I Am Immortal

  Chapter 142 Cut off half of your luck!

Except for the little prince who was sleeping drowsily at this moment, the other princes also looked up and down at the man wearing the mask of an old man in front of him. Frowning, he pulled his drowsy little brother even harder.

  The fourth prince seemed to feel relaxed and happy when he saw a famous person in the field. He smiled and nodded, and said, "I'm Li Hui."

   "Meet this gentleman."

The Seventh Prince's eyes lighted up slightly, and he held an exquisite teapot in one hand, poured tea into his own cup, then leaned back and drank the tea as if drinking alcohol, and laughed loudly: "Mr. Qi seems to be someone who can fight and kill the enemy. Spacious, why don't we go out and compete?"

   "Are you going to use a gun or an axe?"

  Qi Wuhuo took all these princes into his eyes, and his expression was peaceful under the mask.

  But I didn't want to, the emperor's sons who had become famous all came.

   Is the land of Zhongzhou really good, and these princes will come here to get together before going to the capital?

   Still, it was because the sword broke the prince's luck.

The East Palace lost its owner, and the luck among the princes influenced each other, so it attracted the rest of the princes to come. He replied: "Pindao is just here to answer your doubts, but there are several, whoever asks first."

  The fourth prince smiled slightly and said, "That's true. I didn't have any intention of asking before I went down."

   "Seeing the gentleman's demeanor, there are some things I want to ask."

   "The rules of the Mingzhen Dao League here are that the law cannot be passed on to the six ears, so when solving doubts, the two of them have to be alone, right?"

  The seventh prince raised his thick eyebrows, and instinctively said: "The two of you are alone, this thing is very suitable for use."

   "Killing any one of us will directly stir up the flames of the Daoist League and the court."

   "Then you can take advantage of the trend to create a gap between the court and the sect."

   "If there is a fight inside, the demon kingdom outside will definitely sneak in and make trouble."

Immediately, the atmosphere froze, so he took a sip of tea, scratched his head, and laughed loudly: "I said something wrong, hahaha, I'm always in that poor place at the border gate, and when I have nothing to do, I like to listen to those rude people. Men gossip, those people like to talk about state affairs after a few drinks, look at me like this, I will be led astray by them."

   "Oh, of course I can trust the reputation of Daomeng for thousands of years."

   "Well, I'll be the first to ask."

The Seventh Prince got up and stood up. At this moment, he could see that he was extremely tall, more than eight feet tall, with extremely broad shoulders, thick and messy eyebrows, and arched his hands with a smile. When people were about to pass, the prince smiled lightly and said: "My cousin praises this place so much, I also believe in Daomeng."

   "Let me come first."

   "Hahaha, since the elder brother wants to be the first one, the younger brother naturally cannot compete with the elder brother."

  The seventh prince sat down faster than standing up.

  He smiled honestly.

The prince's face was slightly stiff, and he took him in under the pretense that his younger brother was still sleeping peacefully. When he entered, he saw that the man who called himself Mr. Qi had already sat down. It also set off the masculinity in the gray clothes, with a faint sense of coldness.

  The handsome man smiled and said: "My brother is young and hasn't woken up yet. I hope Mr. Qi will not blame him."

  Qi Wuhuo replied: "It doesn't matter."

  The sword case has been collected to be about a foot long, and it is hidden in a dark bag.

   Slayer Sword seems to have a little spirituality at this moment.

  The previous aura is stronger if it is stronger, but it can only be released, not restrained yet.

   After Da Daojun knocked his fingers three times, he turned himself into a calmness that could let go and accept.

The young Taoist knocked on the sword case slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and with the help of the sword, he was able to 'see' the crown prince's pillar of luck very clearly. Huo looked at the sleeping little prince, and recalled the method told by the fortune teller and the means of avoiding disasters mentioned by Yunqin.

  But he could see some kind of luck in the young man being swallowed up by the prince.

  The young Taoist's hanging fingers calculated slightly, and he has calculated it. This is recorded in the classics, a very standard luck bureau——

  【Python Tunlong】.

  The prince's fate was cut off, like a dragon whose horns were cut off and a python retreated. In order not to die immediately, he had to swallow a dragon to maintain himself.

  It’s just the way of the emperor, after all, it’s also a way of cultivating both life and soul.

It would be better if the one being devoured has a foundation of cultivation, and now this young prince obviously does not have that kind of cultivation. Under such reckless devouring of his closest relatives, he fell into extreme danger. In a long coma.

