Martial Arts of Longevity: Starting from the prison guards

Chapter 170

The man in the white sword robe has a face like a jade crown.

She looks about 50 years old, but those eyes are extremely vicissitudes, and they are deeply filled with the endless cycle of time.

He is Feng Chuyi, the sword cultivator patriarch of Taichu Jianmen, a super first-rank powerhouse in the world.

The remaining nine people are Sword Venerable Li Qingbai, Jianzheng Xu Feng, Baiyun Daoist Junior Master Uncle Meng Yuanjun, Abbot Xingyun Master of the Great Buddha Temple, Nantian Demon Lord, Venerable Tianlei, Patriarch Beiming, Master of Wangui Sect, Ten Outside Ten Xiao Feng, the head of the eight demons.

What annoyed Li Qingbai was that Feng Chu invited them to Taichu Jianmen with a world-class one, and secretly used the fish-dragon sword formation on Taichu Sword Mountain to trap them. It would be shameless to do so.

The most incomprehensible is the Nantian Demon Lord, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect Master, and Xiao Feng, the head of the Eighteen Demons Beyond Heaven.

The Great Zhou Dynasty is fighting, don't care about their shit, it's enough to invite them to be trapped in this fish-dragon canyon.

"Brother Li, you and I haven't seen each other for many years. When we meet, we fight and kill. How hurtful is it? Why don't you sit down with Fengmou to drink tea, enjoy the Yulongchi, and just look at the changes in the world? Wouldn't it be nice? ?”

Feng Chuyi smiled slightly.

Li Qingbai raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help staring at the clear pond not far away, which was a meter square. He saw red koi, white koi, black koi, yellow koi and other fish swimming in the pond.

This pond is the famous Fish Dragon Pond in Jianmen in the early days.

The so-called fish-dragon sword formation also uses the square pond as the center of the formation.

On the first day of Fengchu, besides traveling around the world, he often sat in front of Yulongchi.

Although the Yulongchi is about ten feet square, the power of the sword array is extraordinary, and everyone present has seen it before.

Li Qingbai sneered, and sat on the bluestone slab, sneered: "What do you mean, everyone sits here and watches, no one interferes, right?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Li Qingbai, and then at Feng Chuyi.

Meng Yuanjun, the junior uncle of Baiyun Taoist Temple, looks like he is in his 40s. He is wearing a Baiyun sword robe, leaning against the trunk of an ancient pine tree, with a sword glow in his eyes.

"Is the title of state religion so important to you in the early days of Jianmen?"

"People who are clearly buried in the loess above their heads, what else do you want to disturb?"

Seeing Feng Chuyi staring at Yulongchi with a smile and saying nothing, the corner of Meng Yuanjun's mouth twitched coldly: "Don't meddle with Taichu Jianmen, isn't it just the title of state religion? My Baiyun Taoist temple gave you Taichu Jianmen."

Everyone stared at Feng Chuyi, maybe they felt that Feng Chuyi was old and confused, or maybe it was because of the silence for so long that the world had forgotten that there was another Feng Chuyi in this world.

So Feng Chuyi intends to let the people of the world get to know him in the beginning of Jianmen again?

I saw Feng Chu smiled and said: "Brother Yuan Jun, impatience is a big taboo for us cultivators. Why don't you sit down and enjoy the old man's fish-dragon pool together, maybe you can see another world!"

Meng Yuanjun raised his eyebrows, this old guy doesn't even mention a word about the war, but he just pretends it's all about the war.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a light blue robe also had a jade-like face and picturesque eyebrows.

This person is the master of the Myriad Ghosts Sect. He doesn't feel scary at all, but he is very gentle from his appearance.

He stared at Feng Chuyi with heavy eyebrows:

"One Sword Immortal, I'm not in the mood to accompany you here to watch some fish and dragon pools. Even if the Great Zhou Dynasty changes hands, I, Wan Guimen, will not get involved in it, and will only watch you have fun."

