"Da Siming, if Pindao told you that Pindao was saving you, would you believe it?"
Chu Feng leaned forward, stared at Da Siming, and said seriously.
"What do you think?"
Da Siming's eyes were full of piercing murderous intent. Before he finished speaking, a huge bloody skull handprint appeared on his two hands as white as jade. It is the secret technique of the Yin Yang family, the skull and blood handprint.
At the same moment, Chu Feng raised his right hand and emitted a cloud of purple gas, which absorbed the incoming palms and skull handprints.
Due to the huge gap in cultivation between the two sides, Da Siming could not move his hand.
"open"
The black-haired Da Siming struggled hard while glaring at Chu Feng fiercely, as if he wanted to eat Chu Feng alive.
"Da Siming, please let go of Pindao first!"
Chu Feng raised his eyebrows with a strange expression.
"Let you go?"
Da Siming was stunned by his furious face. It was obvious that the other party had used an unknown technique to suck her hand, so why did she turn her words around?
"Well, it's Pindao's hand!"
Chu Feng's expression was even weirder. This was the first time he encountered such a thing since he started practicing Taoism.
When Da Siming heard this, he lowered his head and looked down his smooth legs. It turned out that his foot had stepped on the opponent's hand.
No wonder the soles of my feet were extremely itchy just now! Da Siming raised his jade-like feet with a look of confusion in his eyes. The murderous aura in his body has not dissipated at all.
"Pindao is really trying to save you."
Chu Feng stood up, picked out a half-used Taoist robe from the wishing power bottle, threw it to Da Siming, and walked out of the hall.
Soon, in the square outside the main hall, Da Siming, with disheveled hair and a Taoist robe, used force again, using the Yin Yang family's most powerful six-soul terror curse, but this thing was of no use to Chu Feng, who was united in spirit and body.
"Pindao, go out for a walk. You can leave on your own."
Chu Feng casually waved away the power of the Six Souls Terror Curse, walked past the magnificent palace and headed straight for the north gate.
Da Siming was chasing after him.
Under the watery moonlight, among the vast woods, endless fields, breezy hillsides, and pitch-black grasslands, the two figures quickly passed by, gradually approaching the banks of the flowing Wei River.
Chu Feng stopped and with a wave of his hand, he lit a fire on the shore. He also caught some big fat fish from the river and grilled them. He didn't eat for a while, and he felt a little lost.
After roasting for a while, Chu Feng heard a sound and saw Da Siming chasing after him. He stood in the darkness, neither attacking nor leaving. He stood there quietly, not knowing what he wanted to do.
"Leave on your own, lest you ask for trouble."
Chu Feng said with a cold expression and stopped paying attention to Da Siming.
In the cool breeze, Da Siming, with three thousand blue hairs fluttering, remained motionless, like a sculpture.
Half an hour later, after eating a terrifying amount of grilled fish, Chu Feng sat up on the shore and meditated. As a monk, cultivation is the first priority.
These days, although the formation issue has caused a lot of fuss, Chu Feng has not stopped practicing for a day. When practicing Taoism, time always passes quickly. When Chu Feng opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
Da Siming didn't know when he changed his clothes.
"Since you left, why come back again?"
After asking, seeing no response from the other party, Chu Feng stood up and headed towards Xianyang.
At this time, at the entrance to the bustling market in Xianyang, people were surrounded one after another. On the edge of a large open space in the middle, more than a hundred armored soldiers and a general with a fierce face stood around. Five bronze chariots were parked in five directions in the center. , each has a dark iron chain extending from it, converging on the limbs and neck of a lying man.
"Isn't this General Zuo Zhonglang, who was sentenced to be chopped in half last time? Wasn't he reinstated to his post a few days ago? Why was he convicted again? How long has it been?"
"The car is broken, it seems the fault is unclear! Wait a minute, ugh!"
"Poor people must be hateful. This kid must have brought it on himself. It seems that he will definitely die this time!"
"Not necessarily, wasn't there someone who saved me last time?"
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The crowd of onlookers made comments from time to time. Unlike last time, the people's eyes looked at the somewhat gray sky from time to time, expecting a miracle to happen again.
