There was a Praetorian Guard in the capital, numbering about three thousand. The man in charge of the Praetorian Guard was named Chu Li, and ten years ago he was ordered to exterminate Nan Chen.

He was also the youngest general at that time.

At that time, Chu Li ranked third on the martial arts list, and he did not bring a sword or a sword. With just his hands, he hammered out a world with one punch, and climbed to the top three of the martial arts list step by step.

However, since the first war in Suzhou ten years ago, he was beaten by the dean of Nan Chen, and since then he seems to have disappeared in the eyes of the world. What's even more strange is that after that battle, Chu Li did not lead the 100,000 troops again, but immediately went to a mountain to meditate and practice.

After a while, Chu Li came back intact, but he did not continue to take over the position of general. The emperor gave him the position of commander of the Praetorian Guard, and from then on, Chu Li lived alone at the pass of the capital.

Dressed in gold armor, his eyes are deep.

Chu Li is actually not very old, in fact, he is not much different from that Shoufu in age. It is also the person who fought on the battlefield with the first emperor back then, the only difference is: one is on the battlefield and the other is behind the scenes.

I just received news that the spy said that there was a trace of the old dean in Suzhou. After Chu Li heard it, he wasn't too shocked, but drank two pots that night.

If you still have a grudge against Dean Nan Chen, it is only because Chu Li fell into the realm after the first battle of Suzhou that day. The others are nothing, the Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, after all, Chu Li feels that the two are not in the same country, in fact, Chu Li still admires the old dean.

If it weren't for the old dean, Nan Chen's reading seeds would have been wiped out long ago.

Some people are rumored: After the first battle in Suzhou, Chu Li had already fallen out of the top ten on the martial arts list. What's more, some people say that Chu Li fell out of the Yitong realm.

In fact, as for how many realms he fell, only Chu Li knew.

Chu Li was standing at the pass of the city at this moment, looking at the open fields in front of him, thinking about one thing in his mind: Why did the emperor summon him to become an official tomorrow?

Could it have something to do with that Dean Nan Chen?

There was a thin figure standing next to Chu Li, with a hippie smile, his eyebrow bones were very prominent, and he was slightly scathing. However, in the entire capital, the reputation of the deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard named Deng Hongcai can be described as a household name.

Burning, killing and looting this Deng Commander will not do it, but he will inevitably be greedy for some silver. It is rumored in the capital that Deng Hongcai's family has 10,000 taels of gold and a group of wives and concubines. The recitals of the court officials were also handed to the small study one after another, but Commander Deng never fell.

Whether it's an official position, or fame.

Deng Hong had just learned the news that the emperor had summoned Chu Li into the study, he frowned, and asked softly, "General Chu, is the saint looking for you over there...?"

Chu Li didn't seem to hear it, but his eyes were still looking ahead. After a long time, he slowly shifted his gaze to Deng Hongcai. The latter bowed his head slightly, and did not repeat the question.

Although Deng Hongcai did not continue to ask, Chu Li still took the initiative to talk about this matter: "I don't know what happened, maybe it has something to do with Gusu?"

"Oh, the old man, there were rumors that he appeared in the South. Deng Hongcai touched his head thoughtfully.

"Rumors are rumors, I only got the exact news yesterday. Chu Li's face was expressionless, his eyes were firm, and he continued, "Everyone in the world knows that my Chu Li's realm has plummeted in that battle, but they don't know that Dean Nan Chen is also uncomfortable. As he spoke, he took off his armor and revealed a cloth coat.

"Can the general beat that old man now?" Deng Hongcai looked expectant, but the light from those eyes had a different taste.

Chu Li waved his hand and said, "It's hard to say. ”

After Deng Hongcai heard it, he sighed secretly in his heart.

Chu Li held the armor in his hand and slowly went downstairs, but when he was about to reach the ground, he suddenly glanced back.

Just four eyes met, but one person withdrew his gaze first.

Chu Li snorted coldly and left quickly.

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At the foot of Taihe Mountain, there is an old monk holding a big burden with a ruddy complexion. He looked at the people who passed by, and was unmoved.

The passers-by at the foot of the mountain were in a hurry, and no one noticed the figure of the old monk. People just rushed up the hill with incense in their hands and solemn faces.

The old monk slowly took out a palm print from the baggage, and then he pinched the palm print in his hand. Gradually, he closed his eyes, and his mouth was full of words, but his mind was free of distractions.

The sound is not loud, but it still attracts some ordinary people. People feel that they can see monks near Taihe Mountain, and they seem to be a little curious, and they will stop and take a few looks.

Slowly, passers-by holding incense will stop around the monk and gradually show their meaning.

As the sound of Buddhist scriptures became louder and louder, the Taoist priests on the top of the mountain also went to the foot of the mountain to join in the fun, including the little uncle.

Qiu Haoqiong was still holding the bamboo knife in his hand, with a look of indifference. He stood at the distance and looked at the old monk with hostility.

Three years ago, there was an old monk who came from the west. He walked barefoot half-naked, step by step to the top of Taihe Mountain.

