Dao Fruit

Hearing this, before Gong Yangyi could react, a strong gust of wind hit him, and the white jade color in his field of vision quickly grew in size!

Shocked in his heart, he stopped and subconsciously raised his hands to protect his face, with a panic look on his face.

stop!

The white jade paperweight stopped when it was about to hit Gong Yangyi's face. The air flow it brought still made the middle-aged scholar's hair flutter. His widened eyes reflected the slender paperweight, and his Adam's apple slid.

"Isn't he this person?" Seeing Gong Yangyi's reaction and feeling the emotional fluctuations emanating from him, Qiu Yan frowned, "Prince Yan was being used as a spearman. In order to ensure control, he interfered from the air with his magical powers alone. Definitely not. After all, someone will be sent to monitor, and the status of this person will not be too low, nor can it be too high..."

At this moment, the figures of Zong Heng, Gong Yangyi, Crow Taoist and others flashed in Qiu Yan's mind.

Bang!

Gong Yangyi sat down on the ground with no grace at all, then turned around and ran out on his hands and feet.

"Want to run? You can, but you have to leave something behind."

After Qiu Yan finished speaking, the white jade paperweight shook, and was forced by his martial arts will to emit waves that enveloped Gong Yangyi, penetrated into the soul, and precipitated knowledge and memories!

"No! Don't!" As a confidant of King Yan, Gong Yangyi knew a lot of secrets. He cooperated with the current game and knew the effectiveness of Wenzong's paperweight. Therefore, he felt that the memory of articles and knowledge in his soul were settling and peeling off. , his face changed drastically, he couldn't help but howl, with a pleading look on his face.

"If you are scared yourself, why do you want to be an accomplice? If things don't happen to you, you won't feel it personally after all, and you can't wake up." Qiu Yan was unmoved at all. He flicked his fingers to activate the paperweight. In a few clicks, So I extracted Gong Yangyi’s literary memory.

Subsequently. Gong Yangyi's face was stagnant, his face was ashen, and he collapsed to the ground with a lost look, not even thinking about escaping.

Glancing at the white jade paperweight, Qiu Yan caught the change inside: "You, as a royal staff member, are still very capable. Your literary talent and knowledge are quite extraordinary. It's a pity that you have done something wrong, and you will have to get retribution in the end, even if it shouldn't be on me, Qiu Yan. . It has to be shaped by the hands of others. Moreover, even if you can escape for a lifetime, you will still not be able to escape justice after death."

Having said this, he turned to look at King Yan again.

The prince was covering his face with his hands, blood was pouring from the seam of his hands, and half of his cheek was sunken. He was rolling on the ground in pain, but his eyes were fixed on Qiu Yan, showing strong resentment.

"Sir, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to deal with it this way." Seeing this scene. Qiu Yan felt very uneasy.

Dai Guo also forced himself to calm down at this time, looked at the scene in the room, gritted his teeth and said: "Young master, you will be offended anyway. Why don't you just stop and kill them all! Save the trouble!"

As soon as he said this, no matter he was a master of fate cultivation who had his kung fu disabled. Gong Yangyi was still in a state of despair. Even King Yan, who was writhing in pain, suddenly paused with fear on his face.

No matter how nice King Yan's words are, he is ultimately trying to save his life. If he dies, even if the murderer is counterattacked by Longting's luck and is riddled with misfortune, making it difficult to move in Dali, it will be nothing more than that. He is already dead, so what? Can you be willing?

Qiu Yan shook his head: "For these people, death is a kind of relief. If they commit such crimes, they should pay the price and suffer the consequences. However, it is always not good to be offended like this..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the blood on King Yan's face, flying up and condensing in mid-air. Then he flicked his fingers, separated out a few fragments of the inner demon, and injected a ball of blood to form a red pill.

With a flick of his finger, the red pill shot out and poured directly into King Yan's mouth.

"Cough cough cough!" King Yan coughed violently, swallowed, and felt warmth spreading in his body. The wounds on his face and the sunken cheeks quickly recovered, and the pain subsided.

But he didn't feel at all at ease in his heart. Instead, he became more and more worried. Without waiting for the wound to recover, he hurriedly asked: "What did you feed me? Do you want to use witchcraft to coerce me?"

He had heard some things and knew that monks had many means of restricting others and controlling their behavior.

Qiu Yanli ignored them, greeted Hu Qi and the others, and walked out.

"Stop! Explain the matter clearly!" King Yan's wounds have recovered as before, but the pain and shame of being hit on the face are still deep in his heart, and he is even more concerned about the effectiveness of the red pills he swallowed, and besides, it robs people of humanistic thinking. The matter was discovered by Qiu Yan, and it was very likely to be leaked, plus the white jade paperweight.

With all these things put together, it was impossible for King Yan to let Qiu Yan leave no matter what.

"You are disrespectful to me by hurting me. As long as you break the rules, you will be punished immediately!" He thought clearly. He knew that Qiu Yan really wanted to take the imperial examination and would not hurt his own life. He felt confident.

Qiu Yan was not annoyed after hearing this, and turned around and said, "Your suffering has not begun yet, so you should seek blessings for yourself. Are you saying that I hurt you? Do you have proof?"

