I am immortal.

Chapter 147

The space in the carriage is quite spacious, and there is an exquisite table on one side, with a set of valuable tea sets on it, and some sweets in the lower cabinet. Zhou Nuchang was very poor when he was young, so even at his age As he grows up, he has power all over the place, but he still attaches great importance to things that were longed for and unobtainable when he was young. In his twenties, he is extremely addicted to sweets.

All the officials in the capital knew that Commander Zhou's favorite was maltose, which was eaten by the poor.

He often chews in his mouth when handling cases.

The scabbard of the thief-killing sword in the young Taoist's hand flicked a few times, the carriage shook suddenly, and immediately after a few clicks, poisoned crossbow arrows shot out with momentum enough to pierce armor, which was stopped by him with the scabbard Yes, the innate qi of the Taoist sect actually represents the leap of life, and one's own body has already surpassed the warrior.

It's not that exhausting one's innate energy will abolish the means.

Even if he is too tired to use his supernatural powers, Daoist real people can move across the battlefield with a sword and armor.

Now if you want to rely on warriors to kill Qi Wuhuo, even if he doesn't use supernatural powers and doesn't run away, he still needs hundreds of soldiers in heavy armor to surround and kill him. Of course, it's different if you use humane luck and military arrogance , but the young Taoist also has his own means.

He pushed aside the crossbow arrows and swept across the carriage with his primordial spirit.

There are many luxurious things in the carriage, and the gold and silver carried in the carriage are enough to buy a manor in an ordinary town. In addition, there is a set of replacement clothes, two precious swords worth thousands of gold, and a jade pendant. In addition, there is a thick stack of land deeds, which should be the income from this trip.

The core is the Dapeng Fu.

Qi Wuhuo opened the scroll, saw the wanton and arrogant words on it, and felt the extremely vigorous humane luck on it, and confirmed that it was genuine. This is a scroll written with [Wenqi] and [Humanity Luck] The article itself can be regarded as a thing of human destiny, but it is not related to the royal family, so it has its value.

The emperor collected this object not so much because he liked it, but because he needed to put it in the hands of the royal family.

Because this thing represents a possibility——

Maybe there is a lot of human luck.

Flying literary talent also belongs to the luck of humanity.

The emperor's aura of the royal family is only one of the human luck, not the whole.

The young Taoist read the Dapeng Fu, then rolled it up again, put it on one side, and picked up an extremely thick book on one side, which seemed to be Zhou Nuchang's thing, and the cover was poisoned , it can be seen that this thing must not be seen by others. After opening it, I saw lines of words written on it, which is the account book——

[Three Cities of Zhongzhou·Zhao Yipin, seven years old, poor family, both parents lost, sent 100 taels of silver, ten volumes]

[Shuili Township Li San, young, father died and mother was ill, sent 30 taels of silver, and a pair of palace medicine]

[Zhao Xiang Zhao Shiqi, six years old, wandering on the street, sending people to give him money every month, looking for those who retired from Qianlongwei to adopt]

Qi Wuhuo flipped through and saw that the ledger recorded the whereabouts of sums of money.

All were young and poor children.

Or there are lines of words written to record Zhou Nuchang's trivial thoughts.

'He said thank me for my help, and he will be like me in the future. I don't know why I was so angry, I beat him up, and then let him go, his expression was terrified, like when I was sold into the palace Same, I don’t know why Uncle Wang gave me a meal of braised pork and sold me, but the people in the palace said that there would be five taels of silver as a reward’

'I don't know how much five taels of silver is'

"Later I found out that for five taels of silver, you can eat braised pork until you get tired of it"

'This little guy probably doesn't know why I hit him'

Qi Wuhuo thought for a while, scrolled to the front, and saw the first text on the front——

"He sent me to the palace man, and said that I couldn't stand the poverty and went to the palace by myself, Wang Sangou, I want to kill him"

'My sister is married to Wang Sangou's son, I can't kill him anymore. '

Apply generously.

Qi Wuhuo turned a few more pages, and saw that Zhou Nuchang seemed to be thinking after being drunk—"I can't treat them well, I even have to beat them with a whip, and have killed too many powerful people, who do I treat?" Well, whoever will die, just like A Liu, who was ordered to investigate the corrupt officials, but when he returned to Beijing, he saw that A Liu had been sold into a prostitute shop, and was tortured beyond human form.

