Wanderer of the whirling world

The night is dark, the moon is remnant and the stars are sparse.

The cold frost is better than the snow, and the wind is like a knife.

The right temple of Dali Temple in Bianliang, Tokyo, is in a deep prison.

With disheveled hair and prison clothes, Lu Tong sat slumped on the cold and hard bluestone bricks on the ground, silent.

The lute bones on his two shoulders were pierced by fine iron chains as thick as a baby's arms. Even a slight trembling of his body would cause bursts of rattling metal sounds.

Four or five guards in red official uniforms, with steel knives slung around their waists, patrolled in front of the prison gate expressionlessly.

But if you look carefully, the hands of each of them holding the handle of the knife are trembling slightly, and the hairs on their arms are also standing out.

Everyone knows that the person locked in the cell behind him is a genuine fairy. Although the lute bone is pierced and he can't use half of his strength, he is a pre-Qin alchemist who used to be supernatural and supernatural.

Who can guarantee that this old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years will not have any unexpected escape methods?

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Suddenly, a gust of gloomy wind blew away the thick evil spirit in the prison, and also blew out several brass oil lamps on the wall.

The cell, which was originally bright and bright, was instantly pitch-black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

"who!"

A guard yelled loudly, his voice trembling slightly, revealing deep fear.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of drawing a knife.

"Turn on the lights!"

Another voice sounded, calm and powerful.

This is the leader of the patrol team tonight, who was temporarily transferred from Kaifeng Mansion, the famous Zhao Hu, Zhao Siye.

Hearing his order, there was a sudden noise of panic...

After a while, someone finally touched the flint, followed by the crisp sound of rubbing fire.

Sparks are fleeting, and at this moment, everyone saw a scene that they will never forget.

A pair of eyes as black as ink, as abyss as the sea, as deep as the starry sky.

Zhao Hu just looked at the pair of quiet night-like eyes for a short moment, and felt dizzy, his whole body was sore and limp, his brain seemed to be filled with flour and water, and when he shook it, it became a cloudy paste ...

He didn't dare to look any more, and hurriedly lowered his head. Relying on the instinct he had been working for many years, he drew his knife out, mustered all the strength in his body, and slashed towards the position of the eyes in his memory.

But he was shocked immediately: the long knife he was holding became extremely soft at some point.

Looking carefully, it was actually a girl's arm with long red nails...

Fourth Master Zhao was so frightened that he wanted to yell, but his breath was stagnant, and he couldn't utter a single word from his open mouth.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes dimmed, and he finally lost consciousness...

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pat...

The thumb-thick lock cylinder was held by a slender white hand, and it broke apart with a light tug.

Lu Tong in the prison slowly raised his head, a pair of cloudy eyes barely looked at the person who came, and his absent-minded eyes suddenly seemed to recover a little bit of energy:

He said weakly:

"Who are you? Are you here to save me, or are you here to kill me?"

The visitor lit up the fire folder, illuminated his handsome face, and said lightly:

"Let's get to know each other once, after much deliberation, I decided to come and see you off."

Lu Tong glanced at the person who came, saw his face clearly, suddenly seemed to understand everything, and suddenly smiled:
"It turned out to be you, do it, kill me, and your plan will be completed. Everyone will think that the old man killed everyone, and then commit suicide in fear of crime. No one will suspect you."

The visitor said slowly:

"As expected of Lu Tong, among the few of us, you are the one who is the best at calculating. Since you understand everything, then go with peace of mind. For the sake of many years of affection, I promise to clean up and never let you guilty."

Lu Tong lowered his head and stopped talking.

The visitor shrinks the ground into an inch while taking steps, lifts his leg up in front of Lu Tong, and raises his palm, intending to shatter his eight extraordinary meridians, creating the illusion that Lu Tong himself cut off his meridians and died.

His palm was raised high, but when it was about to fall, it was blocked by a soft and soft force, and it stopped in mid-air, unable to move.

The visitor was startled, but when he looked carefully, he saw a big plantain fan appearing in front of him at some point, blocking all attacks.

He was shocked in his heart, but his reaction was not slow at all. With a little force on his feet, he floated backwards and went straight to the gate of the prison.

