Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

Everyone agreed that Jiang Feng would reveal the whereabouts of the Wuji Immortal Pill to avoid disputes.

After all, if a fight really breaks out, the one who will suffer the greatest loss will definitely be Jiang Feng himself.

"Damn Tianzheng, damn Shaolin bald donkey!"

All of a sudden, no one knew how many people cursed the three dead Tianzheng people eight hundred times again.

Under such circumstances, many people in the white world had to stand up.

When you are in the world, isn't it all about maintaining your face?

"Don't worry, Young Master Yang. We, the Wudang people, will fight alongside you to defeat the enemy and eliminate the evil."

"Iron Cavalry is really heroic, count me as one of the Huazi from my hometown."

"A certain Qiao Feng can still kill people!"

"I, Gusu Murongfu, am willing to share life and death with my fellow Jiangnan people..."

The situation at this time is actually not very favorable for the people in the white world.

Most of the people in the Jiang Mansion have not yet recovered their strength, underworld masters are still arriving in an endless stream, and there are even stronger ones hiding behind the scenes, watching them covetously.

But the atmosphere has built up to this point, and it would be embarrassing if I didn't yell.

Watching these scenes, Yang Zhao rolled his eyes silently in his heart.

This group of people are really cunning.

Yang Zhao had already figured it out. This was a big show put on by both the black and white forces for Jiang Feng and Yan Nantian.

Before, after Yang Zhao killed three people in a row, he provoked the underworld.

It looked like a fight was about to break out on the spot.

At that time, three great masters died in the Jiang family, and the strength of the family declined to the extreme in an instant.

Just at that time, Ouyang Feng and Murong Fu reversed on the spot, killed Helian Tieshu, and sent out the antidote.

This restored the balance of power between the black and white sides.

The situation escalates again, and a fight will inevitably result in greater casualties.

It just so happened that the whereabouts of the Wuji Immortal Pill had not been revealed yet, so naturally, after balancing the strength of the two sides, they once again turned from being on the verge of a fight to verbal battles.

The black and white sides have a tacit understanding and cooperate well.

Just outrageous.

Whether human or ghost, everyone is showing off, only Jiang Lang is feeling uncomfortable.

Chapter 51 Clues to the Wuji Immortal Pill

The Wuji Immortal Pill was an elixir of immortality that was refined by the Qin Shi Huang Emperor, who mobilized the national strength, collected natural treasures, and gathered many powerful people such as Taoist alchemists, Yin-Yang school alchemists, and medical pharmacists, with great effort.

Unfortunately, immortality is not that easy.

After a furnace of fourteen Wuji immortal pills were produced, one of the first emperor's sons took two of them and died suddenly on the spot.

The First Emperor was furious and launched an endless massacre in Xianyang.

At this point, the remaining twelve Wuji Immortal Pills also completely disappeared in the turmoil.

Until recently, a piece of news suddenly spread in the martial arts world.

There was an extraordinary person in the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty who obtained twelve Wuji Immortal Pills. He used what he had learned to neutralize the poison in the twelve Wuji Immortal Pills.

If one can take it, he can break into the celestial realm, increase his merits by sixty years, and even bring the dead back to life.

It can enable a grandmaster to break into the realm of heaven.

It can increase the power of a celestial being by sixty years.

Can bring the dead back to life.

Compared with the Wuji Xiandan, the Shaolin Dahuandan, which was once famous in the martial arts world, is just garbage.

Don't underestimate Jiang Feng, he is kind and gentle, and the richest man in the world.

But if there is even a one in ten thousand chance, Jiang Feng absolutely does not want to give up the Wuji Immortal Pill, which is such a treasure in the martial arts world.

Doesn’t Jiang Feng know the purpose of all the heroes in the martial arts world gathering at his home today?

Doesn’t Jiang Feng know that both the black and white worlds are acting for him?

No, Jiang Feng knows everything.

But what can Jiang Feng do? Jiang Feng is also very confused and helpless!

In the Jiang Mansion.

Ever since Yang Zhao killed the two monks with three moves and Ouyang Feng and Murong Fu joined forces to rebel, the black and white forces have been verbally attacking each other in the hall for nearly half an hour.

It seems that if Jiang Feng doesn't stand up, he will have to prepare a dinner for both the black and white groups.

"Ugh!"

The world is like this, and what can we do with our weak strength?

Jiang Feng sighed in his heart, and finally stood up.

It took two cups of tea to neutralize the poison in Beisu Qingfeng.

If a fight really had to happen, there would have been a lot of heads smashed out of each other long ago. It’s better to save the money for a dinner.

"Everyone, the Wuji Immortal Pill is in Wuyi Mountain."

"More than a month ago, Jiang was so quiet that he wanted to move around, so he went to Cuiwei Peak in Wuyi Mountain for an outing."

"On the southern side of Cuiwei Peak, I found a letter made of animal skin left by a strange person in the martial arts world."

"This senior tried to cure the poison of the Wuji Immortal Pill, but he exhausted all his energy and died. The 12 Wuji Immortal Pills he left behind were all in pairs, divided into Yin pole pills and Yang pole pills. Only when they are taken at the same time can the poison be transformed by energizing the body."

"Jiang has been searching for more than ten people on Cuiwei Peak, but he still cannot find the place where the senior passed away."

"It is because the day of my brother's oath of brotherhood is approaching, so I am returning to Jiangnan."

"All I know is this..."

As he said this, Jiang Feng was very (yi) righteous (yi) and (yi) stern (yi) as he took out a slightly yellowed animal skin suicide note.

In an instant, the entire Jiang Mansion was filled with noisy sounds.

