Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

It's as simple as using an eraser to erase pencil marks.

The old evil wounds on the old Taoist priest's body that had been unable to heal were so easily removed by Yuan Congqian.

The chronic illness that had tormented the old Taoist priest for nearly a hundred years was no longer a problem for her. It now lay quietly in Yuan Congqian's hand in the shape of a sword, flowing with the dreamy colors of nebulae and starlight.

Even though the coldness caused by her thin clothes was real and made the blonde girl shiver subconsciously, she still felt that everything she was experiencing was like a dream and not real.

"Being able to use the methods of evil and heretics, and being able to control the pollution of evil and heretics..."

The blonde girl stroked her smooth chest and looked up at Yuan Congqian, who was much taller than her.

"In addition to the cognitive pollution of those injured by this evil demon, the body will also develop in reverse, becoming younger and younger, and finally turning into fetal corpse water. Your kindness in healing my wounds is like saving my life. How can I repay you?"

"I ask nothing from the Heavenly Master, but the Heavenly Master asks everything from me."

Yuan Congqian stopped his Originium technique, and the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss in his hand also disappeared.

Only in the collapsed space can the evil demons transform into sharp blades. But when needed, they can be summoned directly.

"Heh, you're really rude, kid. I can't really refute you."

The blonde girl didn't know what Yuan Congqian said, and changed her tone: "My family has no money or property, and I can't teach you the Originium skills. You don't need me to help you make further progress..."

"What does the Heavenly Master want?"

Yuan Congqian chose to pass the problem to the old Taoist priest.

The old celestial master, who was suspected to be the strongest fighter in Yan Country, was directly dispelled by him. What could the old celestial master do to be equal to Yuan Congqian's divine move? Probably to help him drag all the twelve fragments of the year here.

"I forgot that I have something very valuable."

The old god pulled a chair over and sat down. He pushed down the black and white gauze skirt between his legs with one hand and put his small feet on his knees with the other hand: "You always looked at my feet before, which didn't seem like a decent person. Do you want to touch them?"

She had a smirk on her face and moved her feet on purpose.

The small soles of the feet are white with a hint of red, and the toes are round and distinct, shining softly in the moonlight. Putting aside the fact that age and the fact that the most important part of a human being is the brain, it does make people want to hold it in their arms and play with it.

But does she know how old she is and how old Yuan Congqian is?

How could your brain even think of sexual repayment?

"......" Yuan Congqian looked at the blonde girl with a look of trash.

Descriptions of women's beautiful feet were not uncommon in ancient times. From the "Book of Songs" to poems written in the Tang Dynasty, to lyrics written by Su Shi, Ouyang Xiu and other frivolous literati, descriptions of jade feet have appeared. It can be said to be a traditional hobby.

From our ancestors to the porridge bar guy, everyone likes jade feet.

But Yuan Congqian felt that offering porridge as a gift was too small-scale under such circumstances.

The layout is small!

Facing the dissatisfied look of the blonde girl, Yuan Congqian closed his eyes.

"Old Heavenly Master, I feel sorry that my father once learned the art of Originium from you. For the sake of your image, I can pretend that nothing happened tonight. I will be the Heavenly Master who died in battle for the Tianji Pavilion."

"What do you mean, what do you mean, I'm so shabby?"

The blonde girl blushed. Seeing that Yuan Congqian did not accept the condition she had proposed as a joke, she yelled, "You bastard! Do you know how many scholars wrote poems for me when I was young?"

"Master, please, just pretend that I don't know you, and my father doesn't know you either."

"Oh, do you really think I'm some kind of lady? When we were pushing northward into the frozen land with the giant beast carrying the village on its back, if we saw a good-looking boy, we would just fight to get him back!"

The old Taoist priest looked at Yuan Congqian and began to talk about events that happened hundreds of years ago.

"At that time, I looked the same as I do now, a little girl about your age. Even though I no longer have the evil scars, my alienated body can't be restored, and my half-crazy mind has to slowly recover."

"Now that I've talked about my childhood, I realize that I don't remember anything anymore. I don't even recognize the names of a few of my old friends. Aside from the twelve people in Sui's family, I've almost forgotten all the other giant beasts."

The blonde girl was dazed, one hand on her thigh, the other hand between her legs, looking up at the dark brown wooden ceiling, swaying on the seat. "It's okay for you to treat me as a child now. I don't have much experience or wisdom with age. Otherwise, I can't stand the burning of my own fire and the gnawing of evil spirits..."

"Wait, what are you doing?"

The blonde girl shuddered and found that her feet were held in Yuan Congqian's hands.

"You, you actually used the Shrinking the Earth into an Inch to do this!"

"Alas, I sympathize with the Master's fatigue and know a little about foot massage. Seeing how tired the Master is, I finally made up my mind..."

"Wait, you're using that Originium Technique to touch me, I can't use my strength, how can I go back to the Tianshi Mansion later!......"