The voice fell, and the figure of the master of the Wangui sect was about to leave in a flash.

hold head high!
In an instant, an extremely huge sword array appeared above the head, and the dragon chant shook the sky.

With a flash of sword light, it was so powerful that it suppressed the soaring Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect Master in the valley.

"you!"

The master of Wangui Sect stood in the air, staring at Feng Chuyi: "Believe it or not, everyone present joined forces to push your Sword Gate of Absolute Beginning?"

"Well said, this seat also has this intention."

The person who responded, was wearing a black and red robe, with curly hair and loose hair. He looked very young, but he also gave people a very strange feeling. That kind of strangeness like a beautiful painting, this person is the Nanjiang Yaozu demon master.

"The monster army of this seat has long been waiting to attack Da Zhou, and withdrew the fish-dragon sword formation. This seat promises that the monster army will not attack Da Zhou within ten years, otherwise...!"

The Demon Lord Nantian didn't continue, but his eyes flashed with playful coldness.

"Amitabha!"

Master Xingyun clasped his hands together, glanced at Nantian Yaozhu and said: "The benefactor is already the first rank in the world, and if he goes up, he will break away from the mundane world and achieve a positive result."

"If it only increases the killing karma, I'm afraid it will be difficult to cultivate the fruit, and you will even get farther and farther away from the benefactor, and eventually become a demon."

"Shut up, donkey."

Nantian Yaozhu glanced at Master Xingyun, "Different paths, different ways of walking, you are a smelly monk, just recite your own scriptures, and teach me?"

"This seat is a demon, born with the law of the jungle, and what I cultivate is the way of killing?"

"Are you persuading me not to allow killing? It will only increase the karma of killing? Isn't that making me run in the opposite direction!"

Hearing this, everyone glanced at Demon Lord Nantian, the old demon's mind became much smarter.

"Amitabha!"

Master Xingyun shook his head helplessly. He knew that the Nantian Demon Lord was a fallacy, but he didn't bother to refute it.

At this time, Feng Chuyi smiled and said, "Everyone, don't argue."

"The old man invited you here, not to fight, but simply to appreciate the Fish Dragon Pond!"

"Let's take a look together, look at the mountains and rivers, the world of mortals..."

Speaking of Feng Chuyi, with a swipe of his palm, the water surface of the Yulong Pond changed, like a mirror, and he could see the territory of tens of thousands of miles in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

On the first day of Fengchu, a random close-up picture was taken of the Langlang Mountain, which was not too far from the Sword Gate of Absolute Beginning.

Watching a black tiger rushing up a mountain at lightning speed, a young man in armor was full of vigor.

After getting up, he followed three thousand black tiger riders and galloped towards him.

"Da Zhou's Black Tiger Cavalry?" The Nantian Demon Master slightly lowered his brows, and said, "Didn't the Black Tiger Cavalry general, Pei Tong, be killed?"

No one responded to him, they all stared curiously at the Three Thousand Black Tiger Riders, what were they doing in Langlang Mountain?
Do you want to attack Yongzhou?

Feng Chuyi sat on the white stone, motionless, but his old eyes sparkled with curiosity. It is said that the black tiger was riding in Yunzhou, why did three thousand black tigers suddenly run into Yongzhou?

But soon, Feng Chuyi and the others were dumbfounded.

Because that young man in armor rushed towards Lang City one by one and one tiger, and broke into the city in an instant, rushing all the way, even the thousand black dragon riders couldn't stop him.

After a cup of tea, Langcheng surrendered.

"Haha... Interesting!"

Li Qingbai became interested for a moment, pinched his chin, stared at the water surface of Yulongchi, laughed and said: "This kid has a future."

Supervisor Xu Feng nodded: "The god of killing descends, and the world slaughters people, but his life is not very good. However, in his limited life, he can create infinite miracles."

Hearing this, everyone looked at Xu Feng, even Feng Chuyi stared deeply at Xu Feng.

Although Xu Fengxiu has not reached the super first rank, he is the best deduction in the world, and he can spy a little bit of secrets.

