Chapter 157 The True Devil Sends an Order
Zhou Yi lowered his body and continued to examine the body.
He was quite engrossed in his work and ignored the gazes of others.
The girl in blue stood beside him, holding a lantern to light the way for him. Her black, gem-like eyes looked at him from side to side, always with a hint of confusion and curiosity.
Because the assassin came from Duzun Castle, Fan Caiqi was at a loss and couldn't make up her mind.
Seeing that Miss Qingzhu was a little abnormal, he hurriedly said, "Sister Qing, please move the lantern away. It's almost touching Mr. Zhou's face."
The girl hummed and moved the lantern away, then leaned over to see how Zhou Yi touched the corpse.
She had a keen eye and spotted something.
There were many members of the Sichuan Gang around, so she pretended not to hear the three words "Miss Shi" and asked aloud, "Are there any secrets in these acupoints?"
"I'll see if it has anything to do with the Coffin Palace, or..."
Zhou Yi paused: "Or it may involve the Evil King."
When the word "evil king" was mentioned, the girl did not respond, but her eyes became complicated, with more vigilance and alienation in her emotions.
Fan Caiqi on the side frowned: "I have never offended them."
"This has nothing to do with whether Miss Fan provoked them. I was just suspicious," Zhou Yi said after examining all fifteen bodies from the Duzun Castle. "It seems I was overthinking it."
Fan Caiqi didn't dare to relax: "What should I do?"
"Don't panic."
Zhou Yi stood up:
"First of all, you have to make one thing clear. Lord Jie of Duzun Fort had no reason to order his men to assassinate you. He was the one who set the pattern of Bashu. If he wanted to dominate alone, he should have assassinated Lord Fan and annexed the Chuan Clan, not killed you and provoked your father's wrath."
"Arrange these bodies and carry them back to the Sichuan Gang at daybreak."
Fan Caiqi hesitated and said: "My father..."
"You are unharmed, and Boss Fan has remained calm, so this matter can be explained. I know very little about the internal relations between your three major factions. I will let your father judge for himself what kind of struggle it is."
Seeing her nod, Zhou Yi walked towards Hou Xibai while thinking.
Beside him, of course, there was a figure holding a lantern.
"Mr. Zhou."
"Um?"
"Who is the Miss Shi you just mentioned?"
Zhou Yi put his thoughts aside and looked at her sideways: "Of course it's you."
"Why do you say that?"
She was about to test him when he blurted out, "I heard about it from Old Lu, um, Mr. Lu Miaozi."
Lao Lu knew everything about Bixiu Xinshizhixuan, and he even sent a secret letter to Youlin Valley before his death. Zhou Yi only needed this one sentence to explain the whole cause and effect.
As soon as I heard the three words "Lu Miaozi".
The girl thought the same as Zhou Yi, and her doubts were immediately dispelled.
In addition to the art of playing the flute, she was also proficient in medicine and mechanical engineering. Among them, many classics on medicine came from Lu Miaozi.
These are all friendships from the previous generation.
Zhou Yi said again:
"Mr. Lu told me about the two sects and the Six Paths. Judging from Brother Hou's behavior and martial arts, he must be a disciple of the Huajian Sect. That's what Shi Zhixuan taught him. He spoke openly to you, which shows his trust in you. Then I remembered that Miss Shi was Brother Hou's junior sister and happened to be in Bashu, so I guessed your identity."
"So that's how it is. Qingxuan's clever tricks really can't be hidden from General Zhou," the girl smiled and bowed, shaking the lantern in her hand back and forth.
"Is Mr. Lu okay?"
"Mr. Lu has recovered from his old illness and is enjoying his old age."
Upon hearing this news, she revealed her genuine joy: "The Grand Commander also possesses medical skills?"
"No, I just know some strange martial arts."
Zhou Yi didn't bother to brag about Lao Lu's private affairs, but changed the subject: "Miss Shi is attracted to quiet and elegant people, why would she be willing to stay in a tavern in the city?"
"How do you know I like quietness? Did Mr. Lu tell you that?"
"Well, as the saying goes, hearing the strings reveals the elegant meaning, and listening to the flute has the same effect."
