I Am Immortal

  Chapter 181 Willing to be a knife!

   "Eh, eh? Are you leaving, Yue Tusun?"

   "So anxious?"

The little Taoist Mingxin knew the news that Yue Shiru was going to leave early in the morning, and he was quite excited at first, but suddenly became a little listless, and he was listless all morning, thinking whether to make the three yellow chickens A stewed chicken soup was served, and the three yellow chickens flapped their wings and flew to the corner of the Taoist temple.

  Yue Shiru couldn't help laughing and said: "Young master and uncle don't have to think there is anything."

  "A practitioner of Taoism will one day travel around the world, and parting is also a due thing."

   "In other years, you will eventually understand."

The Taoist glanced at the old Taoist whose age was close to the limit of the first qi of Xiantian. This battle eventually hurt his vitality, and the first qi of Xiantian was not qualified to receive the talisman of the Emperor of Heaven. Yue Shiru didn't say anything, the old Taoist just smiled and shook his head. So the young Taoist just smiled and said: "My generation of cultivators should be like this."

   "Thank you for saving my life, Daoist. I can't repay you. If there is a reunion in the future."

   "I hope I can be worthy of the real person's rescue."

Yue Shiru cupped his hands, and said humanely to the young man with gray temples: "Since Lianyang Sword has chosen a real person, this junior will not mention it, but I have to leave a certificate to prove that this junior has indeed come to this practice." Yang Guan, rather than failing to perform duties." He originally planned to leave a sword intent, and he had already taken out the letterhead, but the Yang Lian sword suddenly screamed.

  Accompanied by the clank and clank of the sword, but the roar of sword energy.

  The word Lianyang Sword on the body of the sword was also forced to leave.

  Turned into aura, imprinted on the jade paper of this door, there is light like a long sword.

These three characters are the jade paper with the highest spiritual patterns in the Taoist sect. When it falls on this sword, it is the **** and chains left by Lu Chunyang for this fierce and devilish sword, and it is also the cause and effect with Lu Chunyang. The sword will naturally recede. It means cutting off cause and effect, and will no longer be bound by Lu Chunyang.

  Yue Shiru understood this meaning, and sighed in his heart that it really is a magic weapon, and he has reached this point through psychics.

   Think of this sword legend.

   It is necessary to sigh again, the fierce sword is so powerful, the real person is really extraordinary, he can make this sword submit, and he is happy and sincere.

   Could it be that he is also proficient in some kind of sword fairy's practice of forging swords?

Just when he was about to put away the letter, the young Taoist raised his hand to stop Yue Shiru, and then asked him for the jade paper, and said: "... your Daoist Lu Zushi, I also have something to say. Tell him, so there is still a laborer to send it to him."

  Yue Shiru said: "A real person has a destiny, how dare disciple An not obey?"

   "It's just another trip."

The young Taoist went back to the Jing Pavilion. During this period of time, he heard Yue Shiru's narration, and he already knew that his patriarch was Lu Chunyang who Qi Wuhuo needed to find. Immortal level, and then encounter obstacles, break through and hope for immortal talents, worthy of the name of a true king, and can go down.

   It should also be the Taoist I met when I wrote the couplet.

  Qi Wuhuo picked up the pen, and already knew the so-called dream words from Yue Shiru.

  Knowing that the senior brother can recognize his own characters.

  So he pondered for a long time, picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and wrote two words with the same words.

  Its name is—

   Too much.

  When picking up the pen.

Although the words are still the same, but along the way, the choices that have been made make these two words calm and plain, and then slowly disappear, only those who have a destiny can see them, and then collect this letter and give it to After seeing Yue Shiru, the latter asked curiously: "Senior is sending a letter to my patriarch. Could it be that the master and patriarch who is a real person also recognizes my patriarch?"

   After all, the time when the Patriarch was active was at least a thousand years ago.

  Back then, the Blood River Sword Sect had a great reputation, and it also confronted the ancestor.

   Right now, it has also been wiped out, and it no longer exists.

  The young Taoist in front of him is only sixteen years old, what a huge difference,

  The young Taoist replied gently:

   "Well, if it's not bad, it should be old."

  Yue Shiru understood.

  It's old, it seems that the ancestor of this real Qi is also somewhat related to Lu Zushi.

  Holding his hands together, he said with a smile, "I will live up to the real person's trust!"

