This chariot is made of fine basswood with fine steel as its bones. It can withstand powerful crossbows and strong bows, but how can it withstand the piercing of flying swords?
Tsk~
It was like a sharp blade piercing through paper, piercing the old woman and the girl in brocade clothes together!
Ruthless and indifferent, like a devil!
"Ah, ah!"
Witnessing this scene, the original owner went completely crazy with his obsession: "Devil, you are the devil!"
"Devil?"
Mu Longcheng chewed the scream deep in his soul and tasted what he was thinking.
ruthless?
indifferent?
it's not true.
He just couldn't have even the slightest bit of empathy with strangers from an unknown race in this unknown world.
"Give me my body, give me my body!" Obsession is still roaring and roaring.
"oh?"
Mu Longcheng smiled half-heartedly, indifferently and calmly: "Then, I'll give it back to you!"
"ah!"
With a miserable howl, Ma Shisan suddenly fell down in the mud. Severe pain surged from all parts of his body, making him tremble with pain.
But what made him incredible was that the devil actually gave his body back to him.
"Why, why?"
In the severe pain, Ma Shisan couldn't help but have a doubtful thought.
But in the next moment, his expression changed drastically. He suddenly raised his head and saw a purple thunder coming from the distant sky.
In less than a thousandth of an instant, he felt indescribable severe pain.
The whole body soared into the air, and immediately, it was completely smashed into pulp!
At the last moment when his consciousness was shrouded in absolute darkness, Ma Shisan heard an extremely angry cold shout:
"die!"
Boom!
First there was a sword light that broke through the air, and then there was a sound like a thunderbolt that broke through the air.
The strong wind immediately blew up, suppressing the vegetation of dozens of miles of forest, and countless pieces of sand, blood, and stumps were blown into the air.
"My son!"
Amid the strong wind, a middle-aged man in a black python robe and a purple gold crown stepped down from the sky with a sad face, his long sleeves sweeping away the hurricane.
"Damn, damn!"
Reaching out to hold his little son who had fallen into the mud and looked confused, Chen Baxian felt extremely painful in his heart and roared like thunder:
"Wu ***, if you dare to intercept and kill my son, this is how you will die!!!"
The evil spirit is like fire, and water vapor is evaporating around the burning area.
A few more moments later, figures wrapped in sword light came from high in the sky. When they saw the mud here, their expressions changed.
"Master Hou..."
An old man with a purple face and a long beard walked out from the crowd, glanced at the messy scene, and then said with a serious expression: "Do you want me to use Taoism to find out what's going on?"
Holding the unconscious child, Chen Baxian nodded gloomily.
The old man bowed and took out a round mirror the size of a palm. After reciting a few words, he stretched out his hand and touched it on the round mirror.
The next moment, light was projected from the circular mirror into the air, reproducing what happened before.
"Is that the groom?"
The old man was stunned, and everyone else was also surprised and confused: "A mere groom can actually have such weird magic."
"There must be an evil heretic who takes advantage of that groom's body to be reborn! Zhou Wenyu, I leave this matter to you. You must find out the origin of this evil spirit!"
Chen Baxian took a deep breath and said with murderous intent: "If I let this prince know the identity of this evil devil, I will kill his clan and perish his ways!"
The purple-faced old man looked a little embarrassed, but he still bowed and said, "Yes!"
"Du Mingsen!"
Chen Baxian gave the order again, with a gloomy expression: "I'll let you consolidate the army, otherwise the Japanese will attack Wu!"
A tall middle-aged man hesitated to speak, but could only nod in agreement.
"Send my son back to the mansion. I want to go to the Kingdom of Wu in person!"
Chen Baxian narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a fierce light:
"Kill my daughter, hurt my son, I want Wujiang to pay back ten thousand times!"
…
Among the 84,000 vassal states in Dayong, Chen State did not stand out. Its territory, population, and economy were not worthy of praise.
But that's only a relative term. In fact, the state of Chen led hundreds of millions of people and had a population of more than two billion.
The city where Hou City is located has hundreds of thousands of miles of fertile land and is surrounded by eight rivers. It can be said to be rich.
Chen Hou's mansion is even more vast and huge, covering an area of thousands of acres.
There are tens of thousands of servants, maids, and guards alone, just like a city within a city.
"It's been seven days, why hasn't the young master woke up yet?"
"God bless you, nothing will happen to the young master..."
"Young Master..."
In the southeast corner of Chenhou Mansion, in a small and quiet courtyard, a dozen maids were waiting anxiously.
They are all servants serving Chen Xian, the eighteenth son of Marquis Chen. If something happens to their master, their status will plummet.
Although the young master has been foolish since childhood, he is still a direct descendant. They serve the young master and their status is considered high among the servants.
If the young master is gone, I don’t know where he will be sent.
At this time, seeing that the master has been unconscious for seven days, how can one not feel uneasy?
It wasn't until the doctor in the mansion came out with a surprised look on his face and ordered everyone to boil the medicine that all the maids breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed to get busy.
"A country has one surname. Although it is a marquis, in fact, the royal families of Xuanxing are far behind."
"During the 700-800,000-year-old dynasty, class solidification has reached an unimaginable degree..."
"This world is very interesting."
