Fu Shifeng

Chapter 286 Chiwu ascends the palace

Nanyue Hengshan, a Jade Girl Temple located at the foot of the mountain, all the idlers were dismissed. Twelve carefully selected beautiful virgins, after bathing and incense, put on exquisite silk dresses, each one was very happy, each thinking about the random things. A bright future for the Immortal.

Yang Wujiu stood in the courtyard, looking at these beautiful virgins in light clothes and skirts, with gold hairpins swaying about, and he couldn't help but feel lust in his heart. Although he knew very well that most of these beautiful virgins would not survive for three years after being given to Wu Zhenren, but at least they could live a few years of fairy life without having to worry about worldly food and clothing.

Moreover, just their silk and satin outfits, golden hairpins, daily food and drinks sent to the mountains to keep them healthy, and bathing incense to remove dirt, all the expenses were arranged according to the noble ladies, so they are worth a lot of money. It is worth it to enjoy it once in this life.

If Yang Wujiu hadn't known that Wu Zhenren had vast supernatural powers and magical powers, Yang Wujiu himself would have enjoyed these charming and beautiful virgins long ago. How could he have watched obediently and not done anything?

In the secular world at the foot of the mountain, Yang Wujiu, as the Lord of Zhurong Mansion, could be said to be a powerful force in the town. He had many heroes in the world under his command, and he had no less than three thousand Miao people who were loyal to him. His disciples walked around the border of Xiaoxiang, and they could go directly to the governors of prefectures and counties with their name cards, which shows how powerful they were.

However, what is not known to outsiders is that in front of the Qingyu Tan Wu Zhenren, Yang Wujiu is just a lay disciple who works hard on errands, and his life, death, misfortune, and fortune are all under his control. When a talisman edict came, Yang Wujiu had to act according to the order. No matter how difficult it was, he would risk his life to get it done.

Yang Wujiu's current status and achievements are all thanks to Wu Zhenren. After all, before him, there was another person working for Wu Zhenren. Unfortunately, because of greed, that man stole it privately and was replaced by Yang Wujiu. The female family members were also used to reward the newly won over Miao Man, and their end was extremely miserable.

"Okay, okay, don't make any noise."

This group of beautiful virgins came to the courtyard, and they were all chattering, making Yang Wu Jiu very upset. Fortunately, he doesn't have to be responsible for teaching etiquette, which saves him a lot of trouble. This can be regarded as Wu Zhenren's sympathy for him.

Yang Wu Jiu has always been domineering and strong in his treatment of his subordinates. If he disobeys the slightest bit, he will be severely punished and even kill people to establish his authority. Only when dealing with these virgins who were about to be sacrificed to Wu Zhenren, he did not dare to show excessive rhetoric, suppressed his impatience, and said:

"The Dengzhen sedan heading to Immortal Cave Mansion has arrived outside the courtyard. Let me reiterate, after you sit in the sedan, you are not allowed to leave the sedan until you hear three bells. Remember?"

The women across from him responded sparsely, with faces full of anticipation or nervousness. Some of them were worried that the makeup on their faces was not done properly, so they talked in whispers and ignored Yang Wujiu at all.

"A bunch of sows and bitches that are only meant to be fucked and played with!" Yang Wujiu's eyes twitched, secretly thinking that the land of Xiaoxiang has shallow culture and education after all. If it were those noble ladies from the Central Plains who had been influenced by ethics and education, how could they be so noisy now? Noisy, no manners?

In fact, Yang Wujiu was not willing to be the king and hegemon in the Xiaoxiang land. Although he had served Wu Zhenren for many years and had gained a lot, he still lacked an official background.

If possible, Yang Wu Jiu would like to get a serious official position, and then use his current accumulation to become a wealthy family.

But this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment, and was instantly extinguished by Yang Wujiu himself. Because he knew very well that Wu Zhenren could not allow himself any possibility of escaping from control.

Yang Wujiu's status in the world was grand, but if he had a serious official status and even tried to move forward, the situation would be completely different. Coveting power and position is even more unacceptable to Wu Zhenren than coveting wealth.

After finally getting the group of noisy women into the sedan chair, the red lacquered sedan, without the bearer, floated gently and flew towards the distant peak.

Yang Wujiu could sense that these boarding sedans were carried by ghosts and gods. They were summoned by Wu Zhenren, and even though they were not visible, they could still do a lot of things.

In addition to the hard work of moving and lifting, Wu Zhenren summoned ghosts and gods to serve more as eyes and ears. Therefore, Yang Wujiu's every move in the world under the mountain could not be hidden from Wu Zhenren at all.

After sighing secretly, Yang Wujiu prepared to pack up and go down the mountain, but as soon as he turned around, he saw the young and handsome Wu Zhenren standing in the courtyard.

After falling to his knees, Yang Wujiu followed his instinct completely and kowtowed: "Disciple, I pay my respects to the real person!"

