"Da Si Ming, if Poor Dao tells you that Poor Dao is saving you, do you believe it?"

Chu Feng leaned forward, stared at Da Si Ming, and said with a serious face.

"What do you say?"

The eyes of the great priest were full of piercing murderous intent, and before the words fell, a huge blood skull handprint appeared on the two hands that were as white as jade. It is the secret technique of the Yin and Yang Family, the skull blood handprint.

At the same moment, Chu Feng's right hand was raised, emitting a cloud of purple gas, absorbing the attacking palms and skeleton handprints.

Due to the big gap between the cultivation of the two sides, the hand of the great priest could not move.

"Let go"

The black-haired Da Si Ming struggled hard while glaring at Chu Feng viciously, as if he was about to swallow Chu Feng alive.

"Da Si Ming, you let go of the poor road first!"

Chu Feng raised his eyebrows, and his expression was a little weird.

"Let go of you?"

The big priest's angry face was stunned. Obviously, the other party used an unknown spell to suck her hand, how could she say it the other way around.

"Well, it's the hand of the poor Dao!"

Chu Feng's expression was even more strange, it was the first time he had encountered this kind of thing since his cultivation.

Hearing this, Da Si Ming lowered his head and looked down his smooth legs, and it turned out that his feet had stepped on the other party's hand.

No wonder the soles of my feet are so itchy just now! The Great Priest raised his feet as bright as jade with a look in his eyes. The murderous aura on his body did not dissipate at all.

"Poor Dao is indeed saving you."

Chu Feng stood up, picked out a half-worn Dao robe from the Wishing Power Bottle, threw it to the Great Priest, and walked out of the main hall with a step.

Soon, on the square outside the main hall, the great priest with a cloak and a Taoist robe used his martial arts again, using the most powerful Six Souls Fear Spell of the Yin and Yang Family, but this thing was of little use to Chu Feng, who was one spirit and flesh.

"Go out for a walk, and you leave on your own."

Chu Feng casually dissipated the power of the Six Souls Fear Curse, walked past the palatial palace in one step, and went straight to the north gate.

The Great Priest was in hot pursuit.

Under the moonlight like water, the vast woods, endless fields, cool breeze hillsides, and dark meadows, the two figures quickly swept by, and gradually approached the bank of the flowing Weishui.

Chu Feng stopped, waved his hand, started a fire on the bank, caught some fat big fish from the river, roasted them, and hadn't eaten for a long time, and thought about it a little.

After roasting for a while, Chu Feng heard the voice, and saw the great priest chasing after him, standing in the dark, not attacking or leaving, standing there quietly, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"Go away on your own, lest you ask for trouble"

Chu Feng said with a cold expression, and then ignored the orders of the great priest.

In the cool breeze, the three thousand green silks fluttering in the big priest's life, motionless, like a sculpture.

Half an hour passed, and Chu Feng, who had eaten a terrifying amount of grilled fish, sat up on the shore, as a cultivator, cultivation is the first place.

These days, although the matter of the formation has been boiling and cultivating, Chu Feng has not stopped for a day. When cultivating, time always passed quickly, and by the time Chu Feng opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

I don't know when, the big priest changed his clothes.

"If you're gone, why do you come back!"

After asking, seeing that the other party did not react, Chu Feng got up and walked in the direction of Xianyang.

At this time, at the entrance of Xianyang downtown surrounded by heavy people, on the edge of a large open space in the middle, more than 100 armored soldiers and a general with a full face of fierce faces stood around, and in the center of the five directions, there were five bronze chariots, each with a pitch-black iron chain extending out, gathering on a lying man, limbs and neck.

"Isn't this the Zuo Zhonglang general who was sentenced to be beheaded last time! Didn't the official reinstate a few days ago, why was he convicted again, how long has it been? ”

"The car is cracked, it seems that the sin is not clear! Wait a minute, alas! ”

"Poor man, there must be something hateful, this son must have found himself, it seems that he will definitely die this time!"

"Not necessarily, didn't someone save me last time!"