"Mr. Zhou, please don't try to deceive me," she said, raising her eyebrows slightly. "The painting you made for me was perfunctory, and my Jiangdu Palace Moon was also exaggerated. How can you know a person's character?"
"That's not entirely true. Sometimes the emotions revealed in a tune are subtle, impossible to conceal even if one wants to. Once they reach the ears of a connoisseur, they reveal the true feelings. I once enjoyed this tune with the composer of Jiangdu Gongyue, and by chance, I understood Miss Shi's inner thoughts. Is that surprising?"
Shi Qingxuan smiled softly, "It is said that the Grand Commander Zhou of Jiangnan is a man of great eloquence. How can a humble woman defeat him in an argument?"
The implication is that she still doesn't believe it.
However, I didn't dwell on such trivial matters.
"Qingxuan had no choice but to hide in the tavern. My Youlin Cottage is extremely dangerous now."
Zhou Yi glanced at her and asked seriously:
"Is Miss Shi being protected by Anlong, or is she on guard against Anlong?"
Shi Qingxuan didn't expect that he knew so much:
"Among the people who went to Youlin Cottage a few months ago, there were people from Duzun Castle, but they didn't seem to be people sent by Jie Hui, because not many people know where I live in seclusion. In addition, the enemy I met tonight makes me more suspicious that it is related to Anlong."
As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived where Hou Xibai was.
By daybreak, Hou Xibai's injuries had almost recovered.
Through the conversation between Shi Qingxuan and Zhou Yi, Hou Xibai already knew that, just as he had guessed, he had no secrets in front of Zhou Yi.
So the conversation became more casual.
"Brother Zhou, do you think this was Master Shi's arrangement?"
Zhou Yi didn't say anything. Shi Qingxuan felt his gaze and said bluntly:
"Mr. Zhou, don't worry about the relationship between me and that person. I wouldn't be surprised if he arranged for someone to kill me."
Everyone could hear the alienation in her words. In addition to resentment, fear, and difficulty in forgiving her, her feelings towards the Evil King were also extremely complicated due to their blood ties.
But surprisingly,
This negative emotion can almost destroy a person, but it does not affect her feeling the colorful life in the bright spring sunshine. She always maintains vitality and infinite vitality, and can also play a clear flute music elegantly and quietly.
"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou"
Hou Xibai shouted twice and poked his arm with the beauty fan.
Zhou Yi calmed down and said, "It may not be your master, it is more likely your senior brother."
When talking about this senior brother, Hou Xibai felt a little overwhelmed.
He had learned from the magic tricks of the illusion that Yang Xuyan was his senior brother, and also knew that he had assassinated Yang Guang.
"Why would Yang Xuyan do this? Isn't he afraid of Master Shi? If An Long disobeys Master Shi, won't that mean he will die?"
Hou Xibai shook his head repeatedly, and Zhou Yi patted his shoulder:
"Brother Hou, you must stop looking at the current martial arts world with the eyes of the past. You think An Long is loyal to your master, but he might be the first to rebel. I'm almost certain that Yang Xuyan has been to Champion City just like you. But he's even more courageous. He must have entered the Coffin Palace and gained something."
"Besides, he is also a member of the Great Ming Zun Cult."
Hou Xibai's expression changed as he followed Zhou Yi's train of thought.
He sighed slightly, "It seems that Master Shi already has the answer. When it comes to our sect's inheritance, I am indeed inferior to Senior Brother Yang."
After saying this, he suddenly showed a look of relief, unfolded his folding fan, and waved it gracefully:
"Master Shi once swore a holy oath that if, by the age of twenty-eight, I could not withstand his full-strength attack of the Huajian Sect's supreme martial arts, the Twelve Branches of the Flower Sect, I would die with the sect."
"Use all your strength?"
"Yes."
"Then you're doomed. Your master captured the monk Bu Tan at Longxing Temple. His idea of the unity of Buddha and devil is exactly what he needs. And with his collaboration with the Great Venerable, who knows what else he can gain. When you're twenty-eight, he'll attack with all his might. You'll have no chance of survival."