"Hahaha... this old man never believes in bad luck."

Li Qingbai was lying on the bluestone, holding his head in one hand, and pouring wine into his mouth with the wine pot in the other hand: "When I was seven years old, a fortune teller said that I would not survive."

"Later, the old man lived to be a hundred years old, and the fortune-telling grandson died!"

"Do you think it's ridiculous?"

"Destiny? Shit's destiny, fate is in my hands, whoever dares to take it will kill him? God can't do it either!"

Everyone looked deeply at Li Qingbai, Li Qingbai's aura was still as rigid as ever, Lao Tzu is invincible in heaven and earth, you just act casually.

Xu Feng smiled faintly: "Jianzun said yes, although fate has a fixed number, it will also change due to luck. This is how he looks at this time, maybe it will be different next time."

"That's right, the old man just said, where is the destiny? If you want to live long, you have to fight with people and heaven." Li Qingbai glanced at Feng Chuyi while drinking wine.

Feng Chuyi sat quietly, staring at Pei Tianbei's figure, silent.

……

Pingcheng.

Army camp.

In one of the largest tents, Mu Yan was seriously injured and was still in a coma.

Zhu Qingyun's blow caused great damage to his heart. Although he took a lot of pills, he couldn't stop the injury.

Xue Jingnian, Mao Junchen, Chen Kai, Chen Hu, Gu Wushuang and others were all in the big tent, waiting for Mu Yan to wake up.

For almost a day, there was no movement from Mu Yan.

"General!"

At this time, some soldiers rushed into the camp and said to Mao Junchen: "A group of people came outside, claiming to be from the Baiyun Taoist Temple, the leader is the Baiyun Temple Master, and they said they came to help the battle."

"White Cloud Temple Lord??"

Everyone was stunned, only to hear Xue Jingnian say: "Senior is coming, please hurry up."

As he spoke, he personally led the crowd out of the camp to invite Guanzhu Baiyun and others.

"I have met the senior Guanzhu."

Xue Jingnian stepped forward and saluted the Lord Baiyun, who was dressed in a white sword robe: "Marshal was seriously injured and unconscious, unable to leave his tent to greet him, this junior and others came here to greet him."

Lord Baiyun smiled and nodded, "Go and see Marshal Mu."

Xue Jingnian nodded, "Master please."

Immediately, he led Baiyun Guanzhu and others to the big tent. Baiyun Guanzhu personally fed Mu Yan with the healing elixir, and then sat cross-legged to heal his injuries.

About half an hour later, Mu Yan slowly opened his eyes, but his breath was still weak.

"It hurts the heart and lungs, and cannot circulate the true energy. After taking the healing elixir of the temple master, it will take three days to activate the true essence for self-healing. During these three days, Marshal Mu must not activate the true essence." The temple master Baiyun stood up and warned. .

Only then did Mu Yan realize that it was Baiyun Temple Master who healed him, and he got excited: "Monastery Master, are you...!?"

"Come to help!"

"Great!"

Hearing that the Lord Baiyun came to help in the battle, Mu Yan was overwhelmed with excitement, feeling that his injury would be healed immediately.

The Lord Baiyun took a look at Mu Yan, and didn't attack him immediately, but said: "The situation is not optimistic, Marshal Mu should recuperate first."

Mu Yan nodded, he also knew that the situation was not very good.

After all, with the participation of the second-rank powerhouse, the first-rank powerhouse may also participate. This situation is no longer a fight between humans, but a fight between gods.

When gods fight, there is nothing for mortals to do.

In the blink of an eye one day.

Mu Yan was so injured that he was able to get out of bed and walk around. Putting on his golden armor, he began to ask about the casualties in Yunzhou City.

After listening to their respective reports, Mu Yan's face was a little solemn.

Black Tiger Cavalry originally had [-] troops, but now they have lost [-], and half of the remaining [-] Black Tiger Cavalry were injured.

There are [-] flying dragon riders left, half of the wounded.

