The space in the carriage is quite spacious, there is a delicate table on one side, on which is a set of valuable tea sets, and there are more sweets in the lower cabinet, Zhou Nuchang's family was extremely poor when he was young, even if he is getting older, he has the power to the land, but he still attaches great importance to the things that he longed for and could not get when he was young, and he is more than twenty years old, but he is very fond of sweets.

All the officials in the capital knew that the favorite of this Zhou commander was the maltose that only the poor people ate.

I often chew in my mouth when handling cases.

The thief-killing sword scabbard in the young Taoist's hand moved a few times, and the carriage suddenly shook, and then it got a few sounds, and there were quenched crossbow arrows shot out with a momentum that was enough to pierce the armor, and he stopped them with his scabbard.

It's not that the innate means will be wasted when the innate Qi is exhausted.

Even if you are so tired that you can't use your supernatural powers, the real people of the Daomen can come and go on the battlefield with swords and armor.

Now if you want to rely on a martial artist to kill Qi Wufu, if he doesn't use his supernatural powers and does not escape, he also needs to be surrounded by hundreds of armorers wearing heavy armor, of course, if you use the luck of humanity and the evil spirit of the soldiers, it is different, but the young Taoist also has his own means.

He unsheathed his crossbow bolts and swept the carriage with his primordial spirit.

There were many luxurious things in the carriage, and the gold and silver carried with the carriage were enough to buy a manor in an ordinary town, in addition to a set of replacement clothes, two swords worth a thousand gold, a jade pendant, and in addition, there was a thick pile of land deeds, which should be obtained from this outing.

The core is the Dapeng Fu.

Qi Wufu opened the scroll, saw the arrogant words on it, and felt the extremely vigorous and humane luck on it, and confirmed that it was genuine, this is a volume of articles written with [Wenqi] and [Humane Luck], which is considered a humane luck thing, but it is not related to the royal family, so it has its value.

The emperor collected this object not so much as to love it, but to put it in the hands of the royal family.

Because this thing represents a possibility-

Perhaps there is a lot of humanity luck.

The flying of literature is also humane luck.

The royal family's human spirit is only one of the human luck, not the whole thing.

The young Taoist looked at Dapeng Fu again, then rolled it up again, put it on one side, and picked up a very thick book scroll on one side, which seemed to be Zhou Nuchang's thing, and the cover was quenched with poison, so it can be seen that this thing will not let others see, after opening it, I saw a line of text written on it, which is an account book-

[Zhongzhou Sancheng Zhao Yipin, seven years old, poor family, parents mourned, sent one hundred taels of silver, ten volumes]

[Shuili Township, Li San, young, father died and mother was sick, sent thirty taels of silver, and a pair of drugs in the palace]

[Zhao Xiang Zhao Shiqi, six years old, wandering on the streets, sending people to send him money every month, looking for the adoption of those who retreated from the hidden dragon guard]

Qi Wufu flipped through it and saw that what was recorded in this ledger was the whereabouts of a sum of money.

All of them were young, poor children.

Or there are lines of text written to record Zhou Nuchang's trivial thoughts.

He said thank you for my help, and he wanted to be a person like me in the future, I didn't know why I was angry, I beat him, and then told him to get out, his expression was very frightened, like when I was sold to the palace, I don't know why Uncle Wang gave me a meal of braised pork and sold me, but the people in the palace said that there can be five taels of silver as a reward.

'I don't know how much five taels of silver'

"Later, I learned that for five taels of silver, you can eat braised pork until you get tired of it."

'This little guy probably doesn't know why I hit him.'

Qi Wufu thought about it, flipped over to the front, and saw the original text in front of him-

He sent me to the palace people, and said that I couldn't stand the poverty and went to the palace by myself, Wang Sangou, I was going to kill him.

'Sister is married to Wang Sangou's son, I can't kill him. ’

Apply generously.