Hou Xibai's expression was calm, revealing his elegant demeanor. "So, my time is running out, so I must cherish every day ahead."
Suddenly, he saw Zhou Yi smiling: "Brother Zhou, what do you have to teach me?"
"Brother Hou, you cannot die. You are my friend. How can the Evil King kill you whenever he wants?"
Hou Xibai asked suspiciously, "How is Brother Zhou going to deal with Master Shi?"
"That's easy. I just need to capture his daughter."
Hou Xibai was stunned for a moment, then realized he was joking to cheer him up. Shi Qingxuan glanced at him unhappily: "You have such a crooked idea. He might kill me too."
"Just kidding," Zhou Yi smiled, "Brother Hou, don't worry. Your master's training speed may not be as fast as mine. When you are 28 years old, I will definitely be able to protect you."
"Even if I only live to be 28, I will die without regrets as long as I have a friend like Brother Zhou."
The wealthy young man picked up the beauty fan and fanned Zhou Yi who was standing beside him.
Zhou Yizheng put his arm around his shoulders and said earnestly, "The person who understands my paintings best in this world is none other than Brother Hou. A kindred spirit is hard to find, and I cherish him very much."
"Miss Shi, in this situation, why don't you play a song for us?"
Shi Qingxuan actually cooperated, but the tunes she played were sometimes "the sound of tearing silk makes my heart shiver", and sometimes "the gurgling spring flows under the ice", which were not pleasant to listen to.
Soon, the voice of the Grand Commander was heard from the room again, "There is a mistake in the song, there is a mistake in the song."
The girl was responding to his bad idea.
When the evil king's daughter was captured, the sound of her flute naturally had this rhythmic tone.
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“Almost there.”
Fan Caiqi pointed ahead and said, "Walk halfway down this street and you'll reach the headquarters of the Sichuan Gang."
The Sichuan Gang members who carried the corpse walked in front, and Zhou Yi and the other four followed at the end.
When approaching the headquarters of the Sichuan Gang, Fan Caiqi deliberately slowed down her pace.
She is not stupid when it comes to big things. Even though someone has passed on the message, she still has to give her father time to react.
Looking at all the forces in the world, no one would dare to neglect the fact that the Grand Commander of Jianghuai was coming in person.
The Sichuan Gang's headquarters is very different from the Nanyang Gang.
Zhou Yi could see the towering watchtower from afar. The layout of the gang's headquarters was like a village stronghold, except that the buildings were taller, the location was more prosperous, and the decoration was more exquisite.
They even diverted a tributary of the Jieyuxi River from the inland river to pass through the main rudder, giving it the feeling of a "small moat".
However, this layout not only does not add a sense of grandeur, but instead has a sense of softness and comfort.
The stream was very calm, sparkling with golden light in the spring sunshine, without a single ripple.
The calmness of the river was finally broken by the sound of a large number of footsteps.
Hundreds of strong men rushed out of the Sichuan Gang's headquarters. The middle-aged man in the lead was wearing a brown martial arts uniform. Fan Caiqi looked 70% similar to him. He was the leader of the Sichuan Gang, the gun master Fan Zhuo.
He recognized Zhou Yi at a glance, and with a smile on his short bearded face, he came forward with a fist clasped.
"The Grand Commander has come to our gang. Please forgive me for not coming to greet you."
Zhou Yi politely responded with a fist clasp:
"Boss Fan is too polite. I am sorry for the intrusion of your visit. Please don't blame me."
Fan Zhuo waved his hands repeatedly and raised his voice: "No, no, no~!"
Then, he said something that surprised Zhou Yi a little:
"If I had known the Grand Commander was coming, I would have prepared for it more than a month in advance."
He exchanged pleasantries, being a little overly polite, and took the initiative to lead the way.
Among the leaders of the three major forces in Bashu, Jie Hui of Duzunbao is the best in terms of personal strength, far ahead of the gun tyrant of the Sichuan Gang and leader Feng of the Ba League.
But as a large local gang, the Sichuan Gang has a large number of members and has branches in all counties of Bashu.
Even if Zhou Yi has a special identity, there is no need for him, as a powerful local boss, to act so humble, especially when there are so many Sichuan gang members around him.
