Great Dao Ji

"Hoo!"

After a long time, An Qisheng slowly exhaled a long breath, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.

The mental fatigue was reflected in the body, and An Qisheng felt sleepy after holding the elixir.

The soul-stealing technique consumes a lot of energy. If he hadn't used hypnosis to guide it at the same time, I'm afraid it might not be successful.

Hoo~

Bai Xian'er was sweating all over, and she almost fell to the ground when An Qisheng looked at her.

An Qisheng reached out to support her and put clothes on her.

After that, he pressed her body a few times, and the strength burst out, and she straightened her bones.

At this point, we have to say that the warrior's physique is amazing. Even if he suffered a heavy blow, his body did not deform.

"Hmm"

Bai Xian'er groaned and woke up slowly.

The empty eyes blinked, and then they regained their original color and agility.

An Qisheng stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, looking at her quietly.

It was the first time that he used the Soul-stealing Technique. He was quite curious about the effect it would produce. Was it as magical as recorded?

His blurred vision slowly became clear.

Bai Xian'er struggled to get up from the bed. She didn't care about the exposure of her beautiful body, nor was she surprised by the mess in the room. She looked at An Qisheng with joy and called softly:

"Grandpa!"

In her memory, when the two met before, she suddenly recognized each other's identity when they made a move.

This old Taoist priest turned out to be her grandfather who had been separated for many years, her only relative in the world.

Although she herself found it incredible, this feeling of "blood connection" was unmistakable.

"Well, you are injured, don't get up."

An Qisheng gently stretched out his hand and pressed her back to the bed.

She was also shocked by the weirdness of the Soul-stealing Technique. The information he edited completely replaced Bai Xian'er's own thinking.

No matter how absurd and bizarre this matter was, how clueless it was, she really believed it.

"It's all Xian'er's fault. Not only did she drug Grandpa, she also wanted to break Grandpa's meridians."

Bai Xian'er was still in shock. Fortunately, Grandpa was stronger than she thought and injured her instead, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

The purpose of the Great Sun Demon Sect's cultivation is to experience all kinds of emotions and forget them. It is not as weird as the Hell Demon Sect, which cuts off emotions and desires and cuts off worldly ties when entering.

"Don't blame those who don't know."

An Qisheng felt a little strange.

The moment before, they were fighting to death, and the next moment they had become "grandfather and grandson". How weird is this?

Bai Xian'er really thought so, but he himself couldn't accept it.

He didn't even have a child in his two lives, let alone being a "grandfather".

Bang!

The door was knocked open, and several people rushed into the house.

"You, you guys"

Looking at the two people talking and laughing and the mess on the ground, Bian You and the old procuress looked at each other, and they could see the surprise and disbelief in each other's eyes.

The Great Sun Demon Sect has a bad reputation. Male disciples linger in the flowers, insisting on not getting a single leaf on them. Female disciples are even more promiscuous and unfaithful.

But Bai Xian'er is naturally disgusted with contact with men. Why is she talking and laughing with such an old ghost today?

"Master, junior sister, you, you are..."

Bian You was a little speechless, looking at An Qisheng as if he had seen a ghost.

"I am having a good chat with the old man, what are you doing with your people?"

Bai Xian'er glanced coldly at the people who rushed in:

"And you, when did you have the courage to knock on my door?"

"Miss Xian'er, please forgive me, please forgive me."

Bian You looked ugly and didn't say anything. The old procuress and other people who rushed in had already knelt on the ground, looking extremely terrified.

"Get out!"

Bai Xian'er's eyebrows were raised:

"Do you want me to do it?"

Several people were so scared that they rolled and crawled out, only Bian You stayed where he was.

"Junior sister, what are you doing..."

Looking at Bai Xian'er, who would have almost squeezed into his arms if it weren't for the old Taoist priest, Bian You's face was uncertain.

If it weren't for his confidence in Bai Xian'er's martial arts, he almost thought that Bai Xian'er was held hostage by the old Taoist priest.

"Brother, I'm fine, you can leave."

Bai Xian'er glanced at him lightly, paused and said:

"Go to the sixth floor and get our elixirs together."

"Ah?"

Bian You was completely stunned.

In Bai Xian'er's increasingly cold eyes, he had to retreat in a hurry.

Bang~

Bai Xian'er waved her silk belt and the door closed.

At this time, she slowly got off the bed. Although her body wounds were still aching, she recovered a little.

An Qisheng couldn't help but sigh at the role of true qi.

Whether it is killing enemies, protecting the body or healing wounds, true qi is much stronger than internal force.

"Master has 20 disciples, I am the 17th. That one is my senior brother, Bian You, who covets me. I wanted to kill him when I came out this time."

Bai Xian'er picked up a piece of clothing from the bedside and put it on:

"Grandpa, you are old, and your internal strength seems to be depleted. I have a secret elixir from the Great Sun Demon Sect that can help you increase your merit."

"What is the cultivation level of the Red Sun Dharma King?"

Compared to the elixir, An Qisheng is more interested in the Red Sun Dharma King.

That one ranks very high on the weapon list, and can be regarded as the second best master of the Demon Sect in the world, after the Six Hells Demon Lord Pang Wanyang.

"Master, he..."

Mentioning this name, Bai Xian'er's face fluctuated a little: "Ten years ago, my master and the most master of the righteous path, the old bald donkey of Huangjue Temple, met on the left. The master shot out from the air, and the whole thing was evaporated. "Ten Miles of Longjiang River"

"Shoot from the air and dry up a ten-mile river?"

An Qisheng's eyelids twitched for a moment.

Ten miles seems very short, but in fact, above Xuanxing, the world record for ordinary people is more than twelve minutes!

