Fake Taoists in the world of film and television

Chapter 209 The Future Is Irreversible

The strong man moved his throat nervously, looking at Zhao Fang as if he were seeing a living person slaughtering him, his whole body trembling like chaff.

"You...you can't kill me. If you don't go back, no matter how strong you are, you can't escape the pursuit behind you. Why don't you let me go. I promise that I will never appear in front of you again, and no one will continue." Hunt you down.”

The more he spoke, the smoother and clearer he became. As long as he could survive, it was okay to give in. The person behind him would be able to take revenge sooner or later.

Zhao Fang clicked his fingers together, and all the acupuncture points on the strong man's limbs were sealed. In his frightened gaze, Zhao Fang's eyes rolled back, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, he fell softly to the ground and turned into a puddle of mud.

In the stupefied look of the strong man, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and Yi Buhuo, who had not shown his face from beginning to end, finally revealed his true face in Lushan.

Although he had seen the portrait when he came, the strong man really did not expect that the famous national master Yi Buhuo was so young, but he did not doubt whether this was the real Yi Buhuo.

His temperament is not something that ordinary people can imitate. There is indifference in his majesty. Although his eyes are gentle, they hide deep indifference. When he takes a look, it is as if there is no obstruction in his body. It is like he has been completely seen through. .

This condescension is not a deliberate expression, but it is lingering. It is an attitude naturally acquired by different levels.

Yi Buhuo's body has completely entered another dimension, and every cell in his body refuses to merge with mortals.

This is one of the reasons why he can kill without blinking an eye.

No one would tolerate trampling a group of ants to death, and even if they did, they would only react with hatred.

Yi Buhuo ignored the frightened look in the strong man's eyes and jumped off the carriage and walked towards Zhao Fang.

Although he controls it, it is still a mortal body after all. Although the true energy is constantly being cultivated in the air, providing almost endless physical strength, the body itself has its limits.

The non-stop fighting has been overwhelmed by now. Fortunately, he is here, otherwise this tool man can only bury his bones here to hide his achievements and fame.

He took out a pill from his bag and fed it into Zhao Fang's mouth. He tapped his heart with his finger, and the energy spread throughout his body to refine the medicine.

The injured muscles, bones, meridians, and organs all over the body began to repair. In order to avoid going too fast, Yi Buhuo left a little medicinal power to moisturize his body and silently treated his body, and then looked at the strong man.

Being swept by his eyes, the hairs on the strong man's body stood up instantly. Except for the movement of his eyes, his whole body became stiff instantly, and his blood almost solidified. Even his mouth seemed to be sealed, and he couldn't feel it even if he wanted to open his mouth.

This was suppression at the life level. Yi Buhuo didn't open his mouth. The strong man could not resist except trembling, and he couldn't even say anything to beg for mercy.

"Who sent you here?"

Yi Buhuo smiled slightly. Although he had no murderous intention, in the eyes of the strong man, it was more suffocating than the most terrifying evil ghost.

There is still a little luck in my heart, let alone the slightest idea of ​​lying, so I am about to reveal everything I know.

"Yes……"

"Stop talking!"

Yi Buhuo felt something in his heart, looked up at the sky, and suddenly interrupted him.

The strong man immediately shut up and buried his head deep in the ground without daring to raise his head.

How many people in the whole Daqin have hatred against him?
No need to wonder who did this?

In fact, this matter is a conspiracy. As long as he dies, everything will stop. Even if Ying Zheng is angry, there will still be scapegoats.

But those people in the court are all heroes who have accompanied him to conquer the world, and they also have the support of aristocratic families. Can Ying Zheng really be able to kill everyone regardless of risk?

That would only accelerate the collapse of the already precarious Great Qin.

Compared with the illusory immortality, the power in his hands is more important. This is the cornerstone that allows Ying Zheng to freely pursue his dreams.

Now that there is Yi Buhuo, can't there be a second him?

The world is so big, although it is hard to find strange people and strangers, but it is not completely unknown. With the strength of Daqin, if you really make up your mind to look for it, you will always be able to find it.

An expert like Lao Cui may not care about the secular world, but after all, he still has no force. How many can he fight against the Qin cavalry?

Moreover, this world has God's will, which is the so-called plot. Even Lao Cui himself is a person in the game and cannot refuse at all.