Zhou Yi was a little confused.
With this doubt, he walked all the way to the headquarters, a five-story building. In the main hall on the third floor where a statue of Guan Erye was placed, Fan Zhuo invited him to sit next to the main seat.
Behind Zhou Yi and Gang Leader Fan, there were three large incense sticks with green smoke rising from them.
As the two sat down, the straight column of smoke bent their waists.
Hou Xibai and Shi Qingxuan also sat down in the hall.
Fan Caiqi poured tea for them both.
Another waiter from the gang came forward and poured a cup of fragrant tea in front of Zhou Yi.
Fan Zhuo seemed a bit familiar and said with a smile, "Teahouses in Bashu are scattered all over the market. Whether it's peddlers or merchants, they stop here to rest and discuss business, and always have a drink while exchanging experiences from all over the world."
He turned his palm and gestured:
"This is Mengding Shihua from Mengding Mountain. It's the earliest curly green tea from Bashu and is known as the top tribute tea. This cup, Grand Commander, was picked from an old tea tree at the very top of Mengding Mountain. This tree is bathed in clouds year-round, and the people of Bashu call it 'immortal tea.'"
Fan Zhuo held up his short beard and introduced this tea with a hint of pride.
Zhou Yi saw that the Mengding stone flower had an upright, even and beautiful appearance, as bright as a silver flower. The tea soup was yellow and green, clear and bright.
The fragrance is rich and it is indeed not an ordinary product.
He couldn't help but laugh and said, "I am just a mortal in the Jianghu, but I have tasted the immortal food. This trip to Bashu is worthwhile."
Fan Zhuo also clapped his hands and laughed, seemingly not caring at all about the corpse that had been carried in earlier.
He chatted with Zhou Yi for a few more words over tea.
Zhou Yi talked freely and recounted to Fan Zhuo the conversation he had had with Shi Long about the tea lady of Guangling.
The Gun Master didn't find it strange when he heard it.
With Zhou Yi's status in the martial arts world, he naturally has a wide range of knowledge and can get closer to these tea fairy stories.
He glanced at Hou Xibai and Shi Qingxuan.
He knew Hou Xiaozi, and his daughter had told him about the other one. There were two elders and the deputy leader Yan Chongxian in the hall, so there were no outsiders.
After a brief chat, we got back to the topic.
This topic should have been brought up by Zhou Yi.
He came from Jianghuai with the purpose of taking over Bashu. As a local tyrant, he should be waiting for a good price.
But for some reason, Fan Zhuo couldn't wait any longer.
"A month ago, a distinguished guest from Meishan County visited our gang and gave us some advice. Does the Grand Commander know who this person is?"
Meishan County.
"But Fellow Daoist Yuan Tiangang?"
"It's Master Yuan!"
Without Zhou Yi's further questioning, Fan Zhuo suddenly changed his address and revealed the true situation: "Master Yuan said that I, Fan, have a problem that requires guidance from the Heavenly Master. I have always admired the Master's physiognomy. Du Yan and I were guided by Master Yuan in the past, which is why we are where we are today."
"And I have also encountered this disaster this time. I am afraid it is more than just a simple difficulty."
Fellow Daoist Tiangang is truly a good friend, even coming to make arrangements.
Zhou Yi accepted the offer and asked casually, "Boss Fan is in charge of the Sichuan Gang. Is there anything he can't solve in Bashu? Even so, there are still the Ba League and Duzun Fort. Why does the boss think that the responsibility must be on me?"
How could Fan Zhuo not understand this simple truth?
"Bashu may appear calm on the surface, but the undercurrents within are surging and terrifying. The Bameng and Duzun Fort are both struggling to cope. If I could mobilize my forces to resolve the crisis temporarily, the subsequent troubles would be endless. We would all have to live in fear from now on. I can't imagine how miserable those days would be."
Zhou Yi took a sip of tea. Seeing him put down the teacup, Fan Zhuo said,
"Even if this matter can't be resolved, it won't prevent our gang from supporting the Grand Commander. Two months from now, the three major factions in Bashu will hold a meeting to re-determine the direction of the situation. Regardless of the attitudes of Duzun Fort and the Bameng, Fan will be the first to speak out for the Grand Commander."