"You!" Prince Yan pointed at Qiu Yan, his expression changing rapidly. The blood stains and wounds on his body had all disappeared and healed. "I am the prince. I want to punish a son for being imprisoned. Do I need evidence? I think you are also capable. , you might as well join my sect to atone for your sins. When the world was uncertain, Dongluhou also offended Taizu. Later, he surrendered. Taizu still let the past go and named his wife Mengzi. I am the descendant of the dragon. I still have this tolerance. What do you think? ?”

"Oh?" After hearing this, Qiu Yan looked at King Yan a few times and was quite surprised, "I underestimated you earlier. You compared yourself to Taizu and saw that his ambitions are not small. It's inappropriate! It's inappropriate! It's not right!" We need to add a constraint!”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body shape changed, and he came to King Yan in a blink of an eye. With one finger, he pricked the opponent's scalp, drew out a little blood and thoughts, mixed it with a little stove fire, and formed a headband.

The headband extended and fell on King Yan's head, seeping into the flesh and blood and disappearing.

The reason why Qiu Yan kept Prince Yan was, on the one hand, he was concerned about his luck in Longting. Since he was admitted to the Juren Examination, his luck has been vaguely connected with Dragon Qi, which should have been the foundation for him to establish himself. Naturally, he will not abandon his martial arts skills just because of a prince. , but on the other hand, they also wanted to use King Yan as bait to find out the power behind him. Of course, in addition, there was also the idea of ​​​​punishing him with a living crime.

"You...what did you do again?" King Yan touched the top of his head and found nothing, but he became more and more uneasy. He looked at Qiu Yan with a look of fear, "Are you really not afraid that the fish will die and the net will be broken? You just lifted a person..."

But before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Qiu Yan.

"Although the candidates are insignificant, they are obtained by examination, and the throne is noble, but they are obtained by reincarnation. I am going north this time to accept the invitation of Lizong Academy. If you want to kill the fish and defeat the net, Lizong Academy will ask afterward, and the matter of depriving people of humanities and thoughts will be exposed in broad daylight? Even if you want to do it. Mr. Su of Dongdu supports you, but they are also scholars, how can they let you steal knowledge? Now that Zhen Zhizuo from Lizong Academy has arrived, please leave first, Your Majesty, so you can take care of yourself!"

After saying this, Qiu Yan flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, neatly.

"After beating the prince, he can still speak out and warn him so confidently, it's amazing!"

When Hu Qi and Dai Guo saw this, they first looked at each other, then glanced at the room, and quickly followed.

As soon as Qiu Yan left, the frozen maids and servants in the room trembled a few times. In the early stages of their dreams, several of them even raised their hands and stretched out, showing contentment, as if they were waking up from a dream.

Then, they noticed the surrounding scene and their colors changed.

There were screams in the room.

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"Young Master? Do you really leave it alone? After all, he is the prince..."

Walking in the corridor, Hu Qi still had a worried look on his face and looked awkward all over, looking around from time to time.

Just now, I beat up the prince, and now I am walking arrogantly on the opponent's territory, how can I make him feel at ease?

Dai Guo also said: "King Yan doesn't seem like a master who can give up. It would be wrong to keep him after all..."

Qiu Yan shook his head and said: "It will be really troublesome if Prince Yan dies. I won't be able to explain it rationally then. He is more useful alive than dead. Don't be fooled by his words. Even if you are the prince, some things are not right." It’s untouchable. Not only will he not make any noise about what happened today, he will also try his best to cover it up. Besides, I don’t have any backup plans.”

As soon as he said this, Dai Guo's curiosity was aroused, and the latter couldn't help but ask: "Sir, what did you feed that prince? Is it really witchcraft?"

Qiu Yan shook his head and said, "What I gave him was heart medicine."

Dai Guo scratched his head: "Heart medicine? What kind of medicine is this? However, just hearing this name, you know it is extraordinary. From now on, the prince will not be able to feel at ease, and he will definitely try his best to spit it out. ”

"It's just to make him restless. The more he can't calm down, the faster the medicine will take effect." After saying that, several people came to the concierge and made a few explanations. Qiu Yan turned around and walked in with a calm face. , and even in the mood to chat and laugh with the disciples.

"What a guy! I just beat up the prince, and he can still talk and laugh when he turns away! He is indeed a learned and talented man! He beats people with confidence!" When Dai Guo saw this, he was filled with envy, and he had a yearning for knowledge in his heart.

On the other side, Qiu Yan walked to the luggage of several people - they were attracted by Gong Yangyi and left all their salutes here.

However, when he picked up the package, Qiu Yan's brows moved and he felt a little heavier. His eyes moved and he caught a piece of pure white color in the gap of the package.

"This is this?" His eyelids twitched. Qiu Yan reached out and touched it. His hand was cold. After a closer look, he found a jade basin inside, about the size of two palms. The word "Beiming" was written on the surface of the basin.

Qiu Yan's pupils shrank, and then he saw the baby ginseng nestled in the basin, turning over slightly.

………………

"This Qiu Yan is interesting. Wenzong's paperweight and Beiming jade basin will be placed with him first. Now we are going to Dongdu. If this person can make a name for himself, he will be a good candidate."

Deep in the mansion, a Confucian scholar dressed as a handsome young man sat on a chair, looking at a bronze mirror in front of him, murmuring to himself, his voice as crisp as an oriole. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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