Chen Shiqi knew that he had no physiology in the hands of Zhao Kun, so he kept scolding after getting off the carriage, looking loyal and unyielding, but unfortunately the performance of this loyal martyr could not be spread - it was obvious that those who could leave here alive were all the thieves under Zhao Kun, and Zhao Kun's subordinates would not let him insult the supreme leader of the Immortal Sect. As soon as the left deputy envoy who had not yet arrived scolded twice, a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and he received a lot of old punches on his body.

In fact, Zhao Kun himself would not care about these insults. He is usually more tolerant of the wailing of a defeated dog. Sitting on the horse and looking from afar, his gaze only stayed on Chen Shiqi for a moment, and then looked at the little boy who was protected by Xu Chaosheng in his arms. The future helmsman of the Red Flower Society was staring at his parents without blinking, and his delicate little face was full of stubbornness.

Zhao Kun looked at it again and again, but he still couldn't tell whether this one looked like Chen Shiqian or Yu Wanting - no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like these two.

Belch! If it's really not these two species, some things are very scary to think about!

He was slightly distracted. When they came back to their senses, the family of three had been pressed and knelt in front of Zhao Kunma.

"Sect Master, do you see ......" Huangfu Yongqiang asked cautiously, this divine envoy who had risen through hard kung fu did not lack the qualities that a high-level person should have.

The smile on the corner of Zhao Kun's mouth gradually faded, and looking at this eight-year-old child, he suddenly had a trace of hesitation about whether to carry out his previous plan.

However, this hesitation comes and goes quickly. Isn't it normal for you to take care of yourself as an individual? What's more, the dependents of the Three Pillars God are completely unnecessary and should not be restricted by the three views that have been cultivated.

Mr. You is blessed, and there are no taboos......

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Kun immediately drew his sword.

There are three paths to the task, to correct the mistakes of this world and to fix them; Or simply speed up the process and destroy it; If you can't do neither, then try to corrupt and distort it.

Although destroying the world doesn't mean that you really have to blow up the earth - it's okay to do that, but it can't be done with the five hooligans of the United Nations - but even the lowest cost plan requires extremely clever spell casting ability to pry the node to disintegrate a certain cornerstone of the world, not to mention the plan that can finally achieve the requirements, such as speeding up time, returning to chaos or changing the rules.

As for correcting mistakes, Zhao Kun didn't know what the normal direction of this world should be! Zhao Kun has read a lot of books, and at present, he only vaguely feels that this world is probably the world of books and swords? Before he advanced his quantum mechanics spells and was able to turn on the observer mode to observe the direction of the world, all he could rely on was this information that he didn't know if it was right or not.

But strictly speaking, Zhao Kun doesn't know what the relationship between the book and the sword and the world is. His little historical knowledge and martial arts novel reading elves were not enough to support him in completing the correction task.

Therefore, it seems that the more promising thing is to take the route of corruption and distortion. After trying several to no avail, Zhao Kun focused on the great cause of rebellion on the one hand, to see if it was useful to drastically change the direction of history and give himself a breath of relief, and on the other hand, he also started some relatively new attempts - trying to distort the souls of these guys who were favored by luck (not necessarily good things).

Corrupted, corrupted...... Anyway, let's try to completely distort the fate of the child of luck, or the protagonist. From soul to body, a frightening change......

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After some tossing, it was getting late, and Zhao Kun, who had finished cooking, returned with his people. At this time, Yi Ying and the others had already returned to Zhuangzi with the stolen gold, silver and jewelry.

"Holy Envoy, the men and horses brought by the Sect Master are back!" It wasn't until nightfall that Han Bing, who was guarding the village entrance and watching the wind, appeared in Yi Ying's room and opened his mouth to say goodbye.

"Coming back?" Yi Bo was overjoyed in his heart, immediately came back to his senses, and smiled again, "The people and horses you brought?" What about the Master? ”

"Nope. Huangfu Yongqiang came back with his brothers! However, I asked, and the sect leader is uncertain about his old man's whereabouts, and he has already entered the capital with divine arts...... There was no damage this time, only one Yuan Zhong was broken. ”

"Good!" Yi Ying suddenly perked up, and said to Han Bing with a smile: "It's good that the sect leader is fine." As for Uncle Yuan, he is also lacking in qi. Now that the Three Tribulations have descended into the world, it is not uncommon for some people in the sect to die in battle. However, as a middle and high-ranking sect, he went to his hometown after his death to enjoy countless glory and wealth. Huangfu Yongqiang, go, look at them! ”

The two immediately went out and came to the noisy lobby, and sure enough, they saw Huangfu Yongqiang, who was eating and drinking.

Seeing Yi Ying's arrival, Huangfu Yongqiang hurriedly got up and saluted - Yi Ying's status in the sect was far above him.

"The Imperial Priest has worked hard."

"I don't dare to be a holy envoy Niangniang praise, this time I met Wang Weiyang and Zhenyuan Dart Bureau's eight dart heads, thanks to the sect leader's divine might, I can only get out of the body. By the way, when the sect leader was leaving, he explained, saying that the silver should be arranged by you, turn it into materials as soon as possible, and distribute it to several cottages. Also, if there is news of Lao Hu, it is best to notify him in time. If they are connected, let Lao Hu go directly to Beijing and go to Ganlu Temple, and the sect leader will be sent if he has something. ”

"Okay." Yi Ying frowned imperceptibly, and agreed: "I know these things-you can eat and drink slowly." ”

"Yes." Huangfu Yongqiang and the others bowed and continued to eat meat and drink, but this time the noise was much smaller. Seeing this, Yi Ying knew that they couldn't let go of it here, so she turned around and left.

Han Bing followed behind him, quietly following. It wasn't until she reached a secluded place that she spoke, "What, the Holy Envoy is not happy?" ”

Yi Ying stopped, stared at the full moon in the sky, sighed, waved her hand, and said, "How dare you be unhappy?" I am afraid that the things I got this time will not be less than 250,000 taels of silver, and they will be of great use to the great cause. ”

"Then you ......"

"I think the sect leader is still uncertain at this time, and it's a little ...... However, the sect leader has his own calculations in his chest, and it is not something you and I can put in the beak. If there were no sect masters, and we were chased by officers and soldiers and fled in embarrassment, how could the Divine Sect have today's career? ”

Han Bing straightened up and said, "That's what Niangniang said!" But this time, hundreds of thousands of taels were credited to the account, and the sect leader didn't mention it as usual, but went to the capital again, and I also felt a little ...... Not very proper. In these years, the war is silver, and there are people who eat food when the recruitment flag is erected! Some people have food, salaries, and weapons, and we are rampant in the world, who are we afraid of? The Eight Banners are a pile of tofu dregs, and the green battalion of the Han army, although they can fight, are all in the western provinces. Isn't it much better to lay down a few states and counties as our camp than to be cautiously lurking or burrowing into a ravine now? ”