Zhou Yi was even more surprised to hear him say this.
Who did the Sichuan Gang offend?
"Boss Fan, who do you want to resolve your grudge with?"
Fan Zhuo frowned and said, "About twenty days ago, my son Fan Yan offended a member of the Demon Sect at the Wuping County branch. This person behaves very low-key, but I didn't expect him to be a great master."
"He took your son away?"
"No, my son is unharmed. He just brought back a message saying that my son provoked him. He disdains to fight with the younger generation and wants to challenge me. If I lose, I will show him the martial arts passed down from our ancestors."
Zhou Yi smiled slightly: "This guy is quite reasonable. If the gang leader hosts a banquet for him and then has a duel, perhaps he can turn his enemy into a friend."
"well."
Fan Zhuo sighed, "If it were a few months ago, I would have done the same thing. My martial arts skills are among the best in Bashu, so I wouldn't hesitate to fight."
"But things are different now. Many masters of the Demon Sect are active in Bashu. I don't know this person's origins, and I'm worried that if he comes, there will be constant trouble. Few people in the martial arts world are willing to offend the Demon Sect. These people are treacherous and there will always be times when we can't defend ourselves."
Zhou Yi understood his concerns: "When will he come?"
"Calculating the time, if you come as scheduled, you should be here in three or four days."
"good."
Zhou Yi had a natural confidence in the Demon Sect: "I'll take it, but how to resolve it depends on who he is."
"Thank you!" Fan Zhuo clasped his hands together.
"Boss Fan, what else is causing you trouble?"
At this time, Fan Zhuo took a long breath and took out a black token from his sleeve, on which was carved a "coffin".
"It is this coffin palace order."
Seeing this thing, even the Bashu Gun Master would feel his scalp tingling.
It was this thing that forced him to this acre of land.
In the lobby, there was no one except the deputy gang leader Yan Chongxian who knew the inside story.
The others all looked surprised.
Fan Caiqi looked worried. She had no idea this had happened. "Dad, how did this token appear in your hand?"
This strange token is only found in the Coffin Palace and was made by the owner of the Coffin Palace.
Anyone who offends the Coffin Palace, if they are a powerful force, will be sent this order by the real demon.
The leaders of the big forces either go to the Coffin Palace to resolve the conflict or fight to the death.
It's hard to choose between the two.
The most powerful force in the demonic world today is none other than the Coffin Palace.
Not to mention those true demon masters who are devoted to martial arts, just the many powerful demon masters are enough to make people terrified.
The old Sect Master Zhou is an even more powerful figure.
Although the Sichuan Gang has a large number of people, if they suddenly attack the headquarters, it will be a disaster in an instant.
Fan Zhuo waved his hand at her: "Telling you will only cause more trouble."
After saying that, he suddenly saw Zhou Yi playing with the token with great interest. His expression seemed to be even more relaxed than when he heard about the master of the Demon Sect just now.
Fan Zhuo was very puzzled.
"How did the gang leader offend them in Bashu?"
The depressed look on Fan Zhuo's face flashed away. "There's an Evil Emperor Temple outside this city. Some time ago, I heard that the Evil Emperor Temple contained some great martial arts secrets, and many people were digging for it. I learned about it later, so I sent people to investigate. But in fact, they only joined in the fun and gained nothing."
"The people from the Coffin Palace investigated the matter and said that I had dug up their ancestral tomb and asked me to hand over the contents."
"This is outrageous! My Chuan Gang just had a confrontation with the Evil Emperor Temple, and we're being smeared for no reason."
This matter is not new, Zhou Yi has heard about it from Hou Xibai.
The troubles of Duzun Castle also came from here, and they are even worse off.
Xie Hui was powerful, so when his people reached the underground of the Evil Emperor Temple, there were rumors that he had obtained the Evil Emperor's relics.
However, Duzun Castle is a tough nut to crack, and the forces that are keeping an eye on it dare not act rashly.
The relics are in Yang Gong’s treasury, not in the Xie Emperor Temple.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but glance at Shi Qingxuan.
