Uncrowned Evil Emperor

It was night, the chill of early spring had not dissipated, and the cool air filled the quiet courtyard.

A round of bright moon hanging high in the bright Milky Way is extraordinarily bright. Under the green willows, Feng Jueyu looks up at the moon, and occasionally "wet" sexually utters a few "kinky" words, which makes the servants on the outer wall sneer. The goods got mad again.

On the second floor pavilion on the left side of Yunmeng Xiaolou, bright oil lamps were shining, and the pretty figure reflected on the window paper was full of fatigue, and the eldest lady was reviewing the account book again.

In the early spring, the land recovers, and the peak season of the medicinal material industry begins. Usually, at this time, people go out to find the origin of medicinal materials or cultivate new medicinal species. Huairentang, like other pharmacies, has a lot of work that Shangguan Ruomeng needs to do.

In front of the table in the window, Shangguan Ruomeng looked at the thick account books, and from time to time he picked up the pen to draw a picture.

Xing'er stood aside obediently, holding a big abacus and moving it back and forth.

Ah ~

A master and a servant were concentrating on checking the accounts, when a wolf howling suddenly came from outside the building:

Chunmian doesn't realize it,

Mosquito bites everywhere,

If you want to sleep soundly,

Don't wash your feet at night.

So "wet", so "wet"...

As soon as this "poem" came out, it really turned over a whole yard of people. There were not a few people in each wing room who were covered with big quilts and stuffed cotton flowers in their ears. Scared half to death, the good thing died halfway.

Xing'er in Yunmeng Xiaolou bit her lips angrily, and even the usually prudent Shangguan Ruomeng frowned and looked out. Shaking his head and brain, the corners of his mouth twitched in anger.

"Grandpa is too much, you still yell at such a late hour, miss~" Xing'er looks good, her little face is flushed, especially when she is angry, she is a little more charming.

"Forget it." Shangguan Ruomeng looked along the window for a while, shook his head helplessly, and sat down again: "Could it be that Brother Feng has such a taste, leave him alone." Sighing, Shangguan Ruomeng also I don't know what to think.

Unable to see the account anymore, Xing'er simply threw the abacus on the table, and said angrily: "Miss, he is not young anymore, Xing'er is a servant, and she shouldn't have said these things on weekdays, but Miss, Xing'er replaced her." You're not worth it."

Shangguan Ruomeng put down the brush and raised her head: "Why is it worthless?" She stood up and said solemnly, "Shangguan's parents, second, and third have more than three hundred disciples, and most of them are direct blood relatives and related. Is it easy to keep such a large family business? Grandpa is old and doesn't want to be more involved. He let the three houses compete for property, but he didn't want to fight too hard, so he chose me. If I leave Shangguan's house, Shangguan's house How long can it last?"

"Five years? Ten years? Or three years? Two years?" Speaking of this, Shangguan Ruomeng sighed: "Four provinces, two prefectures, one prefecture and six counties, Shangguan's family's property is too large. Once a certain department appears The problem is that it will destroy the Shangguan family's 200-year-old foundation. I can't leave, so I must marry Feng Jueyu, only in this way can grandpa feel at ease."

"But... but he doesn't care about himself every day, and he doesn't ask for progress at all. Miss, can you bear it after getting married?" Xing'er and Shangguan Ruomeng are childhood sweethearts, and they are even called sisters in private. There are some words that only she dares to say Come out, she is sincerely kind to Shangguan Ruomeng.

Shangguan Ruomeng shook his head, disappointment flashed across his face, and he immediately said firmly: "If you can't bear it, you have to bear it. For the sake of grandpa, sacrificing me alone is nothing."

Going straight to the window, Shangguan Ruomeng looked at the man's back, and his tone softened: "Actually, Brother Feng is not a bad person. He has been to brothels countless times, and he never spent the night there, which shows that he knows what is important. , what is not important, and this is enough for me. In addition, only this kind of disposition is easy to control. Do you think he is like Ruo Wen and Ruo Wu who are friendly on the surface, but secretly conspiring? "

"But." Xing'er was still waiting to fight for her young lady, but she was interrupted by Shangguan Ruomeng before she finished speaking.

"Do you think Brother Feng is a little different after what happened last time?" Shangguan Ruomeng didn't look back, his curious eyes fell on the handsome figure in the courtyard.

Myolie was taken aback, different?What's different?Or is it so unbearable that no one listens to what you say? "Miss, did you find anything?"

Shangguan Ruomeng smiled: "It's just that I didn't find it, so I feel strange, I can't say it well, anyway, it's different."

Xing'er was puzzled, she didn't want to take another look at that dude, but she couldn't help but walk to the window and follow Shangguan Ruomeng to stare at Feng Jueyu at the same time.

The conversation took place in the small building. If Killer Feng heard it, he would definitely look up at the window. This young master thinks that his acting skills are top-notch, and it is no problem to win a golden horse actor, but this girl saw it. The woman's Intuition is horrible.

The building gradually quieted down. The master and the servant were disturbed by Feng Jueyu. How could they still be in the mood to watch the account? They couldn't help but feel an arc in their hearts. There were still a lot of things tonight, so how could they talk about that trash? up.

"Forget it, Xing'er, pack up and rest."

