Fengshen Wendaoxing

"puff!"

With a clear and crisp sound, Nangong fell to the ground without accident, his eyes suddenly widened as soon as he landed, and he let out a scream like a beast, his expression suddenly twisted.

The corners of Lu Zhenjun's eyes twitched, and he felt a certain part tighten.

A three-inch long wooden thorn pierced Nangong Shi's buttocks.

While screaming, Lu Chuan felt that Nangong Shi could jump three feet high at any moment.

Nangong Shiye did indeed jump up, turned over suddenly in the air, lay down on the ground in a shameful posture, quickly reached out to touch the back of his buttocks, and when he retracted, his hands were covered with bright red blood.

"Ahhh..."

Nangong Shi yelled angrily and in pain.

He only felt a hot, very strong tingling sensation in a certain part of his body, which was strongly stimulating his brain, the whole body and every pore.

Master Lu can see his cross section.

The three-inch long wooden thorn now has only one point, and the rest has penetrated into his ass.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the chrysanthemum is broken, and the buttocks are full of injuries."

Lu Zhenjun admired in his heart, stepped forward and sighed: "Tsk tsk tsk, the desks and chairs in this picket department are really not strong, I must change them."

Nangong Shi suddenly turned his head to look, his eyes were bloodshot and angry flames: "Lu Chuan, how dare you plot against me..."

"Well, Ben Zhenjun came to the picket department for the first time today, why did Wu Qu Xingjun say that?"

Lu Chuan shook his head and said with an innocent face: "Mr. Wu Qu Xing, you can't wrong me for saying that you have nothing to say, otherwise..."

Nangong gritted his teeth: "What else?"

Lu Chuan glanced at Nangong Shi: "I can't hide my words with a big mouth. If I accidentally pass on Wu Qu Xingjun's elegant posture now..."

"You fart!"

Nangong was extremely painful and angry, and couldn't help cursing when he heard this: "Even though I am not wearing armor today, at least it is Wuqu Xingjun who has the body protection of Xingyuan divine power. Can a splinter hurt me?"

Originally, although Nangong Shi was a martial artist, he could read and write. Now that he has been a fairy for hundreds of years, it stands to reason that he would never say such rude words as farting in order to pay attention to his current status.

It's a pity that when meeting Zhenjun Lu, things are not so absolute.

"Oh, this is the point that really opened my eyes today and admired me the most."

Lu Chuan said in surprise: "I didn't expect a small wooden thorn in the picket to be so sharp. It seems that Wu has a lot of good things in the picket."

Nonsense, if he hadn't secretly applied the armor-piercing effect on the wooden thorn to break his Xingyuan defense, the wooden thorn is a simple and ordinary wooden thorn, and the most likely thing is that it will be shaken to powder when it hits Nangong Shi's body.

"you……"

Nangong Shi pointed at Lu Chuan, his mouth and fingers were trembling with anger, and he shouted, "Xuantan Zhenjun, you plot against your colleagues and I will sue you in front of the Jade Emperor..."

boom!

A figure flew out from the gate of the picket department, and rolled to the ground in embarrassment. It was Nangong Shi.

"It's endless and you still..."

Lu Chuan walked out clapping his hands, looked at Nangong Shi who was looking at him angrily, and said lightly: "Look, you still need to plot against a real gentleman like you? Don't laugh to death, you are not the only one who is in a bad mood today, dare you You've hit the crater of a crater if you play tricks on me."

"I..." Nangong Shi was about to yell angrily, but Lu Chuan said indifferently: "If you are not afraid of being seen as the laughing stock of the heavens with your current appearance, you can call someone over."

Nangong Shi was like a rooster. At this time, an invisible big hand was strangling his neck, his face was flushed red, but he couldn't speak.

Lu Chuan's words are right, the part where he was injured today is too shameful, if he calls someone over, what will his colleagues think of him from now on?

What would his subordinates think of him?

How can he hang around in Heaven in the future?

Raising his head abruptly, he saw Lu Chuan leaning against the door with his arms folded and smiling, looking at him, as much as he deserved a beating.

"The mashed garlic is very good."

Nangong Shi gritted his teeth and said.

Lu Chuan raised his hand and tossed out a small porcelain bottle, Nan Gongshi caught it in his hand: "What are you doing?"

"The best wound medicine, take it to treat... over there!"

Lu Chuan frowned, turned and walked inward: "The Jade Emperor named me Youshengzhenjun today, commanding the picket department, and being responsible for the order and security of the heavenly court. From now on, I will be the master here."

"Yousheng Zhenjun..."

Nangong Shi's expression changed, of course he thought that Lu Chuan was demoted, no wonder he said he was in a bad mood.

It is a good thing that the enemy has been demoted.

But Nangong Shi couldn't be happy.

The Jade Emperor made you feel bad and demoted you. If you have the guts to go to the Jade Emperor, what does it matter to me?

Nangong looked down at the porcelain vase in his hand, then looked at Lu Chuan who walked far into the hall, gritted his teeth and said, "Do I really have to thank you?"

"You're welcome!"

In the picket hall, Lu Chuan didn't look back, but just raised his hand and waved with a smile.

Nangong Shi's expression suddenly changed. He looked at the palace with fear and then got up. He cast a spell and turned it into a ray of light, and walked slowly towards his Xingjun Mansion.

"You dare to put on airs with me."

Lu Chuan couldn't help sneering in his heart when he entered the hall and looked at the messy and broken tables and chairs.

A guy who was beheaded by Mr. Gui also had a face of madness.

But speaking of turtles...