  Although it will not harm life.

  But it will cut off the upper limit of the way to cultivate luck in the future.

   Even if it is so crazy, it is impossible for the prince's luck to recover.

  The prince didn't intend to ask anything.

  The first one to come here is just to overwhelm his younger brothers in everything.

   Just casual chitchat, talking about high-sounding but shallow stuff.

Qi Wuhuo saw the crazy behavior of the prince devouring his younger brother's luck, but he no longer had any plans to use his sword. He saw that the prince was always holding a white jade ring in his hand, turning it slightly, and there was strong luck in it. Qi Wuhuo recalled the humanitarian classics he had read during this period of time, thoughtfully.

  Humanistic luck is to gather a ray of the soul of the people into oneself, and then control the aura of the people to fight.

   Either kill or protect.

  The power of one person can be equal to ten thousand people, and the power of tens of millions of people.

   Therefore, it is extremely large and tyrannical.

Before, Qi Wuhuo was a little curious about how this humane luck condensed the primordial spirit and vitality into himself. Now that he saw the wrench in the crown prince's hand, which was tainted with extremely strong luck, he suddenly had a guess. , the primordial spirit and vitality of all people must be extremely mixed, condensed in one person, just like taking poison by oneself, it will be backlashed and affected, and gradually lose itself.

  So these forces must be condensed outside. At present, it seems that they may not be directly gathered on the [Humanity Tool], and turned into the [Humanity Luck] which is the benchmark of [Qi].

   In other words, the crown prince's jade seal has been broken?

  The young Taoist looked at the prince who talked and laughed freely, and could already infer the huge storm he would bring after returning to the capital.

   That Emperor, today's saint.

   What I long for is the feeling that everything is under my control.

  Slashed down with a sword, but the prince has been abolished, and the prince who has lost his luck and personality has also swallowed the luck of the youngest prince.

   In this way, a knife cannot make a knife.

  The last dark son who needs to be protected by a knife will no longer be able to give birth to the next generation of emperor.

  Emperor, the sword of Pindao is arranged fifty years after you are smashed. I don’t know if you still like it?

  However, it is not so much a game.

   It’s not that this sword directly arranged the future that the emperor had in his heart, the chess game of the Dzogchen [Emperor Wen] directly lifted the table, causing the chess pieces to scatter on the ground, and the sound was clear and crisp.

It is because of the loss of the process of devouring the luck, and the collapse of the prince's own luck. After all, there are two reasons for the flow of human luck. Qi Wuhuo didn't care about it at first, but unconsciously, these The aura of luck has permeated the whole room, and the Thief-Slaying Sword whistled slightly as he put it in his sleeve robe, as if he couldn't hold it back.

  Qi Wuhuo was chatting with the prince about the way of practice and what he had seen and heard, his voice paused slightly.

  It seems that this thing can't bear the prince's luck, and if the luck is consumed in vain, do you still want to maintain your superficial state?

   He also really valued the position of prince.

However, judging from the close observation of this incense burning time, Qi Wuhuo had a faint guess in his heart—the weapon of humanity, and the changes in his own soul brought about by his experience after being an official in the court, the two are combined into one , Could it be the core method of controlling [Humanity Luck]?

  The prince's luck is powerful, but he was cut off again, and he is still devouring his brother's luck.

  So Qi Wuhuo could easily 'see' the changing trajectory of the prince's luck.

  Combined with the records in humane classics, some truths were slowly deduced.

  From ancient times to the present, no one has had such an opportunity as him to observe the flow of human spirit in this way.

  This is equivalent to abolishing a prince and a prince directly, to show him the circulation of the luck of a human emperor, and teach him what is luck of a human being.

  As long as you are not a dull person, you will understand such a direct observation.

  The young Taoist muttered to himself, is this Haoxiong [Apparatus · Quantity]?

   Then there is curiosity - can I?

  In Huang Liang's dream, it is also the change of the soul, isn't it similar to the experience in this world?

  He suddenly thought of the words written in Daojun's book, saying that since he has cultivated the Tao, he must have a long-term vision.

  If you have a high vision and an open mind, you will know that there is nothing you cannot do in these three thousand worlds.

  The young Taoist thought to himself, 'The so-called supernatural powers are things that ordinary people dare not think about, things that ordinary people cannot do. '

  Since it is said that the experience of being an official in the court will cause some changes in the soul, and with the addition of the weapon of humanity, it can control the aura of humanity, then who said that Huang Liang's experience in a dream is not possible? Why not give it a try?

