The space in the carriage is quite spacious, and there is an exquisite table on one side, with a valuable tea set on it, and there are many candies in the lower cabinet. Zhou Nu Chang's family was extremely poor when he was young, so even though he has grown older and has become more powerful, he still attaches great importance to the things that he desired but could not get when he was young. Even in his twenties, he is extremely fond of sweets.
Everyone among Capital City knows that Commander Zhou's favorite is maltose, which is eaten only by poor people.
I often chew it in my mouth when handling cases.
The Kill the Bandits Sword scabbard in young Daoist's hand moved a few times, and the carriage suddenly shook. After a few clicks, a poisoned crossbow arrow was shot out with enough momentum to penetrate the armor. He stopped it with his scabbard. The Qi of Dao Sect Primordial Prenatal Qi actually represents the leap of life, and his own body has already surpassed the warrior.
It does not mean that exhausting Primordial Prenatal Qi will render the means useless.
Even if you are too tired to use Divine Ability, Daomen True Person can still move around on the battlefield with a sword and armor.
Now if you want to rely on warriors to kill Qi WuHuo, if he doesn't use Divine Ability and doesn't escape, you also need hundreds of heavily armored soldiers to surround him and kill him. Of course, if Human Dao Destiny is used and the military strategist Killing Intent is used, it will be different, but young Daoist also has his own means.
He deflected the crossbow arrows and swept the carriage with Primordial Spirit.
There were many luxurious things in the carriage. The gold and silver it carried with it was enough to buy a manor in an ordinary town. In addition, there was a set of replacement clothes, two swords worth thousands of gold, a jade pendant. In addition, there was a thick stack of land deeds, which should be obtained from this trip.
The most important thing is Ode to the Great Roc.
Qi Wuhuo opened the scroll and saw the arrogant and arrogant words on it. He felt the extremely energetic humane destiny on it and confirmed that it was authentic. This was a scroll written with [literary energy] and [humanitarian destiny] in mind. It was considered an object of humane destiny in itself, but it was not related to the royal family, so it had its value.
The emperor collected this thing not so much because of his love, but because he needed it to be in the hands of the royal family.
Because this object represents a possibility--
Maybe Human Dao Destiny has many.
Literary talent also belongs to Human Dao Destiny.
The Human Emperor spirit of the royal family is just one of Human Dao Destiny, not all of it.
Young Daoist read Ode to the Great Roc again, then rolled it up again, put it aside, and picked up a very thick book on one side. This seemed to belong to Zhou Nu Chang. The cover was actually quenched with poison, which showed that this thing must not be seen by others. After opening it, he saw lines of text written on it, which was an account book--
[Zhongzhou Sancheng·Zhao Yipin, seven years old, poor family, both parents died, sent one hundred taels of silver and ten volumes of books]
[Shuili Village·Li San, young, his father died and his mother was ill, he sent thirty taels of silver and a pair of palace medicines]
[Zhao Xiang and Zhao Shiqi, six years old, wandering on the streets, are sent money every month, looking for Hidden Dragon Guard to be adopted by those who have retired]
Qi WuHuo flipped through it and saw that the account book recorded the whereabouts of the money.
All are young and poor children.
Or there are lines of text recording Zhou Nu Chang's trivial thoughts.
'He said he thanked me for my help and wanted to be like me in the future. I didn't know why I was angry, so I beat him up and told him to go away. His expression was very frightened, just 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 I could be rewarded with five taels of silver.'
'I don't know how much five taels of silver is'
'Later I learned that for five taels of silver, you can eat braised pork till you get tired of it'
'This little guy probably doesn't know why I hit him'
Qi WuHuo thought for a while, turned to the front, and saw the first text on the front--
'He sent me to the palace servants and said that I couldn't stand the poverty and went to the palace on my own. Wang Sangou, I want to kill him.'
'My sister is married to Wang Sangou's son. I can't kill him anymore.'
Apply in large areas.
Qi WuHuo turned over a few more pages and saw what Zhou Nu Chang seemed to be thinking after being drunk - 'I can't be nice to them, I even have to beat them with a whip. I have killed too many powerful people. Whoever I am nice to will die, just like A Liu, who was ordered to investigate corrupt officials, but when he returned to Beijing, he saw that A Liu had been sold to a prostitute, and was tortured into shape.'
