This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 239 Figure out the truth!
You, Master Hongyun, are already at this time, and you are still pretending to be cool with me?
What Lu Yuanzhi hates most now is others pretending to be innocent in front of him.

Damn it, I’ve tried my best to work with you, but now you don’t want to tell me something?
Lu Yuanzhi's walking pace was firm and fast.

Damn it, why don’t I stop taking care of you?

You can go wherever the old man likes to play!

"Little friend! Wait a minute!!!"

The old Taoist was a little dumbfounded when he saw Lu Yuanzhi walking away casually and without any nostalgia. Didn't the old Taoist just hesitate a little and you walked further and further away? ?
Lu Yuanzhi acted as if he hadn't heard anything and walked on by himself, not wavering at all from the old man's insistence.

He didn't even look back.

Oh shit.

Before I came to Hangzhou, you played charades with me.

I came to Hangzhou and you still play charades with me?
Didn’t I come to Hangzhou in vain?

Grass.

Lu Yuanzhi turned a deaf ear to what the old Taoist said.

"Little friend, don't be anxious. It was because I didn't think well just now, so I won't apologize to you."

Seeing Lu Yuanzhi's determination in walking, the old Taoist's Taoist heart was a little confused for a moment. Without any time to think about it, he teleported in front of Lu Yuanzhi and looked at Lu Yuanzhi pitifully.

Lu Yuanzhi was blocked by the old Taoist.

"Humph."

He snorted coldly and said: "Old Taoist Hongyun, I respect you. You are the elder of the Taoist sect, and you take the things entrusted to you very seriously. But your attitude prevents me from seeing any sincerity on your part."

"It's a seasoned thing, it's a seasoned thing."

Seeing the dissatisfied look on Lu Yuanzhi's face, Master Hongyun could only keep bowing.

Poor old Taoist priest.

"Then let me ask you, what can the so-called Jianzi in this sect be used for if they are gathered in a certain number? Don't tell me the secrets of the sect. If you want to find the saint son of your sect, you must put all your Tell everything you know.”

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Lao Dao coldly and had already stepped out with his left leg.

This is very obvious. As long as you, an old Taoist priest, dare to make any noise with me here, I will leave immediately. Whether your Taoist saint is dead or alive has nothing to do with me.

"Ugh."

After hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words, the old Taoist also knew that if he didn't say something, then the young man in front of him would really dare to ignore anything...

He sighed and said:
"This matter is just a rumor in the book..."

"What rumor?"

Lu Yuanzhi's heart moved slightly and he looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him.

"The battle between Taoist Fuchen, the thirteenth disciple of Taoist ancestors, and Qian Taijiang, the number one martial artist at that time."

There is a hint of memory in the eyes of the veteran, and his cloudy eyes give people a feeling of vicissitudes of life.

Taoist Fuchen?

Qian Taijiang, the number one martial artist?
Lu Yuanzhi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He had heard of these two names.

According to Pei Yinlang's secret library, thousands of years ago, the world's best warrior at the time met for a decisive battle with the Taoist Supreme Elder, which ended with the death of the Taoist elder Fuchen and the serious injury of the warrior Qian Taijiang.

But there is no specific record.

"Back then, Qian Taijiang cultivated to the second level of martial arts and declared to the outside world that he was the best in the world. Later, he became arrogant and proud of Luoshui, and looked down upon all the heroes in the world."

"However, the former Taizu was in his prime, so he naturally could not tolerate such an alien in the country, so he conspired with the elders of my Taoist sect to gather the power of the Taoist sects in the world and set up a large formation south of Luoshui, named Xiwu , this formation spans hundreds of miles across the country, even if a second-grade martial artist can move hundreds of miles at a time, he will still be unable to escape..."

"Oh? Is there such a conspiracy here?"

Lu Yuanzhi's eyes flickered slightly.

"Naturally, after all, a second-grade martial artist is definitely not invincible by manpower. Even if he faces thousands of troops, he can still defeat them with one punch."

There was a trance in the old Taoist's eyes.

"The Xiwu Grand Formation can suppress the power of warriors silently. The higher the level, the more severe the suppression. It is said that when the formation is formed, all high-level warriors will suffer from chest tightness and shortness of breath... Even Taoist magical weapons can Suppression... is actually the largest formation in ancient and modern times. This formation is based on the terrain. Since it was used back then, without the support of Taoist magic, it has now become a wasteland..."

The old Taoist told the secrets of this place.

After Lu Yuanzhi heard this, he secretly cursed: Even if I can't beat you, I still have to do something dirty with you.

"That means that during the great battle between the warrior Qian Taijiang and the old Taoist Fuchen, the warrior realm was suppressed? But this formation spans such a large area, and not a single warrior in the formation felt anything strange??"