Even Yi Buhuo felt that the successive assassinations did not seem to be done by people in the court, but rather seemed to be the general trend.

He was just a illusory national master, and no one was sure whether he could refine the elixir of immortality. Why did he have to be killed?
Is it really because his appearance affects the rights of some people?
Or is it because he allowed Ying Zheng to start the war again?
It's not that Yi Buhuo doesn't believe that there are people in the court who really care about the world, but how many people in that position are really as simple as a blank piece of paper?
Only with war can they make a fortune!

It's too late to be grateful, so how could he be bent on killing himself?

He is an outsider, and now the plot has been changed beyond recognition. In order to maintain a closed loop, it is not impossible for this so-called providence to create some coincidences and opportunities to make him disappear.

Just when the strong man was about to say something, he happened to feel something in his heart, and an inexplicable panic suddenly appeared, as if a disaster was coming.

Ignoring the strong man lying on the ground and unable to move, Yi Buhuo glanced at Zhao Fang who was still in a coma, turned around and walked into the carriage.

Gao Yao hasn't woken up yet, but that's fine. With his unexperienced appearance, if he really sees the miserable scene outside, he might be able to spit out his last night's meal.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the carriage, Yi Buhuo closed his eyes and connected his inner energy to heaven and earth, wanting to know the cause of his sudden whim.

Although I am wearing a Taoist robe, I am not a real Taoist priest. I have experienced so many worlds and have never learned fortune telling. I only read a few photo books such as Plum Blossom Counting before traveling through time. I don’t know if it has any effect...

The sky quickly darkened, and the stars in the sky fell from high places, bringing dim light. The strange thing was that after such a long time, there was still no wild beast approaching here.

They all seem to have become docile, preferring to eat grass hungry rather than covet the "food" here...

Lying among the corpses lying on the ground, Zhao Fang unconsciously moved his fingers, his consciousness began to return, and his eyelids trembled.

As his nose fluttered, he smelled the smell of blood that could not be dissipated for a while. He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with his hands on his hands.

"This……"

Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, as cold as stone under the silent night sky. Even if he was used to seeing corpses, Zhao Fang could not help but shudder.

Did he actually get up from the dead?Who killed them?
Zhao Fang took a step back and hit the rut behind him. Then he remembered from his messy thoughts that the Imperial Master's carriage encountered a bandit. He fought hard but lost consciousness at some point...

Thinking of this, he quickly climbed onto the carriage, looked at the silent carriage compartment, and swallowed unconsciously.

"I hope the worst outcome won't happen..."

Stretching out his head was a knife, and shrinking his head was also a knife. Zhao Fang gritted his teeth and suddenly opened the door curtain. Although it was dark inside the carriage, two figures could be vaguely seen through the starlight.

"National Master? Are you okay?"

Zhao Fang moved his feet and stretched out his hand to detect Yi Buhuo's breath, but there was a force blocking the door, making him unable to get within three feet of him.

"What kind of power is this? Could it be..."

As if he thought of something bad, cold sweat broke out on Zhao Fang's forehead and he shrank down.

Although he is a hero who has been on the battlefield, he still has a reverence for the theory of ghosts and gods. Plus there are corpses all around, it is inevitable that he will think of some gods and ghosts.

"The Imperial Master is a man with real abilities. Can he really exorcise evil spirits and control ghosts?"

Zhao Fang tried again, using a lot of force, but still couldn't break through this invisible but tangible "wall".

"Were these people killed by the Imperial Master? Are they taking a rest because they consumed too much?"

Knowing that he could not kill so many people with his own abilities, Zhao Fang could only attribute everything to the mysterious national master Yi Buhuo.

If you don’t have abilities that are beyond ordinary people, you will never become His Majesty’s guest and ascend the throne of the National Preceptor...

After convincing himself, Zhao Fang did not continue to try to get closer, but jumped off the carriage and stood aside to protect him.

When the cold wind blew in the mountains, the leaves rustled, and accompanied by the silent pressure, Zhao Fang couldn't help but feel a little chilled. Especially in this scene, he always felt that someone among the corpses around him was secretly watching him.

"Don't think so much. Everything will stop after death. Don't scare yourself. Let's take advantage of this time to heal first."

