I have a volume of human scriptures

Chapter 190

The old man Wen Sheng was stunned.

Let's talk about it before, although I know that it was Wu Yong who cut off his head with a sword under the imperial decree, and it was not Zhao Weixian who did such a vicious thing of killing his fellow disciples.

But as to why his god was in Zhao Weixian's hands, the old man Wen Sheng only guessed that it was because after his death, Zhao Weixian obtained his god by some means.

But listening to him now... Zhao Weixian got it before he died?
Or did you hand it over...by yourself?
The old man Wensheng looked at Yu Chen, he knew that Yu Chen could see the revolving lanterns of ghosts.

The latter nodded slightly.

The old man Wen Sheng frowned tightly.

Just listen to Zhao Weixian continue to speak, telling what happened that night.

That night, just a moment before Wu Yong raised his sword and cut off the head of the next saint.

Zhao Weixian was called home by the old man Wensheng.

Then the Great Xia Wensheng took out an iron box and handed it to him.

He didn't say what was inside, but said that he was going to have a catastrophe in the near future, and he wanted to hand over the things inside the cast iron box to Zhao Weixian for safekeeping.

Zhao Wei first asked what was the matter, but the old man Wen Sheng didn't say anything, just let him accept it.

Zhao Weixian had no choice but to go back with the cast iron box.

As a result, that night, as soon as he left, Old Man Wen Sheng's head was beheaded by his apprentice Wu Yong.

Zhao Wei's ancestors were all stupid.

He really didn't expect that the "robbery" that the senior brother said was...the emperor wanted to kill him!
After knowing this, Zhao Weixian couldn't believe it!

What secret treasure?
What defection?
He would rather believe that the emperor defected, and he would not believe that his senior brother, Daxia Wensheng, Li Huan, who is full of peaches and plums, would defect with the so-called secret treasure!
What's more, if Li Huan really wanted to do something, could he have Wu Yong's head chopped off?

——When he was a student, Wu Yong even washed the feet of old Wen Sheng!

That's how respectful it is!

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Weixian finally opened the cast iron box.

I wanted to see if there was anything in it that could prove my brother was innocent.

But it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, he just made others stupid!

Inside this cast iron box is a bloody brain!
No wonder the old man Wen Sheng was wearing a hat uncharacteristically when he handed things over to him!

It turned out that at that time he had already lifted his skull and took out his brain!
But knowing this is useless!
Zhao Weixian was like this, with the old man Wen Sheng's mind in his mouth, for several months.

Until last night, the Yin Division judge broke in and snatched it away.

"The judge of the Yin Division, I thought he was acting rampant, but he was just a chivalrous man, I didn't expect..." Zhao Weixian sighed.

Yu Chen: "..."

He sighed, and Sen Luo's grimace grew out from under the flesh and blood, which shocked Zhao Weixian directly!

"you?!"

"Mr. Zhao, I am the judge of the Yin Division." Yu Chen shook his head and said, "But last night, I was near the sea."

Zhao Weixian was stunned.

The old man Wensheng also nodded, "The old man was with him at the time."

"Then...someone is framing you?" Zhao Weixian didn't doubt the truth of this statement.

After all, if the mausoleum guard really killed him, then there is no need to bring his ghost back at this moment, just wait for him to be wiped out by the world.

"Yes." Yu Chen nodded.

"Who do you have a grudge against?" Zhao Weixian asked again.

"That's too much."

Yu Chen spread his hands and narrowed his eyes: "But there is probably only one person who can behead you."

In other words, in Jinling at the moment, only one person can do this.

——Big Xia, King of Martial Arts!
In addition to the "resurrection" of the three deceased demon kings, if you insist on saying that there is nothing wrong with the Shenwu king, then Chunchun is treating people like idiots.

One person and two ghosts, I already have guesses in my heart, so I won't say more.

"That's it for now." Yu Chen waved his hand and looked at Zhao Weixian: "Old Mr. Zhao, you can stay with the old man, and leave your last wish to me - I do this myself of."

"Thank you." Zhao Weixian sighed and nodded.

On the contrary, the old man Wensheng was a little curious: "Brother, what is your last wish? Tell me, brother?"

Zhao Weixian glared at him, then turned and left.

Yu Chen also left Durenjing and returned to Wanjialing.

As for Zhao Weixian's last wish, of course he knew about it.

【Five Spiritual Wishes】

【Snow injustice】

【Time limit: None】

【There is a reward after everything is done】

Five-rank spiritual wish, the highest-rank last wish that Yu Chen has come into contact with so far.

The content of Zhao Weixian's last wish is just like its name.

——for his senior brother, Li Huan, a literary sage of the Great Xia, to wash away his grievances!

Let's talk about Zhao Weixian's revolving door, apart from this matter, Yu Chen really didn't see any other last wishes from him.

It belongs to the kind of money that can die in peace anytime.

