The space in the carriage was quite spacious, with an exquisite table on one side, on which was placed a set of valuable tea sets, and in the lower cabinet were some candies. Zhou Nuchang's family was extremely poor when he was young, so even though he was getting older and had great power, he still valued the things that he had longed for but could not get when he was young, and now he was in his twenties, he was still very fond of sweets.
All officials in the capital knew that Commander Zhou's favorite thing was malt sugar, which was only eaten by poor people.
He often chews it in his mouth when handling cases.
The young Taoist moved the scabbard of the sword in his hand a few times, and the carriage suddenly shook. Then there were a few "da da" sounds, and a poisoned crossbow arrow shot out with a momentum that was enough to pierce through armor, but was stopped by his scabbard. The Taoist innate Qi actually represents the leap of life, and one's own body itself is already superior to that of a warrior.
It does not mean that all your means will be useless once your innate Qi is exhausted.
Even if they are too tired to use their magical powers, a Taoist master holding a sword and wearing armor can still move freely on the battlefield.
If one wants to kill Qi Wuhuo now by warriors, even if he does not use his magical powers and does not escape, he will need hundreds of heavily armored soldiers to surround and kill him. Of course, it will be different if one uses the luck of humanity and the evil spirit of military strategists, but the young Taoist also has his own methods.
He pushed away the crossbow arrows and swept the carriage with his soul.
There were many luxurious items in the carriage. The gold and silver carried in the carriage were enough to buy a manor in an ordinary town. In addition, there was a set of replacement clothes, two swords worth thousands of gold, a jade pendant, and a thick stack of land deeds, which should have been obtained during this trip.
The most important thing is the Dapeng Ode.
Qi Wuhuo opened the scroll, saw the unbridled and arrogant words on it, felt the extremely energetic humanitarian aura on it, and confirmed that it was an authentic article. This was a scroll of articles written with [literary spirit] and [humanitarian aura]. It was itself a thing of humanitarian aura, but it was not related to the royal family, so it had its value.
The emperor collected this item not so much out of love as out of the need to keep it in the hands of the royal family.
Because this thing represents a possibility -
Perhaps there is a lot of human destiny.
Literary talent is also part of human destiny.
The royal family's aura of being the emperor of humanity is only one of the human destinies, not all of them.
The young Taoist read the Ode to the Great Peng once, then rolled it up again and put it aside. He then picked up a very thick book on the side. This seemed to be Zhou Nuchang's thing. The cover was poisoned, which showed that he would not let others see this thing. After opening it, he saw lines of words written on it. It was an account book -
[Zhao Yipin, seven years old, from a poor family, both parents died, sent 100 taels of silver and 10 volumes of books]
[Shuili Township·Li San, young, father died and mother is ill, send thirty taels of silver and a set of medicine from the palace]
[Zhao Shiqi from Zhaoxiang, six years old, wandering the streets, sending money to him every month, looking for retired members of the Qianlong Guard to adopt him]
Qi Wuhuo flipped through the account book and saw that it recorded the whereabouts of each sum of money.
All of them are young and poor children.
Or there are lines of text recording Zhou Nuchang's trivial thoughts.
"He thanked me for my help and said he wanted to be like me in the future. I didn't know why I got angry, so I beat him up and told him to get out. His expression was terrified, just like when I was sold to the palace. I didn't know why Uncle Wang sold me after feeding me a meal of braised pork, but the people in the palace said that there would be a reward of five taels of silver."
"I don't know how much five taels of silver is"
"Later I learned that with five taels of silver, I could eat as much braised pork as I wanted."
"This little guy probably doesn't know why I hit him"
Qi Wuhuo thought about it, flipped to the front, and saw the first words at the front -
"He sent me to the palace servants and said that I went to the palace because I couldn't stand the poverty. Wang Sangou, I want to kill him."
"My sister married Wang Sangou's son, so I can't kill him."
Apply generously.
Qi Wuhuo turned a few more pages and saw Zhou Nuchang's drunken thoughts - "I can't be nice to them. I even have to whip them. I have killed too many powerful people. Whoever I am nice to will die. Just like A Liu, I was ordered to investigate corrupt officials, but when I returned to Beijing, I found that A Liu had been sold to a brothel and tortured beyond recognition."