"I am the emperor's dirty knife. I have killed too many powerful people. They can't kill me, but they can touch ordinary people."

'So you must bow your head to the powerful, you must treat the people as badly as possible, and you can live alone'

'The order to transfer me out was issued by the prince himself'

'They made a deal'

'I see, master, I understand what you said to me. '

'In this imperial city, it's much better to be a mad dog who doesn't think about anything than to be a human being. '

The trivial records after that are all about killing someone.

Most of the silver obtained from the killings and the gold and silver from extorting officials were scattered.

Go covertly to support kids who went through the same experience as you did when you were younger, and buy some candy.

In the end, the massacre became more and more serious, more and more people were killed, and more and more money was donated, there was only one puzzlement——

"If you want to take revenge, you are just hitting the stone with an egg, provoking the wrath of the saint, and once again bloodbathing the people involved in the past. Not only will you not be able to take revenge, but more people will die. Why do such a thing?"

"What happened back then is over."

"Quiet and silent may be in peace, just like a family, but they still show aggrievedness, which leads to murder."

"Just let it go, can't you live a good life?"

At the end, it says, if I die, I hope I can not tell those children.

Hope they don't know that the man helping them is a man with bloody hands.

Qi Wuhuo put down this dossier. The names written in it killed about a thousand people, and the number of children he sponsored was several times that. Whether it was for peace of mind or twisted and complicated, the bloody The struggle and struggle, as well as the stinky sea of ​​blood hidden in the boundless luxury under the imperial city, are all very clear.

"Azie, Azie!"

The voice of the little peacock came.

Qi Wuhuo's primordial spirit swept across, and the rain fell heavily, refracting light and covering the traces, covering up the traces of the brutal killing. The little peacock flew up in the air, it was still too young, and when it flew up, it looked like a soaring bird. The little chubby chicken, if you relax a little bit, it will slide down, and then it will flap its wings with all its strength, and then it will climb up leisurely.

In the end, it seemed that he didn't like the rain to wet his wings.

This fluffy little chubby chicken turned around and made an arc in the air, avoiding the rain.

At the same time, it shows the two temperaments of fatness and lightness brought about by gluttony.

The young Taoist turned around, lifted the curtain with his left hand, his eyes were gentle, and he stretched out his right hand forward.

Congenital Qi draws the wind.

Like a bridge that can move, the little peacock was firmly connected to the palm of the hand. The little peacock swayed slightly, found a comfortable position, then rubbed its head against the palm of the young Taoist, and said very happily: "Azi Aqi, I found you!"

"I want to eat sweet snacks, cooked noodles, and freshly baked meat buns!"

The young Taoist replied gently: "Yes."

Turning around, looking at the Dapeng Fu, the satisfied little peacock jumped onto Qi Wuhuo's shoulder, stared at this Dapeng Fu curiously, and said, "What is this?! It doesn't look delicious. !"

The young man said humanely: "An opportunity."

"Opportunity?"

"Well, maybe breaking the royal family can control the fate of humanity. Human fate can be divided into royal family, military strategist, literary name, and people's livelihood. Non-royal royal titles can have luck, and only those who are beneficial to the human race can get luck. Military strategists defend their country, literary talents create stories, and ordinary people cultivate fields, more or less, all of them should be given feedback."

"The luck of the emperor of the human race will still be the most favorable, but they can deprive them of their royal title."

"Without the power of imperial conferment, the emperor will not be so lofty and revered as a saint."

"In the future, whether he is just a son of heaven or a human king, or whether he is qualified to be respected as a human emperor by all people depends on what the emperor himself does."

"If what I think is correct, the current royal family is overstepping..."

He looked at this volume of Dapeng Fu, and many thoughts emerged in his heart, then gathered it up, put it in his sleeve robe, and took out another roll of white paper from the carriage compartment, on which There are dark lines, and the touch is as delicate as gold leaf. The price of each sheet of this kind of white paper is extremely expensive, and only Qianlongwei, who exploited those aristocratic families, has it.

But it is also the same as the white paper used by Dapeng Fu.