"Yes." Wu Zhenren responded lightly, looked at the direction where Deng Zhen's sedan chair was leaving, and then chuckled: "It's also difficult for you. You are already a generation master and Xiaoxiang Wukui, but you still have to put down your body to take care of these little ones. Lady."

Yang Wujiu's heart was beating wildly, he didn't understand what Wu Zhenren meant by his words. What does "it's hard for you" mean? Don't you need to make things difficult for him in the future? This was not necessarily a sign of preferential treatment and tolerance. Instead, it might be that Yang Wu Jiu felt that Yang Wu Jiu was not doing his job well and was planning to find someone else to replace him.

"No! The disciple has always felt that he is ashamed of the Master's advice over the years." Yang Wujiu said hurriedly: "The Fu Zhao from Master is the supreme teaching. It is precisely to ask the disciple to do things sincerely and not to do anything because of some worldly achievements. Arrogant and arrogant, forgetful."

Wu Zhenren was amused by Yang Wujiu's words: "I haven't improved much in other areas, but my ability to flatter is getting better and better. What's the point of doing things sincerely? It's nothing more than clever robbery and getting a group of virgins to donate."

Although things were like this, Yang Wujiu did not dare to tell the truth: "The real man has the kindness to save the world, and those women are blessed to enjoy the immortal fate, which is a blessing cultivated in several lifetimes. The disciples are lucky enough to guide them, and they also benefit from it." Share the immortal energy."

"You have indeed gained a lot of benefits." Wu Zhenren's tone suddenly turned cold: "Let me do the math. The number of women you have played with over the years is not even a hundred, but as many as eighty. Do you know how many children you have? How do they borrow money? In your name, do you act tyrannically everywhere?"

Yang Wujiu's forehead touched the ground and he was sweating profusely. Over the years, he had collected men and women for Wu Zhenren, and the best ones were presented to the Jade Altar. The rest were either adopted by him or treated as slaves and given to the Miao Man who were loyal to him.

As for how many children there are, he doesn't care. If you like it, buy an outhouse; if you don't like it, either kill it or reward it to others.

"This disciple has let the real person down." Yang Wujiu said, "After this disciple came down from the mountain, he immediately closed his door to reflect and strictly disciplined his children."

"You'd better not disappoint me. After all, it takes a lot of effort to train someone like you."

Wu Zhenren's tone was plain and lazi, as if the so-called "wasting time" was the same as not wanting to tidy up the bedding after getting up.

But Yang Wujiu didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. He knew very well that if he really disappointed Wu Zhenren, he wouldn't be reprimanding him like this at this moment.

"The real person has a destiny, and the disciple will follow it to the death. I will never dare to neglect it in the slightest." Yang Wujiu swore.

"Let's see what happens." Wu Zhenren said in a subtle tone. He was well versed in the ways of controlling his subordinates, and he knew very well that he had to hit him from time to time to make Yang Wujiu obedient, instead of trying to find another source of support.

Wu Zhenren was not worried that Yang Wujiu would plot to kill him. There was a huge difference between the two and Yang Wujiu couldn't do it even if he wanted to. But if some master planned to take advantage of Yang Wujiu and follow the clues to cause trouble for him, then Wu Zhenren would have to be on guard.

Recently, Cheng Sanwu has been slaying big demons and evil spirits everywhere in Xiaoxiang, and his momentum is not small. Wu Zhenren is good at dealing with ghosts and gods and has many eyes and ears, so he naturally understands the situation.

Moreover, Wu Zhenren also knew that these great monsters that had disappeared for a long time had been sealed for many years. Now that they are appearing one after another, it is clear that Yunmeng Pavilion secretly lifted the seal and guided Cheng Sanwu to fight against the enemy, so as not to stain his hands with blood. Anyone who has lived for a long time will naturally understand the serious consequences of indiscriminate killing. Although worldly masters like Wu Zhenren may not all believe in the Buddhist theory of karma, if they rely on their profound magic power and act without reservation, they will invite unreasonable hatred for themselves.

Therefore, if Wu Zhenren wants to harvest virgin virgins, he will definitely not take the initiative to collect them himself. He must rely on someone like Yang Wujiu to act on his behalf. If he is prosecuted in the future, then let Yang Wujiu take the responsibility.

Similarly, the Yunmeng Pavilion and the masters behind it have sealed away such a group of giant monsters and are unwilling to eliminate them personally. In addition to wanting to save money and trouble, they are also unwilling to commit murders or walk into dangerous situations.

No one can guarantee whether those big demons and giant evil spirits have strange and cunning methods. If they cannot eradicate the roots and some fish slip through the net, it will leave a huge hidden danger for themselves.

In this case, it is better to invite a reckless warrior from elsewhere and let him work for himself. In the future, there will always be wrongdoers and debtors, and Yunmeng Pavilion can stay out of the matter.

Outsiders may not know it, but Wu Zhenren is very familiar with this routine. Although Yunmeng Pavilion has only been around for about ten years, this group of people has been operating in Xiaoxiang for a long time, and they have been fighting openly and secretly with themselves for quite some time.