She should have a fake relic in her hand, and there is something special about this fake relic.
Otherwise, with the powerful intuition of the four veteran artists of the Holy Extreme Sect, they wouldn't have fought over her fake relic. Even if it only worked for one round, it showed that this thing was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
"When will the people from the Coffin Palace come?"
“I don’t know.”
Fan Zhuo shook his head: "It's been a while since I received this order, but the true demons haven't come here yet. I wonder if they forgot or did it on purpose."
Zhou Yi knocked lightly on the incense table: "Boss Fan, I can also help you resolve this matter."
His tone was calm, but it made Fan Zhuo feel relieved.
Deputy Gang Leader Yan Chongxian also quickly stood up and expressed his gratitude along with Gang Leader Fan: "Thank you, Grand Commander!"
Guanjun City is so close to Nanyang, yet they can coexist in peace.
In addition to the battle at Longxing Temple, they believed that Zhou Yi had the ability to settle the situation.
It is best not to resolve this matter by fighting and killing, otherwise the peaceful days will be gone.
Zhou Yi felt amused when he saw the two leaders of the Sichuan Gang couldn't hide their excitement.
Lao Tan thought it was a good thing that he gave the token, otherwise it would not be so easy to break through the Sichuan Gang.
After a few more cups of tea, they talked about the latest situation of the three major forces. Duzun Castle was caught up in the rumor of "Evil Emperor's Relics". Although the Ba League was not involved in the dispute of the Evil Emperor Temple, it was also in considerable trouble.
Yan Chongxian said:
"Miao elder Luo Feng has lost several relatives to the living dead and is currently clinging to life. Many of the four major tribes of the Ba League have lost many to this strange phenomenon, and the situation shows no signs of stopping. Perhaps it's some rare plague, as they haven't been on the move lately."
"Jiao Luofeng believed that a medium was causing trouble, so he sought out the Yao leader, Sina. Sina then invited her master, the Tongtian Shenlao of the Heyi Sect."
The Goddess of Tongtian is here too?
Zhou Yi's interest grew, and he kept asking what the signs of the living dead were.
Fan Zhuo explained the details of these living dead in detail. Zhou Yi was surprised when he heard him talk about the texture.
Fan Zhuo explained: "Several people in our gang were in similar situations before."
"They lasted more than ten days, and then they all died."
Yan Chongxian scratched his head as he thought of the tingling sensation on his scalp. "I once dissected a corpse and found its heart rotten, with holes like honeycombs, as if it had been bitten by insects."
"Later, the Miao elders concluded that it wasn't caused by insects. When it comes to heart-eating insect poison, no one is more proficient than the Miao people."
"So Jiao Luofeng said it was a ghost, and now that Tongtian Shenlao has gone to the Bameng, I wonder if she has subdued the medium."
When Zhou Yi heard this, he knew it had nothing to do with the evil spirit and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
He originally thought that Lao Tan had made arrangements in the Bameng and was ready to take advantage of the situation. It seems that he had overestimated Lao Tan's efficiency.
"I heard that the Heavenly Master can walk between yin and yang and pull people back from the gates of hell. If Tongtian Shenlao is also helpless, why don't the Heavenly Master give it a try?"
Fan Zhuo's eyes lit up when he thought of this: "The Ba League and the Li Clan are quite close. This might be a breakthrough point."
Zhou Yi originally wanted to refuse.
But he was also somewhat curious about the so-called living dead: "Boss Fan, please pay attention to this."
“That’s simple, but…”
Fan Zhuo warned, "These people have strange tempers and are anti-foreign. It's easy to run into obstacles if you approach them proactively. The Heavenly Master can't come to them. You must wait for someone from the Ba League to come and invite him. I'll tell Jiao Luofeng that if Tongtian Shenlao can't save his family, the Heavenly Master will be the last straw."
Zhou Yi listened to the advice of the local tyrant and had a full meal.
The idea of taking the initiative to go to the Bameng to investigate was temporarily given up.
The Sichuan Gang has a good relationship with Yuan Tiangang, and with the two issues concerning the Demon Sect, Miss Fan gets along well with them.
With so many connections, Fan Zhuo is still reliable.
