Great Dao Ji

The red sun is rising, and smoke is curling up in Nanliang City.

Behind the Yangxiao Hall, under the rising smoke, An Qisheng held a letter in his hand and frowned slightly:

"The people from Qintian Prison are gone? How could it be such a coincidence?"

This letter is information collected by Bai Xianer through the intelligence channels of the Great Sun Demon Sect.

If he hadn't used the soul-stealing technique on Bai Xian'er several times to confirm that he had 100% control over her, he would probably have thought it was a lie.

What's the conspiracy behind these six doors?

He was a little wary.

"Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan both had two fingers cut off."

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

After only walking together for half a day, even the disciples of the big sects were affected. This gave him a new understanding of the tyranny of the six sects or the Dafeng court.

Thinking about it, An Qisheng's heart moved, and the letter in his palm turned into powder and fell into the dust.

"Old Taoist Master, I'm here to help you out again."

In the distance, Yun Dongliu's voice came.

An Qisheng looked up and saw Yun Dongliu walking into the backyard carrying a wine bottle.

"Master Yun got up very early today."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

In the past few days, Yundongliu had been searching for traces of people from the Demon Sect in Nanliang City at night, but he rarely got up so early.

"Everything is almost done, so I naturally got up early."

Yundongliu put down the wine bottle, smiled slightly, and was in a good mood.

An Qisheng naturally understood.

Nanliang City is not big. In the past few days, except for Bai Xian'er who had already retreated, almost all the Demon Sect's strongholds in Nanliang City had been uprooted by Yundongliu.

On the stone table, the two drank a few drinks together.

An Qisheng spoke slowly:

"Master Yun, I want to go far away, so I have to let you take care of these two little guys at home."

"What is this, Taoist Priest?"

Yun Dongliu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"In the past few days, I would also like to thank Master Yun for sending away those provocative people for me."

An Qisheng sighed softly.

Some things cannot be hidden from everyone.

In the past few days, all the people who came for the Soul Seizing Demonic Art, after a period of aimless searches, still set their sights on him.

The fact that Kong San practiced the Soul-Demon-Seizing Technique has been known to many people.

Naturally, he, the only survivor, was dazzling.

There is no way, who will let him live?

However, he didn't care.

It is enough to have a few more months of practice time.

A truly ordinary life can never be achieved by hiding. Although he has no intention of becoming an enemy to anyone, he does not mind sending them on their way in advance if they come to cause trouble.

In the original trajectory, Kong San was still able to break out of the siege. Now he was much stronger than Kong San, so how could he really be afraid?

"Taoist Master, this is a misunderstanding."

Yun Dongliu held the wine glass and shook it gently:

"Although those people are greedy for profit, they should not die like this. Yun stopped them because of you, not Taoist priest."

Having seen An Qisheng take action, he naturally knew that all the martial arts people in Nanliang City were here together.

Most likely, the only possibility is to be killed by the mediocre old Taoist priest in front of him and then leave calmly.

"Master Yun is honest enough."

An Qisheng smiled and said:

"Now that Master Yun already knows something, I won't hide it anymore. Kong San was killed by me, and the soul-stealing demon skill was also on me."

Click~

Yun Dongliu flicked his wrist and crushed the wine glass.

Even though he had already guessed, he was still shocked at this moment.

The person pursued by thousands of martial arts people is actually right in front of him?

"Does Master Yun want to fight with me?"

An Qisheng looked at Yun Dongliu with a half-smile.

"Except the people of the Demon Sect, Yun Mou's sword will never be released lightly."

Yun Dongliu looked at An Qisheng solemnly:

"Taoist Priest, I have three questions."

An Qisheng waved his hand: "Excuse me."

"First question, has Taoist Master ever killed innocent people?"

Yun Dongliu lowered his eyebrows.

An Qisheng thought for a moment. He had never killed an innocent person in his past life. "No."

"Second question, has Taoist Master entered the Six Hell Demon Sect?"

Yundongliu's eyes flickered.

"The old Taoist is alone and does not belong to any sect."

An Qisheng answered more clearly.

Regardless of past and present life, Xuanxing or Jiufujie, he has never joined any sect organization.

"Third Question"

Yun Dongliu relaxed, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip:

"You and I have only known each other for a few days. Why did the Taoist entrust these two little guys to me?"

An Qisheng smiled slightly, especially sincerely:

"Because you're a good person."

After coming to Jiufujie for several months, the only person he truly trusted, apart from the two little guys, was Yun Dongliu.

Even Bai Xian'er, who had already used the soul-stealing technique by him, was not as worthy of his trust as Yun Dongliu.

Because, this is a truly good man.

At least, for the first half of his life, he was a well-deserved good person.

"good guy"

Yun Dongliu chewed it once and felt a sigh in his heart.

I just felt that the old Taoist priest in front of me, who had only been dating for a few days, understood him extremely well.

Phew~

He stood up immediately, clasped his fists, and said calmly:

"Fate exists, people exist."

"good!"

An Qisheng raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

The cup falls and the person disappears.