Qi Wufu turned a few more pages and saw Zhou Nuchang's thoughts as if he were drunk-'I can't be good to them, I even have to whip them with a whip, I have killed too many powerful people, whoever I treat well, who will die, just like Ah Liu, was ordered to investigate and deal with corrupt officials, but when he returned to Beijing, he saw that Ah Liu had been sold into a secret prostitution restaurant and was tortured to the point that he was not human'

'I am the emperor's dirty knife, I have killed too many powerful people, they can't kill me, but they can move those ordinary people'

'It is because we must bow our heads to the powerful, we must treat the people as badly as possible, and we can live alone'

'The order I was sent out was given by the prince himself'

'They made the deal'

I see, Master, I understand what you said to me. ’

In this imperial city, it is much better to be a mad dog who doesn't want anything than to be a person. ’

The trivial records after that are all about who was killed.

Most of the silver obtained from the slaughter, and the gold and silver that was extorted from the officials, were scattered.

Secretly sponsor children who have the same experience as when they were younger, and buy some candy.

In the end, the killing became heavier and heavier, more and more people died, and more and more money was funded, and there was only one puzzle -

"If you want revenge, it's just hitting a stone with an egg, provoking the anger of the saint, and bloodbathing the people related to the year again, not only can you not take revenge, but it will also cause more people to die, why do you want to do such a thing?"

"The things of those days are gone."

"Being quiet and not speaking may be peaceful, just like a family, still showing indignation, which provokes murder."

"Stop here, can't you live well?"

At the end, it is written that if he dies, he hopes that he will not tell those children.

Hopefully they don't know that the person who helped them was a man with bloody hands.

Qi Wufu put down this dossier, the names written in it, killed about a thousand people, and the children he sponsored were several times as much, whether it was seeking peace of mind, or twisting and complicated, the blood and struggle revealed, as well as the stinky sea of blood hidden under the boundless luxury under the imperial city, were extremely clear.

"Azie, Azie!"

The voice of the little peacock came.

Qi Wufu's Yuan Shen swept over, the rain fell one after another, the refraction covered the marks, and the traces of the killing were too tragic, the little peacock flew up in the air, it was too young, and when it flew up, it was like a flying little fat chicken, and it would slide down if it was a little loose, and then puff up enough strength to flap its wings, and it climbed up gracefully.

In the end, I don't seem to like the rain that wets my wings.

The fluffy little chubby chicken turned around and circled an arc in the air, avoiding the rain.

At the same time, it shows the two temperaments of chubby and lightness brought by gluttony.

The young Taoist turned around, lifted the curtain with his left hand, his eyes were gentle, and his right hand stretched out towards the front.

The innate Qi pulls the flowing wind.

Like a moving bridge, the little peacock was firmly connected in the palm of his hand, the little peacock shook his body slightly, found a comfortable position, and then rubbed his head against the palm of the young Taoist, and said very happily: "Aqi Aqi, I found you!" ”

"I want to eat sweet snacks, I want to eat made noodles, and I want to eat freshly baked meat buns!"

The young Taoist replied gently, "Yes." ”

Turning around and looking at this Dapeng Fu, the satisfied little peacock jumped onto Qi Wufu's shoulder, looked at this Dapeng Fu curiously, and said, "What is this?!" It doesn't look delicious! ”

The young man said: "An opportunity. ”

"Opportunity?"

"Well, maybe it is to break the royal family to control the luck of humanity, humanitarian luck can be split into the royal family, soldiers, literary names, people's livelihood, non-royal feudal can have luck, only those who are beneficial to the human race can get luck, soldiers protect the country, those who are literary and talented create good stories, and there are also people who cultivate the fields, more or less, all should have feedback."

"The luck of the emperor of the human race will still be the most favorable, but it can deprive them of the right to be feuded."

"If you lose the right to be entitled, the emperor will not be so high and respected as a saint."

"In the future, whether he is just a king of heaven and a man, or whether he is qualified to be respected as an emperor by all the people, depends on what the emperor himself does."

"If what I think is not bad, the current royal family is usurping......"

He looked at this volume of Dapeng Fu, and a lot of thoughts appeared in his heart, and then he put it away, put it into his sleeve robe, and then took out a roll of white paper from the carriage of this carriage, which had dark lines on it, and the touch was as delicate as gold leaf.

But it is also the same as the white paper used by Dapeng Fu.