Lu Chuan thought of those two guys, and it was estimated that they would bring disaster to southern Xinjiang.

Also, he remembered that under the seat of Emperor Zhenwu, there were two generals of the turtle and the snake, the black snake and the black turtle, which happened to be Xuanwu.

This little tortoise is originally a mysterious turtle, and there will be a tortoise, but the mysterious snake is an ancient fierce beast, born in the black water, so it is also called the black water mysterious snake.

These ancient ferocious beasts and divine beasts are almost at the level of the Dao Realm, Chongming Bird, Zhu Yan, Dragon Sparrow... These are the same as the divine beasts and beasts he saw in Fengshen, at most they are no more than true immortals.

With his current mana, it is more than enough to conquer, but where to find it is a problem.

Beiju Luzhou?

"Now it's time to prepare for becoming Emperor Zhenwu."

Lu Zhenjun thought in his heart.

"Come on!" Lu Chuan shouted out.

"True Monarch!"

Soon Wang Shan and Zhang Jian came in, but when they saw the tables and chairs in the hall shattered all over the floor, and then looked at Lu Chuan, who was standing with his hands behind his back, he couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

"Look at what I'm doing, I have flowers on my face?"

Lu Chuan touched his face inexplicably: "Pick up these quickly and bring a new set of strong ones. The old ones are not strong. If this Zhenjun sits down on his buttocks, hey, maybe something will happen..."

Wang Shan and Zhang Jian looked at each other.

The two of them have been in the Heavenly Court for a long time anyway, and those who can go to the Heavenly Court are also people with superior intelligence and perseverance. They will definitely not believe Lu Chuan's one-sided words.

According to Lu Chuan's instructions, the two quickly cleaned up the trash and brought a new set.

"good."

Lu Chuan sat down and tried it, looked at Zhang Jian and said, "Next, you go and gather all the spirit officials except those on duty. Ben Zhenjun wants to get to know everyone."

These spiritual officials hold important positions in the heavenly court, so he must have some understanding of the situation and strength.

"promise!"

Zhang Jian retreated.

Lu Chuan looked at Wang Shan: "Next, you will introduce the situation of the picket department to Zhenjun Ben..."

On the other hand, Wu Qu Xingjun returned to the mansion, because the injured part was too shameful, and he was even ashamed to ask the heavenly doctor for treatment.

If that injury were a mortal, he would have died long ago. Fortunately, he is a god, so he would die, but some pain is inevitable.

Forget the thorns on the buttocks of the eyes, Nangong Shi bit a towel in his mouth, and stretched out his hand little by little...

puff!

Blood spatter, secondary damage.

That feeling is simply not too cool.

Nangong Shi was sweating profusely, the veins on the top of his head were exposed, and his expression became distorted and hideous.

It took him a long time to recover, because there was no wound medicine in the house of the Empress Dowager, so he asked people to go to the heavenly doctor to get the medicine.

But the pain was unbearable, so he hesitated looking at Lu Chuan's wound medicine.

After hesitating again and again, in order to see if there was any poison, he grabbed a spirit bird in a cage in the room and fed the powder. Anyway, he would die if he saw him so embarrassing.

Even if he is not poisoned to death, he will also cook soup.

In the end, the bird was alive and kicking and nothing happened, but he was still not at ease. He didn't believe that guy Lu Chuan would be so kind.

Speaking of which, it was also Lu Chuan this time...

Nangong Shi became more and more angry as he thought about it, overwhelmed the pain, and finally threw the porcelain bottle on the ground, some powder filled the air.

"Mr. Xing, the golden sore medicine is here."

There was a sound outside the window.

As soon as Nangong Shi grasped the suction, the medicine bottle fell into his hand. It was also a small porcelain bottle. He carefully applied the medicine powder to the wound.

In the air, Lu Chuan's medicinal powder lingered for a long time.

"Woo..."

But not long after, Nangong Shi roared angrily: "What medicine did you find for me?"

Outside the window, the subordinate hurriedly said in panic: "Golden sore medicine, Mr. Xing."

"Who prescribed the medicine, was it Bian Que?"

"Mr. Bian Que's disciple."

"Ah, damn it, the quack doctor hurt me, get out, and ask Bian Que to make a medicine himself, or I will demolish his medicine house."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Picket.

A thin old man was taking Lu Chuan's pulse, with a thoughtful look on his face.

A group of spirit officials around looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Sir, how is it?" Lu Chuan asked.

Bian Que murmured: "Judging from the pulse condition, Zhenjun's body is fine at all, it's a bit scary to be in good health."

"impossible."

Lu Chuan shook his head: "My lord has been injured all over during the wars in the world. I feel mentally weak these days. There must be something wrong. Why don't you... have another diagnosis and treatment?"

The heavenly court has its own rules, and there must be no private fights between gods for no reason, otherwise it will be dealt with by the heavenly rules.

Nangongshi is still headed by the Xiqi faction. This time, he would not be him if he didn't mess with Nangongshi. The bottle of medicine was also tampered with, and he concluded that Nangongshi would not use his medicine.

It's better to let that foolish guy get irritable and angry, and let him make mistakes, so that he will be dealt with naturally without his making a move.

Bian Que nodded hesitantly.

The doctor he invented paid attention to seeing, hearing and asking, but he didn't find anything wrong with Lu Chuan.

To say there is...

Maybe Lu Chuan's kidney qi is a little weak compared to other parts.

But still much stronger than others.

Others are afraid of getting sick, but this one insists on having him checked for something wrong.

What to do, what should he say?

Very urgent!

He felt that Lu Chuan was making things difficult for him right now.