Taoist help me live forever

Chapter 39 Who agrees and who disagrees?

Facing Yu Xian's incessant progress, Wang Hao was at a loss.

"Cultivator? What is a cultivator?"

"Your Majesty doesn't know about immortal cultivators?"

Yu Xian obviously didn't believe that the person next to King Fu's pillow would not know the existence of the cultivator.

The princess thought for a moment, then shook her head and said:
"I don't know, and the prince didn't tell me everything."

Yu Xian saw that Wang Hao didn't even change her heartbeat, if she really acted, then her acting skills are too good.

But then he has plenty of time, so there is no rush.

To be honest, the princess's inexplicable trust in him really saved him a lot of energy.

He didn't ask too much, but pretended to ask casually:

"I heard from Eunuch Li that the prince's funeral was approved by the mother, but the body of the prince has not been found yet, which means that the prince may still be alive. Why are you in such a hurry?"

The concubine smiled bitterly and said: "I really want to continue looking for the prince, but Cui Changshi and the others advised me to settle the matter early, saying that the prince's disappearance has caused unrest among the people.

The current energy of the palace should be to deal with the threat of the rebels.

The prince disappeared together with the great priest. If he is still alive, there will be no problem with the protection of the great priest.

But Ben Gong always felt that they were too hasty.

However, as a woman in this palace, it is difficult to say anything about this kind of family and country affairs, so I can only secretly ask people to continue looking for the trace of the prince. "

"Great offering?"

Yu Xian has been famous for this great enshrinement for a long time. He is the chief of the palace enshrinement and lives in Tianzi Building No. [-], but he has never seen it. It is said that he is guarding Fu Wang's side day and night.

But from Chen Xiao's mouth, I learned that it was this great priest who summoned a water wall to stop his fatal blow, and used a water arrow to take the opportunity to injure him, but the power was not satisfactory, and he was just a low-level cultivator. By.

This is also the reason why Yu Xian was sure that there was an inheritance from immortal cultivators in the palace.

The concubine nodded her head and said: "The great priest is the most trusted person of the prince. He is powerful, but he never shows his true face to others. Even this palace only meets him a few times occasionally."

Yu Xian thought secretly.

Did Fu Wang get away with feigning death after hearing some rumors, or the assassination methods of the monks of the Lin family were too strong, so that Fu Wang didn't even save his bones? Both situations are possible.

Fortunately, no matter what the situation is, the purpose of the monks of the Lin family has been achieved.

Now Changning County is in chaos visible to the naked eye.

Everyone is vying for the power vacuum after King Fu's death. Even the princess felt threatened, and went to the doctor in a hurry to entrust her family and life to him.

Under such circumstances, the monks of the Lin family would definitely not waste another monk in the late stage of Qi training to stare at the Fu Palace.

"I know, please don't worry, Madam, if I'm here for a day, this palace won't be in chaos."

Yu Xian smiled gently at Yulan.

"Yulan, you haven't seen your empress for several months, so you should spend more time with your empress."

Yu Xian said goodbye and left.

The moment he turned around, he already had a murderous look.

He has always followed his heart when he should, and been strong when he should be strong.

Originally, he wanted to take it slowly and seek to seize the power of the palace, but now that the princess took the initiative to hand the knife to him, he didn't have to be polite.

……

King Fu's coffin was buried in the royal tomb soon.

On the day of the burial, the whole city went to the funeral, and the procession stretched for dozens of miles. White paper money floated in the air, which lasted for a long time, like the first snow of the year.

It's not that Fu Wang is loved by the people more.

Instead, the government issued a notice that every household had to send someone to attend the funeral, and there were yamen servants to patrol and supervise, so the whole city was mighty and mighty, and King Fu was given a beautiful funeral.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

The courtyard of the front hall of the Wangfu.

Yu leisurely sat on a grand teacher's chair, playing with a red wine gourd in his hand, which contained the newly prepared medicinal wine for him by Doctor Huang, but the effect was not as good as before.

Now he has the eighth level of Qi training, nourished by the powerful mana day and night, and his physical fitness is comparable to that of a congenital warrior.

Even if you don't use magic power, you can be called an enemy of a hundred people just by your physical body.

With such a body, it is already more than enough to deal with Yulan alone, so her cultivation is getting deeper and deeper.

But enough is enough, and what should be supplemented still needs to be supplemented.

Yu Xian took a sip of the medicinal wine, and the medicinal power slowly dissipated after entering his stomach, followed by a faint sweetness in his mouth.

In front of him, stood the guards of the palace. There were more than a hundred people, divided into three teams, all of them were powerful and powerful.

They are all wearing light armor and equipped with standard military weapons, and the captain is still a peak acquired warrior, only one step away from a congenital master.

Of course, many people will not be able to take this step in their entire lives.

Every team here can hold down an ordinary martial arts master, which can be regarded as a pseudo-innate.

If Chen Xiao hadn't been ruthless in his poisonous skills, he just restrained the siege, and he made a sudden attack, even the gate of the palace would be difficult to break through.

In addition, there are many offerings from the shrine.

But at this moment, they were all standing, but Yu Xian was sitting on the ground like an old god, just like the master's house, which suddenly made some priests dissatisfied.

"Didn't you say that the princess told us to come over? Why are you sitting on it, Yu Gongfeng?"

"Feng Yu, don't forget your identity."

"Feng Yu, please don't overstep."

Everyone is enshrined, although they are one level lower, it is not a relationship between superiors and subordinates, there is no subordinate, and Yu Xian's posture makes them feel like servants.