However, the imperial decree slandered his senior brother Li Huan for stealing the secret treasure, and prepared to defect!
Can this be tolerated?
You just slander me?
Slander my brother?
dreaming too!
Although it sounds outrageous, revolving doors are not deceiving. This Zhao Weixian looks very cold, but in fact he admires his senior brother Li Huan more than anyone else.

His last wish was not even to avenge him, but to let Yu Chen find out the truth about the beheading of old man Wensheng!
Sighing, Yu Chen put away the human scriptures.

Then he took out a black book from the mustard bag, called Shi Shi who was chopping firewood outside, and handed the book to him.

"Stone, from now on, besides doing work, start practicing."

Shitou was stunned, took the black book, grinned and nodded: "Grandfather, Shitou listens to you!"

He didn't know what this book was, and he didn't know what Yu Chen asked him to do.

But father said, benefactor's words are equivalent to his old man's words, it has its own reason, you have to listen!
Even if you let yourself die, there must be benefactor's own considerations!

The black book fell into the stone's hand, and he dripped blood on the book as Yu Chen said, and the book turned into a yellow light, pouring into the stone's body.

"Grandpa, this book... is missing!" Shitou exclaimed!
"You don't care, just follow your feelings." Yu Chen instructed!

"Listen to you!" Stone nodded heavily.

"Also, don't call me benefactor from now on." Yu Chen shook his head, "That sounds weird."

Shitou frowned and thought for a while, then smiled honestly, "The Shitou will call you Master! Father said, all respectable people call Shitou Master! Master! If you have something to do in the future, just tell Shitou!"

Seeing his elated look, Yu Chen rarely said anything, so he let him go.

After that, Shi Shi went out to practice the black book according to his feeling.

And Yu Chen sat back on the bed, thinking about it.

——The black book, named [Tiangang Wuliangjing], was the reward given by the Sutra of Saving Human Beings after fulfilling the last wish of the two chief supervisors and figuring out the alchemy formation near the bottom of the sea.

This Tiangang Sutra is a pure body training and combat classic, which advocates tempering the body countless times, using strength to overcome cleverness, using the body to enter the Tao, stepping on the ground, shaking the sky with fists, and shattering the void!
When practicing to a high level, one punch can collapse mountains and crack seas, destroy cities and pull mountains!
After only knowing this introduction, Yu Chen secretly praised it, it is such a fierce and domineering horror classic.

But this thing is not only overbearing in power, it is even more overbearing towards practitioners!
——After practicing this Tiangang Wuliang Sutra, you can only practice body but not qi, and you can no longer use qi to display supernatural powers.

Naturally, Yu Chen was not suitable, so he just handed it over to Shi Shi to practice.

This silly big guy has high enough loyalty and terrifying physical talent, just right for him to practice this thing.

In the future, if he develops a name and has a strong combat power, it will also be a great help to Yu Chen.

After arranging things, Yu Chen didn't think about the stone anymore.

Instead, he thought about Zhao Weixian's death.

There is no doubt that the other party's goal is old man Wensheng's god, or something in his god.

And if the "Secret Treasure" mentioned in the imperial decree really exists, it is probably among the gods of the old man Wen Sheng.

It's just... if this thing exists, what exactly is it?
Is it worthy of being taken away by someone like the old man Wensheng, and is it worthy of an imperial decree from the capital to get it back even if he kills the dignified Daxia Wensheng?

at the same time.

As the saying goes, some people are happy and some people are worried.

When the whole Jinling was in a haze because of Zhao Weixian's death.

Shenwu Palace, a dark room.

On the stern face of King Shenwu, there was a smile.

This dark room, apart from a dark passage, has no doors and windows, and in the huge space, there are all kinds of strange creations.

There is a platform like an assembly line, there are huge round glass bottles, there are various steel pipelines, there is a huge furnace with a height of one person, there are blazing furnaces and steam machines...

Figures in blue robes, holding various materials in their hands, were busy shuttling through the dark room.

They are not as powerful and domineering as Qi refiners, but they are one of the indispensable professions in this world.

--Alchemist.

Those powerful instruments, various types of pills, and strange talismans are all made by them.

At the door, an old white-haired alchemist pressed his finger-thick lenses to his eyes, carefully examining a bloody brain flower on the tray.

Full of surprises, full of praise!
"This... divine sprout is simply... art!"

"No! It's good fortune! Only the supernatural craftsman can create such...beautiful stalks!"

"I can see it today... this life is enough!"

"..."

chatter.

King Shenwu frowned, "Master Chen, cough cough!"

"Your Highness! Say it! Say it!" The old man finally came to his senses, and he cupped his hands and opened his mouth.

"There is something hidden in this god's sprout, help me get it out." King Shenwu said.

The old man frowned, looking at the bloody brain: "Well...it's a bit difficult...but..."

All of a sudden, he opened his mouth, and his eyes revealed a hopeless obsession and madness, "—I like the old man!"

King Shenwu took a disgusted look and waved his hands: "As soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)