The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 307 Cui Yan
Ji Chuan turned to Xu Yihai and said, "Go and talk to them, don't worry, just do what you want, don't mess yourself up."

Even Xu Yihai looked flustered, and the others would not be much better.

After all, these casual cultivators have not been in Jinyiwei for a long time, and they are not familiar with the imperial court.

Thinking that Cui Shangshu is an important minister of the court, he can cover the sky with one hand, how far is it?

Xu Yihai nodded emphatically, don't make a move before Cui Shangshu, they don't fight themselves, they start to mess up first,

That's the joke.

Not only are they being ridiculed, adults are afraid that they will also be punished, and casual cultivators are almost completely in the hands of adults, and some people are jealous.

After several times of training, the casual cultivators left on Fengyun Arena are all elites, not to mention other things, they must be masters in single combat.

Moreover, Ji Chuan has invested a lot of resources, and now there is no Innate Realm, only Grandmaster Realm.

Taking it out is also a force that cannot be underestimated.

Ordinary small sects will also change their colors when they hear about it.

Xu Yihai bowed and said, "Yes, my lord, I'll go down and tell them about the humble job."

Ji Chuan nodded, and said: "As usual, continue to patrol the streets. In addition, take my waist card and let the six sects send people to patrol the streets. There are not enough people."

Xu Yihai carefully put away Ji Chuan's badge, turned and left without any worries.

The adult's calmness gave him confidence, and he firmly believed that this matter could be resolved.

Ji Chuan's eyes flickered, and it was not his fault that the Xuanyin sent him to die.

This time he will not be merciful. Thinking of this, Ji Chuan turned and walked into Jinyiwei Mansion, and walked towards Chen Wei's office.

This matter can't be done by him alone, and Chen Wei will definitely be dragged into the water.

Don't look at Ji Chuan and Xu Yihai talking easily, but Cui Shangshu is a Shangshu after all, a second-rank official of the imperial court.

Whether it is King Yan or Your Majesty, maybe they will consider Cui Shangshu's feelings and abolish the scattered cultivators.

This is something Ji Chuan doesn't want to see. He has spent a lot of effort on casual cultivation, and he can still provide some help in the future.

Can't let Cui Shangshu be ruined, the Xuanyin faction caused trouble, he will not take the blame for the Xuanyin faction.

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Cui Mansion!

"Master, master..."

A panicked and flustered voice came from outside Cui's mansion, and anyone could hear the fear in the voice.

This is the extreme horror.

"Isn't this Steward Yao?" The servants of Cui's mansion looked at the bewildered Steward Yao with astonishment, and stumbled into the mansion.

"Yeah, Steward Yao is usually very steady, why are you in such a panic?"

The subordinates talked a lot, and their minds couldn't help but become active, and they couldn't stand the random thoughts.

Housekeeper Yao didn't have the mood to take care of people, and ran into Cui Shangshu's study with a sad face.

Behind them, four servants were carrying a stretcher covered with a layer of white cloth, as if lying alone on it.

The four looked dignified, without saying a word, carefully carrying the stretcher, and followed Butler Yao closely.

Next to him was a young servant who seemed to be swinging, his whole body was trembling, and he trembled as he walked.

In addition, the boy's face was pale, and people who didn't know thought he was seriously ill?

"Hey, isn't this Laifu, the young master's servant?" The servants secretly gathered together without incident, and immediately someone with sharp eyes saw Laifu and clicked it out.

It’s okay not to say, this statement makes people even more imaginative.

"Where's the young master?" Suddenly, a member of the family asked suspiciously.

Several servants turned their gazes to the stretcher, the white cloth was so tightly covered that it was hard to see clearly.

Several people looked at each other in dismay, seeing the panic in each other's eyes. Thinking about the expressions of Butler Yao and Laifu, they thought of a possibility.

"It's almost gone!"

The servant was not stupid, his face was pale, he didn't say a word, and they all did what they should do, so as not to suffer from unreasonable disasters.

At the same time, I couldn't help feeling uneasy, wondering if Butler Yao recognized them just now.

"Master! Master! . . . "

Steward Yao, who has always been prudent, doesn't care what is prudent at this moment. If the young master is dead, the master will definitely be furious. It's good that he can survive safely.

Shouting all the way to Cui Shangshu's study room, without Cui Shangshu's consent, Housekeeper Yao didn't care about other things, knocked open the study door, and threw his whole body to the ground, motionless, not even daring to lift his head.

Cui Shangshu seemed to know Steward Yao again. He was reading a book, and he froze on the spot, staring blankly at Steward Yao who was prostrating on the ground.

It took a long time before he reacted.

Cui Yan's anger welled up, anyone who was frightened by a servant like this would not have a good face.

"Hmph, Yao Feng, what are you doing? Are you rebelling?" Cui Yan snorted coldly, slammed the book in his hand on the table, stepped down from the desk, kicked Butler Yao and said angrily.

Steward Yao was kicked until he bared his teeth, but he didn't dare to move, and cried, "Master, something happened, the young master was killed!"

At this moment, the four big men finally came in carrying a stretcher, put it in Cui Shangshu's study, and hurriedly knelt on the ground.

When Laifu saw Cui Yan at a glance, he knelt down trembling like a frightened rabbit.

"What did you say?" Cui Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he grabbed Butler Yao up, almost touching his old face, and roared angrily.

Steward Yao didn't dare to resist, he didn't even dare to struggle, so he was pinched up by Cui Yan, and tremblingly said: "Young Master is dead, Young Master was killed!"

"what?"

Cui Yan roared, his head buzzed, he became dizzy for a while, staggered a few times, and almost fell to the ground.

Throwing Butler Yao out, he was thrown against the door frame, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

Don't underestimate Cui Yan, he is also a master in the innate realm, but governance is his main direction of attack, martial arts are just adjustments, and physical fitness is all based on the accumulation of pills, not self-cultivation.

Although it is a paper tiger, it is still easy to deal with an ordinary old man like Steward Yao.

Steward Yao felt as if his body was exploding, and his internal organs were displaced, he coughed violently, bringing up blood all over the place.

Even so, he still didn't dare to resist, crawled to Cui Yan's feet, grabbed Cui Yan's robe feet, and cried in mourning: "Master, it's my fault, it's all my fault, please punish this old slave."

"Get out!" Cui Yan kicked Butler Yao away, walked across to the stretcher in a few steps, he didn't even look at the other people, and lifted the white cloth.

Lying on the stretcher was a young boy with a pale complexion. He was not very old, but it could be seen from his face that it was an overly drunk face.

Cui Yan couldn't believe this fact, stretched out a trembling hand, and sniffed.

"Oh, my son, my son!"

Cui Yan's half-squatting body suddenly collapsed to the ground, and then he threw himself on the young man, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, his old face turned pale, it was hard to accept this fact.

"Son, why did you go before me, let me send the white-haired man to the black-haired man!" Cui Yan hugged the young man, with one head in his arms, and his hands were like iron clamps holding him tightly, and he was dying. Don't let go.

(End of this chapter)