There was singing and dancing in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, but the imperial palace in the capital was in chaos.
The dignified commander of the Zhenfu Division, a high-ranking member of the imperial court, died unexpectedly among the Jianghu people.
This kind of incident has never happened since Dongchang Governor Gong Ma stepped into the rivers and lakes. It was a slap in the face. Emperor Taichang ordered the Zhenfu Department and the Internal Affairs Department to search the world.
More than half a month passed, but no trace of Yanbo Diaosou was found.
Maybe the secret agent is aware of it, but no one is willing to avenge the dead, let alone risk their lives.
As Diaosou's deeds spread to the world, Daqing warriors became proud and praised him one after another, ranking him as the second master in the world after the Governor of Dongchang.
Legend has it that Duke Zhou is still alive. The news is unknown, but no one dares to make fun of the Nine Tribes.
Nothing is more appalling than this!
At this time.
Duke Zhou, who is number one in the world, is lying on his gums and taking a nap
The embroidered curtains were embroidered, the candle shadows flickered red, the new oiran's face was flushed, and he gently drew circles on Zhou Yi's chest.
In just half a month, Zhou Yi became a distinguished guest in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
Not only did he spend money like water, but he also relied on the method of condensation of true energy to display excellent couch skills.
After all, I have seen too many eunuchs coaxing palace maids. Even if there is no root of trouble, they can still serve the women until they are dizzy.
Zhou Yi only used a few tricks to make the girls in the hall appreciate it. Some of the girls even wanted to redeem themselves and competed to be his concubines.
suddenly.
A wisp of cold wind blew through the window, and the red candle swayed a few times and was extinguished.
"who?"
Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, faced the black shadow outside the window, and fired his sword energy with a snap of his fingers.
brush!
The sword light shines and collides with the sword energy.
The person who wields the sword controls the true energy to the pinnacle, and the strength is just right and the sword energy is annihilated at the same time.
"This body-breaking invisible sword energy is not as powerful as Jiang Hu says."
The person jumped in from the window. He looked like a young man in his twenties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, fluttering white clothes, a long knife on his waist, and a folding fan in his hand opened with four seal characters written on it.
Number one in the world!
Zhou Yi said in a deep voice: "The little baby has such a loud tone, he is not afraid of Duke Zhou coming to knock on his door."
The young man said confidently: "If you fight with the Governor, you will get what you want!"
Zhou Yi sneered and ignored the young man. He turned to look at the corner of the room: "Why don't you come out and get to know your friends who are hiding there?"
A cloud of black smoke materialized, slowly condensing into a half-empty, half-real human form.
Both hands and feet are intact, but they are blurry. Only the head is the same as that of an ordinary person, and the face is exactly what the old deer looked like when he was alive.
Zhou Yi concealed the nostalgia and hatred in his heart and pretended to be shocked.
"Ghost?"
"Our old deer is indeed a ghost."
After introducing himself, Lao Lu said straight to the point: "Mr. Qi is over a hundred years old. Even if he is lucky enough to break through the innateness, he will not have much longevity left."
"There is a way in our house to obtain the secret of immortality. Is Mr. Qi interested?"
Yanbo Diaosou, whose surname is Qi, was once a teacher in a private school. Later, he gave up literature and took up martial arts and traveled around the world, checking out everything for Lao Lu.
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and asked: "Could it be that the rumors in the world are true?"
Sixteen years ago, the nine great masters failed to besiege the governor of Dongchang. Later, rumors about immortality spread, but not many people truly believed it.
"Absolutely true."
Lao Lu said: "However, the Governor is very powerful. If you act alone, you will die. Why don't Mr. Qi join forces first, and then each can rely on his or her own abilities after the success is achieved?"
Zhou Yi wondered: "The Duke has disappeared for many years, how can we find his traces?"
"If he doesn't come out of this world, all his enemies will be dead."
Lao Lu said: "Our family knows the temperament of the Governor, and he will definitely not be able to help but come out for revenge, so we just need to wait for him to fall into the trap!"
Zhou Yi cursed secretly that Lao Lu really knew him, and inquired: "So you set a trap near the Duke's enemies?"
"This method is too crude and it is difficult to deceive the Governor."
Lao Lu said: "Our family saved the Du Gong clan. When he hears that the Zhou family is still alive, he will secretly go back to check..."
Isn’t everyone in Zhou’s family dead?
Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed, but fortunately he designed the bait first and caught the old deer, otherwise it would have been another hard battle.
Thinking of this, he said half-heartedly: "The Governor's strength is unfathomable. The siege may not be successful, and he may even be seriously injured and die. Instead of fighting for the illusory immortality, I might as well enjoy a few more years!"
Lao Lu carefully observed Diaosou's expression and found that the excuse did not seem to be a lie. Instead, he relaxed his guard a little. He pointed at himself and said, "Mr. Qi, what do you think of our ghost body?"
Zhou Yi said: "It's quite mysterious."
"Life is over five hundred!"
Lao Lu said: "If Mr. Qi is willing to join forces, no matter success or failure, our family will offer the magic of ghosts and immortals to extend life."
Zhou Yi showed an excited look on his face: "Are you really going to live for 500 yuan?"
"really!"
Lao Lu wished that someone would practice this method, so he said: "We will teach you the first half of the volume first, and Mr. Qi will understand it on his own, and then we will teach you the second half of the volume."
Zhou Yi quickly agreed: "We should do our best to kill the governor and eliminate harm to the world."
The young man next to him laughed out loud and said disdainfully: "Mr. Qi's face is no worse than those from well-known families."
Zhou Yi glanced at him and said coldly: "Who is this guy?"
"Disciple of Tyrant Sword, Sword God Luo Shuo."
Lao Lu introduced: "Luo Xiaoyou is an unparalleled talent. He is born with the ability to sense the energy of heaven and earth. His martial arts practice is rapid, and he has made a breakthrough at the age of twenty-three. He is known as the number one in the world in the future!"
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, he was not an old weirdo with good looks, he said doubtfully.
"Are you planning to live forever at such a young age?"
As long as the Xiantian Grandmasters don't die in a fight, each of them can live for a hundred and fifteen years, and Luo Shuo can still be a powerful figure in the world for more than a hundred years. It's not worth risking the illusion of immortality.
"My master died at the hands of the Governor. As a disciple, we should take revenge."
Luo Shuo gently shook his folding fan and said, "In addition, if we fight with the Governor earlier, we should remove the word "future" earlier."
Zhou Yi looked at Luo Shuo carefully. He didn't have the ferocity of an innate master at all. Instead, he looked like a rookie who had just come out of the world and had obviously never experienced conspiracies.
It makes sense if you think about it carefully. Luo Shuo is a master when he comes out of the mountain. How can ordinary people in the world dare to scheme? They all have to serve him sincerely.
"When will you give me the Life Extension Sutra?"
"That's it now."
Lao Lu floated forward a few steps without carrying Luo Shuo on his back. He directly picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in ink and started writing the Ghost Immortal Life Extension Sutra.
Luo Shuo read the general outline of the scripture, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head slightly, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.
The root of the Life Extension Sutra is the art of refining ghosts, which means torturing the body with torture and secret methods, producing endless pain and resentment, and then supplemented by the obsession with extending life, which ultimately induces the Yin Qi of heaven and earth to infuse the soul and form a ghost.
Such stupid, clumsy and clumsy methods are beyond Luo Shuo's vision.
In the future, when his life span is about to end, Luo Shuo is confident that he can unify the martial arts of the world and innovate to break through the realm above the innate world.
"Wonderful, wonderful..."
Zhou Yi stepped forward and got closer, pretending to be attracted by the content of the Life Extension Sutra, but in fact he was only two or three steps away from the old deer, and the true energy in his body turned from stillness to turbulent waves in an instant.
The six-foot-long golden body exploded in the room.
The abyss and sea of true energy enveloped dozens of feet in radius, blocking any direction in which the old deer could escape, and fell like a heavy downpour.
"Xiao Yizi!"
Lao Lu screamed in surprise. He never expected that Zhou Yi would dig a hole in the brothel. Seeing the innate true energy blasting out, he opened his mouth and spat out five fists and big skulls.
The skull swelled in the wind and turned into the size of a human head, spitting out black smoke and making strange whistling sounds.
Boom boom boom...
There were five explosions in a row, and all the skulls shattered, but nothing could stop Zhou Yi's majestic Qi.
The old deer's face was ferocious and twisted, and the skull was connected to his mind. After it was broken, it directly regurgitated the ghost body. It was no longer possible to maintain the shape of the lower body, and it turned back into a gray mist.
at the same time.