In the house where the fragrance lingers, Mu Longcheng is half leaning on the bed, holding a history book and reading it from time to time, thoughtfully.
With his method, he would certainly not leave anyone alive if he wanted to kill people. The reason for this was naturally purposeful.
He didn't know why he came to this world and possessed a horseman, and he didn't know if there was any other reason for this.
But precisely because he didn't know, he would not stay in that groom's body, even if leaving that body would make his already damaged soul even more overwhelmed.
But thinking back at this time, he figured out something different.
No matter what he did, as long as he didn't leave the groom's body, he would definitely get into great trouble.
After all, if a little groom shows his strength out of thin air, it will inevitably attract all kinds of suspicions.
Is this really a coincidence?
"But even so, we are still in trouble..."
Closing the book, Mu Longcheng's eyes flickered.
What he did was not a clever move, it could even be said to be a helpless move.
Because his soul was severely wounded and quite riddled with holes, this silly boy was the best place for him to go for the time being.
It had actually been several days since he woke up. The reason he pretended to be in a coma was, firstly, to warm up his fragile soul, and secondly, to digest the memories he had acquired.
His hypnotic ability has already reached an extremely high level. Under the intervention of his mind, killing people also imprints the memories of those people into his heart.
Of course, these people's memories are much more abundant and clearer than that of the groom.
Therefore, he knows very well that this world is not simple.
It can even be said to be dangerous.
…
The doctor hurried to the front yard and waited anxiously for the announcement. After receiving permission, he hurriedly followed into the front hall.
Phew~
As soon as he stepped into the front hall, before he could take a closer look, a strong wind blew in his face, carrying a strong smell of blood.
"You said that my son's apathy is cured and he can read books now?"
Chen Baxian, who was still covered in dust and raised his hands to remove his armor, raised his eyebrows, half surprised and half doubtful.
He had three wives, nine concubines, forty-three companions, and many descendants. However, only the children of his first wife were recognized by him.
Chen Xian was his eighteenth son and the last son of his first wife. Unfortunately, he suffered from aphansia since he was a child. For the past thirteen years, he had been confused and confused, as if he was stupid.
This time, he agreed that his daughter would become a disciple of the 'Xuandu Sect', and he also planned to find medicine for his son.
"Don't dare to deceive Mr. Hou."
The doctor knelt on his knees, trembling.
Chen Baxian frowned and waved his hand to ask him to step back and receive the reward.
"Master Hou, this is a bit of a coincidence..."
Chen Baxian remained silent, but Zhou Wenyu was a little confused and whispered: "Will the young master..."
"Absolutely not! We, the Chen family, are blessed by God. How can evil spirits get close to us?"
Chen Ba interrupted him with a cold shout, and then hesitantly said: "Do you remember that sloppy old man from thirteen years ago?"
"Huh? What the Marquis is talking about is the sloppy old man who came to the Marquis Mansion when the Eighteenth Young Master was born and wanted to take the young Master as his disciple?"
Zhou Wenyu was stunned for a moment and then remembered something:
"But the old Taoist doesn't have the aura of thunder and calamity, so his Taoism is obviously not strong. Furthermore, wasn't that old Taoist kicked out of the mansion by you? The young master suddenly woke up. Could it be related to him?"
In the Dayong Dynasty, the royal family is the most noble, the princes are the most noble, and they are the uncrowned kings in their respective fiefdoms.
In previous years, there were many Taoist monks who wanted to come to the Hou Mansion to deceive people.
Why would the Marquis care about such a sloppy old man?
"That old Taoist is not a kind person... When I kicked him out of the house, he once said that my son will be 'unconscious for thirteen years, but once he gains spiritual wisdom, he will be the Immortal in the Nine Heavens Cloud'..."
Chen Baxian's face was solemn: "I asked him about the inheritance of the Taoist temple, and he smiled and said nothing. I suspected that he had an evil background, so I sent him to Xuandu Sect when Xian'er was thirteen..."
"Heaven? Immortal?"
Chen Wenyu took a breath of cold air.
Most of the inheritances of all the sects in the world come from "Heaven and Earth". Heaven is the thirty-third level, and earth is the eighteenth level.
According to legend, heaven and earth are where the most supreme immortals reside in the universe.
Only those who have passed the fifth level of calamity will become immortals!
In the world of Dayong, there are only a few people who have truly experienced the fifth level of calamity.
And those few people are all powerful men who dominate the world and look down upon the world.
Only then did he suddenly realize why the prince cared so much about his youngest son, even when he was discussing matters with other princes, he would suddenly turn back.
"The path to immortality is elusive. I have always only visited immortals to seek it. How has any famous and upright family ever come to accept a disciple?"
Chen Baxian said, his expression suddenly changed, he raised his eyebrows suddenly, and looked into the distance with his eyes like swords:
"he came!"
"Um?"
Almost at the same time, Mu Longcheng, who was resting in the small courtyard, also got up from the bed, opened the window and looked up.
I saw the clouds rolling like the sea, and a plain yellow dragon head looming, sacred and majestic.
"This trouble came too quickly..."
Mu Longcheng sighed slightly, raised his hand to rub his eyebrows, and there was a cold light in his eyes:
"Who is plotting against me?"