The little peacock was curious: "Aziaqi, what are you going to do?" ”

"Rewrite a pair of "Dapeng Fu""

"Huh? What kind of big moon moon bird fu is this is written by Aziling? ”

"What big moon moon bird?"

The young Taoist smiled and corrected, "It's Dapeng." ”

"Oh, Roc Bird, Roc Bird."

The little peacock thought about it seriously, and then asked, "This big moon moon bird, I mean, Dapeng, can it be eaten?" ”

"It's a big bird, so it must be able to eat for a long time."

"In this way, it is really a very powerful bird!"

Qi Wufu smiled helplessly, but the little peacock seemed to have seen a big moon bird, stuffing the whole room, when the time came, one leg was grilled off, and the other leg was boiled off, it was all a big bird, and the big pot in the Taoist temple couldn't be put down!

Ahhh

The little peacock thought in his heart, although he didn't eat it, he was already unconsciously happy.

Finally retracted his thoughts, saw the young Taoist Yanmo, and said, "Aqi, do you want to make a fake?" ”

The young Taoist took up the pen.

Liufeng held up the golden cinnamon paper and said, "Although I didn't write this, I know the person who wrote it." ”

"I'll rewrite it, even if it's wrong."

"But the prince, he doesn't recognize it yet."

The young Taoist spoke calmly and calmly, but he had his own three points of bearing.

In the pool of blood, the rain is dripping, the sword qi is like frost, the young Taoist wrote down the Dapeng Fu in such an environment, still calm and peaceful, but when he put the pen, it was clearly the penmanship of the Great Daojun, naturally, the sword intent was rich and boundless, and a strong self-will was integrated into this volume of Dapeng Fu.

Since then, there has been nothing strange about it.

Until the young Taoist put down the pen in his right hand, he kept writing, and his left hand turned into a sword finger.

Swept away.

The thief sword seemed to have spirituality, turning into a sword light and flying directly into the carriage, suspended in the air.

The young Taoist raised his eyes, and his palm brushed the sword.

Above the sword of the thief, the strong will rises.

It seems that the old man with the broken leg can still be heard looking at the sword under the moon, angrily and unwillingly roaring to kill the thief.

"Kill the thief......"

The young Taoist stroked the sword.

The child who had a chance to escape because the iron horse tore a hole in the iron horse, and now he responded to the iron horse who was running to death with his back to the common people: "I'll help you." ”

"Although there is a high probability that you can't kill it."

"But at least it can help you get this sword."

"In the civil and military officials, in the eyes of everyone, in the land of the emperor and the queen of heaven, smash the flawless qi of his saint."

"That's how it can be in the future."

"Your wishes, since the poor road has been answered, even if there is no way to do it immediately, at least some interest will be charged first."

Then the young Taoist took the pen, and took the last obsession and unwillingness of this ironclad Xuanqi as the ink, and the red dust rolled as the pen, in this sword rain, on the pool of blood, concentrating as one, and completed the last few words of this Dapeng Fu in one go, and then when he lifted the pen, this pen made of the hair of the silver wolf of the howling moon seemed to be unable to withstand the qi, and slowly crumbled and dissipated.

The words on the Dapeng Fu faintly lit up, and then disappeared again.

Qi Wufu had seen Uncle Niu get old, so he tried it once.

It doesn't look so new.

Then it was rolled up and put back into the original place, the rain was dripping, washing away the smell of blood here, and also washing away the heavenly opportunity, the prince's original character was cautious, but now after experiencing the previous things, he will become cautious and suspicious, and even a little frightened.

But offering the Dapeng Fu was his last chance to curry favor with the emperor.

Even if there are some doubts, there is nothing that can be done.

The young Taoist got up, turned around and walked out of the carriage, the rain fell like a sword, the more than 30 hidden dragon guards have been scattered, but Zhou Nuchang still seems to be alive, dead support, resisted the sword falling like rain, when he was young, his parents died, and he lived and turned, and he could climb step by step to the point of the left commander of the hidden dragon guard when he entered the palace, no matter good or evil, he was always extremely resilient.

It wasn't until he saw that Qi Wufu had the dossier in his hand that his face changed greatly, and he seemed to collapse faintly.