......

"Master, is everything ok?"

Outside the gate of Yuan Mansion, the Taoist priest of Tianji Pavilion looked at the blonde girl who slowly walked out and bowed to her respectfully.

Maybe it was because it was too dark, he actually saw that the master's face was ruddy, probably because of the blood rushing up. When he detected that the old master's wounds were out of control, he was so anxious that he wanted to hang himself, but he disappeared after just a few breaths.

"Well, I'm fine now."

The blonde girl coughed and forced a smile on her face: "It's a good thing. My injury has healed a little."

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Master also smiled sincerely: "Congratulations, Master. May the Heavenly Master be blessed with good fortune and peace."

Is it my blessing to meet Yuan Congqian?

The blonde girl couldn't hold back her smile and waved her hand: "Go away, nothing to do tonight."

"Master, do you need someone to clean up this mansion? There are people living in the mansion, so we should first bring the two of them to the Heavenly Master's Mansion to live there for a while. Otherwise, the pollution might..."

"No need. The owner of this mansion is the son of Yuan Tianshi. Doesn't he know more than you?"

"So this is the residence of Master Yuan. With the master's guarantee, it seems that Master Yuan is quite capable."

The Heavenly Master of Tianji Pavilion suddenly realized and was no longer surprised.

As for the Master's walking posture, it was a bit strange, as if she was walking on a frying pan... It should be because the Master and Master Xiao Yuan were studying together how to heal her injuries.

"Little Master Yuan is really a handsome man. At such a young age, he can help the master."

"Ah, haha, yes, it is true..."

Chapter 9: Yuan Congqian advocates respecting the elderly and loving the young (Additional Chapter )

There was something wrong with the old Taoist's walking posture, and this was obviously not Yuan Congqian's problem.

His main focus is respecting the elderly and loving the young.

The respected elder is the old Taoist priest, the beloved young one is Lin Ruolong.

He really just gave the old Taoist priest a foot massage. However, the old Taoist priest had just recovered from a serious illness and was a little sensitive to nonlinear movement. After repeatedly massaging his feet, he needed to hold on to the wall to walk out of Yuan Mansion.

Yuan Mansion cannot be a back garden where you can enter whenever you want.

Now that we are here, we must leave something behind.

I went out to check on Qiu Fengshu, she was already fast asleep in the study, Yuan Congqian carried her to the small bed in the study to rest. She had never fallen asleep before Yuan Congqian before, it seemed that Qiu Fengshu was also relaxing for once.

While being alone in the corridor, Yuan Congqian began to study the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss.

This long sword is alive, and the seven white hollow cross stars on the top are its eyes. The hideous wings serve as hand guards, and bloodshot and black blood vessels crisscross on the wings, giving rise to soft feathers in the colors of the starry sky.

The style of the long sword is a bit similar to Resident Evil.

This Seven-Star Dragon Abyss sword is not a sword that any human being is qualified to use, including Yuan Congqian now.

Under Yuan Congqian's control, the seven hollow cross stars closed one by one.

Like a seven-eyed monster, it closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep under Yuan Congqian's comfort.

After closing his eyes, Yuan Congqian felt that he could swing this evil sword. Perhaps the three cross stars on the sword represent the three-level collapse paradigm he has mastered, and only in the future will there be a day when all seven stars will be fully opened.

It's not that he can't forcibly wield the Seven Star Dragon Abyss, but it would be better to just throw the Seven Star Dragon Abyss directly next to the enemy. The Seven Star Dragon Abyss itself will transform into a pair of winged evil hands and pollute indiscriminately, turning the surroundings into a country.

After all seven cross stars dimmed, it became a simple black sword of unknown material. The blood vessels on the double-winged guards disappeared. The only difference from the little pudding was that its Originium skill conduction performance was stronger than that of D-series steel.

"I hope that there will never be a day when I can make it bloom seven stars in front of humans."

Yuan Congqian shook his head, retracted his Originium skills, and let the strange Demon Sword disappear into the shadows.

The Seven Stars Dragon Abyss was made of a century of pollution that even the old Heavenly Master could not handle. If he used the Seven Stars Dragon Abyss with all seven stars in full bloom to kill someone, he would most likely be brought to court-martial, not to mention whether it would be useful or not.

Ordinary enemies can be bullied by using non-linear movement. There is no need to use the three-eyed Seven-Star Dragon Abyss to kill the enemy in the collapsed space and become a new source of evil pollution.

……

Compared with Yuan Congqian, who played with the old Taoist's feet and gained new weapons and toys, Fu Tingzhao, the Minister of Si Sui Tai, was not in such a good mood. He was so depressed and angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

The official from the Dali Temple stood before him with a stern look on his face.

"Are you guys kidding me? How could I know that the Duke of Wei would go to the East Palace and shoot arrows at him?"

