Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 684 Chu Pingsheng: Your Wutong Garden is a brothel!
After Chu Pingsheng finished speaking, he stepped forward with a knife in his hand, not taking the threat from the three of them seriously at all. The maid who changed her name from Hongshe to Hongshu took two steps back, pulled the stubborn Green Ant, and nodded to the Blue Bird in the fluttering white skirt.

A flash of pink and green appeared under the skirt of the female assassin who had forced Shu Xiu to retreat in Tingchao Pavilion. She put two fingers together, and using the beams of the corridor as leverage, she increased her speed by three points and went straight to the Tanzhong point on Chu Pingsheng's chest, using her fingers as a gun that would take his life.

Chu Pingsheng's expression and posture did not change. When the gun was less than a foot away from his chest, he moved his Shanshui shoes and stepped on Tianze shoes. The oil paper package of the braised beef and the beads near the handle of the knife swung, and he avoided the pointing gun. Like a drunkard who lost his foot, he horizontalized his upper body and straightened his lower body. With a "puff" sound, the blue bird flew backwards, and the man spat out two mouthfuls of blood in the air. He hit the big red roof pillar heavily, shaking the whole corridor. It can be seen how hard the kick was.

"I've been getting a lot of girls lately, but my patience is running out."

Chu Pingsheng continued to walk forward. When he passed by the seriously injured female warrior, he didn't even look at her. "If there is no master to regulate the qi within an incense stick, you will die. Even if there is, you will never have children in this life."

"stop."

"Xu Xiao? You see, this is the downside of having a big house. If you walk a little slower, I will kill all your son's maids. No, do you think that Jiang Ni is a maid? If she is a maid, I will kill her without mercy. But if she is a princess, should I kill her after I have had enough fun with her, or should I keep her by my side as a concubine and give your son a green hat?"

Chu Pingsheng turned around slowly and looked at King Beiliang, whose forehead was covered with wrinkles so deep that they could hold a book.

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

The low-key butler stood behind him, with his head lowered and his eyes pleasing to the eye, extremely respectful. On his right were two lieutenant generals with vigorous blood and bulging temples.

"One, two, three, four. Second-rank junior master. With you and the other four, this Blue Bird's martial arts skills are even higher. The Beiliang Palace is truly full of hidden talents. Their strength is astonishing... I am very happy."

Xu Xiao didn't see the scene where he kicked Blue Bird to pieces, but his braised beef didn't spill, the beads on the knife didn't fall off, and the blood from the servant's head in his hand accumulated on the ground. What does this mean? He barely moved, and Blue Bird was broken.

"You hide your strength?"

"I do not have."

Chu Pingsheng swore: "Thanks to you and Shu Xiu, I was able to attain enlightenment."

Xu Xiao narrowed his eyes, obviously not believing his words. As Qingniao was a death warrior who protected his son, he knew better than anyone how skilled Qingniao was in martial arts. Just look at the way he was lying on the ground and vomiting blood. What this Lin said was true. If no one came to regulate his qi and heal his wounds within an incense stick of time, he would surely die.

"Where is the trust between people? Where has it gone?" Chu Pingsheng brushed away the hair on his temples that was constantly fluttering in the night wind, as if he could not bear it. He then held the murderous knife horizontally, and a strand of black hair flew away. He then breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a lot more open-minded.

"Look, I prepared your son's favorite braised beef in soy sauce." He lifted the oil paper bag in his hand.

"Look, I asked for a string of Buddhist beads for the women in the palace. When they are sold to brothels as slaves, whoever holds this string of beads will be spared from death. Of course, this also includes your two daughters. What are their names? Xu Weixiong? Xu Zhihu?" He shook the beads on the knife.

"And these two heads are for them."

With a plop, the heads of the two blind servants were thrown out of the corridor and fell into the pond full of beautiful white lotuses. The bloody smell attracted dozens of koi carps of all sizes, which tore off the bloody flesh one bite at a time. The lanterns hanging in the corridor illuminated the human heads floating in the water, which was quite terrifying.

"Look, I even remembered the koi in the pond outside Wutong Garden. I brought gifts with good intentions, but they refused to let me in. Xu Xiao, you tell me... shouldn't I be angry?"

