I am immortal

The space in the carriage is quite spacious, and there is an exquisite table on one side with a valuable tea set on it. There are many candies in the lower cabinet. When Zhou Nuchang was young, his family was extremely poor, so even at his age As he grows older, he has become more powerful, but he still attaches great importance to the things he longed for but could not get when he was young. When he is more than 20 years old, he has a strong craving for sweets.

All the officials in the capital knew that Commander Zhou's favorite was maltose, which was only eaten by the poor.

I often chew it in my mouth when handling cases.

The scabbard of the thief-killing sword in the young Taoist's hand flicked a few times, and the carriage suddenly shook. Immediately after a few clicks, a poisoned crossbow arrow was shot out with enough force to penetrate the armor, but he stopped it with his scabbard. Yes, the Taoist innate Qi actually represents the leap of life, and the body itself is already superior to the warrior.

It doesn't mean that exhausting one's innate energy will make the means useless.

Even if he is too tired to use his magical powers, a Taoist master can still move around on the battlefield with a sword and armor.

Now if you want to rely on warriors to kill Qi Wuhuo, even if he doesn't use magical powers and doesn't escape, you still need hundreds of heavily armored soldiers to surround and kill him. Of course, if you use human luck and military evil, it will be different. , but the young Taoist also has his own methods.

He deflected the crossbow arrows and swept the carriage with his soul.

There are many luxurious things in the carriage. The gold and silver carried in the carriage are enough to buy a manor in an ordinary town. In addition, there is a set of replacement clothes, two swords worth thousands of gold, and a jade pendant. In addition, In addition, there is a thick stack of land deeds, which should be obtained from this trip.

The most important thing is the Dapeng Fu.

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 genuine. This is a scroll written with [literary energy] and [humanitarian destiny]. The article itself can be regarded as a piece of humane luck, but it is not related to the royal family, so it has 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 thing represents a possibility——

Maybe there is a lot of luck in human nature.

Literary talent also belongs to human luck.

The imperial aura of the royal family is only one part of the human aura, not all of it.

The young Taoist read Dapeng Fu once, then rolled it up again and put it to one side. Then he picked up a very thick volume on one side. This seemed to be Zhou Nuchang's, and the cover was actually quenched with poison. , it can be seen that this thing must not be seen by others. After opening it, I saw lines of text written on it, which is 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]

[Li San, Shuili Township, was 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. They send people to give him money every month and look for those who have retired from the Qianlong Guard to adopt him]

Qi Wuhuo flipped through and saw that the account book recorded the whereabouts of money.

All were young and poor children.

Or there are lines of text recording Zhou Nuchang's trivial thoughts.

'He said he was grateful for my help and that he would be like me in the future. I didn't know why I was angry, so I beat him up and told him to get out. His expression was very frightened, like when I was sold to the palace. Same, I don't know why Uncle Wang sold me after giving me a meal of braised pork, but the people in the palace said that I can 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 until you’re tired of it’

‘This little guy probably doesn’t know why I hit him’

Qi Wuzhuo thought for a moment, then scrolled to the front and saw the first words -

"He sent me to the hands of the palace servants, and said that I couldn't bear 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 generously.

Qi Wuhuo turned over a few more pages and saw Zhou Nuchang's seemingly drunken thoughts - 'I can't be nice to them. I even have to beat them with a whip. I have killed too many powerful people. Who should I treat? Okay, whoever will die, just like A Liu, who was ordered to investigate and deal with corrupt officials, but when he returned to Beijing, he saw that A Liu had been sold to a prostitute, and was tortured beyond human form.'

"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 severe, more and more people died, and more and more money was given to support. There was only one puzzlement -

"Wanting revenge is just a matter of striking an egg against a stone, 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 is in the past."

"Perhaps everything will be fine if you keep quiet and don't speak. Just like a noble family, they still show resentment and resentment, which leads to 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.

Hopefully they don't know that the person helping them is a man with bloody hands.

Qi Wuhuo put down this dossier. The names written in it killed about a thousand people, and the number of children he sponsored were several times that. Whether it was for peace of mind or for twists and turns, the bloody details revealed The struggle and struggle, as well as the stinking sea of ​​blood hidden under the boundless luxury under the imperial city, are all very clear.

"Aqi, Aqi!"