Forty-nine thousand iron Buddhas were killed, thousands of people were lost, and there were not many wounded.

Twenty-five thousand Golden Knife Guards lost 5000 troops and [-] wounded.

There were 6 Zhenmo cavalry, [-] were damaged, and [-] were wounded.

As for the cavalry led by Yu Chenglai, there were less than 3000 left and 2 infantry.

Mu Yan shook his head and said: "The infantry is useless on the battlefield. Take [-] infantry to Zhuxian City and transform them all into cavalry. They will practice riding and shooting day and night, and they will be ready at any time."

"It's the general." Yu Chenglai nodded.

Mu Yan glanced at him and said, "Where's General Hua Xiong?"

Hearing this, everyone was silent.

But Gu Wushuang said: "Return to Marshal, he died in battle."

After hearing this, Mu Yan just nodded calmly.

On the battlefield, dying in battle is a very normal thing, and it is also a glorious thing.

He stared at the afterglow of the setting sun outside the big tent, thinking of Pei Tianbei in his heart, wondering if that young man did it?

"Report!"

A soldier rushed into the tent, bowed and said: "Marshal, a man outside who called himself Lin Jian said he was here to help."

"Please!"

Mu Yan waved his big hand, and suddenly said: "Wait a minute, what kind of cultivation is this person here?"

"Back to Marshal, I don't know...oh, he said he belongs to the Ziyang Sect." The soldier remembered and said.

"Ziyang sect?"

Mu Yan got up quickly, and said, "I will invite you personally."

Immediately leading the crowd out of the big tent, Gu Wushuang, who was following behind the crowd, had a look of hope in his eyes, but also a serious look.

After a while, before the camp, everyone saw a young man in Tsing Yi with a light purple long sword on his back. The young man was full of stubble, giving people a very lazy feeling.

"Muyan, my brother is a disciple of Ziyang Sect, right?"

"Ziyangzong Lin Jian, promised Marshal Gu to come to help."

After Lin Jian glanced at Mu Yan, he glanced at everyone.

Hearing this, Mu Yan's eyes lit up and said, "How is Gu Shuai now?"

Lin Jiandao: "He is very good, but he feels ashamed of the Empress, and he has no face to return to Beijing and Zhou, and wants to escape from the world for the time being."

Mu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as people are fine.

Gu Wushuang bit his lip and said, "Where is the other person?"

Lin Jian looked at Gu Wushuang and said, "You are?"

Gu Wushuang said: "I am Gu Wushuang."

"Oh, you are Gu Wushuang!"

Lin Jian looked at Gu Wushuang meaningfully, and said: "Your father said, don't look for him, let you follow the commander in chief to win this battle, and then quit the town magic department..."

After speaking, Lin Jian didn't continue talking, and said: "Let's talk about winning this battle."

Gu Wushuang could roughly guess what Lin Jian was going to say later, it must be that her father wanted her to quit the Town Magic Division, restore her daughter's costume, and find a good man to marry.

She nodded: "Mr. Lin, thank you for saving my father."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Lin Jian waved his hand, and followed Mu Yan into the camp.

"I'm ashamed, I was kind enough to save Gu Shuai's life, but I didn't expect that Yongshan King would take advantage of it, publicize it wantonly, create public opinion, and even let Zhu Qingyun hurt you."

"unacceptable!"

When Lin Jian said that, he was also very angry, and said: "Marshal Mu, don't worry, I, Ziyangzong, will stand by the imperial army and fight to the death with that rebel."

"Especially that Zhu Qingyun, leave it to me, and I will deal with him."

Mu Yan was overjoyed when he heard the words, with Lin Jian and Baiyun Guanzhu joining, the imperial army has two second-rank powerhouses.

Just as he was beaming with joy, he suddenly found two people standing beside the tent not far away.

A man with white hair and white clothes, looks very young, holding a scroll in his hand.

One has a full head of gorgeous hair and looks like an old man in his sixties, with a big writing brush hanging from his waist.

"The two seniors are...!?"