"I am the emperor's dirty knife. I have killed too many powerful people. They can't kill me, but they can touch ordinary people."
"That's why we must bow our heads to the powerful, and we must treat the people as badly as possible, so that we can survive alone."
'The order to transfer me out was given by the prince himself'
'They made a 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 think about anything than to be a human being.'
The trivial records that followed were all about killing so and so.
Most of the silver obtained from the killings and the gold and silver used to extort officials were scattered.
Secretly help those children who had the same experience as me when I was young, and buy some candies.
In the end, the killings became more and more heavy, more and more people died, and more and more money was given to support. There was only one unexplained part -
"Wanting revenge is just a matter of striking a stone with an egg, making the saint angry, and bloodbathing the people involved in the past again. Not only will it not be possible to get revenge, but it will also cause more people to die. Why do you do such a thing?"
"What happened back then has passed."
"You might be fine if you keep quiet and don't speak, just like Aristocratic Clan, but you still show resentment, which is why you provoke murderous intent."
"Can't we just let it go and live a good life?"
At the end it says, if I die, I hope I won't tell those children.
Hope they don't know that the person helping them is a man with bloody hands.
Qi WuHuo put down this dossier, and the names written in it killed about a thousand people, and the children he sponsored were several times that number. Whether it was for peace of mind, or for twists and turns, the bloodshed and struggle revealed, as well as the stinking sea of blood hidden in the boundless luxury under the imperial city, were all very clear.
"A Qi, A Qi!"
The voice of Little Peacock came.
Qi WuHuo's Primordial Spirit swept over, and the rain fell heavily, refraction marks, covering up the traces of the brutal killing. Little Peacock flew in the air. It was still too young. When it flew up, it looked like a soaring little fat chicken. If it relaxed a little, it would slide down. Then it would flapping its wings with all its strength and climb up gracefully.
In the end, he didn't seem to like the falling rain getting his wings wet.
This little fat, fluffy chicken turned around and made an arc in the air to avoid the rain.
At the same time, he showed both the chubby and light temperaments brought about by gluttony.
Young Daoist turned around, opened the curtain with his left hand, his eyes were gentle, and he stretched his right hand forward.
Primordial Prenatal Qi pulls the flowing wind.
Like a moving bridge, Little Peacock was firmly held in the palm of his hand. Little Peacock shook his body slightly and found a comfortable position. Then he rubbed his head against young Daoist's palm and said happily, "A Qi A Qi, I found you!"
"I want to eat sweet snacks, ready-made noodles, and warm meat buns fresh out of the oven!"
Young Daoist responded gently, "Yeah."
Turning around, looking at this Ode to the Great Roc, the satisfied Little Peacock jumped on Qi WuHuo's shoulders, stared at this Ode to the Great Roc curiously, and said, "What is this?! It doesn't look delicious!"
Young Daoist said, "An opportunity."
"Opportunity?"
"Well, perhaps it is necessary to break the Qi of Human Dao Destiny that only the royal family can control. Human Dao Destiny can be divided into royal family, military strategists, literary names, and people's livelihood. Non-royal family members can have luck, but only those who are beneficial to the human race can get luck. Military strategists protect the country, literary talents create good stories, and common people cultivate the fields. More or less, everyone should give feedback."
"The destiny of the emperor of the human race will still be the most favorable, but we can deprive them of the right to enfeoff."
"Without the power of imperial conferment, the emperor will not be so lofty and respected as a saint."
"Whether he will only be the emperor and the king in the future, or whether he is qualified to be respected by all the people as Human Emperor, depends on what the emperor does."
"If what I think is correct, the current royal family has overstepped its bounds..."
He looked at the roll of Ode to the Great Roc, and many thoughts came to his mind, and then he gathered it up and put it into his sleeve robe, and then took out a roll of white paper from the compartment of the carriage. There were dark lines on it and it felt as delicate as gold foil. The price of each piece of such white paper was extremely expensive, and only the Hidden Dragon Guard who were exploiting the wealthy Aristocratic Clan people could have it.
But it is the same as the white paper used by Ode to the Great Roc.
Little Peacock asked curiously, "A Qi A Qi, what are you going to do?"