He talked like a guest, but no one really took him as a guest.

There is a small pond in the middle of the corridor, in which are some koi carps that turn over to dry their bellies on sunny days, and a few white lotus flowers. The edge of the pond is covered with a thick layer of pebbles. Every summer, sweet potatoes in red clothes, green ants in green shirts, cucumbers in yellow skirts, and ginger mud with money in his eyes will step on the pebbles barefoot and have fun in the water, filling the whole courtyard with laughter.

However, at this moment, accompanied by a whooshing sound, one, two, three, four... dozens of pebbles were sucked in front of him and fell on the corridor floor stained red by heads. He touched his sleeves again and took out a black porcelain pot that was only half the size of his palm. He put a rope through the lid and tied it to the handle as if he was afraid that the lid would be thrown away. He tilted the spout slightly, and black oil poured on the pebbles. The wind blew, bringing with it a burst of fresh fragrance of the sauce.

"I'll keep half of it. This one is too salty." He shook the porcelain pot and stuffed it into the sleeves of his prison uniform several times. Then he said stealthily, carefully, like a thief: "I got the braised beef from the shop. I didn't pay for it."

rustling rustling...

The crown of the osmanthus tree outside the wall shook, and a handful of osmanthus flowers fell into his palm. With a gentle twist, they turned into gold powder and fell on the pebbles. Human blood was bright red, soy sauce was black, and the osmanthus outside the wall was yellow.

Xu Xiao didn't know what he meant, he just felt like he had met a madman.

"You are ignorant."

Chu Pingsheng seemed to be able to see through his thoughts: "The mountains are dark blue in the distance, the moon is long, the evening clouds and autumn shadows dip into Xiaoxiang, the drunk soul should pursue the dream of Lingbo, and let the west wind cool this night. This Hunan dish is a gift prepared for Huang Zhentu. Since he has chosen to be a dog, he should behave like a dog. Let him lick it himself and go back to the house to drink."

He ignored Xu Xiao's emotions that were on the verge of exploding, and dug into the sleeves of his prison uniform again. This time, he took a lot of effort to pull out the thin-bodied white porcelain wine pot that had been warmed by the girl's body and painted with a picture of a beautiful woman enjoying the cool night. "Here, this is for you. The flower wine that the girl from Zijinlou warmed with her body is still a little hot. It's a small token of my appreciation as a guest. I think your damn wife won't mind."

Chu Pingsheng flicked his hand lightly, and the wine jug flew towards Xu Xiao, who was wearing a purple official robe.

He could severely injure Qingniao, curse Xu Weixiong and Xu Zhihu, and humiliate Lao Huang, but he could not despise his wife Wu Su. "Humph!"

Xu Xiao was furious, and swung his sleeves violently. A strong force came out from under his robe and smashed the wine pot into pieces, splashing water everywhere. The rich aroma of wine filled the corridor, and the drunken wind and the moon were touching.

"It's a shame that such a good wine has been sealed for ten years..."

Pfft!
As he muttered "what a pity", the butler Shen with a sparse beard behind Xu Xiao fell to his knees, holding his throat. Blood gushed out from between his fingers and it was obvious that he was not going to survive.

"My Lord..."

Xu Xiao looked back in shock, and his anger towards Lin Tanhua for disrespecting the princess instantly disappeared, because Steward Shen's martial arts skills were not much lower than his, and he was also at the level of a second-grade junior grandmaster. He had no idea how the person died.

tread, tread, tread...

Slow but firm footsteps could be heard in the darkness. The swaying light from the lantern outlined a somewhat hunched figure. His upper body looked a little bloated because he was carrying a sword case on his shoulders. His hands were also bloated, and his legs were a little bloated because his sleeves were rolled up. The candlelight flickered, and occasionally drops of water dripped from the edge of the sword case, hitting the ground where he was stepping.

Old Huang, the groom of Beiliang Palace, came here because he couldn't stand the loneliness.

"My Lord, leave this to me."

Lao Huang is quite reliable, whether he is a groom or a dog in the palace, although he looks unreliable with his pointed face, monkey cheeks and small eyes.

"do not."

Chu Pingsheng laughed and said, "I don't want to kill anyone anymore."