The little peacock asked curiously: "Aqi, Aqi, what are you going to do?"

"Rewrite a copy of "Ode to Dapeng""

"Huh? This big moon and moon bird Fu was written by A Qiyi?"

"What big moon moon bird?"

The young Taoist laughed and corrected, "It's Dapeng."

"Oh, roc bird, roc bird."

The little peacock thought seriously, and then asked: "This big moon moon bird, I mean, Dapeng, can it eat?"

"It's called a big bird, it must be able to eat for a long time."

"From this point of view, it is really a very powerful bird!"

Qi Wuhuo smiled helplessly, but the little peacock seemed to have seen that big moon moon bird, filling the whole room, and when one leg was roasted and the other leg was burnt, it would be a big bird , the big pot in the Taoist temple might not be able to fit it!

Ahhh, Big Moon Moon Bird, you are really amazing!
The little peacock thought about it, although he didn't eat it, he was unconsciously happy.

Finally retracting his thoughts, he saw the young Taoist studying ink and said, "Ah Qi, are you going to make a fake one?"

The young Taoist picked up a pen.

Liu Feng held up the golden osmanthus paper and said, "Although I didn't write this, I know the person who wrote it."

"I'll rewrite it, although there are mistakes."

"But Prince, he still can't recognize him."

The young Taoist's tone was calm and calm, but he had a three-pointed bearing.

In the pool of blood, the rain was dripping, and the sword energy was like frost. The young Taoist wrote the Dapeng Fu in such an environment, and he was still calm and peaceful, but when he wrote, he used the brushwork of the Daoist Lord. Naturally, the sword The meaning is rich and boundless, and an extremely strong self-will has been integrated into this volume of Dapeng Fu.

Since then, there is nothing mysterious about it.

Until the young Taoist raised the pen with his right hand and dropped it, he kept writing, and raised his left hand and turned it into a sword finger.

With a quick sweep.

The Thief-Slaying Sword seemed to have a spirituality. It turned into a sword light and flew directly into the carriage, suspended in the air.

The young Taoist raised his eyes and brushed the sword with his palm.

The tyrannical will rises above the Thief-Slaying Sword.

It seemed that the old man with the broken leg was looking at the sword under the moonlight, angrily and unwillingly roaring to kill the thief.

"Kill a thief..."

The young Taoist stroked the sword.

Back then, the child who had a chance to escape because the iron cavalry tore a hole, now responded to the iron cavalry who turned his back on the common people and went to death: "I will help you."

"Although there is a high probability that it can't be killed."

"But at least it can help you out with this sword."

"In front of all civil and military officials, in the eyes of everyone, in the midst of the queen of heaven, smash his sage's flawless aura."

"That's the way to go."

"Everyone's wish, since Pindao has fulfilled it, even if there is no way to do it immediately, at least some interest will be charged first."

Then the young Taoist picked up the pen, and took the last obsession and unwillingness of the Iron Armored Xuanqi as the ink, and the world of mortals as the pen. In this rain of swords, on the pool of blood, they concentrated as one, and completed the Dapeng Fu in one go. The last few words, and then when he picked up the pen, the pen made of the hair of Xiaoyue Silver Wolf seemed to be unable to bear the momentum, and slowly crumbled and dissipated.

The words on Dapeng Fu dimly lit up, and then disappeared again.

Qi Wuhuo had seen Uncle Niu make old ones, so he tried it once in a decent way.

It makes this Dapeng Fu not look so new.

Then he rolled it up and put it back in the original place. The rain drizzled away the smell of blood and the heavenly secrets. The prince was originally cautious, but now that he has experienced the previous things, he will become cautious and suspicious. Even some frightened birds.

But presenting Dapeng Fu was his last chance to curry favor with the emperor.

Even if you have some doubts, there is nothing you can do.

The young Taoist stood up, turned around and got off the carriage. The rain fell like a sword, and the souls of the thirty-odd Qianlongguards were gone. Only Zhou Nuchang seemed to be alive, holding on desperately, resisting the sword falling like rain , when he was young, both his parents passed away, and he lived from time to time. Even in the palace, he was able to climb step by step to the position of Qianlong Weizuo commander. No matter good or evil, he is always extremely resilient.

