Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 489: Tu Qiongdagger

"What do you think martial arts is?"

On the martial arts field, the King of Han stood in front of the wooden figure holding a short sword and asked Zhou Li calmly behind him.

"win."

Zhou Li uttered one word briefly.

"wrong."

The King of Han wore a black python robe and said coldly: "It's victory."

"...Are you making a joke with me?"

The dead Zhou Li was speechless.

"Do not."

King Han asked with a cold face.

"Okay, I've used one, two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... more than ten times."

"..."

"Don't worry about it."

Turning around, King Han raised his short sword and said calmly: "If I am your enemy now, how should you deal with it in martial arts?"

After a brief pause, the King of Han seemed not to have heard, and said: "The so-called martial arts means everything that can be obtained by following the way of martial arts. Just like now, if I point a knife at you in an upright manner, you will not be able to deal with it. My martial arts It will destroy all your defenses."

"Martial arts..."

Zhou Li came over happily and said with a smile, "Isn't this a habit? Habits become natural, you know."

"Why do you ask this?"

Zhou Li pondered for a moment, and after thinking about the "martial arts" of his life, he said resolutely:
"I don't follow martial arts."

Looking at the lime in Zhou Li's hand that was ready to go, Han Wang, who was originally in an offensive posture, slowly raised the knife to his chest, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Zhou Li said solemnly: "I am a gentleman. Such trivial tricks are just a joke between friends. I usually fight the enemy openly and honestly."

Tang Wan's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Tell me the truth, how much lime do you put on it in daily life?"

Damn it, Sword Tomb.

King Han touched his chin and asked doubtfully: "Is it ninety times or nine and ten times?"

Zhou Li grabbed a handful of lime and asked calmly: "Are you sure?"

"I have taught you two military martial arts for self-defense. You are here to discuss your lime martial arts with me. What should I do?"

"Your pause between nine and ten is very suspicious..."

"Learn, definitely learn."

The King of Han threw the dagger directly onto the shelf and said angrily: "Are you going to learn?"

Zhou Li laughed and fished in troubled waters.

"I didn't mean to fight fair and square."

The King of Han sighed and said: "I am also a soldier. I was able to use all kinds of insidious tricks on the battlefield. But things like lime are always external things. It is best not to rely too much on it."

"Gold juice?"

"You are a bit hurtful to Tianhe."

The King of Han said politely.

"So, His Highness the King of Han called me here today not just for martial arts training." Zhou Li sat on a stone chair nearby, took the kettle handed to him by Tang Wan, and drank the chili and white sugar water in one gulp.

"I do have something to do with you."

The King of Han sat down on the stone chair next to Zhou Li, looked at it, and took a cushion to cushion himself. After doing all this, he looked at Zhou Li, who was red-faced and ready to beat Tang Wan, and said:
"Do you know about Zoroastrianism?"

"The Epileptic Fire Cult?"

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment.

"It's pretty much the same."

Waving his hand, King Han continued: "They are all a group of people who play with fire and piss on the kang anyway. It doesn't matter what you call them."

"What happened to them?"

Zhou Li asked.

"The two of us will open the skylight and speak openly today."

The King of Han grinned. He was always carefree and had no airs. He directly hugged Zhou Li over, pressed his shoulders and said, "There are a lot of their shadows in the bad things I have done these days."

"Ok?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and asked with a half-smile: "His Royal Highness, the King of Han, as far as I know, the Zoroastrian Cult is not the right way in our Ming Dynasty."

"I know what you want to say."

Patting Zhou Li's shoulder vigorously, the King of Han said without any concealment: "The Ming Law stipulates that all sects and religions must report to the court once they form a large scale. Since the establishment of Zoroastrianism, let alone reporting, even They refused to even say hello to the court. Moreover, this group of people often burned people in public. Although most of them were evil people, they still flouted the laws of the Ming Dynasty. In a sense, Zoroastrianism is a cult. "

"In that case, what do you mean, Your Highness, King Han?"

Zhou Li asked tentatively.

"It doesn't matter."

The King of Han stepped on the stone table with his horse, held his head in his hands, and leaned back unsteadily. He looked at the white clouds in the sky and said nonchalantly:

"Don't look at these lunatics of the Zoroastrian Cult and talk about them all day long, but once you find something in common with them, they will treat you with all their heart. When I was traveling in the Western Mountains, I killed a dog wearing a yellow coat. The skinned wolf, these people who played with fire treated me as a guest after they found out about it. These people who played with fire did their best to induce the golden snake to become an immortal. Of course, they are not that simple. "

Stretching out his hand and throwing a piece of silver engraved with a strange crest to Zhou Li, King Han said casually: "This thing was given to me by the Zoroastrian Cult. They call it [Ember Thing]. If you see this group of people , you can show this thing and mobilize the local Zoroastrian believers. Of course, this thing will be consumed. I have already used it once and there are two more opportunities. Please be careful."

"So expensive?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't this bad?"

Looking at Zhou Li who stuffed the iron sheet into the small bag in his crotch, King Han was speechless. He waved his hand and said, "I can return a favor to you. The establishment of the Youkai Relations Department is a great contribution, and you gave it all to Qianyun, which surprised me. My eldest brother had prepared to carve jade for Qianyun a few days ago. "Die, those idiots in the imperial court have finally shut up their bad mouths."

"This can't be considered a favor."

Zhou Li said with a smile: "Your Highness, King of Han, this matter itself is the way out that I have planned for Qianyun. Our friendship with Qianyun does not end there."

"The friendship is her own, and the favor is owed to me."

The King of Han glanced at Zhou Li, sneered and said, "You kid, don't you just want me to owe you a bigger favor? Okay, what I, Zhu Gaoxu, hate the most is owing favors to others, so you kid has caught me."

Shaking his hand, a simple light black dagger appeared in King Han's hand. After signaling, King Han said to Zhou Li: "I bought this thing from an old Taoist priest before. It cuts iron like clay. The most important thing is that this thing has a special characteristic."

King Han pressed a gem on the dagger, and the next second, as if a trace was drawn in the space, a tiny space of about one cubic meter appeared in front of Zhou Li.

"It can tear open a scratch in space, and it can both hide things and hide itself."

The King of Han drew the dagger inward, and the dagger disappeared into a piece of yellow paper in his hand. Throwing the yellow paper to Zhou Li, the King of Han said calmly:

"If it weren't for this ability, Jing Ke would not even be able to touch the steps of the First Emperor."

"This thing is like a dagger."

(End of this chapter)