Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Lin Feiyang patted her shoulder lightly: "Don't regret it now that you have done it. I will check this deputy guard. If it doesn't work, let the abbot help check it. Even if he is really a good officer, he cannot be kept. He will be defeated." Say it again.”

Zhu Ni nodded slightly.

The world is so helpless.

I originally thought that it would not be a good idea to allow my son to do such evil things.

But when I came to Yuxia Pass, I found that he was actually a good official.

"Miss Zhou can read people's hearts. Didn't you see something?"

"He has a treasure on him, which blocks his wisdom."

"A small deputy guard, and such a treasure?" Lin Feiyang hummed: "It's not simple..."

"Maybe it's his son's filial piety. This gang of horse bandits has robbed countless people." Zhu Ni said.

"That's it." Lin Feiyang said: "Although he didn't kill anyone, his son did, and he got the benefits of the murder."

Zhu Ni was silent for a moment and said softly: "Be careful, I think this deputy guard is not easy."

Lin Feiyang nodded solemnly: "Well, I won't be careless."

It is said that those who are close to ink are black and those who are close to vermillion are red. He has been with Fakong for a long time, so he has naturally learned to be cautious and will never look down on anyone.

This defense actually has a treasure that can protect the mind, which means it is extraordinary and cannot be regarded by ordinary people.

The two hugged each other for another quarter of an hour. Lin Feiyang heard some movement and gently pushed her away: "I'll go keep an eye on that guy first."

"Be careful." Zhu Ni stroked the hair hanging down from her temples, her face flushed with embarrassment and she was so charming.

Lin Feiyang was moved and couldn't help but want to pull her into his arms again, but Xu Qingluo's voice had already sounded: "Uncle Lin, is it you?"

Lin Feiyang snorted, glanced at Zhu Ni reluctantly, and disappeared in a flash.

The big tent was opened, and Xu Qingluo and three others came in.

Xu Qingluo glanced left and right, not missing any corner.

Zhu Ni blushed even more when she saw her, and said hurriedly: "Come back so early?"

"I've played it all before, it's boring." Xu Qingluo's bright eyes wandered around and she replied casually: "Uncle Lin is really interesting."

Zhu Ni glared at her.

Xu Qingluo looked back and said with a smile: "Why is he running away? When he comes, he only sees you, Sister Zhu, and you don't want to see us at all. He is so heartless and cruel!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhu Ni said angrily with a red face.

Zhou Yu smiled and pulled Xu Qingluo's sleeves.

If he continues talking, Zhu Ni will become angry.

Xu Qingluo suppressed her smile and said sternly: "Sister Zhu, we went to inquire about it. This deputy guard does have an excellent official reputation. He can get both sides of the situation, and everyone from top to bottom praises him. He is really awesome."

Zhu Ni frowned: "Well, let's leave it like that for now."

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes turned on her face, thoughtfully.

When Zhu Ni saw her like this, she felt inexplicably guilty, and her face turned red again, like a drunken beauty.

Zhou Yu said: "Uncle Lin wants to keep an eye on him?"

Zhu Ni nodded lightly.

Zhou Yang showed a smile and said: "Fortunately, Uncle Lin is here. With him helping to keep an eye on it, there will definitely be flaws."

I can't ask my uncle for help, and my uncle won't help. It's great to have Uncle Lin to help me.

"If there is any flaw, he will be overthrown." Xu Qingluo snorted: "It's the father's fault if the son doesn't teach him. Who allowed him to have such a son who deserves death!"

All three nodded.

They agree with this view.

In this world, this concept is also deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

My son made a mistake, and I must be responsible, especially for such vicious things.

Ning Zhenzhen and Xie Yunhao quickly caught up with the fourteen black-robed old men.

The fourteen people were divided into three rows, four by four, six, like fourteen skeletons wrapped in black robes, with the shapes of the rugged bones clearly visible on the black robes.

Ning Zhenzhen was hanging far away, about three hundred meters away, and did not get closer.

They had to use secret techniques to escape if they got too close. Three hundred meters or so was just right. It was dangerous if they were too close, but unnecessary if they were too far.

The fourteen-year-old man in black robe finally stopped in a green bamboo forest, turned his head and glanced at the two of them, ignoring them.

"Miss Mo, you said that they are old and still great masters, so they should be greedy for life and afraid of death. How dare you come here?"

"Maybe Dayun's reward is generous enough."

"What kind of reward can make fourteen of their great masters come to die?"

"It is probably of great benefit to Xuanmeng Sect." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head gently: "General benefits will not allow them to die calmly."

It is indeed a good deal to exchange fourteen dying old men for the rise of the sect.

"So, they are for Xuanmeng Sect?"

"That's how it should be."

"...I'm a little impressed." Xie Yunhao couldn't help but think of himself.

If his death resulted in the rise of his daughter, would he agree?

I'm afraid I need to think about it carefully.

Unless at a critical moment of life and death, he has to choose between his daughter and himself before he can die for his daughter, otherwise, he will not sacrifice his life just for her future.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Lao Xie, no matter what they do, no matter whether they are good people or bad people, they are the ones who want to kill us."

"Oh..., yes." Xie Yunhao sighed.

Ning Zhenzhen glanced at him.

The two of them were standing on the top of a bamboo forest. The bamboo forest undulated with the wind like blue waves. A gust of wind blew, and rustling sounds were everywhere.

They rise and fall with the green bamboo.

Ning Zhenzhen is wearing a green shirt, her graceful figure rises and falls with the green bamboo, and her green shirt flutters, which is pleasing to the eye.

Xie Yunhao ignored this and smiled embarrassedly: "I am just like this, sentimental, sentimental at an inappropriate time."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "This shows that you, Old Xie, are kind-hearted."