Fu Tingzhao stood up angrily, pulled down his sleeves, and revealed his skinny hands: "Look for yourselves, are these hands capable of pulling a long bow and shooting the Duke of Wei's head from a distance of hundreds of steps?"

Listening to the words of the Dali Temple official, Fu Tingzhao almost wanted to curse.

"Duke Wei and the imperial guards around him all saw your face."

"Ridiculous! The talismans in the Tianshi Mansion all have the effect of changing faces. Can a mere talisman convict me? You must be deceiving our Si Sui Tai, sending the candle holders to various places, making it impossible for us to search for them!"

"Then may I ask, General Zuo, given that the Simatai files all record that we are now in Shang Shu, where did the sound of forging metal and stone that everyone in the palace heard come from?"

Yu Cheng, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, sneered and pressed forward step by step.

"Si Sui Tai has the power to be independent of the imperial court, ignore the Su Zheng Yuan, and postpone the inquiry of the Supervisory Office. Naturally, it will also have corresponding responsibilities. The power of the Sui Beast was activated to intimidate the Duke of Wei. Doesn't the Left General want to take responsibility?"

"What?!" Fu Tingzhao's face changed.

Even though he was well-mannered, he found it difficult to remain calm when he heard this extremely unfavorable news.

He just didn't pay attention to Duke Wei and Yuan Congqian for one night, so how come so many things happened?

Yu Cheng said calmly, "General Zuo, are you ready to be questioned now? You are His Majesty's beloved minister, so we will not detain you at the Dali Temple, but conduct a trivial interrogation of you in General Zuo's office."

"...Yu Shaoqing, please do as you please."

Fu Tingzhao's expression changed and he sat back in his seat.

The sudden and drastic change in his mood caused him to cough softly continuously.

An official from the Dali Temple covered his mouth and nose expressionlessly, took out a box of streptomycin from the Western Pharmacy and placed it on Fu Tingzhao's desk, reminding him: "Nowadays, tuberculosis can be diagnosed and treated with Western medicine. I hope General Zuo will take care of himself."

Fu Tingzhao grabbed the streptomycin box and held it tightly, as if he wanted to crush all the capsules inside.

Yu Cheng turned a blind eye and sat opposite Fu Tingzhao.

"General Zuo, is it true that the Simaitai is secretly researching the Sui Beast Agent and can temporarily obtain power through some secret method?"

"……true."

“Does it include the power of the year?”

"The true dragon knows."

"That's it?"

"Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, don't you even understand what I'm saying?"

"General Zuo, the interrogation has only just begun, please be patient. I also believe that the thief deliberately used General Zuo's face, but no one can say for sure. This is General Zuo's strategy of repeatedly changing other people's faces to confuse the enemy."

Yu Cheng laughed and clapped his hands, and several tied-up people were thrown in.

"So, let's focus on some other evidence, such as these warriors. They stole the armor of the Five Cities Military Police, openly rode pack animals around the city, and hid crossbows... General Zuo, what are you trying to do?"

Fu Tingzhao suddenly raised his head and looked at Yu Cheng.

This was indeed his arrangement, and he was keeping people waiting for Yuan Congqian to shoot him.

But who knew that the Dali Temple's sense of smell would be so sensitive, and that Yuan Congqian could actually enter the palace to meet the real dragon. Wasn't it that the emperor was too lazy to see him at the beginning and sent him here to compete with Fu Shi?

Fu Tingzhao was overwhelmed by the heavy amount of intelligence handed over by the Western Pharmacy. He found that his chances of winning against Yuan Congqian were getting smaller and smaller with the help of Yan Junyan and Li Cunshan. He could only resort to the strategy of annihilating the entire family again.

As long as he could kill Yuan Congqian, he could still survive in the officialdom of Da Yan for a few more years through his position as the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and accumulate political resources for his brother. He would not live for more than a few years, but his brother was still in good health, so maybe there was a chance...

"General Zuo, His Majesty has given you a message."

Yu Cheng stood up and said slowly in a tone that was almost identical to Zhenlong's: "General Zuo has been seriously ill and has been constantly overwhelmed by the paperwork of the Simaitai, which eventually led to such an oversight. I really can't bear to blame you."

Chapter 10 General Zuo, Why Are You Doing This? (Additional Chapter )

When Fu Tingzhao heard the words "I really can't bear to blame you", his heart almost exploded.

If it was really him who did it, and if he arranged the soldiers to assassinate Duke Wei and failed, Fu Tingzhao would be willing to bear the cost of failure with white silk and poisoned wine. But the problem is, the assassination of Duke Wei was really not done by him!

Is this what it feels like to be slandered?

Fu Tingzhao, who had been slandering people through the isolation and concealment of Simuitai, finally found out that he was slandered and had no way to defend himself. Nian would not come to the capital, so the one who used her forging power had nothing to do with Simuitai?