Luo Shuo reacted extremely quickly, slashing at Zhou Yi's neck with his sword and his sword. The light of the ten-foot-long sword was not weaker than the powerful sword Huo Cong.
Zhou Yi maintained the Nine Layers of True Gang to protect his body and ignored Luo Shuo's sword light. All his thoughts were on Lao Lu. He saw that the ghost body was broken into dozens of black smoke under the destruction of the true energy.
The mist fled in all directions, flying into the sky or burrowing into the ground. One of them was the old deer's main soul.
"die!"
Countless sword energies erupted from Zhou Yi Zhangliu's body, killing all the black smoke.
The continuous roar lasted for more than ten breaths, and the entire Xiaoxiang Pavilion was reduced to rubble, as if it had been washed away by artillery. The bones of the guest girl were mixed with the masonry and earthwork into blood and mud, which was too horrible to look at.
"Dead?"
Zhou Yi stood among the ruins of the broken wall and looked around carefully. He did not find the old deer's remnant soul, but he was not sure that he had completely killed the opponent.
He slashed his back more than a dozen times and finally broke through the protective shield, leaving a foot-long scar.
The severe pain brought Zhou Yi back to his senses. There was still an ant that he had not cleaned up. He waved his hand and sprayed sword energy to push back the light of the sword. He put his palms together to crush Luo Shuo.
"Duke Shenwei, see you tomorrow."
Luo Shuo's cool voice came out, and the sword light shrank to about the size of a foot, turned around, and flew into the sky as fast as thunder.
This kind of method of using the combination of human and sword has surpassed the powerful sword Huo Cong. The speed of ordinary people's Qinggong is burdened by the physical body, and no matter how fast it is, it can't be compared to the light of the incarnation of the sword.
Moreover, the size of the sword's light can be changed at will, and it can fly into the sky and burrow into the earth. It is the ultimate life-saving method.
"Get back!"
Zhou Yi roared at Luo Shuo, the sound was deafening and could be heard for more than ten miles. The terrifying true energy spurted out from the mouth, quickly swelling to the thickness of a beam and pillar, blasting across the sky and blasting the sword light into pieces.
Luo Shuo was hit so hard that it was no longer possible to maintain the unity of man and sword, and his body fell like a kite with its string broken.
Zhou Yi dispersed the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility and returned to normal human size. He grabbed Luo Shuo by the neck and lifted him up. He said in a cold voice: "If we didn't only have the old deer in our eyes, you wouldn't even have a chance to make a move!"
Luo Shuo was covered in blood and seriously injured, but he still maintained some pride.
"Grudge, give me another ten years..."
"Our family won't give it!"
Zhou Yi decisively crushed Luo Shuo, and the true energy flowed along the meridians and smashed the internal organs. The gods came to help Yenan.
After shaking Luo Shuo's corpse, a few banknotes and a roll of sword manual fell out.
"It's true that he is a newbie in the world, or maybe he is too confident, so he carries the secret book with him."
Zhou Yi picked up the sword manual and disappeared with a few leaps.
After a long time.
More than a dozen figures of different shapes stood on the rooftop near Xiaoxiang Pavilion and watched.
There are monks and Taoists, soldiers and Confucians.
Most of these people are white-haired old men with concise and strong auras. Any one of them is a famous master in the world.
"Amitabha!"
The yellow-robed old monk loudly proclaimed the name of Buddha, fear flashed in his eyes, but more importantly, greed: "The Governor is really a great devil in this world. If he is not eradicated as soon as possible, the world will be unrest!"
There were previous rumors about immortality, but few people believed it. Most people thought it was just a gimmick to surround and kill the governor.
Now that the Governor has appeared again, the rumors are somewhat credible.
The purple-clothed old Taoist said contemptuously: "Old bald donkey, you have a body like yours. The Governor can kill you with just one finger. How dare you covet you?"
The old monk has his hands clasped together, his face is solemn and his face is compassionate.
"A poor monk is no match for the great demon, but if hundreds of millions of Buddhist believers swarm him, they will definitely be able to restore purity to the world."
Everyone suddenly realized that no matter how powerful the governor was, he was still alone. No matter how strong his energy and physical strength were, there were limits. He could be killed by just relying on the number of people.
As long as we can seek immortality, even if there is even the slightest possibility, it is worth it no matter how many people die!
(End of chapter)