"I am the emperor's dirty knife. I have killed too many powerful people. They can't kill me, but they can touch those ordinary people."
"So you have to bow your head to the powerful, you have to be as ruthless as possible to the people, and you can only survive alone."
"The order for my transfer was issued by the Crown Prince himself."
'They made a deal'
"I see, Master, I understand what you said to me."
"In this imperial city, being a mad dog who doesn't think about anything is much better than being a human being."
All the trivial records afterwards were about killing someone.
Most of the silver obtained from the killing and the gold and silver extorted from officials were distributed.
Secretly support children who have had the same experience as you did when you were young, and buy them some candy.
In the end, the killing became more and more serious, the number of deaths increased, and the amount of money donated increased. There was only one puzzle:
"Seeking revenge is nothing but a drop in the ocean. It will only provoke the wrath of the Saint. If we massacre all those involved in the past, not only will we not be able to take revenge, but we will also cause more people to die. Why would we do such a thing?"
"What happened back then is over."
"If they keep quiet, they may be able to live in peace. But if they are like the noble family, they still show their indignation, which will attract murderous intent."
"Can't we just stop here and live a good life?"
At the very end, it said that if he died, he hoped that the children would not be told.
I hope they don't know that the person who helped them is a man with bloody hands.
Qi Wuhuo put down the file. The names written in it showed that he had killed more than a thousand people, and the number of children he had sponsored was several times that. Whether it was seeking peace of mind or being twisted and complicated, the blood and struggle revealed, as well as the smelly sea of blood hidden under the boundless luxury of the imperial city, were all extremely clear.
"Aqi, Aqi!"
Came the little peacock's voice.
Qi Wuhuo's soul swept over, and rain fell heavily, refracting light to cover up the traces of the too brutal killing. The little peacock flew up in the air. It was still too young, and when it flew, it was like a fat little chicken soaring. If it relaxed a little, it would slide down, and then it would flap its wings with all its strength and climb up leisurely again.
In the end, it seemed to dislike the rain wetting its wings.
The furry little fat chicken turned around and made an arc in the air to avoid the rain.
At the same time, it shows two temperaments: fat and light, which are caused by gluttony.
The young Taoist turned around, lifted the curtain with his left hand, his eyes were gentle, and he stretched out his right hand forward.
The innate qi draws the flowing wind.
Like a moving bridge, the little peacock was held steadily in the palm of his hand. The little peacock swayed slightly and found a comfortable position. Then he rubbed his head against the palm of the young Taoist and said happily: "Aqi Aqi, I found you!"
"I want to eat sweet snacks, freshly made noodles, and warm meat buns fresh out of the oven!"
The young Taoist replied gently: "Yes."
Turning around and looking at the Dapeng Fu, the satisfied little peacock jumped onto Qi Wuhuo's shoulder, staring at the Dapeng Fu curiously, and said: "What is this?! It doesn't look delicious!"
The young Taoist said, "An opportunity."
"Opportunity?"
"Well, perhaps only by breaking the imperial family can we control the destiny of humanity. The destiny of humanity can be divided into the imperial family, military strategists, literary reputation, and people's livelihood. Non-imperial family members can have destiny, and only those who are beneficial to the human race can have destiny. Military strategists protect the country, literary talent creates good stories, and the common people cultivate the fields. More or less, they should all have some feedback."
"The human race's emperor's luck will still be the most favorable, but their right to confer titles can be deprived."
"Without the power to confer titles, the emperor would no longer be so high and mighty and revered as a saint."
"Whether he will be just a Son of Heaven or a human king, or be honored as the emperor by the people, depends on what the emperor does."
"If what I think is correct, the current royal family has overstepped their authority..."
As he looked at the volume of Dapeng Fu, many thoughts emerged in his mind. Then he folded it up and put it into his sleeve. He then took out another roll of white paper from the carriage. There were dark patterns on it and it felt as delicate as gold foil. Each sheet of such white paper was extremely expensive, and only the Qianlong Guards who exploited the noble families would have it.
But it is exactly the same as the white paper used for Dapeng Fu.
The little peacock asked curiously: "Aqi Aqi, what are you going to do?"