Evaporating a ten-mile-long river is an exaggeration.

It is simply a movable nuclear turret that fires at high speed.

Even at his current speed, running five thousand meters at full speed would take close to a minute.

In other words, if such a person takes action, he will not be able to escape!

"But this is just a rumor. Xian'er has never seen that battle."

Bai Xian'er was not sure, because she had never seen such a person take action.

Just hearsay.

In fact, the Red Sun Dharma King has been in seclusion all year round, and the times she has seen him are only a handful.

The one who teaches them martial arts on weekdays is also their senior brother, Duan Yunlong.

"Junior sister."

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.

After receiving the agreement, Bian You, who had a dark face, walked over carrying a small wooden box.

"Thank you for your hard work, senior brother."

Bai Xianer then smiled.

An Qisheng shook his head inwardly, as if you weren't the one who said he wanted to kill him before.

His soul-stealing technique has not yet been fully developed, and the area where it can work is very small. It cannot erase all a person's spiritual wisdom like Tong Zhengyang. Therefore, what Bai Xian'er expresses is her true self.

"Junior sister."

Bian You pressed the box: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Senior brother, I won't bother you anymore."

Bai Xianer flipped her wrist, grabbed the box, and her smile disappeared:

"When we go out this time, I will be the leader. This is Senior Brother's oral instruction. You must remember it."

"Bai Xian'er, hello, you are fine."

Bian You's expression changed several times, he gave An Qisheng a sharp look and walked away.

An Qisheng naturally didn't take him seriously, and turned to look at the wooden box Bai Xian'er was holding:

"This is"

Bai Xian'er opened the wooden box and looked at many porcelain bottles of different colors. She smiled slightly and said:

"These are all elixirs secretly passed down by our Great Sun Demon Sect. This bottle is for treating external injuries, this bottle is for treating internal injuries, and these bottles are for increasing internal strength. One elixir can be consumed by an ordinary person. Months of hard work"

Bai Xian'er introduced them one by one, quite like a little girl who had obtained a treasure showing off to her grandfather.

An Qisheng's eyes brightened slightly.

The Six Hell Demon Sect is the top sect in the world, and its secret elixirs are more effective than many elixirs in Tong Zhengyang's memory.

Immediately, he smiled slightly and accepted the elixir handed over by Bai Xian'er without any courtesy.

Naturally, he would not be polite to the spoils he deserved.

The sun sets over the western mountains.

In Ronghua Mansion, a motorcade was driving through the streets, gradually approaching the City Lord's Mansion.

In front of the city lord's palace, Du Hangong, the lord of the Ronghua Mansion and the feudal official, led a group of people to greet him.

Mingtang and Du Hangong stood side by side, looking at the slowly approaching motorcade with respectful expressions.

Dafeng Qin Tianjian's job is to observe celestial phenomena, calculate solar terms, and formulate calendars.

The power seems to be inferior to that of the Six Gates Jinyiwei, but in fact, his status is extremely high in the hearts of today's emperors.

Because Han Changgong, the leader of Qintian Supervisor, is now the number one expert in the Dafeng Dynasty.

He was also the minister of Conglong before the current king ascended the throne, and his power was overwhelming.

"Has the City Lord's Mansion arrived?"

A calm voice came out from the carriage.

"Back to your lord, the City Lord's Mansion has arrived. Lord Du and Lord Mingtang are waiting to greet you."

The driver who was driving the carriage responded respectfully.

"Mingtang"

There was a cold voice in the carriage:

"A few months ago, I predicted that this person would die, but he didn't expect to escape? It's a bit of luck."

The motorcade arrived in front of the city lord's palace.

"We respectfully welcome Mr. Huang Fu, Wu Guan Ling Tai Lang of Qin Tian Jian."

In front of the city lord's mansion, a crowd of people greeted him in unison.

"Xu~"

The carriage stopped.

"The sky is getting dark and the fortune is weakening. Who has Ronghua Mansion provoked, so that the calamity is overturned and the official fortune is unstoppable?"

There was a whisper from the carriage, and then he said coldly:

"There are still a lot of people in this world who have no king and no father."

"Master Huang?"

Du Hangong was shocked and his attitude became more respectful:

"But I don't know what the Lord saw?"

The curtain of the carriage was raised, and a middle-aged Confucian scholar stepped on the kneeling 'human stool' and stepped out of the carriage, with his big sleeves fluttering:

"I saw a storm in Ronghua Mansion, and a massacre swept through."

"Sha Jie?"

Mingtang felt a hint of fear in his heart.

"Where's Mr. Xue?"

Huang Fu looked around with a cold expression:

"Master Xue sent a letter to Qintian Prison to invite me to come, but now he is not here. What does it mean?"

"Master Huang"

Mingtang's heart thumped, and knowing the quirks of the Qintian Prisoners, he stepped forward:

"Lord Huang is aware that Jishenzong Zhao Changlin has made an appointment with Lord Xue on the bank of Nanshan Mountain of Ronghua Mansion. He is not in the mansion at this time, so he must not come to greet you."

"Zhao Changlin?"

Huang Fu looked around, his eyes fixed on the south, his lips twitched, but he said nothing.

He just turned around and his expression suddenly became solemn:

"Sir Ming, I don't know who you want me to look up to this time?"

"Sir, do you see something is wrong?"

Mingtang's heart trembled, and he felt something was wrong.

The Imperial Astronomical Observatory was the best in Dafeng in terms of weather forecasting, and could even predict the military and national destiny. This question made his heart sink.

Could this person have seen something?

I'm stuck, so I'll only have two chapters today. I'll make up for today's four chapters tomorrow.