Xu Xiao said, "Do you think that since you don't want to kill anyone, you can just forget about what happened today?"

"Yes, the fortune teller told me that my lucky number is nine. I killed nine people today, so it would be unlucky to kill one more. I have to make it ninety-nine. Well, I must kill Jian Jiuhuang, because his name contains the word 'nine'. But I don't want to kill him today. I'd rather do it on Double Ninth Festival. I'm very superstitious."

Xu Xiao tilted his head slightly and asked Jian Jiuhuang in a low voice: "Can you tell how deep he is?"

"At least first rank...Zhixuan."

First grade, or refers to Xuan?

Martial arts in the current world are divided into nine grades. The second grade and below are not mentioned. Those who can reach the second grade are called junior masters and are qualified to establish a sect in the world. The first grade is divided into four sub-levels: Vajra, Finger Mystery, Celestial Phenomenon, and Land Immortal.

For example, Buddhist disciples who focus on strengthening their bodies will reach the Vajra Realm after entering the first rank. Taoist disciples who focus on calculating the secrets of heaven and understanding the esoteric arts will reach the Mysterious Realm after entering the first rank. Confucian scholars who are well-versed in the classics and have a righteous aura that can resonate with heaven and earth will reach the Celestial Realm after entering the first rank.

Unlike the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, the top martial artists in the martial arts world, after being promoted to the first rank, will practice in the three realms together and finally become immortals on land. Therefore, the fighting power of martial artists in the martial arts world is much stronger than that of disciples of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism who are masters of the same realm of Zhixuan and Tianxiang.

Xu Xiao thought that it was no wonder that Blue Bird was defeated and Butler Shen died inexplicably. Since he was a master of Zhixuan, then it was normal.

"What are the chances of winning?"

"do not know."

Xu Xiao's heart was pounding, and he couldn't control his right eye and squeezed it slightly.

Jump right eye jump Choi disaster.

When Lin Qing assassinated Xu Fengnian, he was at most a third-grade martial artist. How could he become a first-grade Zhixuan after being locked up in the dungeon for a few days? Deliberately hiding his strength? What was his motive for doing so? Just like what I said just now, enlightenment? No matter how powerful the enlightenment is, it can't jump three levels in a row, to the level of Zhixuan, let alone the Zhixuan that even Lao Huang was not absolutely sure of defeating.

"What do you want?"

"In fact, I am a reasonable person. Look, I am a top scholar in the imperial court and an upright scholar. It is okay for me to call you a traitor and an old dog, right? Because it is customary for emperors to kill meritorious officials and powerful officials after gaining the country or ascending the throne, not to mention a king of a different surname like you. Since you were willing to be a dog of the Zhao family and believed that only by unifying the world by Li Yang could the people live in peace and prosperity, the death of your entire family is also retribution from heaven. You will definitely not be willing to hand over Beiliang. If you are forced to do so, you will always lead 300,000 cavalry south and trample Tai'an City. As long as there is a war, the people will not be able to live and work in peace. The dragon slayer of the past is the evil dragon of today. What is the difference between your Beiliang and Xichu? It is not wrong to call you a traitor and an old dog."

"Look, I just said two truths. I want to kill your son Xu Fengnian, and use the death of one person to exchange for your Xu family's peaceful exit, and the world will have a hundred years of peace. This is what a so-called national hero is. For someone like me, you made me live in a dungeon for several days. Isn't it too much? Then I must balance the treatment. The most comfortable place in Beiliang Palace is your room, but I don't like it. First, you are too plain and you always think about your dead wife. It's not good. Second, when people get old, they smell, which I don't like. So after thinking about it, Xu Fengnian's Wutong Garden is the best choice."

"Oh, and please return Miss Fan who was snatched away from me to me. It's not Shuxiu, it's not Shuxiu, it's not Shuxiu, important things should be said three times. Okay, let's do this for now, these satisfy me, and then we can talk openly about how to deal with the aftermath. If you can't satisfy me...if you can't satisfy me, I will give you more time to satisfy me. Finally, a kind reminder, my lucky number is nine, ninety-nine, nine hundred and nine...the more nines there are, the luckier I am."

(End of this chapter)