Lu Yuanzhi heard some clues.

"otherwise."

Unexpectedly, the veteran shook his head slowly, looked at Lu Yuanzhi's puzzled eyes and explained:
"At that time, the Taoist sect was not indestructible. Naturally, there were people who supported Qian Taijiang. They reported the matter in advance and leaked the matter. As for the strange things that the little friend said...there were some, but they only existed when the formation was formed. It will disappear after it is completed, and it only needs to be injected with mana again."

"Oh……"

Lu Yuanzhi frowned slightly.

Sure enough, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are grievances and grievances.

"Then Qian Taijiang took advantage of his plan and planned with the Taoists who supported him to refine a breath-holding pill. This pill can hide his own energy between heaven and earth, so that the breath martial formation has almost no effect on suppressing it. .”

"Breath-holding Pill?"

When Lu Yuanzhi heard about this elixir, his heart was slightly shocked...

Sure enough, as expected, the old Taoist looked at Lu Yuanzhi with evasive eyes and said:
"And it is recorded in the book that this breath-holding pill was made from the heart blood of 360 children in Zhoutian!"

"what??!!"

Upon hearing the news, Lu Yuanzhi immediately screamed loudly.

He looked at the old Taoist in front of him in shock and asked loudly: "Do these 360 ​​children still need Jianzi whose birthday is August [-]th??!"

Facing Lu Yuanzhi's questioning, the old Taoist gritted his teeth and said:
"It is also."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier??!"

Lu Yuanzhi's eyes were like a ghost seeking his life, staring at the old man in front of him. At this time, his voice was a little hoarse.

The blood of 360 children...

Needless to say, those 360 ​​children must have died long ago! !

Lu Yuanzhi's mind became a mess for a while.

how so!
"And there are no more than five Taoists in the world who know this secret."

The old man took a deep breath.

Seeing the old Tao's evasive eyes, Lu Yuanzhi's eyes flashed with danger. He gritted his teeth and looked at the old Tao and asked:
"Among them is the long-lost Taoist Saint Son, right or wrong!?!"

Lu Yuanzhi, who said this, roared like a wild beast. Looking at the old man in front of him, his hand was already close to the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Oh shit! !
What is your Taoist Saint Son planning? ? ! ! !
The old Taoist felt bitter in his heart when he saw Lu Yuanzhi's question, but he had no choice but to shake his head and said:
"I don't believe that the holy son of our Taoist sect would be like this. Ping'er... I think he is the most important person. He will never be so heartless and crazy... He must be instigated by others."

360 lives of Jianzi.

The old Taoist dare not think too much about the cause and effect of this.

Lu Yuanzhi took a deep breath, suppressed his hand that was about to move, and asked the old man in a trembling voice:

"You must tell me truthfully, besides the long-lost Taoist saint of your Taoist sect, who else knows this secret?"

The old Taoist shook his head helplessly. He had already expected that Lu Yuanzhi would ask such a question, so he just sighed and said:

"Only five people know about this matter, the three elders of our Taoist sect, the Taoist sect's holy son, and the Taoist sect genius Lu Ziyu who has been dead for 18 years."

"Is this the Lu Ziyu who you watched turn into powder in front of you?"

Lu Yuanzhi's heart moved slightly.

He heard from the old Taoist about this person. After meeting this old Taoist outside Dali Temple that day, he asked the old Taoist who among the Taoist sects was skilled in using the blinding method.

At that time, the old man mentioned five people.

In addition to the Holy Son, there was also Lu Ziyu who turned into powder...

But at that time, no one thought that the child who was knocked out by the little monk was Jianzi, who was born by mistake in August...

Now that he has told the story about Jianzi, this old Taoist has thought of this secret...

Lu Yuanzhi took a deep breath and said:
"Then Lu Ziyu, are you sure you saw him turn into powder with your own eyes?" "Of course."

The old Taoist sighed and said:

"If the lamp of longevity goes out, death is certain."

Lu Yuanzhi's eyes flashed: "Then there is nothing else. The murderer must be your Taoist Saint Son."

Apart from this, there is no other possibility...

"It's absolutely impossible..."

The old Taoist looked at Lu Yuanzhi firmly this time:
"Ping'er has been practicing the Taoist methods of our sect. If such a big cause and effect is involved, his realm will inevitably decline. There is no way he would do such a self-destroying Taoist foundation."

Ha ha.

Lu Yuanzhi glanced at the old Taoist with disdain: "He will naturally be restricted by his skills and dare not do such a thing, but what if he is forced by others?"

"This……"

Lu Yuanzhi snorted coldly: "I don't know what kind of person your Daoist Saint is. What I know now is that this matter must be inseparable from your Daoist Saint."