It just so happened that a Taoist priest with a dust whisk in his hand blocked the old monk's way.

After that battle, a Taoist priest lost the dust, and an old monk lost a palm print.

The old monk has not been to Taihe Mountain for three years, and in addition, there is only one monk in Taihe Mountain during this time.

The monk who came was named Wangxin.

Looking at people's hearts, you can see the seven colors. The human heart has seven colors, and the monk who looks at the heart can see it at a glance.

The people were curious when they saw the golden light around the old monk. They no longer simply stopped, but put down the incense in their hands one after another, and some even followed the example of the old monk and sat down with their eyes closed.

Qiu Haoqiong didn't feel like there was any fuss at first, anyway, the old monk didn't go up the mountain to make trouble, but as time passed, he slowly panicked.

There are more and more people around the old monk, and there are fewer and fewer people who go up the mountain to offer incense.

Later, there was no one who went up the mountain, and they all went to meditate around the old monk.

The old monk chanted the scriptures for three days, and the incense on Taihe Mountain was broken for three days.

Qiu Haoqiong never made a move, just because he only had a bamboo knife in his hand. On the third day, he pinched his fingers and counted a hexagram, and caught a glimpse of the Qi of Taihe Mountain constantly passing. At this time, this little uncle of Taihe Mountain discovered the old monk's handwriting.

Transporting a Buddhist palm print to steal the qi of Taihe Mountain.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Qiu Haoqiong hurriedly took out a yellow talisman from his arms, and after reciting a few spells, he saw the talisman float into the sky, and after flying in the air for a few laps, he went straight to the main hall on the mountain.

About a moment after the incense was burned, a man in a Taoist robe frowned after receiving the yellow charm.

But he didn't step out of the temple.

Mount Taihe has three color charms: red, yellow, and blue.

The red charm is generally the killer weapon of the Taoist priests, and it has always been the life talisman of the Taoist priests on Taihe Mountain, and it is not easy to use, and it is all refined by its own life.

Yellow spells are easier to refine than red spells, and do not involve life, luck, etc. However, the materials used in the production are relatively scarce, and even a large mountain such as Mt. Taihe is owned by only a few people.

The blue charm is just some deceptive tricks, not practical, so it is generally not made by Taoist priests.

After all, this spell costs some silver.

Cultivators say that they regard money as dung, but in fact, in their hearts they crave it more than anyone else.

The money for incense is also silver. Cultivation is the same as cultivation, no matter how talented you are, if you have nothing outside your body, and you don't have a few decent weapons or treasures, it's really not easy to walk the rivers and lakes.

Of course, as the junior uncle of Taihe Mountain, Qiu Haoqiong still has this family background. When he flew out of the yellow charm in his arms, he immediately took out two more from his arms.

I saw Qiu Haoqiong casually tap it twice with his finger, and the shape of an evil dragon's claw jumped on the talisman.

The yellow evil dragon talisman hovered in the air for a few turns, and then rushed towards the old monk.

In an instant, dark clouds were covered around Taihe Mountain, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

The people who sat quietly around were indifferent, their faces still serene.

"Boom", there was a young dragon in the sky, and every time there was a low groan, a lightning bolt crossed in the night. Then, there was a slight light and shadow in the air, and in an instant, it was pitch black within a radius of several miles from Taihe Mountain.

People gradually panicked, and a few people had already woken up from the sound of Buddhist scriptures, and they all got up and ran out, especially when they heard the roar in the sky, they couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

The old monk still turned a blind eye and recited his own sutra, but the sutra in his mouth was faster.

After an hour had passed, all the people had gone, and there were only two people in the great field.

One meditates, and the other picks up the bamboo knife.

Qiu Haoqiong saw that the old monk was indifferent, thinking that his spell was not working, he used the qi in his body and concentrated on his fingers. Then he pointed his finger to the sky, and a black light shot into the air, only to see the sound in the air get louder and louder, and soon the storm struck.

Strangely, no raindrops fell around the two.

The old monk glanced at the sky, frowned, and then stopped chanting. He threw his palm print into the air, and for a moment, everything fell silent.

I saw that the palm prints were getting bigger and bigger, swallowing up the pitch-black sky little by little.

After a stick of incense, the young dragon was not there.

Qiu Haoqiong spat blood, and the old monk opened his eyes and looked directly at the former.

"Old monk, don't come to harm?" Qiu Haoqiong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and barely squeezed out a sarcastic smile.

"Uncle Taiheshan, is this what he can do?" Although these words were unpleasant, the old monk's expression did not fluctuate at all.

Qiu Haoqiong spat on the ground, ignoring the old monk.

The old monk took the palm print, which had been restored to its original appearance, back into the package, and turned to leave. Just as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the bamboo knife on Qiu Haoqiong's body.

"Suppressing anger? The old Taoist priest is a good method. The old monk stared at Qiu Haoqiong and said such a thing coldly, and after finishing speaking, he walked away.

It's just that the steps are not as chic as before.

After the old monk left, Qiu Haoqiong fell to the ground in an instant, and his eyes were blurred.

Only the bamboo knife was beside him.