But as soon as he jumped up, a strong murderous aura came from behind like overwhelming mountains and seas, like a light on his back, which made his heart palpitate endlessly, so he quickly used a heavy weight to stop his steps.

At the same time, a tall young man slowly walked out of the shadow of the prison.

It was Xin Ziqiu.

……

The clock turns back to a day earlier.

In the alley.

Xin Ziqiu leaned down and asked Tai Si:
"Tai Si, all of you alchemists have seized other people's bodies before. Let me ask you, what should you do if your primordial spirit and the new physical body are mutually exclusive after the seizure?"

Tai Si didn't expect Xin Ziqiu to ask this question suddenly, she was a little puzzled, looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, and then said:

"This... the kind of things you mentioned do happen occasionally. In fact, every time we seize the house, we will use the secret method to preserve the old body for more than ten days. If something goes wrong after the house is seized, we can also save it The primordial spirit has returned to its position and continues to look for the next suitable 'inheritor'."

Xin Ziqiu sneered when he heard that:
"Hmph, as expected..."

Tai Si thought that he was targeting her. Facing the coercion of the two true immortals, beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and she carefully explained:
"However, it's been a long time since we've done such a detrimental thing. It's not a last resort, and we won't often take it away..."

Xin Ziqiu was not interested in her explanation, he waved his hand, interrupted her, and asked:
"Let me ask you again, will you feel uncomfortable if you continue to stay with your old body after you take the house?"

When Tai Si heard this question, she immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and turned pale with fright:
"You... how do you know such details? Could it be that you have also seized the house before?"

But meeting Xin Ziqiu's knife-like eyes, she quickly replied honestly:
"...As you said, it is indeed the case, because there is usually a small part of the soul in the old body, and the soul in the new body will have a special resonance power, which will have an impact on the soul. Therefore, the old and new bodies are separated. The closer you are, the stronger the symptoms of discomfort. Generally, we seal the old body in a special coffin to avoid this situation."

Xin Ziqiu got the answer he wanted, and finally connected all the clues together.

He stood up and smiled at the two true immortals:
"Seniors, if this junior is right, the murderer should be..."

……

"...Daoist Xuancheng, are you safe and sound?"

In the prison, Xin Ziqiu had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were like lightning, showing his sharpness:

"We have been waiting here for a long time."

The visitor turned his head and saw Lu Dongbin glaring at him with his sword behind his hands.

On the side, Zhong Liquan shook the banana fan, flicked his fingers, and a ball of Lihuo Zhenqi quickly ignited all the brass lamps on the wall, illuminating the place like daytime.

The majestic and mighty divine thoughts of the two great immortals have firmly locked on this place, as long as he makes a slight movement, there will be a thunderous counterattack.

Tai Si, who was wearing a goose-yellow gown, also flashed out from the shadows behind the two real immortals at this time, her beautiful eyes were full of anger, and she was staring at him.

On Taoist Xuancheng's handsome cheek, the long scar trembled slightly from the shock, baring his teeth and claws.

But in just a short moment, he regained that harmless smile:

"Oh, it turned out to be Xin Dutong. Pindao and Senior Lu Tong have always been friends. Seeing that he was imprisoned, I couldn't bear it. I want to come and see."

Xin Ziqiu unhurriedly turned on the fire folder and lit the oil lamp. The half-duked light shone on his face, making it difficult to determine whether it was cloudy or sunny.

He pointed to the yamen servants lying all over the place outside and said:
"Master Dao, is this how you visit the prison? The secret technique of the word 'Jing' does have the ability to steal people's hearts, but it is not used to deal with officials."

Taoist Xuancheng smiled and said:

"They didn't die, they just fell asleep after being hit by some illusion. It's not convenient for the poor to visit the prison during the day, so they had to use a little trick at night. It's not a big crime."

Xin Ziqiu shook his head and sighed:
"Why bother? We all heard clearly the conversation you had with Senior Lu Tong just now.

"You clearly came here to kill people, but now you make these unnecessary denials, what's the use?
"Plead guilty obediently, Daoist Xuancheng..."

Having said that, he paused, his eyes gleamed with the incomparable self-confidence of a young man, but his tone was still calm and indifferent:
"Oh no, I should call you...Goubi."

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