forgot."

A big hand suddenly and violently slapped the skinny monk on the head.

In an instant, the skinny monk shortened his head and fell to the cold ground.

"Sorry to interrupt your drinking mood. I, Old Yi, will pay for today's drinks."

With a big move of his hand, Yi Chen took the valuables from the bodies of the skinny monkey and the bearded monk and placed them in front of the table of Mrs. Zhuo, the owner of the tavern. He flashed and disappeared into the lobby immediately.

After Yi Chen's figure disappeared, the lobby of the tavern was in an uproar in an instant, and everyone was asking about Mrs. Zhuo's relationship with this senior. Only after the noise died down did Mrs. Zhuo hang up the closing sign, close the doors and windows, and open the jade box.

"hiss!"

Mrs. Zhuo opened her mouth wide, her face full of shock and ecstasy ~ Unknowingly, some of the scraps that Yi Chen casually scattered could change the fate of a cultivator. This elixir was the reward for the little note he gave to Mrs. Zhuo.

…. ….Revisiting the old place, Youmeng Tower.

Yi Chen was wearing an elegant green Taoist robe and sitting opposite an old Confucian scholar in a tall hat and wide belt.

He bought this Taoist robe at a high price from the largest clothing store in Zeyang City after leaving the tavern.

If he doesn't dress nicely, the Confucianists will think that he is a member of the Hidden Dragon League and cannot afford a good Taoist robe.

Must buy! "Brother Yinlong, please!" Jiuru poured a glass of clear and delicious wine from the flaming red gourd he carried with him and waved his hand.

A pleasant and mellow fragrance wafts into the air, mixed with some indescribable strange scent.

"Good wine. There are 108 kinds of unique aromas, but I can only barely detect 107. I wonder what the last and most crucial one is?" Yi Chen picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and drank it all in one gulp.

This wine can be considered the best among the fine wines he has tasted.

"You have great courage and sharp five senses, fellow Daoist. I thought I was the only one in the world who could smell the fragrance of wine worms, but I didn't expect to meet such a strange person as you today." Jiuru gave a thumbs up and then waved his hand, "Fellow Daoist, please look."

Suddenly, on the table, there appeared a green gourd-shaped fleshy worm about an inch long, with eight legs and a mouthpart shaped like a wine bottle.

Jiu Ru took out a huge wine container, took out Bamboo Leaf Green, Girl's Red and wine from his storage ring and mixed them into one of them. Under Yi Chen's puzzled eyes, he picked up a wine worm and threw it into the wine container. Suddenly, the three clearly different and incompatible wines merged perfectly together.

That green flesh worm was actually the wine worm ranked tenth on the list of strange insects in the cultivation world.

In the eyes of a true drunkard monk, this insect would be flatly rejected even if it was exchanged for the top three gold-eating insects on the list of strange insects.

"Fellow Daoist, please drink a few more cups today." The drunkard put the wine worm back into the gourd, and then urged him to drink again.

Yi Chen glanced at the old man in front of him, but this time he did not drink. Instead, he smiled and said, "Daoyou don't ask for help often, right? If you have anything to say, you might as well speak directly, otherwise this wine will be tasteless."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiuru's face suddenly showed a hint of embarrassment.

He took a deep breath and then said, "I do have a favor to ask of you, fellow Taoist."

"I have already written a letter to call a good friend to help me, but I didn't want you to get involved. Unexpectedly, this morning, I received a message from my friend in a spiritual book, saying that I would be delayed for a day and would not arrive until tomorrow evening."

"The disappearance of the cultivators in Zeyang City points directly to the ruler of Zeyang City, His Majesty Ming Wang's steward. Therefore, I think that in order to give His Majesty Ming Wang justice, why don't we go to visit Ming Wang today? At that time, I will stop His Majesty Ming Wang, and you will capture His Majesty's steward alive. This matter will surely be made public."

"Yesterday, I thought carefully and realized that the strategy of shocking the enemy with a show of force would take too long. If we want to rescue the abducted monks as soon as possible, we must do it sooner rather than later. We can only take an unconventional approach and take some risks."