Seven red moons shine in the sky, and the night is black and red, making it indescribably weird and gorgeous.

On the official road in the night, a carriage was traveling alone.

"Ahem!"

In the carriage, Huang Fu looked pale and coughed twice, with blood spreading from the corners of his mouth.

He really cut off his heart, otherwise he would not be able to hide it from a great master like Xue Chaoyang.

But at this time, although his heart was aching and his whole body was weak, Huang Fu felt very at ease.

Although the price paid was high, he finally got rid of that place of right and wrong.

"Sir, are you awake?"

The middle-aged man driving the car breathed a sigh of relief: "You are still taking too many risks. If you are not careful, you may commit suicide."

"If it were someone else, it would naturally be difficult to grasp this degree, but who is your master?"

Huang Fu struggled to get up and meditate. After swallowing a pill, a trace of color returned to his face:

"Eleven years ago, I, Mr. Huang, escaped this disaster in this way."

"Why are you doing this? With Master Xue here, what kind of danger can a mere inexperienced devil pose?"

The coachman shook his head slightly.

Although he has followed Huang Fu for many years, he still doesn't understand his master's caution.

Neither is caution.

"What do you know?"

Huang Fu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his heart cramps eased slightly:

"You and I have been learning from Master since we were young. Although you don't know how to read Qi and have not become Master's disciple, do you still understand your brothers?

My qualifications are not as good as those of my senior brothers, and my appearance does not please Master. How could I have gotten to this point?

Isn't it because I am cautious enough? "

"I'm afraid the prison master won't be able to spare you when you go back this time! Eleven years ago, the prison master hung you up and beat you for ten days and nights. Have you forgotten?"

The coachman shook his head.

"Gui Xiaoer, shut up!"

Huang Fu's face twitched, his heart and liver ached with anger, and he almost spat out another mouthful of blood:

"Don't even think about it. If you hadn't been assigned to me by Master, how could you be alive today?"

"You're right, everything you said is right."

The coachman sighed:

"If you are the only one being beaten, I guess it doesn't matter."

"You don't understand."

Huang Fu took a deep breath, and the true energy in his body surged to protect the broken heart veins:

"The king is too impatient. In recent years, the master has been depressed all day long because of differences with the king. After the defeat of the Nantian Mountain Association, which was supposed to bring peace to the Three Kingdoms, the king has changed

He wants to be quick, but some things should be a thousand-year plan. He should be laying the foundation for future generations, but he wants a thousand-year plan to be realized in one day."

Huang Fu was very worried.

Dafeng has taken too big steps, and the problem is not just martial arts.

The Gonggun princes above the imperial court, the many feudal officials, countless gentry and landlords, and even Dafeng's millions of elite troops who are the best in the world are the real problems that Dafeng needs to face.

In recent years, the weather has been good and there have been no foreign enemies to block the country. Many people have starved to death in this good harvest year.

Dafeng, Dafeng

The coachman listened quietly, whipping his whip from time to time to encourage the horses.

He is the only one in the world who knows that Huang Fu is not really a useless person. On the contrary, his vision and energy reading skills are truly inherited from Han Changgong, the supervisor of Qintian.

Otherwise, would you be able to survive one war after another just by being timid?

Unfortunately, he was too cautious. Apart from his master Han Changgong, he was the only one who heard these words.

Huang Fu kept talking for a long time before sighing again:

"Jinyiwei, Dongchang, and Liumen have become extremely powerful in recent years, and their actions have become more and more ruthless. Even if they can always find justifiable reasons, sooner or later they will still arouse public outrage in the martial arts world."

"You may not know that Xue Chaoyang's slow and slow actions are brewing."

Even now, Huang Fu can't believe it.

Xue Chaoyang was actually so bold that he blatantly harmed martial arts people.

Has he forgotten how those martial arts people gained their status?

Major sects such as Huangjue Temple, Jishen Sect, Worshiping Moon Villa, Zhen Gang Dao, Dalongmen, and Six Hell Demon Sect are all commanded by top masters in terms of weapons.

In addition, there are also many masters in the sects such as Chivalry Sect, Beggar Clan, Twelve Links Wu, Yu Chan Temple, Sword Tomb and other sects.

It is completely possible for a group of people to attack, not to mention overthrowing the imperial court, but to kill all the officials in many cities!

At that time, if foreign enemies invade, the imperial court's decrees will not be able to leave Kyoto!

"My lord, you missed something."

The carriage driver suddenly interrupted him: "Do you think the king has not considered this? Perhaps the court has a trump card that even adults don't know about."

"I hope so"

Huang Fu stopped talking and closed his eyes to repair the damaged heart veins.

He cut off his heart this time not only to escape from the place of right and wrong, but also to express his disapproval of Xue Chaoyang's actions.

"Xu~"

At this time, the coachman suddenly stopped the carriage.

He raised his eyes and saw a man standing on the official road not far away with his hands behind his back, his loose clothes fluttering in the night wind.

It seems that I have been waiting for a long time.