Shangguan Ruomeng didn't know that the change in Killer Feng Da's "inside" was destined to leave a faint imprint on her heart during this meeting, and this night was also doomed to have no sleep.

……

In the garden downstairs, Killer Feng invited a beautiful woman to appreciate the moon and couldn't wait, lacking in interest, so he returned to his residence in desperation and continued to practice the first level of Hongyuan Tianjing.

After rescuing Li Yide in Jishifang in the morning, Feng Jueyu's understanding of the magical art of impermanence of life and death has advanced to a new level. The Hong Yuan Spiritual Qi in the space is almost endless, how much you can use depends on your own ability.

With this heaven-defying skill, the confidence of Feng Da Killer is doubled. The ability of life to grow all things can be used in all aspects, and death, or the qi of Hongyuan Zhiyin, is still there. A huge effect opposite to the former.

After nearly half a month of trying to figure it out, Feng Jueyu almost understood how to use the two abilities. To him, it was as surprising and inexplicable as getting two abilities.

When the two kinds of Hong Yuan spiritual energy are properly controlled, it will produce various unexpected effects, such as concealing breath and whereabouts, which is the most real.

Now it's up to you how to use these two powerful abilities.

But now there is a good opportunity, the moon is dark and the wind is high to kill the night, the killer of the wind will choose Yizhuang as his target.

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Xicheng Yizhuang...

Yizhuang is the place where coffins are stored.Of course, the coffin will not be empty. There are corpses in the coffin. Most of them have not found a good place for burial for a while, or the deceased died in a foreign country, and the family is going to send them back to the mainland for burial, or they are too poor to be buried. Stored in Yizhuang.

Along the way, Feng Jueyu finally arrived at Yizhuang in Xicheng, from the bustling and bustling city full of laughter and laughter, carefully shaking off the followers who followed him.

In the middle of the night, the air became colder and colder, and the cold wind rolled a few dry leaves on the ground, floating feebly in the air, whimpering like a ghost, cold and low, creepy.

Feng Jueyu ran to Yizhuang, which is not inferior to the cemetery, in the middle of the night. Feng Jueyu was not without purpose. What he wanted to verify this time was that he could use the aura of death to simulate the aura of corpses, and even simulate ghosts. If he succeeded, It can be applied to various occasions in the future, and it will definitely be of great benefit.

The door of Yizhuang was not closed tightly, Feng Jueyu saw that there was no one around, so he walked in like a ghost.

Entering the main hall of Yizhuang, a gloomy cold current instantly enveloped his whole body, even though he was a strong wind killer, he couldn't help shivering.

Damn, this Yizhuang is much more gloomy than the morgue.

Yizhuang is evolved from ancestral halls. There is a huge statue in front of each Yizhuang, just like a temple wish, with fierce eyebrows and strict Dharma. Coupled with the cold and old coffins lined up around it, it is No matter how courageous a person is, his hair will stand on end when he arrives here.

Killer Feng Da is no exception, he doesn't want to stay here forever.

Walking to a nearby coffin, he slowly pushed open the coffin lid, still muttering: "I'm sorry, brother, borrow some corpse energy to go back and study, after the incident of Jishifang is over, brother will come back I'll burn some ingot candles for you, no wonder."

Talking like this, Killer Fengda stretched out his hand, and the magical art of life and death was quietly running, and a suction force was generated out of thin air in the depth of his palm, and the force of death pulled it out with a musty smell of carrion.

When Feng Jueyu came, he deliberately changed into night clothes, and wore a black cloth scarf on his face. On the one hand, he was afraid of being recognized by others, and on the other hand, it was also to prevent the smell.

But as soon as the coffin lid was opened, the disgusting smell still wafted out.

vomit……

Feng Jueyu, who had inhaled a wisp of corpse breath, almost vomited out the last night's meal, quickly closed the coffin board, Feng Jueyu hurriedly retreated a few steps, panting heavily: "Damn it, Li Yide, Li Yide , Ben Shao even did the tomb robbery for you, if you don’t make Ben Shao rich, Ben Shao won’t let you go.”

Even though Feng Jueyu had cultivated into the first level of magical skills in the Hong Yuan Tianjing, the kung fu in his hands was far from reaching the materialization of stored energy. With the corpse energy slowly dissipating in his hands, he walked directly to the corner sat down.

With the magic power activated, the black, white, life and death qi continuously travel along the meridians in the body, inhaling the corpse qi into the body, and the two qi circulate alternately, and carefully observe.

"Is this what the body smell is like?"

As Feng Jueyu expected, the aura of death is indeed something extremely yin and cold. Once he recognizes the characteristics of a certain breath, he can use the aura of death to simulate it.

This kind of cold aura can even affect people's mind and produce some kind of hallucinations.

This is what Feng Jueyu wanted.

In order to better study the corpse's aura, Feng Jueyu didn't leave at all, and became more courageous a little bit. He pushed and closed the coffin boards one by one. Not far from ten.

The good news is that Feng Jueyu found that when this cold air is inhaled too much, the inner breath deep in the dantian is also constantly growing, although it is not much, it is better than nothing.

Just when Feng Jueyu was enjoying it, a gloomy voice came over.

"Stinky boy, it's never over, aren't you afraid of the dead in the coffin blowing up their bodies?"