"Hehe..." Xie Yunhao laughed to himself.

In today's world, kindness is not something to be admired. Strong martial arts are the foundation, and his martial arts are not strong enough.

If it weren't for his unique tracking skills, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to enter Prince Chun's mansion as a guest.

Ning Zhenzhen was refreshed: "Here they come."

Xie Yunhao looked over and found nine yellow clouds floating in the distance.

The nine bald heads were shining in the sun, but they were nine monks wearing bright yellow monk robes, floating and drifting like clouds.

They moved slowly, their light skills were elegant, and when they flew, they were elegant and ethereal, which was different from the ordinary light skills.

Generally, light skills give people the feeling of speed, while their light skills feel elegant, as if they are floating in the wind.

People would have an inexplicable illusion when watching them, as if they never fall down, but always float up and down.

The monk in the lead was tall and handsome, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, a high nose bridge, red lips and jade-like face. He was really a rare handsome man.

The bald head did not damage his handsomeness at all, but the shiny top of his head made him more handsome and extraordinary.

It was the famous Yuande monk of Dayong.

Yuande monk glanced at Ning Zhenzhen and Xie Yunhao from a distance, put his tenths together, and rushed towards the fourteen black-robed old men.

The fourteen black-robed old men were stopping in a green forest. When they saw them appear, they stood up one after another, and their eyes sunken in their deep sockets burst into faint light.

"Amitabha!" Yuande monk chanted the Buddha's name loudly.

"Amitabha!" The other eight middle-aged monks chanted the Buddha's name at the same time.

Yuande monk chanted the Buddha's name peacefully, while the other eight chanted the Buddha's name loudly, condensing together to form a strange vibration.

Xie Yunhao found that his body was shaking, and every muscle was shaking, as if it was about to break away from his bones.

His face changed drastically, and he looked at Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen was calm and composed, without any abnormality.

She threw a jade pendant from her sleeve.

When they returned to Prince Chun's mansion, they had returned the jade pendant to Ning Zhenzhen reluctantly.

Although they were extremely reluctant and wanted to take it for themselves, they could not shamelessly ask for it because they had saved their lives.

In the end, they watched Prince Chun take away two.

Xie Yunhao hurriedly caught the jade pendant.

Suddenly, a cool breath penetrated into his palm, along his arm to his brain, and the shaking and detachment of his body disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he said softly, "What kind of miraculous feat is this?"

Ning Zhenzhen said softly, "It should be the Demon Subduing Dragon Sound."

As expected, he is the famous Yuande Divine Monk and the Great Miaolian Temple. This Demon Subduing Dragon Sound has the effect of taking the initiative.

With such a sudden blow, the other party almost collapsed.

Then look at the fourteen old men in black robes, their black robes fluttering, as if they were standing in the wind, and their skull-like faces clenched their teeth.

"Amitabha!" Yuande Divine Monk clasped his hands together again, and his voice became deeper and deeper, as if it was a low roar from ancient times.

Even though Ning Zhenzhen and Xie Yunhao were far apart, and even though the Qingxin Mantra was lingering around, they still felt their eardrums being hit hard, rumbling like thunder rolling in their ears.

"Amitabha!" The eight middle-aged monks shouted at the same time, high-pitched like the sound coming from the sky.

The two voices merged.

"Bang bang bang bang bang...!"

The fourteen old men in black robes flew out one after another, spurting blood arrows in the air, and fell heavily into the bamboo forest.

Xie Yunhao was stunned, he didn't expect Yuande Divine Monk and his men to be so fierce.

Without bloodshed.

Ning Zhenzhen watched intently.

She looked solemn, not happy, because she found that the monk Yuande did not look relaxed, but more solemn.

She looked at the fourteen black-robed old men lying in the bamboo forest.

After they spurted out a stream of blood, they did not feel weak, but their eyes were bright and brighter.

The monk Yuande put his palms together and bowed to Ning Zhenzhen and the others.

Ning Zhenzhen gritted her teeth, flashed three times, and her green shadow had crossed more than 300 meters and landed beside the fourteen black-robed old men, and she slapped her palms.

Like a flying jade butterfly, she lightly knocked away two black-robed old men, and then flashed again and knocked away two more.

"Amitabha!" The monk Yuande chanted the Buddha's name again.

This chant became deeper and deeper, as if the whole world was resounding.

"Amitabha!" The high-pitched and exciting chant followed, and it matched his chant, filling the world.

Ning Zhenzhen's figure became light, psychedelic, and slow, and her palms easily slapped six people away.

In the blink of an eye, only four black-robed old men were left untouched.

Seeing this, the four black-robed old men turned around and left, but were caught up by Ning Zhenzhen.

"Amitabha!" The voices of Yuande Divine Monk and the other eight monks sounded at the same time, shocking the four black-robed old men.

Then they were knocked out by Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen flashed and returned to Xie Yunhao.

Yuande Divine Monk floated in front of Ning Zhenzhen, and the other eight monks went to deal with the black-robed old men who fell to the ground.

"Thank you, Master Mo." Yuande Divine Monk clasped his hands and thanked him solemnly.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled faintly: "I am just the icing on the cake, Master Yuande has worked hard."

Yuande Divine Monk shook his head calmly: "Without Master Mo, I am afraid it would take more effort."

The Demon-Subduing Dragon Sound of the Great Miaolian Temple is specifically used to restrain this kind of spiritual art.

But the cultivation of these fourteen black-robed old men is too deep, and they cannot be defeated by the Demon Subduing Dragon Sound alone. Once they fight, it is hard to say who will win. Even if they can win, they will pay a price.