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The crowd of onlookers made noise from time to time, and unlike last time, the eyes of the people looked at the somewhat gray sky from time to time, hoping for a miracle to happen again.

It's a pity that the miracle is called a miracle because the chance of it happening is small, and nothing happened until the general who executed the car split read out the will of Yingzheng to execute Ying Yang.

"Up"

The general waved his hand, his voice was cold, and the five bronze chariots, under the control of the soldiers, slowly marched 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 survival, last time he was rescued by the immortal chief, it was a coincidence, this time it was not such a coincidence. Alas! A thousand words turned into a wordless sigh.

At the same time, five whips rang out in unison, and five bronze chariots, led by war horses, drove in five directions.

Ying Yang felt his neck and limbs jerk tight, and then, he didn't remember anything.

At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, in the shady grove on the bank of Weishui, leaning on the eagle of the big tree, waking up leisurely, the first thing I saw was a Taoist robe, ethereal Chu Feng.

"Immortal Chief, you saved me again!"

Ying Yang showed a surprised expression, this time he had no hope of retribution, but he didn't expect to be rescued by the immortal chief again.

"Tell me about the situation?"

Chu Feng's expression was flat.

"Immortal Chief, this matter has to start with the two princesses......"

Ying Yang smiled bitterly and told the story of the matter, it turned out that after he returned to the palace to meet Yingzheng, he ostensibly served as Zuo Zhonglang's general, but in fact he became a court storyteller, telling some enlightening stories for the young princes in the court.

One day, the two princesses were present, and the prince Hu Hai, in order to please the two sisters, asked him to tell a good story on the spot, otherwise he would bear the consequences. Out of fear, he made up a story that wasn't too bad.

After that day, Hu Hai frequently asked him for stories. Suddenly, one day, there was news in the palace that the two princesses washed their faces with tears and that the seven princesses went on a hunger strike. He knew that the princesses were because they had read a haunting story he had made up. In panic, he took the initiative to ask Ying Zheng for guilt. But it was too late, and Yingzheng, who had already learned the truth, issued a holy decree to tear him apart.

After listening to Ying Yang's words, Chu Feng also felt some sympathy for this novelist.

"What are your plans for the future?"

At this point today, Chu Feng didn't believe that this Ying Yang was willing to continue to be an official.

"There is still some land in my hometown, so it's okay if the novelist doesn't do it!"

Ying Yang's flat expression, he experienced life and death twice, and he saw everything.

Chu Feng nodded, took out four books from the Wishing Power Bottle, and turned the words on them into small seals with the Transformation Technique.

"These four books were brought down from heaven by the poor way, and if you study hard, you will definitely have something to do in the future."

Ying Yang took it and fixed his eyes on it—papermaking, black powder production methods, printing, and the principle of the steam engine.

"Immortal Chief, what are these?"

Ying Yang raised his head in confusion, only to find that Chu Feng was gone. In the empty grove, except for himself, only a few birds jumped on the treetops.

"Immortal Chief, Immortal Chief......"

Ying Yang shouted a few times, but seeing that there was no response, his expression was a little gloomy, did the immortal chief just leave.

The moment he turned around, Ying Yang was stunned, and in the grass ten steps away, there was a charming and charming woman, which gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"Who are you?"

"Yin and Yang Family, Great Priest"

The voice of the great priest fell, and he moved directly.

The eagle, which was not very high in martial arts, flew out upside down, and the books were scattered all over the ground.

Da Si Ming picked up the four books on the ground and glanced at them a few times, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Say, what are these? Why did that person give you this! ”

Ying Yang reluctantly stood up, clutched his chest and said, weakly. Given by the immortal, I don't know if it's below."

Hearing this, the Great Priest smiled, as gorgeous as a cherry blossom.

"I don't know, forget it, by the way, you fell into my Six Souls Fear Curse, you seem to have been lucky just now."

"Six Souls Curse"

Eagle Yang's eyes tightened, and suddenly a feeling of dizziness hit him, and he fell to the ground.

A few hours later, Eagle Yang was transformed into a stiff corpse, the novelist, who had been killed twice, rescued twice, and finally died.