Immediately turned to Mingxin, the old Taoists arched their hands together and turned around. It was a Taoist, wearing straw sandals, wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a clothes basket, holding a canopy bell, a demon sword, and a green bamboo stick. Long laugh:

   "If you get the three palaces to store the mysterious pill, you will be the first-rate Zhuan Kunlun. There are many pavilions and twelve rings, and you are real people from high to low."

   "Yutang Jiangyu is full of mysterious palaces, and Xuanji Yuheng is the color of Langan. I look forward to the boy sitting around and ask whose family is with me!"

  Yue Shiru recited the Sutra of Huang Ting in his mouth, walked a few steps, made a few turns, and walked into the city of mortals, mixed into the sea of ​​people, and disappeared.

  The little Taoist priest put his hands on his cheeks and sighed melancholy.

  Seeing that Uncle Qi was still sweeping, he looked through the Daoist Collection, and saw the old Taoist still looking at the old book, chopping wood to make a harp.

  Three yellow chickens are still walking around the corner as before.

  Suddenly felt that he was not a Taoist at all.

  Patting his face, he also stood up and went to meditate to practice Qi.

  In the Taoist temple, it is the same as when Yue Shiru came.

  People come, but a pair of bowls and chopsticks, a table, no different from the past.

   People go, but there is only a prayer and a touch of the piano, so why feel sad.

   There is a gap between the heaven and the earth, and all living beings come and go without harm or harm.

   But one sentence comes naturally.

  …………

  The city is uneven, everything is ready, people come and wave their sleeves like clouds, and people leave in a noisy manner. The capital is so prosperous!

The Shenwu Dynasty is the country that inherited the throne of the original Emperor, and occupies the vast land in the center of the world. Compared with Shenwu, the rest of the human kingdoms are just tiny lands, which are not worth mentioning. Now the Shenwu Dynasty wants to have a big sacrifice. Various countries have already dispatched envoys and guards to come here to observe the ceremony.

  It was only because of the sudden catastrophe in Zhongzhou that the matter continued to be delayed, and it dragged on for several days in a row.

   This day has really come.

It's only three o'clock in the morning, and it's already busy. People are not allowed to walk on the avenue today. All the squares and cities are sealed off today. Only when the sacrifice ceremony is at its peak, there will be fireworks, and the people will hold it together. The flowers gushing out, this is the royal air, the vastness and majesty of the emperor.

  The royal road has been cleaned spotlessly, and a candle is lit every five steps, which is as bright as the day.

   Even a little bit of dust will not be missed.

And the mansions of the princes and princes of each family were sleepless all night, and they were all preparing. In the imperial city of the entire human race, there was a faint sense of boundless solemnity, which made people feel the majesty of imperial power in their hearts. And this step by step is actually similar to Taoist rituals and Buddhist rituals. It is a kind of etiquette procedure to strengthen the imperial power and further purify the charm of humanity.

  Watching the gas fighters raise their heads, they can see that majestic human luck turned into a god-like existence.

  The shelter overlooks this world.

Its majesty is extremely majestic, surrounded by countless stars, and under its command are mountains and mountains, all things and common people, and everything is surrounded by it, and because other countries come to worship, it faintly presents a group of pythons worshiping dragons, or [ Beichen lives in its place, and the weather of the stars arches it.

   "We, the Emperor, have a lot of bearing and boldness."

  The astrologers of the Huntian Overwatch Council, who knew the art of astrology, sighed.

For such a grand event, the Huntian Overwatch Council naturally has the responsibility to calculate when the real auspicious time will be, but it is impossible to do it right now. The sky dome disappeared, which directly caused a great deviation in their inference.

   It may be good or bad, and so on.

   Or say that the Emperor is evil.

   It is also said that the world is auspicious.

  It's hard to tell, but the nerves are tense at this moment—even though it is a grand sacrifice ordered by His Majesty the Saint Emperor, if something goes wrong right now, the Huntian Overwatch Council will still bear the responsibility.

   After all, His Majesty the Saint Emperor cannot make mistakes.

  Aren't they the only astrologers from the Huntian Overwatch Council who made mistakes?

   That’s why the old man felt a little relieved when he saw the stars disappear—

   It should be fine...

When the capital of the entire human dynasty was promoting the great sacrifice in an orderly manner, in the dead prison, there was also a guest visiting. This guest was wearing a hood, and under the guidance of a bowed old man, After walking through layers of prisons where the world's thieves were imprisoned, they finally reached the deepest layer.