Zhao Fang still remembered that he was slashed twice on his body before he fell into coma. He lowered his head and groped around on his body, but there was no trace at all.

If it weren't for the two tears on his clothes that were covered in coagulated blood, he almost thought he had remembered it wrong.

"What about my injury?"

"I still remember the heart-piercing pain. It's definitely not an illusion..."

Everything that happened today was so weird that Zhao Fang couldn't bear it. He subconsciously staggered a few steps and almost sat down on the ground, his face turned pale.

"Ouch..."

Something seemed to have been stepped on under his feet, and a scream rang out. Zhao Fang, who had become a frightened bird, trembled all over and jumped three feet high, with his hands guarding his chest, ready to take action at any time.

"Who stepped on my hand!"

The strong man who had fainted from exhaustion was awakened by the severe pain, humming and wailing softly.

When Zhao Fang came back to his senses, he saw that the sound was coming from his feet. He reached out and picked up a knife on the ground and approached it carefully before seeing who it was.

"you are still alive?"

The strong man raised his head slightly and saw Zhao Fang's pale face. The strong man's face turned green after being frightened by him.

This god of death is still alive?

"Hero, I was wrong. If you want to kill me, please give me pleasure. Stop torturing me."

"What the hell happened here?"

"You do not know?"

The strong man was stunned, but when he saw the steel knife still shining with cold light in his hand, and the devilish face that he might never forget in his next life, he did not hold anything back and told everything Zhao Fang had done. .

The process was so bizarre that Zhao Fang, the person involved, froze in disbelief. Did he kill these people himself?
"Something is really going to happen..."

Yi Buhuo opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

I thought I had completely changed the fate of Yi Xiaochuan and Gao Yao, but now it seems that the future is full of variables, some of my actions have begun to be reversed, and what will happen in the near future seems inevitable.

The heavenly senses and his half-baked hexagrams made him finally get a glimpse of some heavenly secrets after thinking about it for a long time.

"I will explain why you are coming to this world of low martial arts when you are already invincible in the world. That's it!"

The original joke finally came true. He really embarked on the road to becoming an immortal, and finally encountered the most difficult thing.

An unavoidable problem!
Fate!

As a modern person, he does not believe in fate, but this is not the world where feudal superstition has been overthrown, but a fictional world in memory!

There is no way around it or to avoid it. It can even be said to be the underlying logic. Everything is just two words.

script!

It turns out that he has experienced the world of martial arts, where force is the most important thing, and whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak. He happens to be very powerful and can change things he doesn't like according to his own ideas.

But this world is different from all the worlds he has experienced before.

It seems that he is not strong in force and he can do whatever he wants, but in fact everything has been decided for a long time!
If he saves Gao Yao, the world will be without Zhao Gao, and the original history will collapse. Then there will be holes in the world and it will no longer be complete.

"But I have obviously killed Liu Bang, so I can't really kill the wrong person, right?"

What Yi Buhuo struggled with the most was this. He couldn't have killed the wrong person. Liu Bang was not a big shot now. It was when he was most vulnerable that no one had enough time to pretend to be him.

But since he died, the world would have been unable to form a closed loop and would have collapsed long ago. Why didn't anything happen?

Is there anything else he has overlooked?

The biggest abnormality is when everything is normal. This proves that the trend of history will eventually go in the original direction, and what should happen will still happen.

Everything Yi Buhuo did was in vain...

"I still don't believe it. With me following Gao Yao every step of the way, can he really become Zhao Gao?"

Since he couldn't figure it out for the moment, he didn't want to get into trouble. With his current strength and ability, no matter what happened, he was confident that he could use his troops to cover up any obstacles!
It's just a good idea to use this world as an experiment. If fate really can't be broken, then his path may end here.

Tragedy would happen no matter what, so his mentality collapsed. He just found a cliff and jumped off to his death, so as not to be tortured.

"Zhao Fang, leave here first."

"Master, are you awake?"

Zhao Fang, who was doubting himself outside, was startled when he heard his sudden voice. Then he was overjoyed. After saying yes, he jumped into the carriage and grabbed the reins to set off.

He couldn't stand the smell of blood here for a long time. If he hadn't been afraid of disturbing Yi Buhuo, he wouldn't have waited until now. He wished he could drive directly to Pei County now.

(End of this chapter)