Mu Yan could tell at a glance that the two were experts, but he didn't know them.

"Zhuge Xiangru."

"Wang Xizhi."

Bing Sheng and Scholar smiled and reported their names.

When Mu Yan heard this, his expression became serious, and he quickly walked up to the two of them and bowed deeply: "I pay my respects to the two senior Confucian saints."

Lin Jian and the others also walked over quickly, saluting the two senior Confucian saints respectfully.

"With the help of Senior Bingsheng, this battle will definitely be won!" Mu Yan was extremely excited.

Zhuge Xiangru shook his head secretly, and followed Mu Yan into the big tent.

The crowd followed closely behind and filed in.

Seeing the Lord Baiyun, he greeted him naturally.

"Marshal Mu, you can't put all your hopes on me, Zhuge."

Zhuge Xiangru looked at Mu Yan and said: "If there is no second-rank expert to participate, I, Zhuge, will definitely win this battle."

"But now you have to understand that King Yongshan is also inviting second-rank powerhouses to join the battle."

"As far as I know, there are Zhu Qingyun, Ji Fengyang, Feng Chen, the deputy lord of Bazong, the deputy head of Shengwu Hall, and the demon emperor Bai Ze of the southern border demon clan."

"He has already invited six second-rank powerhouses to help him in the battle."

"I don't know how many second-rank powerhouses are there in the imperial court?"

Hearing this, there was a dead silence in the tent.

Mu Yan stared at Zhuge Xiangru for a long time without saying a word.

The eyes of the Baiyun temple master flickered slightly. When she saw Mu Yanshi before, she said that the situation was not optimistic, which was almost the same.

There are not many second-rank powerhouses in the world, and there are only 50 people including good and evil monsters.

Excluding those who are idle in the clouds and wild cranes, and those who return to seclusion and don't care about world affairs, there are at most more than 30 people.

More than 30 people are not all involved in this kind of war, some people just watch the excitement.

It is already a great skill to invite six or seven second-rank powerhouses to help in the battle.

Looking at the imperial court, there are four people, Guanzhu Baiyun, Lin Jian, Shusheng, and Bingsheng.

Most chess masters and painting masters will stand on the side of the court.

However, Confucian saints are at a disadvantage against second-rank martial arts and immortal powerhouses.

Therefore, chess masters and painting masters may not show up to help.

Zhuge Xiangru sighed lightly and said, "I'm not trying to create pressure on you, it's just like that in fact, let you know in advance, so you know what to expect."

"Don't think that this battle must be won just because of my appearance. It also depends on how many second-rank powerhouses the opponent dispatches."

Xue Jingnian raised his eyebrows and said, "Senior Bingsheng, according to your opinion, the victory or defeat of this battle depends entirely on the number of second-rank powerhouses on both sides?"

Zhuge Xiangru glanced at Xue Jingnian and said: "It wasn't before, but now it is. There are many second-rank powerhouses, and they will win no matter what they fight."

"You need to know that a second-rank strongman can withstand 20 iron cavalry."

"The four of us blocked the opponent's four second ranks, but there are two more, which is equivalent to 40 cavalry, plus our own 70 million cavalry. Isn't it very easy to swallow more than 20 cavalry in the camp?"

In an instant, the faces of Xue Jingnian, Mao Junchen, Chen Kai, Gu Wushuang, Zuo Hongchen and others in the camp were gloomy.

"Master Mu, please allow me to leave for three days." Zuo Hongchen stood up and said.

The Zuo family is a big clan of cultivators in Qingzhou, and there is also a second-rank strongman in the family, if they can invite them to help in the battle, there will be more hope.

At this moment, Chen Hu suddenly said: "We still have a sixth-rank expert."

Everyone's eyes fell on him, Chen Hu glanced at Zuo Hongchen and the others: "Have you forgotten, Mr. Lu, he is also a second-rank powerhouse."

"Lu Ning?"

Gu Wushuang's eyes widened: "Yes, why did you forget about him?"