The sound of a little peacock came.

Qi Wuhuo's soul swept across, and the rain fell one after another, refracting the marks and covering up the traces of the brutal killing. The little peacock flew up in the air. It was too young. When it flew up, it looked like a soaring bird. The little chubby chicken will slide down if it relaxes a little bit, and then flapping its wings with all its strength, it will climb up gracefully.

In the end, he didn’t seem to like the rain getting his wings wet.

This little fat, fluffy chicken turned around and made an arc in the air, avoiding the rain.

At the same time, it shows the two temperaments of being chubby and light due to gluttony.

The young Taoist turned around, opened the curtain with his left hand, his eyes were gentle, and he stretched his right hand forward.

The innate Qi draws the flowing wind.

Like a moving bridge, the little peacock was held firmly in the palm of his hand. The little peacock swayed slightly and found a comfortable position, then rubbed his head against the young Taoist's palm and said happily: "Aqi Aqi, I found you!"

"I want to eat sweet snacks, ready-made noodles, and warm meat buns fresh out of the oven!"

The young Taoist replied gently: "Yes."

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

The young Taoist said: "An opportunity."

"Opportunity?"

"Well, perhaps only by breaking the royal family can control the luck of humanity. The luck of humanity can be divided into the royal family, military strategists, literary names, and people's livelihood. Non-royal families can have luck. Only those who are beneficial to the human race can have luck. Military strategists protect their home and country, literary talents create good stories, and ordinary people cultivate the fields. To some extent, they all should be given 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 is just a son of heaven or a human king in the future, or whether he is qualified to be respected as a human emperor by all the people, depends on what the emperor does."

"If what I think is correct, the current royal family has overstepped its bounds..."

He looked at this roll of Dapeng Fu, and many thoughts came to his mind. Then he gathered it up and put it into his sleeve robe. Then he took out a roll of white paper from the carriage of the carriage. There are dark lines and the touch is as delicate as gold foil. Each piece of white paper like this is extremely expensive, and only Qianlongwei, who exploits those wealthy families, can have it.

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

The little peacock asked curiously: "Aqi, Aqi, what are you going to do?"

"Rewrite "Ode to Dapeng""

"Huh? Is this "Ode to the Big Moon and the Birds" written by Aqiqin?"

"What big moon bird?"

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

"Oh, roc, roc."

The 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 looks like a really powerful bird!"

Qi Wuzhuo smiled helplessly, but the little peacock seemed to have seen the big moon bird, which filled 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 Taoist temple might not be able to be put down!

Ah, Big Moon Bird, you are so awesome!

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

After finally recovering his thoughts, he saw the young Taoist practicing ink and said, "Aqi, are you going to make a fake one?"

The young Taoist picked up his 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 doesn't recognize him yet."

The young Taoist's tone was calm and calm, but he had a certain magnanimity.

In the pool of blood, with the rain pouring and the sword aura like frost, the young Taoist wrote the Dapeng Fu in such an environment. He was still calm and peaceful. However, when he wrote, he clearly used the writing style of the Dao Lord. Naturally, the sword The meaning is rich and boundless, and an extremely strong self-will is integrated into this volume of Dapeng Fu.

There is nothing mysterious about it since then.

Until the young Taoist dropped the pen in his right hand, he kept writing, and raised his left hand to turn into a sword finger.

A sharp sweep.

The thief-killing 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 brushed the sword with his palm.

The tyrannical will rises above the thief-killing sword.

It seems that you can still hear the old man with a broken leg looking at his sword under the moonlight, angrily and unwillingly roaring to kill the thief.

"Kill the thief..."

The young Taoist stroked his sword.

The child who had a chance to escape because the cavalry tore open a hole in his life now responded to the cavalry who turned his back on the people and rushed to his death: "I will help you."

"Although there is a high probability that it 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, in the land of the Emperor, Heaven and Empress, I will crush his saint's flawless energy."

"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 the young Taoist took up his pen, and used the last obsession and unwillingness of the armored black knight as ink, and the rolling red dust as pen. In the rain of swords, on top of the pool of blood, he concentrated as one, and completed the poem of Dapeng in one go. The last few words, and when he picked up the pen, the pen made of the hair of Xiaoyue Silver Wolf seemed to be unable to withstand the energy, and slowly collapsed and dissipated.