"We have some tricks in our Haoran Academy that can dig out the information in this person's mind. If the monk's disappearance is really unrelated to His Majesty the King, I will personally apologize to His Majesty and His Majesty the King."

"Jiuru, let me make it clear in advance that this move will bring some trouble to the Taoist priest. Even if you refuse today, I, Jiuru, will still accept you as my friend."

Jiu Ru poured out all his inner thoughts like a machine gun, then he stopped looking at Yi Chen and drank three cups in a row.

It can be seen that he has never asked for help from others.

He felt a little embarrassed. Yesterday he had been saying that he didn't want Yi Chen to confront Ming Wang directly, but today he was going to drag him into trouble.

Yi Chen looked at the old man who turned his head and kept "watching" outside the window, his ears twitching regularly. He suddenly felt that this old guy was a little cute. Although this person was a bit reckless, he was not pedantic. This method was the most direct one.

With the Confucian Haoran Academy in front of him, what else could Yichengzi not dare to do? The investigation of the monk's disappearance has been delayed for several days. If it is not done quickly, it will affect the five-star praise of Old Hantou and Quelong for him.

Master Yi has always been quick in getting things done.

Done!

He had suspected the controller of Zeyang City before, but he had no evidence or clues, so he went undercover himself. Now Jiuru's words were exactly what he wanted.

Having made up his mind, Yi Chen immediately picked up the wine glass and tapped the table lightly.

"My fellow Jiuru Daoist, I am sorry. How can you ask for help without pouring wine?"

Jiuru turned his head and looked at Yi Chen, then he suddenly burst into laughter and filled Yi Chen's cup:

"My way is not alone. Some people say that Taoist Master Yinlong is violent and cruel, as cunning as a fox. Jiuru will beat that man up when he returns."

"What a bunch of old antiques! Taoist Master Yinlong is so bright and clear. I will defend him after I return to the mountain gate. If everyone in the world is like Taoist Master Yinlong, how could there be so many injustices?"

"Yes, I am a man of great talent and have read many Confucian classics, such as the Book of Songs. I have read it many times and have some understanding of it!"

"Fellow Daoist Jiuru, please use more force when you hit that person who maliciously slandered me!" Yi Chen puffed out his chest and said proudly, with plenty of alcohol-degrading enzymes in his body, not blushing at all.

"Master, do you also study the Book of Songs?" Jiuru's face became even more excited when he heard this, with a gleam of the light of meeting a soulmate.

"Master, I have a couplet. Why don't we set off now and rush to His Majesty the King Ming's residence, and think, act, and answer the questions at the same time? How do you think?"

"Can!"

"Yes, the Taoist priest and I went to Zhengyang Sect together yesterday, and the first sentence was, Taoist priest Yueming went to Qingshan."

"Master, please take your time to think about it. We will leave now."

After they drank another cup, they went downstairs together. After taking seven steps, Yi Chen slapped his thigh and responded loudly with seven steps forming a sentence:

"Yes."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"The next sentence is Sunrise, nun, white water coming!"

At this moment, on the shore of Youmengze Lake, a nun in black robes was walking slowly along the lakeside. The sunlight was scattered on the lake surface, and after reflection, the lake light was white and dazzling.

Jiuru opened his mouth, looked at the complacent Yi Chen, straightened his tall hat and said repeatedly: "Master, this side, we have to hurry, so as not to have more trouble at night."

At this moment, Jiuru secretly swore in his heart that he never wanted to exchange poems with a Taoist in public again.

Now he felt that the version of "Book of Songs" that the Taoist Master Yinlong in front of him was reading was definitely not the original version, but an enhanced version.

"Master, the steward of the Ming King is an old servant who has been with him since he was a child. The two have a very close relationship. Basically, the Ming King takes this man with him wherever he goes. When we go to the Ming King's palace, we will do this, this, and this."

Along the way, Jiuru kept giving instructions to Yi Chen, transmitting information about King Ming and details of the upcoming move.

The two men concealed their movements and ran quickly on the roofs on both sides of the street, like a hurricane passing through, and soon they arrived in front of a vast palace complex.

