The third year of the First Emperor, September.

"Strange Version: I/VII"

"Current Progress: 91%"

The first emperor's second eastern tour began, accompanied by hundreds of officials, and Yun Zhongjun was also among them.

Ascend to the Heavenly Dome Mountain, worship the heavens and seal the Zen, and deter the remnants of the Six Kingdoms.

And it has been more than half a month since Chu Ci entered the Dengxian Tower.

Autumn nights are falling, and the breeze is blowing.

"Lao Chu, I brought you roast chicken, put it on the stove, I'll go to patrol the dungeon first."

Chu Ci, who was kneeling cross-legged in the room and pondering vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, heard Wang Fugui's voice and slowly opened his eyes.

"What kind of realm am I now?"

"Has Tongmai succeeded?"

Without guidance, Chu Ci didn't know what kind of situation he was in now, at first, he would feel the meridians swell after absorbing and running for half an hour, but now it will take three hours to have the same feeling.

"Forget it, eat the chicken first."

Get up and push the door.

Chu Ci walked to the stove, took the roast chicken, tore off a chicken leg, and sat under the plane tree in the small courtyard and gnawed.

"The aura on Fat Wang's body has been getting more and more wrong recently."

Chu Ci glanced at Wang Fugui's house, and a very uncomfortable breath came out.

After eating half of the chicken, Chu Ci wrapped up the remaining half and left it for Wang Fatzi to patrol the dungeon for a supper and tooth sacrifice, which was also a tacit understanding between the two.

Picking up the wooden stick on the side, Chu Ci continued to practice his sword.

Vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, the strongest sword move in vertical swordsmanship is "Flying Rainbow Through the Sun", and the strongest sword move in horizontal swordsmanship is "Floating Ten Thousand Blades".

It can be understood that one is the strongest single ultimate, and the other is the strongest group ultimate.

However, these two tricks, Chu Ci couldn't do it.

Now he can only copy the sword intent and comprehend it little by little.

"Fortunately, the longevity is endless, otherwise it would be impossible to refine this vertical and horizontal swordsmanship to the fullest."

Under the moonlight, Chu Ci practiced with a wooden stick.

Soon, the time came.

"Not back yet."

After practicing the sword, Chu Ci crossed his knees under the sycamore tree to adjust his breath, his brows furrowed slightly.

Patrolling the dungeon is not a technical job, and even if you encounter a demonized medicine boy, it will take you at most an hour or two to deal with it.

After all, the steward who patrols the dungeon only needs to be responsible for stabilizing the demonized medicine boy with a copper bell, and he has the patrol deacon in the Dengxian Building to deal with the aftermath.

Just then, footsteps were heard.

"Not alone."

After immersing himself in cultivating the Tongxian Urn during this time, Chu Ci found that his ear power was much better.

The wooden door of the small courtyard was pushed open, and a young man in the same costume as Chu Ci and with a mole on his eyebrows led a young man in coarse linen clothes to walk in.

"Senior Brother Chu."

The young man with a mole first saluted Chu Ci.

In just over half a month, the people in the surrounding courtyards have almost changed, and Chu Ci has become the senior brother in the new mouth.

"Hmm."

Chu Ci nodded.

His face was expressionless, and when he saw the young man who had been brought in, he understood everything.

Wang Fatty, gone.

"Senior Brother Wang has achieved cultivation and has already reached the second floor."

The young man's words were full of envy.

After speaking, he looked at the young man.

"From now on, you and Senior Brother Chu will be in charge of patrolling cell A and No. 3."

"Senior Brother Chu, the new batch of medicine boys in Room A and No. 3 has arrived, and the newcomers don't understand the process, so they need to be led by you personally."

Then the mole young man gave a salute to Chu Ci again, turned around and left the small courtyard.

The young man had obviously just been frightened, and his dark face was full of fear, similar to the state of Wang Fatzi when he peed his pants.

"Go and rest."

Chu Ci said lightly, and this young man dared to run into the house that originally belonged to Wang Fugui.

The moonlight is quiet.

The night breeze blows through the quiet courtyard, and the leaves of the sycamore trees rustle.

'Jiu Ge, I will definitely be able to cultivate Dacheng! ’

'I want to go up to the fifth floor of the Immortal Tower and become a yin-yang warlock admired by all people!' ’

'That eagle flying around in the sky is so fat, when are we going to get it down and roast it?!' ’

'Lao Chu, remember to leave half of the roast chicken for me! ’

‘…………’

In the past half a month, what Wang Fugui said has been lingering in Chu Ci's ears.

"Dead fat."

Sighing softly, Chu Ci built a fist-sized grave bag under the plane tree, put the half of the roast chicken in front of the grave bag, and then got up and walked out of the small courtyard.

A third dungeon.

Chu Ci arranged all the eighteen medicine boys brought in the class room, and according to the rules, one of them handed out a Tongxian urn, and then explained what they had to do every day, and was about to leave.

"Don't go!"

Hoarseness and a complaining voice resounded in this prison.

Chu Ci paused, then had a flash of inspiration and patted his head.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something lately, it's this old man."

Looking for the voice, Chu Ci came to the sloppy old man's cell.

"Heh, the seniors are not dead yet."

Chu Ci greeted with a smile, and glanced at the floor of the cell out of the corner of his eye, which was full of circles.

Who is this going to curse in a circle?

The corner of his eye swept the surrounding cells, and the people imprisoned inside had already changed with Chu Ci when he lived in the dungeon.

In the past half a month, although Chu Ci has not gone to inspect the dungeon, Wang Fugui will tell him about the dungeon every time, and most of the people who are locked up in the dungeon will be squeezed out of their blood or their organs in about ten days, and they will die miserably.

But this sloppy old man has nothing to do so far, and judging from the old man's description before, he has been locked up for almost five months.

"Thanks to the little brother's clothes, the old decay still has a tone."

The sloppy old man seemed to be afraid that Chu Ci would run away again, so he grabbed Chu Ci's hand through the iron bars of the prison, and the expression on his face suddenly became surprised.

"There is not a trace of demonic energy in the body!"

"The eight veins have also been connected to two veins."

Chu Ci took his hand back.

"Little brother, which mental method are you cultivating?"

Lao Tzu is practicing the Tongxian Urn, the magic skill of the Eight Classics!

Of course, Chu Ci would not say.

"Old man, it's okay to help you deliver the news, but this is a very risky job, just the previous vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, I can only help you bring a message to an apprentice."

"Two, you have to add money."

The scruffy old man rubbed his hands together as if he was deciding something, and after thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth.

"The old decay passed on to you a ghost valley spitting technique, and if you cultivate this technique, you will be able to resist all poisons for a period of time after you cast it."

Chu Ci pondered for a few seconds, thinking that this thing was good, very practical, and could save his life at a critical moment.

"Deal."

Then the sloppy old man took a deep breath and poked another finger on Chu Ci's forehead.

This time, the old man poked obviously very hard, and the painful Chu Ci couldn't help frowning.

A quarter of an hour later,

Chu Ci returned to the small courtyard.

"Bad old man."

Rubbing his forehead, Chu Ci recalled the two names that the old man said just now.

"Cover your life, Weilong."

What a fucking genius.

Although the name sounds a little peculiar, it is actually the soul that comes through Chu Ci feels that in this era, the words 'life' and 'dragon', which represent the mandate of heaven and the true dragon respectively, are extremely high.

And according to what the sloppy old man said, his two apprentices are both first-class swordsmen in the world who have entered the realm of the extreme realm.