And now that they are going to war, letting Cheng Sanwu eliminate the sealed monsters one by one is clearly to prepare for the upcoming big move.

"How is your martial arts progress recently?" Wu Zhenren suddenly asked.

Yang Wujiu, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned for a moment and replied: "Thank you, Master, although this disciple has glimpsed the threshold of the innate realm, he is still trying to figure out the opportunity to break through, fearing that he will disappoint Master's high expectations."

"If you are just facing an ordinary person in the martial arts world, your martial arts and sword skills can be enough to deal with it." Wu Zhenren lowered his head and looked at Yang Wujiu, his eyes bright, as if he had an insight into his internal organs: "But if it is those extraordinary and holy high-level people, Man, I'm afraid you have no power to fight back."

Yang Wujiu answered calmly: "My disciple is incompetent, but even those extraordinary and holy masters may not look down on my disciple."

Wu Zhenren sneered: "Are you sure that a real master will come directly to trouble me?"

"Exalts have their own mysteries in their actions. If a disciple is involved, not only will it be useless, but it will also ruin the arrangement of the master." Yang Wujiu replied.

"If it were someone else, maybe he would act according to your words." Wu Zhenren raised his eyes and looked into the unknown distance: "Unfortunately, there are exceptions to everything. I predict that an expert will come to challenge you, the master of Zhurong Palace, soon. , and what he wants to compete with you is the Yanfeng Sword Technique."

"Yan Feng Sword Technique?" Yang Wujiu was slightly surprised. His sword technique was not taught by Wu Zhenren, but was acquired from following a Jianghu traveler in his early years.

What Wu Zhenren did was actually explain to Yang Wujiu the shortcomings of the Yanfeng Sword Technique, and instruct him to steal the Xiangshui Ice Soul, thereby resolving the Yanjin self-inflicted injury, and by adjusting the Yin and Yang in the body, he made his martial arts more and more refined.

From Yang Wujiu's point of view, Yanfeng Sword Technique is indeed powerful, but looking at the world, this sword technique cannot be said to be that brilliant. Yang Wujiu has refined his sword skills over the years and added several new moves based on the past, and has firmly established himself as the "No. 1 swordsman south of Dongting".

However, this reputation is not that great in the eyes of real masters. The area south of Dongting cannot be called prosperous in today's world. To be the leader in this kind of place is just a country man.

"If it's just a competition of Yanfeng Sword Technique, this disciple still has some confidence." Yang Wu Jiu bravely raised his head.

As a result, Wu Zhenren looked at Yang Wu Jiu with a look of pity, and said, dumbfounded, "Forget it, if you really meet that person, you won't even be able to catch his three moves."

Yang Wujiu was a little unconvinced: "The disciple is quite surprised by what the master said. I don't know what kind of master he is, but I really want to learn from him."

"His name is Cheng Sanwu, and he is a member of the Gongchen Guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs." Wu Zhenren said.

"Internal servant Gongchenwei?" Yang Wujiu was surprised: "This disciple has never provoked these big shots. He has no grievances or enmities. Why would he be punished?"

"The person he is looking for is me, but you can't escape." Wu Zhenren said bluntly: "Cheng Sanwu is wandering elsewhere now. If he targets you, he will definitely come to challenge you."

"If that's the case, then this disciple also knows what to do." Yang Wujiu responded: "This kind of person is the most arrogant and arrogant. Just let him win one game. It's just a matter of human nature."

Wu Zhenren couldn't help but laugh: "But I remember that the Yanfeng Sword Technique is pursued and the more you fight, the braver you become. It is not the authentic way to surrender before the battle like you do."

Yang Wujiu, however, didn't care much: "The disciple's achievements today are all due to the guidance of the real person. The Yanfeng Sword Technique said that the more you fight, the braver you become, but it is just the courage of an ordinary man, and it is not worthy of publicity at all."

Wu Zhenren pondered for a moment. With the help of his ghosts and gods, he watched the battle where Cheng Sanwu killed Dujiao Cangsi from a distance. He understood that the opponent's martial arts had greatly exceeded the scope of Yanfeng Sword Technique and was simply beyond what Yang Wujiu could handle.

"But if you do it perfunctorily, I'm afraid it's inappropriate." Wu Zhenren shook his head: "As far as I know, Cheng Sanwu is a martial arts fanatic, and he will definitely compete with you in Yanfeng Sword Technique. If you still insist on this This idea is only more dangerous."

Yang Wujiu had already guessed that Cheng Sanwu was here to cause trouble, so he asked, "What should this disciple do?"

Wu Zhenren took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve: "This is the True Yang Zhao Ming Dan that I refined. After taking it and refining it, the skill can be greatly improved in ten days."

Yang Wujiu took it carefully and asked, "Does the master want his disciples to test Cheng Sanwu's strength?"

"The understanding is not bad." Wu Zhenren said with a smile: "I don't expect you to be able to defeat this person, let's go and test his edge."

Yang Wu Jiu did not dare to disobey, and replied in a deep voice: "Disciple, I obey!"

(End of this chapter)