  It's a nice room there.

   At least for people in prison, it is very good.

There are tables, beds, and a bookshelf filled with various books. Inside the room, a tall, handsome young man with double saber eyebrows and a heroic temperament is bound by chains. His body is full of scars. Some of the tyrannical qi mechanisms have dissipated, but even though the qi mechanisms have dissipated, the tyrannical physique cultivated since childhood is still there.

  Hearing who was coming, he slowly raised his eyes, which seemed to be dark and cloudy.

  The guest raised his hood, revealing a cold face, especially big and soft eyes, whose light was like the night, and said gently:

   "Seventh brother, long time no see."

  The seventh prince who was bound here raised his eyes slightly: "Qiongyu?"

   "Why are you here?"

Qiongyu said: "Qiongyu was taken to the palace to accompany the queen, and she also met His Royal Highness Seven who was 'trapped in the cold palace because of disobedience', but after several trials, I guess that His Royal Highness is not the real one. Seventh brother, after several inferences, there are three places in this city where Seventh brother may be trapped, and the dark room in the deepest part of the prison may be one of them."

  The Seventh Prince Li Di, who was bound here, raised his eyes slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "How dare you come?"

   Qiongyu said succinctly: "Today's grand ceremony, the outside has also attracted attention."

   "In addition, my father still left some incense and favors."

   "Oh, incense and favor..."

The Seventh Prince laughed a few times, looked at the old jailer subconsciously, and felt the faint residual military spirit from his body, as if he had already guessed it, and said: "But he really used a substitute to replace me, it's normal, the royal family Most of the scandals in it are kept secret, but you come here, do you mean to let me out?"

   "Hahahaha, sister Qiongyu, you wouldn't be so kind, would you?"

   "What if I say, yes?"

  Li Di narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then he seemed to understand something, and said: "Something interesting, the substitute in the palace can only hide it for a while, but can't hide it for a lifetime, the best way is to have an accident, let the 'seventh prince' die, and then slowly take back the power of the military family position, but I have an order, if the secret order is not obtained, all the soldiers will help the fourth brother..."

   "The prince, the emperor, and the fourth brother supported by both the civil and military factions."

   "This situation is already very chaotic, but it is still stable after all, there is no chance for you and Erlang..."

   "You want me to go out, and make the situation in the court even more chaotic."

   "And then take advantage of the chaos?"

  The Seventh Prince looked at the girl who looked like a weak willow and supported the wind in front of him:

   "The uncle at that time once said that he regretted that you were not a man. It seems that you are really ruthless."

   "However, I want to tell you that the current emperor is probably also a substitute."

The Seventh Prince recalled what happened at that time, and his expression was a little complicated: "The backlash of my knife came a bit late, and it was a bit weak...I realized it at the time, but it was too late after all, so from the beginning to the end, he never trusted me. than anyone, not even his son."

   "Guess."

Qiongyu's voice was calm, and the seventh prince was slightly different. The girl in front of her replied, "Seventh brother, you entered the ban with a knife, and the emperor was unscathed. Confidants, minions, and generals are all like this, let alone the emperor?"

  “I’ve always been used to thinking of my opponents in the most shrewd and cunning direction.”

   "Seventh brother, how do you choose? Do you want to die here, or come out?"

  The Seventh Prince Li Zhai said slowly: "Let me out..."

  Qiong Yu nodded, and the deaf and dumb old man with a broken leg next to him opened the secret room.

The Seventh Prince was put down, and the murderous military aura on his body was gone. He rubbed his wrists. The injury on his body was not serious, but it did not damage his temperament. He shook his body like a wounded tiger, and suddenly laughed, saying: "Qiongyu, I I know you are using me, but I am willing to be used by you as a knife."

   "But remember, it is not your blade, but the blade of the people of the world!"

   "Where is the grand sacrifice today? I want to meet my father in person, and meet all the civil and military officials."

   "Let me personally tear this so-called emperor's spirit."

   "Tear apart this majestic world!"

  He got up, crossed his hands and saluted the old man with the broken leg, just like in the army, his voice was heavy and calm, and he paused every word, like the solemnity of a strong wind on the battlefield:

   "Please give me a set of armor—"

   "Mysterious Iron Armor."

  (end of this chapter)