Yu Xian smiled, and said in a warm voice: "I want everyone to know that under the entrustment of the empress, Yu is now the head of internal affairs of the palace. That is to say, all affairs of the palace are under the jurisdiction of Yu, including you."

"Today, I invite you here in the name of my mother, and I want to ask you one thing."

"I see, I don't know Yu Gongfu, oh no, Director Yu, what do you want us to do?"

The speaker was a young man with a pair of peach blossom eyes, very handsome.In the middle of spring, before he took off his cotton coat, he held a folding fan in his hand.

His name is Xia Zhu, and he is the young son of the Xia family, a large family in the city. He was accepted by the palace as an enshrinement because of his skill in painting.

His family has huge wealth, and the reason why he became an enshrinement is to make a name for himself with the help of the palace.

Everyone knew that the palace of the palace only accepts those with top skills, so he became an enshrinement of the palace, which is equivalent to a golden signboard.

Now that he has long been famous throughout Changning County, he doesn't care if he has the status of enshrined in the palace, and he has no scruples about speaking.

Yu Xian said slowly: "I think you all know that the prince was assassinated and died not long ago, and this supervisor accidentally learned that the death of the prince was related to a certain undercover agent present.

It was he who leaked the prince's whereabouts that caused the prince to encounter disaster.

I would like to ask everyone to help to find him out. "

When it came to the assassination case of the prince, everyone waited with bated breath, not daring to say anything, for fear of being called an undercover agent.

"I don't know how Director Yu wants to investigate?"

It was Xia Zhu who asked questions.

At his age, he had the best face, he was the one who answered the question just now, if he was too frightened to answer the question now, he didn't know how others would laugh at him in the future.

Hearing this, Yu Xian shook the wine gourd in distress and said, "Isn't it because I haven't figured out how to check it, so I asked everyone to wait."

"what?!"

The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.

"Isn't Director Yu making fun of us? Telling us that there are undercover agents around us, but he doesn't know how to investigate?
Could it be that if you can't figure it out for a day, we will stand here and wait for you for a day? "

A fiery priest bid farewell.

"Director Yu, Mr. Yan has urgent matters at home, so I won't play around with you."

His name is Yan Hongfei, the owner of the Yan Family Martial Arts Gym, the acquired peak martial arts realm, he has many disciples in Changning City, and he once worked as an instructor in the city defense camp for a while.

He turned to leave.

"If you leave, I'll take you as a guilty conscience."

Yu Xian knocked on the handle of the grand master's chair, the voice was still unhurried, but it made people feel chills behind.

Yan Hongfei paused, turned to look at Yu Xian, suppressed his anger and said:
"Director Yu, what exactly do you want?"

Yu Xian sighed and said, "Why are you so impatient, okay, okay, let's find a compromise."

With a flick of his fingers, a small black pill shot out in the air, and it landed in front of Yan Hongfei exactly.

"This is the seven-day death pill. Once taken, if there is no antidote within seven days, the intestines will be pierced and the stomach will rot and die."

"If it is found out that Yan Gongfeng is not suspected, he will naturally give you the antidote."

There are not many poisonous prescriptions for dealing with immortal cultivators in the Poison Sutra, but the methods for dealing with ordinary warriors should not be too rich.

Some of the poisons are said to be able to poison even those who are born at the peak of Dzogchen martial arts.

The reason why it is so called is because even the monk who wrote the Poison Sutra has never seen a congenital Dzogchen warrior.

The Seven Days of Death Pill was originally called Blood-eating Gu in the Poison Sutra. It is an extremely small poisonous insect called blood-eating worm, which feeds on blood.

Yu Xian also got it through Dr. Huang.

Don't look at Dr. Huang's obedient and fearful appearance in front of Yu Xian, but he has the title of a strange doctor outside the palace, and he likes to use strange patients for medical experiments.

Because his treatment plan has always been unorthodox, and the patients are put to death as soon as they say it, and only those patients who really have no other options are willing to gamble with him.

Even so, he still caused trouble.

After all, before the person died, the family members said, "Do whatever you want, doctor, I will accept it if you can't cure it." But after the person died, it was "You quack doctor, pay for my life."

However, since Doctor Huang joined the palace, this kind of trouble has basically been eliminated.

Closer to home, just because he has seen too many strange diseases, he also has more strange things in his hands.

This blood-eating worm is one of them.

Warriors have not yet developed spiritual consciousness, so they lack the means to deal with this kind of Gu worms hidden in their bodies, even if innate warriors take blood-eating Gu, they will become weak day by day until their flesh and blood are completely swallowed.

However, taking special drugs can inhibit the activity of the blood-eating Gu.

Faced with the seven-day death pill, Yan Hongfei laughed angrily.

"Director Yu, Mr. Yan thinks he's doing the right thing. Even Zhou Shenbu has not come up with a conclusion on the death of the prince. You use such ridiculous reasons to force Mr. Yan to take the poisonous pill. You are too overbearing. Already!"

"Yan won't take the poisonous pill, but he wants to leave. If Director Yu really thinks that Yan is an undercover agent, he will take my head and return to the princess!"

Yan Hongfei turned around and left.

Just after taking two steps, he heard a sound of strong wind breaking through the air behind his ears.

Before he could react in time, his feet hurt, and he suddenly knelt forward. Because of the severe pain, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he resisted and refused to cry out.

His bloodshot eyes first looked at Yu Xian who didn't even lift his butt, and then at the middle-aged swordsman who shot at him, with disbelief in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)