"Rewrite the Ode to the Great Peng"
"Eh? Did you write this Great Moon Bird Ode, Aqi?"
"What big moon bird?"
The young Taoist laughed and corrected him, "It's Dapeng."
"Oh, roc, roc."
The little peacock thought seriously, and then asked: "This big moon bird, I mean, the big roc, can it be eaten?"
"It's a big bird, so it must be good for a long time."
“It seems like this is a really amazing bird!”
Qi Wuhuo smiled helplessly, but the little peacock seemed to have seen a huge Yueyue bird that filled the entire room. When the time came, one leg would be roasted and the other leg would be braised. They were all big birds, and the big pot in the Taoist temple might not be able to hold them all!
Ah, Dayueyueniao, you are so awesome!
The little peacock was fantasizing in his heart, and even though he didn't get to eat it, he was already feeling happy unconsciously.
After finally collecting his thoughts, he saw the young Taoist grinding ink and said, "Aqi, are you going to make a fake one?"
The young Taoist picked up his pen.
Liu Feng held up the golden osmanthus paper and said, "Although this was not written by me, I know the person who wrote it."
"I rewrote it, even though there are some mistakes."
"But the prince, he still can't recognize it."
The young Taoist's tone was calm and composed, yet he had a certain bearing.
In a pool of blood, with rain dripping and sword energy as frosty, the young Taoist wrote down the Ode to Dapeng in such an environment. He was still calm and peaceful. However, when he put pen to paper, he clearly used the writing style of the Great Daoist. Naturally, the sword intent was rich and boundless, and an extremely strong self-will was integrated into this volume of the Ode to Dapeng.
There is nothing mysterious about it from now on.
Until the young Taoist picked up the pen with his right hand and put it down, writing non-stop, and raised his left hand to turn it into a sword finger.
Sweep it suddenly.
The sword that killed thieves seemed to have a spirit. It turned into a sword light and flew directly into the carriage, hovering in the air.
The young Taoist raised his eyes and brushed his hand across the sword.
A strong will rose above the sword that killed the thief.
It seems that one can still hear the old man with a broken leg holding a lamp and looking at his sword under the moonlight, roaring angrily and unwillingly to kill the enemy.
"Kill the thief..."
The young Taoist stroked the sword.
The child who had a chance to escape because of the cavalry's tearing a hole in his body, now responded to the cavalry who turned their backs on the people and rushed to their death: "I will help you."
“Although there is a high probability that he cannot be killed.”
"But at least I can help you with this sword."
"In front of all the civil and military officials, in front of everyone, in front of the heavens and the earth, I will smash his flawless aura."
“This is the only way to have a future.”
"Since I have accepted your wish, even if I cannot fulfill it immediately, I will at least collect some interest first."
Then the young Taoist picked up his brush, and used the last obsession and unwillingness of the Iron-Armored Black Rider as ink, and the rolling red dust as a brush. In the rain of swords and the pool of blood, he concentrated his mind and completed the last few words of the Dapeng Ode in one go. Then when he picked up the brush, this pen made of the hair of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf seemed unable to withstand the aura, and slowly shattered and dissipated.
The words on the Dapeng Fu lit up faintly, and then disappeared.
Qi Wuhuo had seen Uncle Niu making things look old, so he tried to do it in the same way.
Makes this Dapeng Fu look not so new.
Then he rolled it up and put it back to its original place. The dripping rain washed away the bloody smell here, as well as the secret. The prince was originally cautious by nature, and now after what happened before, he became cautious and suspicious, even a little frightened.
But presenting the Dapeng Poem was his last chance to please the emperor.
Even if I have some doubts, there is nothing I can do.
The young Taoist stood up, turned around and walked off the carriage. The rain was falling like swords, and the thirty or so Qianlong Guards were scared to death. Only Zhou Nuchang seemed to be alive, holding on tightly, and withstood the swords falling like rain. Both his parents died when he was young, and he survived by wandering around. He entered the palace and climbed up step by step to the position of the left commander of the Qianlong Guards. Regardless of good or evil, he is always very resilient.
It was not until he saw the file in Qi Wuhuo's hand that his expression changed drastically, as if he was about to collapse.
