Zhu Youwen and Fake Li were riding in the same carriage and were driving on the road.
The driver of the carriage was a passing farmer. Unfortunately, he happened to be met by Zhu Youwen and Fake Li, and then, naturally, he was forcibly "recruited" by the two of them.
The frame was slightly bumpy, but both Fake Li and Zhu Youwen were very stable on the road.
"What's going on?" Zhu Youwen looked at Fake Li, who was sitting opposite, meditating with his eyes closed. He felt that the other person's breath was gradually calming down, and he thought he had made some progress, so he asked.
Fake Li remained silent.
On the roadside, the sun shines on the earth through the gaps in the leaves, like a touch of warm gold. The forest is filled with fresh air, and the moist soil exudes a faint fragrance. Here, the beautiful mountains and clear waters, the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers form a picture like a fairyland.
The blue sky hangs high, and the sunlight passes through the gaps in the leaves and shines on the green ground, instantly lighting up the entire forest. The green trees are shining with vitality under the sunlight, and the dewdrops on the leaves are crystal clear, like countless small diamonds shining among the branches.
"Great breakthrough in skill." After a long time, Fake Li said calmly.
"It's fun to study martial arts, why are you so unhappy?" Zhu Youwen asked with a sarcastic curve on his lips.
"There is a flaw in this method. Although I have forcibly controlled Li Sizhao's internal power and integrated it, it is not my own internal power after all.
I know that he has a Huayang acupuncture method that can transform people's internal energy. "Fake Li looked at Zhu Youwen calmly and said.
At this moment, the two of them were on their way to Fengxiang.
"Hmph..." Zhu Youwen sneered a few times. Zhu Youwen had naturally heard of Huayang Acupuncture.
"Do you think Huayang Acupuncture can also be effective on him?" Fake Li suddenly had a whim, looked at Zhu Youwen in front of him, and asked.
Hearing this, Zhu Youwen shook his head slightly and said, "He has mastered the complete Jiuyou Xuantian Divine Technique. His weak-suffering skills are no greater than his. I'm afraid it's not that simple to dissipate his internal power."
When Fake Li heard this, he stopped talking.
If his skill could surpass Li Xingyun, would he still be here thinking about these things?
"Slow down, stop the car!" Suddenly, Zhu Youwen's face turned cold and he shouted loudly.
With the blessing of his unfathomable internal strength, his voice was like a bell, frightening the driver into a panic. He quickly pulled the reins and stopped.
Even the fake Li opposite him was slightly tilted back by his shout, but it was so slight that it couldn't be seen at all.
The birds in the nearby forest were frightened by his loud shout and flew up one after another. Hundreds of birds took off in an instant, it was so spectacular.
Zhu Youwen opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.
"Old... old... master, yes, where is it..." The coachman was so frightened by Zhu Youwen that he jumped out of the car and knelt down beside the car. He couldn't stop begging for mercy and apologizing with his hands clasped in his fists. He was afraid that it would not be what he wanted and he would cause trouble. The man in front of me was unhappy and he was killed.
Just because he was too nervous and afraid, his voice was shaky.
'What did I do that dissatisfied you?' Before the second half of the sentence could be uttered, Zhu Youwen interrupted him.
"Shut your mouth!" Zhu Youwen scolded the coachman in a low voice and said.
"Yes, yes..." When the coachman heard this, he immediately closed his mouth.
"What's wrong, Ghost King?" Fake Li was dressed in a black robe, which also covered his face. He also opened the curtain, stepped out of the carriage, looked at Zhu Youwen, and asked.
"Your Excellency has been with us for so long, why don't you come out to talk!" Zhu Youwen ignored Fake Li's question, but asked sternly. The surroundings were empty, and Fake Li and the driver couldn't tell where Zhu Youwen was for a moment. Who are you scolding?
The title of Zhu You's article is inquiry, but it is actually a question, and the intolerance of rejection in his words is evident in his words.
"As expected of the Ghost King of the Xuanming Sect, he is really powerful. I admire you for such skill." In the forest, a man wearing a brocade robe and a cape, with a generous face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a luxuriant beard, walked out of the forest, facing Zhu Youwen and the fake Li cupped his hands in the direction and spoke respectfully.
"Who are you?!" Fake Li looked at the man walking out of the forest and asked.
"This is Meng Zhixiang." Meng Zhixiang looked at the two people in front of him and said.
He had been following these two people for a long time, but he was exhausted.
"You haven't asked me the name of this young master yet?" Meng Zhixiang looked at the man who was covered in black robes and said politely.
Fake Li didn't say anything, he just lifted the black cloth from his face and let Meng Zhixiang see his face clearly.
Meng Zhixiang: Why does this face look so familiar?
Um……
Um? ! ! ?
Meng Zhixiang: ∑(дlll)! ! !
"Li Xingyun!" Meng Zhixiang looked at the face that although he had never been masked before, he had thought about it in his dream for a long time. He subconsciously put on a defensive posture and looked at the other person warily.
He had just learned that Li Cunxu was dead from the news that Jin King Li Keyong risked his life with his remaining party. This made him very scared. Who would be next?
Will Li Xingyun let him go, the person who works for King Jin?
"It seems that he is not an enemy, but he just doesn't know...if he can become a 'friend'." Fake Li raised his hand, wiped it on his face, smiled sarcastically, looked at Meng Zhixiang who was like a frightened bird in front of him, and said.
The scar on his face made Meng Zhixiang a little confused, but he quickly reacted.
He is not Li Xingyun.
"Who are you?" Meng Zhixiang looked at the person in front of him who was almost exactly the same as Li Xingyun and asked.
"I?
I am Li Xingyun, the real Li Xingyun! "Fake Li looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him and said sternly. When he mentioned the three words Li Xingyun, he might have thought of something, and there was an almost crazy fanaticism in his eyes.
"This is the way to Fengxiang. We are going to see Qi Wang Li Maozhen to discuss a cooperation. I wonder if we can go with you?" Zhu Youwen looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him and asked.
The implication is, are you going to go with us, or are you going to go to one side of the road?
"What a coincidence, I am going to Fengxiang to find King Qi." Meng Zhixiang looked at the people in front of him and said.
"What a coincidence?" Fake Li looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him and said with a hint of inquiry.
"It is indeed a coincidence. I have been favored by Prince Jin and his son. Now that Prince Jin and his son have both fallen, I should avenge them!" Meng Zhixiang looked at the two people in front of him and bowed his hands in the direction of Taiyuan in the distance. He spoke calmly.
"What did you say!?
Li Cunxu is dead? Zhu Youwen looked at Meng Zhixiang in front of him and asked in disbelief.
(End of chapter)
