Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 439 Are you shocked? I am really an immortal!

Sean looked at his good son Uesugi Tiger who was standing guard outside the cabin with a broad-bladed gun and said, "North, east, west, there are still many places I can go."

"Are you willing to do that?"

Chu Pingsheng stood up and took two steps. The floor creaked due to disrepair, and it rose and fell when he stepped on it, as if it would collapse at any time and fall into the dry river below.

Sean glanced at him sideways and said nothing.

"I don't believe that you have no resentment in your heart after being locked up in a dungeon without seeing the sun for twenty years by Chen Pingping. If... I give you a chance for revenge, will you seize it firmly?"

"Fan Xian said that Chen Pingping has been kicked out of the Overwatch Council by you."

"Once you have used a dog, you will not abandon it unless you have no other choice."

"You mean, the Emperor of Qing has not given up on Chen Pingping?"

"Don't you think that Fei Jie in the open and Chen Pingping in the dark will be more helpful to Li Yunqian's plan?"

Sean said, "What do I need to pay?"

"Be my dog." Chu Pingsheng had no intention of trying to cover up his inner thoughts: "People beating dogs may make people feel relieved, but it's boring. Dogs biting dogs is more interesting."

Sean's eyes narrowed wider and wider, finally becoming a slit. He was angry at Chu Pingsheng's honesty, shocked at his honesty, and also a little bit of admiration and gratitude.

"What if I say no?"

Chu Pingsheng seemed not to hear his "if".

"Maybe you can even find your grandson in the process."

"..."

Sean hesitated for a moment, then glanced at his adopted son outside: "I'm curious, how did you convince him to bring you to see me?"

Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly: "As for dogs, you can feed them well, and you can even reason with them, but if the target is a lion, tiger or leopard, chains, knives and guns are better."

Sean understood, leaned back, looked at his old and withered hands and said, "But I'm old, a weak old dog, even a chicken bone can hurt my teeth."

The twenty years that Chen Pingping locked him up in the dungeon of the Overwatch Council were not just a simple imprisonment. In order to force him to reveal the secrets of the temple, all kinds of torture were used. Later, an iron chain was pierced through his collarbone. People from the three offices also poisoned his tendons and veins all year round. This is why the former ninth-rank master has now fallen to the point where even Fan Xian cannot beat him.

"The Xinliu Bookstore, founded by your brother's students, has published a book called 'Three Hundred Song Poems', which includes a poem by Su Dongpo. There is a line in it that goes like this: 'Who says life will never be young again? The water in front of the door can still flow west.'"

After he finished speaking, a black light flashed, and a wound appeared on his palm. Blood dripped down, drop by drop into the coarse porcelain bowl on the wooden table, dyeing the little remaining wine red.

"You...you actually know..."

"Do you know that Zhuang Mohan is your brother?"

Chu Pingsheng said, "At the Four Kingdoms Banquet a few days ago, he told me that if I had the chance to go north to Qi capital, I would definitely visit his house. In a few days, I have a favor to ask that old man for. In exchange, maybe I can help him live a few more years."

After saying this, the blood stopped dripping.

Sean looked at the coarse porcelain bowl, then at the hand in front of him, and made a discovery that made his scalp tingle. The one-inch cut had actually healed, and the skin was so smooth and flat that it seemed as if it had never been cut at all.

"Drink it."

Chu Pingsheng tapped the wooden table.

"Is this some kind of ritual of your tribe?" Sean was just surprised at his inhuman recovery ability and didn't think much about it.

Chu Pingsheng said nothing, just looked at him.

"Okay, I'll drink."

At this point, what does he have to be afraid of? As long as Chu Pingsheng keeps his word, he will dare to drink it even if it is poison.

Sean picked up the rough porcelain bowl with a rough edge and drank the blood-stained wine in one gulp.

Chu Pingsheng said: "Next, it's time for you to show your strengths."

"Specialties? What do you mean?"

"Chen Pingping is the spy chief, and you are also the spy chief. He has people from the Supervisory Council to use, so how can you not have people to use? What do you think of... the Northern Qi Jinyiwei? There should be many people who inherit their father's business. If I give you two months, can you use them as you wish?"

Chu Pingsheng whispered a few words in his ear again: "..."

"!!!!!!"

Sean's hand holding the coarse porcelain bowl shook, and the bowl fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

At this moment, he felt a heat rising from his abdomen, like a torrent rushing through his decayed and atrophied meridians, and the Qi in his Dantian began to run wildly. Shangshan Hu heard the noise in the house and rushed in to see what was happening. He was anxious and hugged his foster father who was half-kneeling on the ground, staring at Chu Pingsheng angrily: "What did you do to him?"

Sean endured the discomfort and made a gesture to stop him from speaking. He gasped for a moment with a sweat on his head, coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and then shook his body and waved his hands violently. Two streams of foul-smelling poisonous gas that looked like smoke and fog were forced out from his fingertips.