At this moment, regardless of good or evil, black or white, everyone put aside their prejudices and focused all their attention on the animal skin suicide note. Some people even took out paper and pen on the spot, ready to copy down all the contents on the animal skin suicide note.

Only a very small number of people looked at this sudden reconciliation scene in bewilderment and sighed deeply.

"Brother Qiao, why don't you come up and take a look? Aren't you interested in the Wuji Immortal Pill?"

"Qiao is a good man, how can he take advantage of others' misfortune?"

"Yes, in this world, people like you and me with high moral character and great sense of loyalty are becoming increasingly rare."

"..."

Looking at Yang Zhao talking and boasting, Qiao Feng's old face turned red under his dense beard.

This Young Master Yang Zhao seems a little unmodest.

But these are not important, as long as you have good character.

Qiao Feng reacted quickly, raised his hand and handed over a jar of aged sorghum wine. He drank two gulps and said, "Brother Yang, why don't you go and take a look at the animal skin suicide note?"

Yang Zhao took the jar of wine handed to him by Qiao Feng and was stunned for a moment.

It's a bit too much to use a container like a jar to drink.

You are worthy of being me, Boss Qiao.

Yang Zhao calmly took the wine cup, poured himself a bowl, and said, "I won't join in the fun. My wife will take care of it."

In the crowd, Zhao Shirong, who was concentrating on taking down the suicide note and engraving it, turned around and gave Yang Zhao a blank look.

Yang Zhao smiled and blew a kiss to her.

Qiao Feng was stunned for a long time before he laughed and said, "Brother Yang is so lucky."

Yang Zhao and Qiao Feng clinked their lips and said, "Brother Qiao is right. The world of martial arts is treacherous. Whether it is finding a beauty or a confidant, it is a great blessing..."

The two people, who were quite emotional, became more and more talkative over cups of aged sorghum wine.

It was approaching dusk.

When the guests in the Jiang Mansion saw that Jiang Feng had no intention of offering another dinner, they left in groups of three or four.

Out of the Jiang Mansion.

There are lanterns hanging on the gentle banks of the Pingjiang River, which is particularly beautiful.

Yang Zhao and Qiao Feng drank more than 30 jars of old wine in one afternoon. They were both a little tipsy and walked arm in arm.

It was not until they reached Pingjiang Bridge and were blown by the cool breeze from the river that they became a little more sober.

Qiao Feng shook his head and said, "Brother Yang, I am so disappointed that we are still in high spirits today!"

"After this trip to Wuyi Mountain, the end of May will be the day for our Beggars' Sect to hold a general meeting. Brother Yang must come. By then, you and I will have a great time drinking until we are drunk."

Yang Zhao shook his hands and cheered, saying, "Okay, take care, Brother Qiao, and we'll get drunk together at the Beggars' Sect Conference."

Qiao Feng bowed and said, "Take care, Brother Yang. Farewell."

After saying goodbye to each other.

Qiao Feng waved his hand to call over the Beggars' Sect disciples who were accompanying him, and strode away without any delay.

At the same time, Zhao Shirong's carriage came to Yang Zhao with a clatter. Without allowing the accompanying servants to take action, Zhao Shirong got off the carriage himself and helped Yang Zhao onto the carriage.

When they got on the carriage, Yang Zhao practiced the Six Treasury Immortal Thief a few times, and the alcohol smell in his body was quickly digested.

Zhao Shirong supported Yang Zhao but did not let go. He asked, "Then Qiao Feng, do you think highly of his mother?"

Yang Zhao nodded and said, "The only two people in the Jiang Mansion who are worth winning over and looking forward to are Qiao Feng and Yan Nantian. Unfortunately, both of them have bad luck."

Zhao Shirong gave Yang Zhao a coquettish look and said, "Why, are you still not good at fortune-telling?"

Yang Zhao grabbed Zhao Shirong's hand and said, "Yes, young lady, I am the fortune teller. If you don't mind, come on, I am in a very good mood today and will read your palm for free."

Zhao Shirong blushed and said, "I don't trust you at all. You're even reading my palm. I think you're just taking advantage of me..."

The carriage was moving slowly, and the two people in the carriage were flirting with each other.

However, just as they were approaching the Western Chu Ruined Garden, the carriage that Yang Zhao and Zhao Shirong were riding in suddenly encountered pedestrians and stopped abruptly.

"You are such a heartless and unfaithful person..."

Chapter 52: The Quirky Huang Rong

In Suzhou City, Zhao Shirong's followers followed the carriage, and the Six Bat Hall was guarding it in secret.

In addition, Yang Zhao had drunk a little wine and was chatting flirtatiously with Zhao Shirong.

The carriage stopped suddenly, causing Yang Zhao to fall headfirst into Zhao Shirong's arms.

Outside the carriage, the woman's crying continued.

"My husband, you can't leave me and my son alone..."

"Damn vixen..."

"Yang Zhao abandoned his wife and children. This is unjust..."

After a while, at the urging of Zhao Shirong, whose face was flushed, Yang Zhao reluctantly lifted the curtain and looked at the woman who was crying in front of the carriage.

The pregnant woman was about thirty years old and quite charming, but she looked too worldly.

Yang Zhao was surprised.

I thought the person who suddenly blocked my way would be an assassin or something like that.

Unexpectedly, she was a real pregnant woman who didn't know any martial arts skills.

Damn, this couldn’t be the ancient version of scam.

Yang Zhao didn't react at first, but fortunately Yang Zhao had sharp awareness and subconsciously scanned the surroundings. He immediately found a familiar figure in a small building a hundred meters away.