The young Taoist did not draw his sword.

He bowed slightly, and said, "In ten years, you have rescued more than 3,000 people. ”

"It's a small gift."

"Thank you."

The young Taoist stood up straight, his sleeves swept over, and the dossier fell, swept away by the innate Yiqi, and turned into flames, one by one, it was sin, it was redemption, it was killing, it was saving, it was the past, it was persistence, but it was all engulfed by the flames, Zhou Nuchang roared angrily, and subconsciously pounced over, it seemed that this thing was more important than life.

The sword roared.

The sword in the young Taoist's hand was unsheathed, and with a horizontal blow, Zhou Nuchang's soul was shattered, turning into powder, a body of sin, a body of persistence, a body of struggle, the sins of this life, since then it no longer exists, when the long sword was withdrawn into the scabbard, Zhou Nuchang's soul and the ashes of the dossier were mixed together, and then it was blown by the wind, and it was never seen again.

"Slaying demons and slaying demons, the wind and fire do not stop. Thousands of killings, thousands of punishments. ”

"The three souls are scattered forever, and the seven souls are lost."

The young Taoist holds the sword in one hand, and the left hand makes a decision, reciting the true formula.

The sleeve robe hung down, this body is bleak, this wind is bleak.

It is no longer to kill the enemy with anger, but to cause and effect.

Put only the sword in the sheath.

One cause and one effect, one drink and one peck, return to the cause and effect, it is this body into a catastrophe.

The little peacock was curious: "Aqi Aqi, what does he want to do?" ”

The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied:

"I don't know."

"He's dead, and no one knows."

"I don't want to know either."

The sleeve robe fell, and the Taoist took out his sword, leaving a text on the stone wall, and then paced away with the sword.

The death of the commander of the Qianlong Wei Zuo is always feedback, the prince is in his sleep, and suddenly sees a young Taoist, riding an ox cart and carrying a colorful bird, he can't see his face clearly, and he cut off his left arm with a sword, the prince's eyes widened, but he still can't see the face of the young Taoist clearly, and can only hear the sad cry of what seems to be millions of people.

I was rolling in pain, but I heard those who were crying out loud and laughing.

They reach out as if to pull themselves into the Infernal Hell.

The severed left hand was clutching his throat as if he was about to strangle himself.

The prince was frightened and woke up, his soul was lost during the day, and he couldn't speak, so he knew the news of Zhou Nuchang's accident, so he ordered his subordinates to go to look for it, and saw that people were scattered, and the heavens disappeared, and even the soul disappeared, but on a stone wall, there were names burned, all of them were the remnants of the Xuanjia army, twenty-seven names, like twenty-seven pairs of eyes.

Staring at this pool of blood, staring at the prince's dignity.

Behold when thou shalt perish!

The murderer, the old people of Jinzhou!!

The prince was frightened, and asked Dapeng Fuke?

The man replied, "In addition to the death of many hidden dragon guards, the gold and silver, treasures, land deeds, including the scroll of the Dapeng Fu, are still there, and the murderer seems to be only for revenge, not for wealth." ”

"Everything is still there, everything is still there......"

The prince knew that Dapeng Fu was still there, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered Okay, okay, his face changed sharply several times, first knowing the pale of the news, and then relenting, showing a strange redness, after muttering for a long time, he hurriedly ordered the local officials to collect the corpses of Zhuqian Longwei and then send Dapeng Fu.

After reading it, it was indeed Dapeng Fu, which was a little relieved, but so far he was still frightened, and he couldn't sleep day and night, and every time he woke up, he seemed to see the young Taoist calmly as if he was ruthless and forgetful, but he was plain and encompassing everything, and his heart palpitated.

So he gritted his teeth, got up overnight, and issued an edict.

Dispatched 500 guards to protect him, left Zhongzhou overnight, took [Dapeng Fu], and went straight to the capital.

The sudden change frightened the crown prince and made the original future emperor change his original plan.

Everyone was curious, wondering where this change came from.

After the killing, the young Taoist did not go back to refining the Yang Temple, but went to the mountains along the way.

Visit an old friend.

(End of chapter)