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

Qi Wuhuo had seen Uncle Niu make it look old, so he gave it a try once.

It makes this Dapeng Fu 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 and the secrets. The prince was originally cautious, but now that he has experienced the previous things, he will become cautious and suspicious. Even some were frightened.

But offering the Dapeng gift was his last chance to please the emperor.

Even if I have some doubts, there is nothing I can do.

The young Taoist stood up, turned around and got out of the carriage. The rain fell like a sword, and the more than thirty Qianlong Guards were all gone. Only Zhou Nuchang seemed to be alive. He held on tightly and resisted the rain of swords. , both of his parents died when he was young, and after many hardships in life, he was able to climb up to the rank of commander of the Qianlong Guard Zuo step by step after entering the palace. Regardless of whether he is good or evil, he is 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.

The young Taoist 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."

The young Taoist stood up straight, swept his sleeves and robes, and the file fell, swept by the innate energy, and turned into flames. Each name represents sin, redemption, killing, saving, and the past. , it was persistence, but it was all swallowed up by the flames. Zhou Nuchang roared angrily, and subconsciously pounced on it, as if this thing was more important than his life.

The sword roared loudly.

The sword in the young Taoist's hand was unsheathed. With a horizontal slash, Zhou Nuchang's soul was shattered into pieces and turned into powder. He was full of sin, persistence and struggle. The sins in this life will no longer exist from now on. The long sword was withdrawn. When the sword was in the scabbard, Zhou Nuchang's soul mixed with the ashes of the dossier, and then was blown by the wind, never to be seen again.

"Slay demons and demons, and the wind and fire will never stop. Thousands will be killed, and tens of thousands will be killed."

"Three souls are gone forever, and seven souls are lost."

The young Taoist holds a sword in one hand, Tao Jue in his left hand, and recites the true secrets 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 sheath the sword.

One cause and one effect, one drink and one peck, the cause and effect will be reciprocated, this is the calamity of this body.

The little peacock asked curiously: "Aqi Aqi, what does he want to do?"

The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied:

"have no idea."

"He's dead and no one knows."

"I don't want to know either."

The sleeves of the robe fell down, the Taoist drew his sword, left words on the stone wall, and then walked away with the sword in hand.

The death of Commander Zuo of the Qianlong Guard also had some feedback. While the prince was sleeping, he suddenly saw a young Taoist riding an ox cart and carrying a colorful bird on his shoulders. He could not see his face clearly, and he held his left arm with a sword. After it was chopped off, the prince's eyes widened, but he still could not clearly see the young Taoist's face. He could only hear the wailing of what seemed like millions of people.

He was writhing in pain, but he heard those wailing people suddenly burst into laughter.

They stretched out their hands as if to pull themselves into an endless hell.

The left hand that was chopped off was actually holding his throat tightly, as if he wanted to strangle himself to death.

The prince was frightened and woke up. He lost his soul during the day and could not speak for a long time. Then he learned the news about Zhou Nuchang's accident, so he ordered his subordinates to search for him. He saw that all the people were dead, the secret was gone, and even the soul was gone. On a stone wall, there are names carved one after another, all of which are the remaining veterans of the Xuanjia Army. Twenty-seven names are 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 Dapeng Fu was?

The man replied: "Except for the deaths of many Qianlong Guards, the gold, silver, treasures, land deeds, including the volume of Dapeng Fu are 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 Dapeng Fu was still there, so he breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "It's okay, it's okay." His face changed rapidly several times. First he became pale after hearing the news, and then relaxed, and then returned to a strange red color. After mumbling for a long time, he lost his mind. , hurriedly ordered the local officials to collect the corpses of the Qianlong Guards, and then send Dapeng Fu.

After flipping through it, I found out that it was indeed Dapeng Fu. I could feel a little relieved, but I was still frightened. I couldn't sleep day and night. Every time I woke up, I seemed to see the young Taoist calmly, as if he was ruthless and forgetful of emotion, but yet... His eyes, which were plain and vast, encompassing everything, made his heart palpitate.

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

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

A sudden change frightened the prince, causing the original future human emperor to change his original plan.

Everyone was curious, wondering where this change came from?

After the murder, the young Taoist did not go back to Lianyang Temple, but went to the mountains along the way.

Visiting an old friend.