"Rewrite a <Ode to the Great Roc>"
"Huh? Is this "Ode to the Big Moon and the Birds" written by Aqiqiu?"
"What big moon bird?"
Young Daoist laughed and corrected, "It's Dapeng."
"Oh, roc, roc."
Little Peacock thought carefully, and then asked, "This big moon bird, I mean, Dapeng, can it be eaten?"
"They say it's a big bird, it will definitely last a long time."
"Looking at it this way, it's a really powerful bird!"
Qi WuHuo smiled helplessly, but Little Peacock seemed to have seen that big moon bird, filling the whole room. When the time comes, one leg will be grilled and the other leg will be braised. It will be a big bird. The big pot inside the Daoist temple may not be able to fit it!
Ah, Yueyueniao, you are so awesome!
Little Peacock was thinking about it in his heart. Although he didn't eat it, he was already happy unconsciously.
After finally recovering his thoughts, he saw young Daoist grinding ink and said, "A Qi, are you going to make a fake one?"
Young Daoist Pick up the pen.
Liufeng held up the golden osmanthus paper and said, "Although I didn't write this, I know the person who wrote it."
"I'll rewrite it, even if there are mistakes."
"But the prince, he still doesn't recognize him."
Young Daoist's tone is calm and calm, but he has a certain magnanimity.
In the pool of blood, with the rain pattering, Sword Qi is like frost, young Daoist. In such an environment, I write Ode to the Great Roc. I am still calm and peaceful, just writing. When writing, the brushwork used was clearly that of Great Dao Lord. Naturally, the sword intent was rich and boundless, and an extremely strong self-will was integrated into this volume of Ode to the Great Roc.
There is nothing mysterious about it since then.
Until young Daoist dropped the pen in his right hand, he kept writing, and raised his left hand to turn into a sword finger.
Sweep it sharply.
Kill the Bandits Sword seems to have spirituality, turning into a Dao Sword light and flying directly into the carriage, suspended in the air.
Young Daoist raised his eyes and brushed the sword with his palm.
The tyrannical will rises above Kill the Bandits Sword.
It seems that you can still hear the broken-legged old man looking at the sword under the moonlight, angrily and unwillingly roaring to kill the thief.
"Kill the thief..."
Young Daoist caressed the sword.
The child who once had a chance to escape because the cavalry tore a hole in his face now responded to the cavalry who turned his back on the people and rushed to his death, "I'll help you."
"Although there is a high probability that he cannot be killed."
"But at least it can help you with this sword."
"In front of hundreds of civil and military officials, in full view of the public, and in the land of the emperor and empress, I will smash his saint's flawless energy into pieces."
"This will make the future possible."
"Since Pindao has agreed to your wish, even if there is no way to do it right away, at least he will collect some interest first."
Then young Daoist picked up the pen, and used the last obsession and reluctance of the armored knight as ink, and the rolling red dust as pen. In the rain of swords, above the pool of blood, he concentrated and completed the last few sentences of Ode to the Great Roc in one breath. When he picked up the pen, the pen made of the hair of the howling moon silver wolf seemed to be unable to withstand the energy, and slowly collapsed and dissipated.
The text on Ode to the Great Roc dimly lights up, then disappears again.
Qi WuHuo saw that Uncle Niu was old, so he tried it once.
Make this Ode to the Great Roc look not so new.
Then he rolled it up and put it back in its original place. The patter of rain washed away the smell of blood here and the secret. The prince was originally cautious, but now that he has experienced the previous things, he will become cautious and suspicious, even a little frightened.
But offering Ode to the Great Roc was his last chance to please the emperor.
Even if I have some doubts, there is nothing I can do.
Young Daoist stood up, turned around and got out of the carriage. The rain fell like a sword. The souls of more than thirty Hidden Dragon Guard were gone, but Zhou Nu Chang still seemed to be alive., held on to the end and withstood the sword falling like rain. His parents died when he was young. After many hardships, he was able to climb up to the position of Hidden Dragon Guard Zuo Commander step by step after entering the palace. Regardless of good or evil, he was always extremely resilient.
It wasn't until he saw the dossier in Qi WuHuo's hand that his expression changed drastically and seemed to collapse.
Young Daoist did not draw his sword.