Passing through palaces and across dozens of circular archways, Jiuru seemed to have a good official position in the Qin Dynasty. Led by two armored guards, he soon arrived in front of the most magnificent palace.

The Ming King was extravagant, and the palace where he slept had ninety-nine steps.

Most people don't dare to imagine how high and long the steps of the Zeyang Palace are! Here, white jade is used as steps, gold is used as horses, and there are carved beams and painted buildings. Two Xiezhi mythical beast statues stand in front of the palace gate, and the space is distorted by a large formation.

However, at this moment, the statue of the Xiezhi mythical beast in front of the palace gate was wrapped in three feet of white silk, and white flags and elegy were hung on the steps of the palace.

Jiuru glanced at him and his face suddenly turned pale.

He had already recognized the name on the eulogy; it was the name of King Ming's chief steward.

This person is actually dead.

A nameless anger rose in Jiuru's heart.

King Ming did not explain, nor did he ask his chief steward to cooperate in the investigation. Instead, he started the meal directly.

Looking at the time on the eulogy, it was actually last night.

What a brutal and cruel method, to end it all once and for all, it was obvious that the master was confident of it.

At this moment, Jiuru had basically determined in his heart that this matter must be related to King Ming, and the thing he least wanted to see had happened.

Thinking of this, he concentrated his mind, forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, and was about to climb the stairs.

At this moment, a frivolous middle-aged man in a golden robe appeared on the top of the steps, holding a beautiful woman in red, and a fake smile came from above.

"I was wondering why there was a magpie singing so early this morning. I didn't expect it to be Lord Jiuru who came to visit my humble abode. It really makes my humble abode shine."

"Unfortunately, my butler died of a sudden illness last night and is still in mourning. I cannot have a feast with Master Jiuru today."

After saying this, Ming Wang tightened the waist of the woman beside him as if in protest.

Yi Chen's expression remained normal, his eyes constantly wandering between the middle-aged man and the woman in red beside him.

Finally, his sight fixed on the woman in red.

After all, what's so good about "Zhongdeng"? The woman in red next to this man is more attractive. This woman has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and her temperament is sometimes extraordinary, sometimes seductive, sometimes dignified, and sometimes graceful. All the temperaments that a man can imagine can be found in this woman.

Her feet were bare, and she was wearing a gradient green long skirt that looked like a lotus. She looked like a lotus in full bloom, and her beautiful legs were exposed under the skirt. When the wind blew, her body was faintly visible in the sunlight above the steps.

The lighting from this angle is very good. Since he couldn't find Ming Wang's weak spot, Yi Chen decided to take a few more glances at his wife to refresh his eyes.

"Butler Yuan has been with Your Highness since he was a child, and they have a very close relationship. I have heard privately that Your Highness once called Butler Yuan his "father" when he was young."

"Unexpectedly, Steward Yuan passed away suddenly. I wonder if Jiuru can go up to see him for the last time and offer him three sticks of incense."

Jiuru glared at the middle-aged man on the stairs. Without waiting for his answer, he climbed up the stairs one by one and looked at the King Ming.

"teacher."

"Don't call me teacher. I have only taught Your Highness the Book of Songs for two and a half months. I am not worthy of the title of Your Highness' teacher." Jiuru said coldly.

Yi Chen was standing at the bottom of the stairs eating melon. He never expected that King Ming and Jiuru actually had other connections.

"Well, Master Jiuru, please, the fellow Taoist below, please come up as well."

After a cup of tea, Jiuru was sleeping in a secluded house in Zeyang City, and Yi Chen stood opposite him.

"Fellow Daoist Jiuru, what can we do now?"

"wait!"

"wait?"

"Yes! His Majesty, the current Millennium Emperor, cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes, even if His Majesty the Ming King is of noble status. My friend will be here tonight. By then, the Taoist priest, my friend and I will join forces to capture the Ming King in one fell swoop. In front of the Holy Heavenly Heart-Searching Mirror of my Confucian sect, the Ming King's secrets will be exposed."

"With the three of us joining forces, we can definitely capture the King of Ming alive, even if there are many traps and formations in the Zeyang Palace."

"Okay!" Yi Chen looked at the drunkard who was hesitant to speak, and immediately nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)