Mao Junchen and other people who didn't know Lu Ning couldn't help lowering their eyebrows: "Lu Ning, is the personal bodyguard next to the empress? Is he a second-rank powerhouse?"

Xue Jingnian also looked shocked, is Lu Ning a second rank?

At this moment, Baiyun Guanzhu said: "He can't come, there must be someone guarding the imperial city."

Gu Wushuang lowered his brows and said, "Guard Master, isn't there someone guarding the imperial city, senior Jian Zun and senior Jian Zheng?"

The master of Baiyun looked at Gu Wushuang and said: "If the two of them are here, how can there be a second-rank powerhouse on the battlefield?"

"Hey, there is an open and secret fight between the five great immortal sects. You just need to know that even the first-rank powerhouses in the world can't control this matter."

"The second-rank powerhouse is currently the most powerful existence. Whoever has the most support from the second-rank powerhouse will be the final winner."

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Baiyun Guanzhu said: "Jingzhou is an important place. At present, you only see that the enemy of the imperial army is King Yongshan, but don't forget that there is also King Anshan in Anzhou."

"Xuannu Palace didn't agree to my invitation. It should be supporting King Anshan, but King Yongshan is very powerful now. He asked Palace Mistress Xuannv to go to King Yongshan's tent, which shows that he intends to join hands with King Yongshan."

"Now, do you still think this battle is easy to fight?"

"Doesn't Jingzhou need guards?"

The Lord Baiyun glanced at everyone and said, "The most dangerous thing now is not us, but Jing Zhou."

"The king of Yongshan sent [-] cavalry to besiege Jingzhou. How long can Jingzhou last?"

"Lu Ning can't come because he wants to control the battle array."

Inside the camp, there was silence.

……

Two days in a blink of an eye.

May [-]th.

King Yongshan still appointed Tu Chenglong as the marshal, Zhu Qingyun and others helped to attack Pingcheng, and Pingcheng fell in just half a day.

Although Mu Yan's injuries are good, his cultivation has not fully recovered.

With 20 cavalry, as well as Baiyun Guanzhu and others retreated to Taichang City.

Taichang City is larger than Pingcheng City, and there are only [-] guards in the city, which are useless at all.

Soldier Zhuge Xiangru used half of his Confucian spirit to create a fog defense outside Taichang City, allowing the army to temporarily rest for three days.

Because Taichang City fell, they could only retreat to Zhuxian City.

If Zhuxian City is lost, it will not be able to stop the Yongshan King's army.

Experience: 6000 million points.

Sitting in the Hall of Justice, Lu Ning glanced at the catalog of Heaven's Punishment.

Not enough to upgrade Jinlei Buddha, he took a deep breath, got up and went to Tianji Building.

The only good news from Tianji Tower was that Pei Tianbei pushed Yongzhou quietly.

In two days, most of Yongzhou's cities fell, and Pei Tianpei killed more than [-] enemy generals alone, and countless other rebels.

Until the evening, Lu Ning got the news from Tianjilou that Pei Tianbei had captured the last city in Yongzhou and beheaded 56 enemy generals.

"Cattle!"

Lu Ning nodded secretly.

The sunset is like blood.

In the southeast of Yongzhou, there were three thousand black tiger riders, not one of them was missing. Everyone looked at the blood-soaked boy like a god.

"Everyone listens to the order, rests for half an hour, and replenishes food."

"Then follow this general and head to Yezhou to raid the Silver Armor Army."

"It's the general!"

3000 people agreed in unison.

Pei Tianbei turned around and grinned, took out a braised chicken and a wine jug, and ate and drank.

Half an hour later, I was full of wine and food.

"set off!"

Pei Tianbei didn't have any nonsense, he only had one belief in his heart, to push the traitor down, avenge his father, and protect the world for the empress and sister.

Three thousand black tiger riders galloped away and disappeared in Yongzhou in a blink of an eye.

That night.

Lu Ning, who was having dinner at the mansion, hurried back to Zhenmensi before finishing the meal.