He raised his hands in a slight salute and said, "You have rescued more than 3,000 people in ten years."
"Although this gift is thin."
"Thank you, poor man."
Young Daoist stood up straight, swept his sleeves, and the volume of files fell and was swept by Primordial Prenatal Qi, turning into flames. Each name was a sin, a redemption, a killing, a rescue, a past, and a persistence, but they were all swallowed up by the flames. Zhou Nu Chang roared and pounced on it subconsciously, as if this thing was more important than life.
The sword clanged loudly.
The sword in young Daoist's hand was unsheathed. With a horizontal slash, Zhou Nu Chang's soul was shattered and turned into powder. He was full of sin, persistence and struggle. In this life, Sin has ceased to exist since then. When the long sword was retracted into the scabbard, the soul of Zhou Nu Chang was mixed with the ashes of the dossier, and then was blown by the wind, never to be seen again.
"Slaying demons and slaying demons, the wind and fire are endless. Thousands of slayings, tens of thousands of slayings."
"Three souls are gone forever, and seven souls are lost."
Young Daoist holds the sword in one hand, Daoist incantation in the left hand, and recites the true formula orally.
The sleeves of the robe hang down, the body is desolate, and the wind is desolate.
It is no longer a matter of venting anger and killing the enemy, but of settling the cause and effect.
Just put the sword into its sheath.
One cause and one effect, one drink and one peck, the cause and effect will be reciprocated, and this is how this body will enter calamity.
Little Peacock asked curiously, "A Qi A Qi, what does he want to do?"
Young Daoist thought for a while and replied:
"I don't know."
"He is dead and no one knows."
"I don't want to know either."
The sleeves of the robe fell down, the Daoist drew his sword, left words on the stone wall, and then walked away with the sword in hand.
Hidden Dragon Guard Commander Zuo's death always had some feedback. The prince was sleeping when he suddenly saw a young Daoist riding an ox cart and carrying a colorful bird on his shoulders. He couldn't see his face clearly. He cut off his left arm with a sword. The prince's eyes widened, but he still couldn't see clearly the face of young Daoist. He could only hear the wailing of what seemed like millions of people.
I was writhing in pain, but I heard those wailing people suddenly burst into laughter.
They stretched out their hands as if to pull themselves into eternal hell.
The left hand that had been chopped off was holding his own throat tightly, as if he wanted to strangle himself to death.
The prince was frightened and woke up. During the day, his soul was lost and he could not speak. Then he learned the news about Zhou Nu Chang's accident, so he ordered his subordinates to search for it. They saw that all the people were dead, the secret had disappeared, and even their souls had disappeared. There were only names carved on a stone wall, all of which were the remaining soldiers of the Black Armored Army. The twenty-seven names were like twenty-seven pairs of eyes.
Staring at this pool of blood, staring at the noble prince.
Let's see when you will perish!
The murderer is an old friend of Jinzhou!!!
The prince was frightened and asked where Ode to the Great Roc was?
The man replied, "Except for the deaths of many Hidden Dragon Guard, the gold, silver, treasures, and land deeds, including the volume of Ode to the Great Roc, are all still there. The murderer seems to be just for revenge, not for wealth."
"Everything is still there, everything is still there..."
The prince knew that Ode to the Great Roc was still there, so he breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "It's okay, it's okay." His face suddenly changed several times. First, he became pale after hearing the news, and then relaxed and returned to a strange red color. After muttering for a long time, he hurriedly ordered the Earth Official members to gather the corpses of Hidden Dragon Guard, and then send Ode to the Great Roc.
After flipping through it, I found out that it was indeed Ode to the Great Roc, so I could relax a little, but I was still terrified, and couldn't sleep day and night. Every time I woke up, I seemed to see the eyes of young Daoist, which were calm, as if they were heartless, but also plain and vast, encompassing everything, and my heart palpitated.
So he gritted his teeth, got up overnight, and issued an order.
He mobilized 500 guards to protect him, left Zhongzhou overnight, took [Ode to the Great Roc] with him, and went straight to Capital City.
A sudden change frightened the prince, causing his original future Human Emperor to change his original plan.
Everyone was very curious, wondering where this change came from?
After the murder, young Daoist never went back to Refining Yang Temple, but instead took a trip to the mountains.
Visiting an old friend.