The young Taoist did not draw his sword.
He bowed slightly and said, "You have rescued more than three thousand people in the past ten years."
“This gift is small.”
"Thank you."
The young Taoist stood up straight and swept his sleeves. The volume of files fell down and was swept by the innate Qi and turned into flames. Each name represented sin, redemption, killing, salvation, the past, and persistence, but they were all swallowed up by the flames. Zhou Nuchang roared and pounced over subconsciously, as if this thing was more important than his life.
The sword rings loudly.
The young Taoist unsheathed the sword in his hand and slashed it horizontally, shattering Zhou Nuchang's soul and turning it into dust. His sins, obsessions, struggles, and sins of this life no longer existed from then on. When the sword was put back into the scabbard, Zhou Nuchang's soul mixed with the ashes of the file, and then was blown away by the wind and never seen again.
"Slay demons and slay monsters, the wind and fire never stop. Thousands of people will be slain, and tens of millions of people will be killed."
"The three souls are forever scattered, and the seven spirits are lost."
The young Taoist held the sword in one hand, chanted the Taoist incantation with his left hand, and recited the true secret.
The sleeves of the robe hang down, the body is desolate, the wind is bleak.
It is no longer about venting anger and killing the enemy, but about resolving cause and effect.
Just put the sword back into the sheath.
One cause, one effect; one drink, one bite; the return of cause and effect is the result of this body entering into catastrophe.
The little peacock asked curiously: "Aqi Aqi, what does he want to do?"
The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied:
"have no idea."
"He's dead and no one knows."
"I don't want to know."
The Taoist priest let his sleeves fall down, drew his sword, and left words on the stone wall, then walked away holding the sword.
The death of the left commander of Qianlong Guard did bring some consequences. The prince seemed to see a young Taoist priest riding a bullock cart and carrying a colorful bird on his shoulder in his dream. He could not see his face clearly, but he cut off his left arm with a sword. The prince opened his eyes wide, but still could not see the young Taoist priest's face clearly. He could only hear the wailing of what seemed like millions of people.
I was writhing in pain, but I heard those who were wailing suddenly burst into laughter.
They stretched out their hands as if to pull themselves into hell.
The chopped-off left hand was actually pinching his throat tightly, as if trying to strangle him to death.
The prince was frightened awake, his mind was out of control during the day and he could not speak for a long time. Then he learned that Zhou Nuchang was in trouble, so he ordered his subordinates to look for him. They found that all the people were dead and the secrets were gone, even the souls disappeared. There were only names engraved on a stone wall. They were all the remaining old soldiers of the Black Armor Army. There were twenty-seven names, like twenty-seven pairs of eyes.
Staring at the river of blood, staring at the noble prince.
Let’s see when you will perish!
The murderer is an old friend from Jinzhou!!!
The prince was frightened and asked again if Dapeng Fu was available.
The man replied, "In addition to the deaths of many Qianlong Guards, the gold, silver, treasures, land deeds, and even the scroll of Dapeng Fu are still there. It seems that the murderer was only seeking revenge, not stealing money."
"Everything is still there, everything is still there..."
The prince heaved a sigh of relief when he knew that Dapeng Fu was still there, and murmured, "It's okay, it's okay." His face changed rapidly several times. He first turned pale when he heard the news, and then relaxed, and his face turned an unusual red again. After muttering in a daze for a long time, he hurriedly ordered local officials to collect the bodies of the Qianlong Guards and then send Dapeng Fu.
After flipping through it, I found that it was indeed The Ode to the Great Peng, and I felt a little relieved. However, I was still terrified and could not sleep day or night. Every time I woke up, I seemed to see the eyes of the young Taoist priest, which were calm and seemed to be heartless and forgetful, yet calm and vast, and encompassed everything, and my heart began to beat fast.
So he gritted his teeth, got up at night and issued an imperial decree.
He selected 500 guards to protect himself, left Zhongzhou overnight, and went straight to the capital with "Dapeng Fu".
The sudden change frightened the prince and caused the future emperor to change his original plan.
Everyone was very curious and wondered where this sudden change came from.
After killing someone, the young Taoist did not return to Lianyang Temple, but went to the mountains on the way.
Visiting an old friend.