He walked into the secret room, inserted the eye of the ten-direction killing formation into the round hole of the formation, and a beam of light lit up from the formation platform, rushed out from the secret room of the formation, and instantly reflected the night sky above the imperial city.

In just a moment, the large array of moats opened.

After finishing, Lu Ning flew towards the palace in a flash.

In a short while, he arrived at Yongle Palace.

"Who?"

Fang Xuewu outside the Yongle Palace was taken aback. After seeing clearly that it was Lu Ning, he hurriedly saluted: "I have met Master Lu."

Lu Ning nodded and walked towards the main hall. The empress was still reading with Bai Wei's company. Seeing Lu Ning coming at this time, her expression froze and she said, "Call?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, King Anshan has brought a hundred thousand cavalry and has already traveled hundreds of miles away from the capital, and the siege of the city is only a matter of half a stick." There was no panic on Lu Ning's face, and he was even completely excited.

Finally it was his turn to show off his might.

But the empress on the dragon chair was panicked.

"Go to the Confucius Institute quickly, arrest Zhou Yi, and use him to force King Anshan to retreat." The empress hurriedly said to Lu Ning.

Lu Ning nodded: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, with me here, King Anshan will never even think about entering Beijing."

The empress was speechless: "I know you are powerful, but at this time, can you stop talking big and go quickly."

Lu Ning nodded helplessly, turned and left the palace.

Then he left the city quickly and came to Zhengtian Peak Confucius Courtyard.

"Boy Lu."

Seeing Lu Ning coming, Su Zhengjing directly stopped Lu Ning and invited Lu Ning upstairs for tea.

"The old man knows what you want to do, is it right to catch Zhouyi?"

"Yes, it is for him."

"That can't be done. He is a student of the Confucius Institute. Even if his father rebels, you can't use him as a shield." Su Zhengjing shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Lu Ning raised his eyebrows: "Pedantic."

Su Zhengjing shook his head and said: "Whatever you say, this is the principle of the academy. If he leaves after graduating from the academy, then you can deal with him whatever you want, but not now."

Lu Ning chuckled, and said to himself: "It doesn't matter, it's the same with or without Zhouyi..."

Just as he was speaking, his face suddenly changed, and he disappeared on the top floor of the study building in an instant, and left at a fast speed.

Su Zhengjing was slightly stunned, standing by the window, staring at the imperial city above the night sky.

Suddenly raised his eyebrows: "The prison is in turmoil?"

……

"Mo Jiu, you really want to die!"

In the dungeon, Chen Tianqi's vicissitudes of life came out.

He never expected that Mo Jiu would release all the felons on the third floor of the prison, and not only that, but also kill all the jailers on the third floor.

Even half of the felons in the cell on the second floor were released. If it wasn't for the huge movement, he wouldn't have noticed any problems.

On the first floor of the prison, Mo Jiu rescued Zhou Xiao, and killed the two cell leaders Zhao Bing and Wang Dao who came to stop him with one palm.

Zhou Hao brought people to come, but he was also slapped away by Mo Jiu's palm, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"My lord, let's go!"

Mo Jiu grabbed Zhou Xiao and rushed out of the dungeon, but just as they rushed out, Chen Tianqi rushed out of the dungeon and hit Mo Jiu with a palm.

Mo Jiu turned around and slapped Chen Tianqi.

"You, half-step second grade?" Chen Tianqi was slightly stunned.

"Hahaha...Chen Tianqi, if you don't guard the sky prison, what's the use of arresting this old man?" Mo Jiu laughed loudly, grabbed Zhou Xiao and rushed out of the city.

King Anshan's soldiers and horses arrived soon, and took advantage of this opportunity to create chaos, making it impossible for the generals defending the city to stop them.

"Old Chen, you suppress the repeat offenders, Mo Jiu will leave it to me!"

Just when Chen Tianqi was at a loss as to whether he should be suppressing the repeat offenders or arresting Mo Jiu, a sound transmission sound entered his ears.