At lunchtime, Boss Fan asked someone to prepare a table of delicious dishes.
Zhou Yi ate very happily, Shi Qingxuan also ate a lot, but the only one among their companions, Hou Xibai, didn't eat much.
That's because the whole flat-haired beast he caught yesterday went into his stomach.
Zhou Yi drank a few mouthfuls of the soup, only to find it too fishy and difficult to swallow.
Hou Xibai was injured, and Miss Fan said that the bird was very nutritious. Mr. Hou, who loved flowers, could not bear to refuse the beauty's kindness, so he ate the whole bird.
After dinner, Miss Fan found them a place to stay among the gang.
The Sichuan Gang’s headquarters is like a huge and luxurious mountain stronghold with numerous houses. We originally wanted to find a lively place for them to experience the Bashu atmosphere.
Zhou Yi chose a secluded place.
Hou Xibai felt it was a pity, but Miss Shi was secretly satisfied.
After Fan Caiqi made the arrangements, she added, "You guys take a break first. My father wants to ask me about what happened at the mansion last night. I'll go and explain it to him."
"What happened to the bodies?"
"Load them onto the carriage and send them all to Duzun Castle and hand them over to Uncle Jie."
After Fan Caiqi left, Zhou Yi talked about the Evil Emperor Temple with Shi Qingxuan and Hou Xibai.
"Fake relics?"
Shi Qingxuan tilted her head slightly and looked at him: "Are you asking for it from me?"
"You didn't?"
"Of course I don't have it, but I can go look for it. Are you in a hurry?"
Zhou Yi was a little puzzled, and realized that she was not joking: "There is no rush, let's deal with the Sichuan Gang and the Ba League first."
Hou Xibai reminded:
"The Coffin Palace is very dangerous, and many forces in Bashu are eyeing it. The Evil Emperor's relics are extremely attractive to the people of the two factions of the Six Paths. While the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. At this time, if Brother Zhou wants to succeed in Bashu, he cannot directly confront them."
"Well, I've dealt with people from the Coffin Palace many times, so I'll handle this matter with a sense of propriety."
Hou Xibai nodded, and Zhou Yi looked at Shi Qingxuan again: "Miss Shi, do you have the Immortal Seal?"
"Are you also interested in the Immortal Seal?"
She noticed the change in Zhou Yi's expression and said, "This Immortal Seal Scroll will be useless to anyone else except that person's successor."
Zhou Yi pondered, "It doesn't matter whether it's useful or not, I just want to take a look."
"By the way, Brother Hou, have you seen it?"
"No."
Hou Xibai laughed and said, "Without Master Shi's consent, how could I dare to ask for the Immortal Seal Scroll?"
"Young Master Hou, you should be more honest. The Grand Commander is so overbearing that he immediately demands to see my family's teachings. Can you give me a reason why I want to show you the Immortal Seal?"
"The reason is simple."
Zhou Yi smiled confidently: "I will find a way to quell the chaos in Bashu and return you a peaceful little home in the woods."
Shi Qingxuan looked at the azure sky and said, "This reason is very tempting. I can't refuse it."
“But it’s a pity.”
She looked frustrated. "I was attacked and I lost the Immortal Seal somewhere while trying to escape."
Hou Xibai sighed after hearing this.
If he could practice the Immortal Seal, he would gain enormous benefits.
It's fate.
Just as he was about to sigh, he heard Brother Zhou's voice from the side:
"Miss Shi, don't lie to me."
"No way! I don't have such bad habits as you."
Zhou Yi looked at her a few times, and Shi Qingxuan did not avoid his gaze. Now, Zhou Yi knew that she was not lying. Hou Xibai's last hope was shattered, and he couldn't help but sigh again.
Suddenly, the girl covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes full of playful joy.
"Even though the scroll is lost, I can still recite it."
Her dark eyes were indescribably bright, and before Zhou Yi could speak, she said:
"Grand Commander, please don't look at me with such a stern and majestic look. When I get nervous, I can't remember the Immortal Seal."
Zhou Yi couldn't help but smile. She was indeed the Evil King's daughter.
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(End of this chapter)
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