It wasn't until he saw the dossier in Qi Wuhuo's hand that his expression changed drastically, as if he faintly collapsed.

The young Taoist didn't draw his sword.

Clasping hands and giving a slight salute, he said, "You have rescued more than 3000 people in ten years."

"Although this gift is thin."

"Thank you so much."

The young Taoist stood up straight, swept his sleeve robe, and the volume fell down, swept by the innate qi, and turned into a raging flame. Each name was sin, redemption, killing, salvation, and the past. , It was persistence, but it was completely engulfed by the flames. Zhou Nuchang roared and subconsciously rushed over, as if this thing was more important than life.

There was a clanging sword.

The sword in the palm of the young Taoist was out of its sheath, and with a horizontal blow, Zhou Nuchang's soul was shattered and turned into powder. He was full of sin, persistence, and struggle. The sins of this life will no longer exist from now on. When it was in the scabbard, Zhou Nuchang's soul mixed with the ashes of that volume, and then was blown by the wind, never to be seen again.

"Slaughtering demons and demons, the wind and fire will never stop. Thousands of slaughters, thousands of slaughters."

"The three souls are scattered forever, and the seven souls are lost."

The young Taoist holds a sword in one hand, and Dao Jue with his left hand, reciting the true formula.

The sleeves are hanging down, the body is bleak, the wind is bleak.

It is no longer to vent anger and kill the enemy, but to end cause and effect.

Just put the sword back in the sheath.

One cause and one effect, one drink and one peck, repaying the cause and repaying the effect, this is the robbery of this body.

The little peacock asked curiously: "Aqi, Aqi, what does he want to do?"

The young Taoist thought for a while and replied:
"do not know."

"He's dead, no one knows."

"I don't want to know either."

The sleeve robe fell down, the Taoist drew out his sword, left words on the stone wall, and then walked away holding the sword.

There is always some feedback on the death of Qianlongwei Zuo Commander. In his sleep, the prince suddenly saw a young Taoist, riding an ox cart with colorful birds on his shoulders. After cutting it off, the prince's eyes widened, but he still couldn't see the young Taoist's face clearly, he could only hear the wailing of millions of people.

I was writhing in pain, but I heard those wailing people suddenly burst into laughter.

They stretch out their hands as if they want to pull themselves into the endless hell.

The severed left hand was pinching his own throat, as if trying to strangle him to death.

The prince woke up from the fright, lost his mind and soul during the day, and was unable to speak for a long time, so he knew the news of Zhou Nuchang's accident, so he ordered his subordinates to search for it. On one side of the stone wall, there are engraved names one by one, all of them are old soldiers left by the Xuanjia Army, 27 names, like 27 pairs of eyes.

Staring at this pool of blood like a river, staring at the noble prince.

Let's see when you will die!

The murderer is an old friend of Jinzhou! ! !
The prince was frightened, and asked if Dapeng Fu was there?
The man replied: "Except for the death of many Qianlong guards, the gold and silver, treasures, land deeds, including the volume of Dapeng Fu are all still there. The murderer seems to be just for revenge, not for wealth."

"Everything is still there, everything is still there..."

The prince knew that the Dapeng Fu was still there, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured that it's okay, it's okay, his complexion changed several times, first he became pale when he knew the news, and then he relaxed, reappearing a strange redness, after murmuring for a long time after losing his mind , Hastily ordered the local officials to collect the corpses of the Qianlong guards, and then send the Dapeng Fu.

After reading it, it was indeed Dapeng's Fu, so I was slightly relieved, but so far I was still terrified, unable to sleep day and night, and every time I woke up, I seemed to see the young Taoist calmly as if ruthless, but The flat and vast eyes that encompassed everything were filled with palpitations.

So he gritted his teeth, got up overnight, and issued an order.

He dispatched 500 guards to protect himself, left Zhongzhou overnight, and went straight to the capital with [Dapeng Fu].

The sudden change made the prince frightened, and made the original future emperor change his original plan.

Everyone was very curious, wondering where did this change come from?
But after the murder, the young Taoist didn't go back to Lianyang Temple, but went to the mountains along the way.

Visit an old friend.

(End of this chapter)