"Little Lu?"

Chen Tianqi nodded secretly, but he was a little worried, and said via voice transmission: "Mo Jiu is a half-step second rank, be careful...!"

Before Chuanyin finished speaking, he saw a huge Vajra Fist figure, which knocked Mo Jiu to the ground.

"Good guy!!"

Chen Tianqi was shocked, and without further ado, he rushed towards the felon rushing out of the prison.

……

puff!
Mo Jiu took Zhou Xiaohong and smashed the ground open, lying down in the pit and vomiting blood.

"Who?"

Although Mo Jiu vomited blood, but the injury did not stop, he protected Zhou Xiao and shouted angrily.

He didn't see who was attacking him at all just now, but when he looked up, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Lu Ning?"

With his hands behind his back, Lu Ning stood not far away, staring at Mo Jiu coldly: "It's really unexpected that Wen Ren Tang said Mo Mo before he died, so it was you."

Before that, Lu Ning didn't want to understand it. When he felt the riot in the sky prison and Mo Jiu was releasing the repeat criminals in the sky prison, he suddenly understood.

When Wenren Tang died, he said "Mo Momo..." It was Mo Jiu.

"You hid in the dungeon just for this day?" Lu Ning stared at Mo Jiu and asked.

"That's right, who wants to stay in a dark prison forever." Mo Jiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Ning nodded secretly: "It's a pity that you didn't get the timing right. King Anshan's army still needs a cup of tea to besiege the city. If you are so anxious to release the repeat criminals in the prison, they will not be able to escape right now."

Mo Jiu sneered: "Those repeat offenders have already recovered most of their cultivation. How could Chen Tianqi suppress them alone?"

Lu Ning's consciousness was swept away. Of the nineteen serious criminals on the third floor, five escaped, and the rest were all suppressed by Mo Jiu.

The five people who escaped were Bian Dao, Pi Shihu, Jing Tianjing, the Ghost Elder of Nether Temple, and the Deputy Head of Blood Demon.

After Lu Ning swept away his consciousness, he stared at Mo Jiu coldly.

next moment.

With a wave of his palm, a blue-red light flashed around his waist, and a sword light blinked in front of Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu still wanted to resist, but Chunqiu sword pierced his chest in an instant.

"impossible!"

Mo Jiu's face was full of disbelief, he didn't even block a single sword.

It's just that after he finished speaking, he couldn't make any sound anymore.

Lu Ning flashed in front of Zhou Xiao, and Zhou Xiao had already been overwhelmed by Lu Ning's strength.

Seeing Lu Ning's pointing, he didn't even react, and rolled his eyes for a moment and passed out on the ground.

Lu Ning didn't stay, and disappeared like a gust of wind.

When it reappeared, it was beside an old monk who was running around.

While running, the old monk looked towards the prison to see if Chen Tianqi had caught up, but he didn't notice that someone was touching his bald head.

"Who?"

In an instant, the old monk Bian Dao froze and almost fell from the night sky.

"The one who killed you!"

An indifferent voice rang in Monk Bian Dao's ears, and then a cold glow passed over his neck.

next moment.

Bian Dao found that there was only the sound of wind in his ears, swept away his consciousness, and couldn't help screaming.

Because he only has his head left, and his body is long gone.

In a street and alley, just before the consciousness of the side road dissipated, he discovered one thing in utter dismay, that is, the person who killed him took his head to smash another felon.

Is the person who killed him a human?
Pi Shihu hid in the dark, thinking that it was impossible for Chen Tianqi to find him, but he didn't expect that he would be discovered just after hiding.

And there was another head on him, he turned his face and looked, isn't this the head of the old monk next door to me?

Roar!
In an instant, Pi Shihu turned into a demon tiger with a body length of more than ten meters, and roared to the sky.

"Hehe, I'm afraid I won't see you!?"

A sneer sounded, and then a blue-red sword light fell from the night sky, directly inserted into the tiger demon king's head, and nailed the tiger demon king to the ground.

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(End of this chapter)