Lu Yuanzhi became more and more angry as he thought about it.

Damn, damn Daomen.

The world is in chaos only because of people like you who are in charge of cholera.

Lu Yuanzhi took a deep breath and slowly sorted out the thoughts in his mind.

Since so many Jianzi have been kidnapped, their purpose needless to say, it should be to refine the breath-holding pill.

The purpose of refining the breath-holding pill is...

I want to restart the great formation of the past! !

Lu Yuanzhi suddenly had an idea in his mind.

correct!Restart the martial arts formation! !

Lu Yuanzhi thought of something in an instant, and asked: "You just said that the Extinguishing Martial Formation back then has become a wasteland?"

"Of course."

The old man was startled by Lu Yuanzhi's sudden question.

"The formation is located next to Luoshui??"

Lu Yuanzhi asked again.

"It is also."

The old man replied.

"Grass!"

Lu Yuanzhi suddenly cursed.

He thought of it!

One month ago, he and his aunt Leng Neng were preparing to cross Luoshui. As a result, Aunt Leng Neng suddenly fell into the water in the Luo River...

At that time, he thought that the cold aunt might have some hidden agenda...

Now that I think about it, it should have been just in time for the formation to be formed that day...

It seems that the person behind them is planning to target this high-level warrior from the south of Luohe River.

But if you are just an ordinary high-level warrior...

Lu Yuanzhi frowned.

There is no need to do this, unless there are experts around you who want to catch them all...

There is only one person within a hundred miles of Luohe who meets this condition.

King Yu!

In an instant, Lu Yuanzhi made a judgment in his heart.

Their target is King Yu! !
Moreover, as far as Lu Yuanzhi knew, the aura of King Yu was similar to the aura of Ji Gong in Beijing. In other words, King Yu might even be a high-level warrior himself! !

"If we restart this formation, what price will we have to pay?"

Lu Yuanzhi asked.

"This poor Taoist has not studied this formation in detail and does not know about it."

The old Taoist priest sighed deeply.

He is also very confused now.

Is that so...

Lu Yuanzhi only felt a slight beat between his eyebrows.

Suddenly thinking about the case here, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

But he couldn't figure out what the specific uneasiness was at this time.

"You should go back to Beijing immediately and tell my uncle what happened here. The major suspect in this case is the Taoist Holy Son. There is no longer any suspicion on the young monk. How to judge specifically depends on what he does."

Lu Yuanzhi did not forget what he said to the young monk that day, nor did he forget that the young monk regarded him as a friend.

"This……"

The old Taoist hesitated for a while.

"If you, the Holy Son of the Taoist Sect, are really like you said, I will definitely give him justice when the truth comes to light. However, this case is of great importance. I am afraid that Dali Temple will judge randomly, and most importantly, I will give him justice." Tell my father-in-law every word of the case."

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Lao Dao coldly.

He believed that Ji Gong would make his own judgment after hearing what happened here.

"Okay... okay."

The old Taoist sighed slightly when he saw Lu Yuanzhi's unquestionable look in his eyes and his cold attitude.

"Go quickly, without further ado, I promise you that if this case has nothing to do with the Holy Son, I will definitely give you a healthy Holy Son."

Lu Yuanzhi's tone was determined.

"In this case, I would like to thank Lu Fengpei."

The old man bowed to Lu Yuanzhi and no longer called Lu Yuanzhi his little friend.

Looking at the old man's back before leaving.

Lu Yuanzhi sighed deeply.

These days are really eventful.

After the old man walked away, Lu Yuanzhi no longer hesitated. Since he had determined in his heart that this matter was for King Yu, as an official of the imperial court, he naturally put King Yu's safety first.

Then your own safety...

I am also a warrior, I am also in the formation now...

At that time, if the thieves regard me as a member of King Yu's party and kill me together...

Lu Yuanzhi swallowed his saliva and put his heart first. He must plan carefully for his own safety.

Thinking about it, he took out something like a piece of parchment (see Chapter 196 for details of this volume) from his arms.

He murmured a spell against the parchment, and then whispered:

"Come out, Pikachu!"

Then a white light flashed and two figures appeared in front of Lu Yuanzhi.

A man with a weathered face, a hot and enchanting figure, two catwoman ears on top of his head, and a black tail beating slightly in the night sky.

The other figure looked much gloomier, and his voice was so feminine that it made people unfavorable.

As soon as these two people appeared, they saw Lu Yuanzhi standing in front of them, and they all knelt down and said:

"Ning Mo, Bin, meet the master."

Seeing these two people, Lu Yuanzhi couldn't help but smile.

(End of this chapter)