Unfortunately, the reason why miracles are called miracles is because the probability of happening is small. Until the general who carried out the car-breaking read out Ying Zheng's order to execute Ying Yang, nothing happened.
"rise"
The general waved his hand with a cold voice, and the five bronze chariots, driven by the soldiers, moved slowly in five directions, and the rolling wheels made an unpleasant sound.
Ying Yang, who was gradually dragged up, closed his eyes. He had no hope of surviving. The last time he was saved by the immortal was a coincidence, but this time it was not such a coincidence. well! Thousands of words turned into a wordless sigh.
At the same time, five whips sounded in unison, and five bronze chariots, pulled by war horses, drove in five directions.
Ying Yang felt his neck and limbs tighten suddenly, and then he couldn't remember anything.
At noon, with the scorching sun in the sky, Ying Yang leaned against the big tree in the shady grove by the Weishui River. When he woke up leisurely, the first thing he saw was Chu Feng, who was dressed in Taoist robes and looked as ethereal as an immortal.
"Chief Immortal, you saved me again!"
Ying Yang showed an expression of surprise. This time he had no hope of surviving. Unexpectedly, he was saved by the immortal again.
"Tell me what happened?"
Chu Feng looked calm.
"Chief Immortal, this matter starts with the two princesses..."
Ying Yang told the whole story with a wry smile. It turned out that after he returned to the palace to meet Ying Zheng, he ostensibly served as the Zuo Zhonglang General, but actually became the palace storyteller, providing advice to the young princes in the palace. Tell inspiring stories.
One day, the two princesses were present. In order to please the two sisters, the prince Hu Hai asked him to tell a nice story on the spot, otherwise he would bear the consequences. Out of fear, he made up a pretty good story.
After that day, Hu Hai frequently asked him for stories. Suddenly one day, news came out in the palace that two princesses were in tears and seven princesses were on hunger strike. He only knew that the princesses were together because they read a touching and pathos story he made up. In panic, he took the initiative to plead guilty to Ying Zheng. But it was too late. Ying Zheng, who had already learned the truth, issued an imperial edict to tear his car apart.
After listening to Ying Yang's words, Chu Feng also sympathized with the novelist.
"What are your plans for the future?"
At this stage, Chu Feng did not believe that Ying Yang was still willing to continue to be an official.
“There is still some land in my hometown, so it’s okay if I don’t become a novelist!”
Ying Yang's plain expression, and having experienced life and death twice, made him look away from everything.
Chu Feng nodded, took out four books from the bottle of wish power, and used the transformation technique to turn the words on them into small seal scripts.
"These four books were brought down from heaven by a poor Taoist. If you study hard, you will definitely accomplish something in the future."
Ying Yang took it and took a closer look - papermaking, black powder production methods, printing, and the principles of steam engines.
"Chief Immortal, what are these?"
Ying Yang raised his head in confusion, only to find that Chu Feng was nowhere to be found. In the empty grove, except for myself, there were only a few birds jumping on the treetops.
"The immortal, the immortal..."
Ying Yang shouted several times, but when there was no response, his expression became a little sad. Did the Immortal just leave like that?
The moment he turned around, Ying Yang was stunned. In the grass ten steps away, stood a charming and charming woman. He felt very dangerous.
"Who are you?"
"The Yin Yang family, the great commander"
After Da Siming finished speaking, he moved his hands directly.
Ying Yang, who was not very good at martial arts, flew out upside down and his books were scattered on the floor.
Da Siming picked up the four books on the ground and glanced at them with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Say, what are these? Why did that person give you these!"
Ying Yang reluctantly stood up, covered his chest and said weakly, "I don't even know that this is a gift from the immortal."
Da Siming smiled when he heard this, as bright as a cherry blossom.
"I don't know, forget it. By the way, you were hit by my six-soul fear curse. You seemed to be lucky just now."
"Six Souls Horror Curse"
Ying Yang's eyes tightened, and he suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
A few hours later, Ying Yang turned into a stiff corpse. The novelist encountered fatal disasters twice, was rescued twice, and finally died.