Uesugi Tora saw an incredibly magical scene.

The shrunken and dull meridians at Sean's wrists began to swell, revealing a bright glow, and the skin on his hands seemed to become a dozen years younger, turning from dry and withered to tight and plump. His aura also rose steadily, and his body was flowing with the vigorous energy and blood of a ninth-grade master.

After a cup of tea, the swollen meridians on Sean's body slowly shrank, and his momentum slowly declined, but Uesugi Tiger knew that this was a state of returning to nature and restraining his edge.

"Godfather, have your powers...recovered?"

Uesugi Tora was overjoyed, his eyes lit up and his eyebrows almost flew up.

"Well, recovered."

Sean replied to his adopted son and looked at Chu Pingsheng who picked up the broken pieces of the rough porcelain bowl and threw them into the river through the propped up window.

"Your blood..."

He raised his hand to stop Sean from speaking.

"Are you confident now that you can deal with Chen Pingping and the Supervisory Commission?"

"The enemy who killed my entire family and imprisoned me for twenty years... I will make sure he neither wishes to live nor to die."

"Then it depends on your performance."

Chu Pingsheng glanced at the father and son, pushed open the door and walked out. The sound of him going downstairs could be heard just a moment ago, but when Uesugi Hu chased him out, he was gone.

"Godfather, what is going on?"

Xiao En shook his head and did not tell his adopted son Chu Pingsheng's secret: "Come into the house, I have something to tell you."

The two returned to the cabin.

Ten breaths later.

"What? He actually wants to..."

……

Another day passed, until the evening, when the people from the East Office delivered the news that all the people sent to follow Uesugi Tora and Chu Pingsheng had been killed to the Jinyiwei Yamen.

One centurion, two general flags, five small flags, and sixteen strong men, not a single one was left alive, all died.

In comparison, Fan Xian and Wang Qinian could almost be said to be modest gentlemen. At most, they used some tricks to shake off the people who were following them, but they never used swords.

Shen Zhong was also very distressed about Si Lili's entry into the palace, because the nanny from the Empress Dowager's side let slip an important piece of information last night, which was that the Empress Dowager saw that the Emperor liked Si Lili very much and wanted to let her enter the palace as a concubine.

Chu Pingsheng didn't know what he was planning with Uesugi Tora, and Si Lili was very close to Chu Pingsheng. If things were not handled properly, there would be a big mess.

He was racking his brains over state affairs, but who would have thought that just one night later, the next morning, his confidant brought him an extremely urgent piece of information - his sister Shen Wan'er was kidnapped by Fan Xian.

This was really a case of "misfortunes never come singly". He had no choice but to put aside his official duties and lead his men to the manor where Yan Bingyun was imprisoned. However, when he arrived at the destination, he found that his beloved sister had volunteered to be a hostage and was determined to save the Nanqing spy Yan Bingyun even at her own risk.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, Haitang Duoduo arrived and brought the emperor and the empress dowager's order, asking him to release the people.

Shen Zhong had no choice but to let Fan Xian and Yan Bingyun get on the carriage and leave the manor.

He couldn't understand the Queen Mother's attitude towards Si Lili, and her attitude towards Yan Bingyun was even more difficult to understand. It was agreed to be one for two, and Qing Kingdom sent Si Lili, so why did they just release Yan Bingyun? You know, he hasn't yet got the list of the Nanqing spies hiding in Shanghai.

Shen Zhong was not convinced, so one day he went to the palace to meet the empress dowager and inquired about the matter. The empress dowager's answer was that Sean was no longer the same Sean as before. His fighting power had greatly decreased, and his influence on the court was minimal, so he could not make any waves. As for Si Lili's matter, she had asked someone to do it deliberately to see how Chu Pingsheng would react to the matter. The Nanqing delegation had entered Shangjing City for several days, but that guy had been making excuses for illness and refused to enter the palace to see them mother and son. They had to find a way to teach him a lesson.

……

At the same time, Chu Pingsheng came to Zhuang Mohan's house.

Although he was called a leader in the literary world, his house was actually quite shabby. There were only two courtyards and seven or eight rooms, more than half of which were filled with books, including ancient bamboo slips preserved in cloth bags and Northern Wei court historical materials placed in exquisite wooden boxes. In the easternmost room of the second courtyard, there were many stone carvings and bone armors that looked like ghostly drawings, which were said to be ancient characters.

What the hell is ancient writing?

Thinking about the military museum in the Arctic, Chu Pingsheng was speechless.

When the servant led him into the house, Zhuang Mohan was wrapped in a blanket and bent over his desk, writing furiously. After all, he was old and had never practiced martial arts. Earlier, he had accompanied the Northern Qi delegation to the Kingdom of Qing and had dressed up deliberately to act spiritedly. Now that he was back home, he no longer cared about his image. He was hunched over, his temples were white, and he looked several years older.

"Mr. Zhuang, it's been a while since we last met at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. How are you?"

(End of this chapter)