  Qi Wuhuo folded his right hand slightly, pressed down on the sword case, and a ray of innate energy came into contact with the thief-killing sword in the sword case.

  The sound of the sword is long.

   Sitting upright with a restrained face, his eyes are slightly closed.

   Prying the hidden memories in the primordial spirit, so the breath changed for a long time.

The prince was hugging his sleeping brother very affectionately, and said with a smile: "The people are suffering. If a practitioner like Mr. can enter my court, then use the power of supernatural powers to seek the well-being of the people. How can our human race not be able to become the leader of all races in the world, why should the people not be able to live and work in peace and contentment?"

  He was talking eloquently, but suddenly he was slightly stagnant.

  I don't know if it was his illusion, he looked at the man in front of him, and suddenly felt that the man in front of him was not actually wearing a mask.

  Although his voice is young, he is actually very old.

He is old and heavy, and his power is unpredictable. He actually has the faint feeling of meeting the prime minister of the court. For some reason, he feels cramped and restricted. No... the prince made a judgment in his heart. The demeanor towards the current prime minister even made him feel oppressed that he couldn't hold his head up, and subconsciously became nervous.

   But this temperament disappeared in an instant.

   It seems to be just the prince's illusion.

  I heard birdsong outside the window, and the person sitting in front of me was still just an ordinary Taoist.

  Qi Wuhuo opened his eyes.

  The eyes are clear and peaceful.

There is a slight sigh in my heart, not from the current Xuanwei Taoist identity, but from the standpoint of the Huangliang Yimeng, who seems to be true and not true, and who seems to be false but not false. Under his sleeves, A ray of pure breath is entwined between the fingers, and it is extremely obedient—

  He has been in the prime minister for more than 50 years, has been an extremely human minister, and is the Duke of Qi. Only now does he feel what the so-called [humanity luck] is.

  The humane luck emanating from the prince is controlled by the young Taoist with his own soul.

   and extremely smooth.

  The current way of human emperor's luck is the way of plundering power by following the [loss is not enough to give more].

  Purely humane luck itself, at least the prince's level of humane luck.

  No self, lack of spirituality.

   Still can't tell the difference between the Huangliang Yimeng created by Taishang himself and the present world.

In front of this escaping luck, the feeling brought to it by the young man in front of him is not the Taoist Taishang Xuanwei who is idle in the clouds and wild cranes, but the incomparable and incomparable great master who is in the midst of the gods and martial arts. The Duke of Qi, the first rank, is the general of the three armies who Zhenyuan Yangwei, the young teacher of the prince, and the grand master of the new dynasty.

  In the face of such an existence, choosing between a prince whose fate has been abolished is like a stream of water, naturally looking for living water to go, like descending from a height, and naturally falling into Qi Wuhuo.

   It's just that there is a lack of a humane weapon to mobilize this humane luck.

   It cannot be stored yet.

  So Qi Wuhuo only sent it into the Thief-Slaying Sword.

  On the long sword, the aura is more abundant.

But the prince didn't know why, and gradually became tired. He only felt that the poison of luck that had been suppressed with great difficulty before was likely to rise again. His expression was tired, and the conversation faded away. Qi Wuyou lowered his eyes and ended the conversation on his own initiative. Said: "Young master is tired, why don't we talk about it some other day."

  The prince forced a smile and said: "Today's chat is very good, and I will come to bother you again in the future."

   When she got up, she should have left, but turned around and asked, "Mister should know my identity."

   "I don't know if my husband thinks that in the future, I can be called the emperor?"

  The young Taoist closed his eyes.

But in the eyes of the prince, he was in a trance, as if he saw an old man with a deep aura looking at him. He was tall and had a deep aura. It's like a sea like a prison, but after a trance, what the soul sees is still the young Taoist. The latter replied:

   "Only benevolence and virtue can be the emperor of the world."

  The prince reluctantly cupped his hands and said: "So, I am taught."

  When I went out, my clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

  Qi Wuhuo sat down.

   Eyes drooping slightly,

  The sword box has sunk several times, and the thief-killing sword is extremely strong.

  Half of the prince's luck has been swallowed.

  The momentum of the sword has been completed.

  PS

  There was a typo in the last chapter, it was the seventh prince laughing, not the sixth prince.

  The crown prince, the fourth prince, the seventh prince, the king of Qin, and the youngest son, there are five in total.

  (end of this chapter)