Martial Arts: Invincible Starting From The Full-Level Magic System

Yun Pokong was determined, smiled and said to Xiao Wuji: "Lord Xiao has worked hard all the way here, please rest at Feixue Villa for one night, and I want to hold a banquet for you.

Xiao Wuji thought for a while, did not refuse, nodded and said: "Okay, respect is worse than obedience."

It was really hard for him to come all the way. Not only did he sleep in the wilderness along the way, he also suffered several assassinations, so he really needed a good rest.

Afterwards, Feixue Villa hosted a banquet in honor of Xiao Wuji, and the owner had a good time.

After the banquet, Yun Pokong also ordered two maids to take care of Xiao Wuji's daily life, and at the same time gave him a big gift.

Xiao Wuji counted carefully, and there were a total of one hundred thousand taels of silver notes.

Xiao Wuji couldn't help sighing that Feixue Villa deserves to be the number one drugstore in Tongzhou, and it's really generous.

These big dogs really don't take money as money.

One hundred thousand taels of silver bills were thrown out casually.

Of course, Xiao Wuji would not refuse the money that came to his door, so he accepted it safely.

Early the next morning, Xiao Wuji left immediately and left Feixue Villa alone.

Xiao Wuji knew that the real danger had just begun.

The journey back to Jinling is ten or a hundred times more dangerous than going out of Jinling.

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

Xiao Wuji rode his horse and galloped wildly, the horse's hooves trampled past, kicking up dust all over the sky.

On the same day, Xiao Wuji left the boundary of Tongzhou and went straight to Shangyang Mansion.

Rumble!

The sky was cloudy, and thunder exploded.

It's the rainy season at this moment, and the speed of God's face change is faster than that of women, because the rain comes when it says it will.

The torrential rain poured down, Xiao Wuji had a strong energy to protect his body, but he didn't feel anything.

But the horse under his crotch couldn't bear it.

The heavy rain was misty, and the water mist rose, and the road ahead was already difficult to see with the naked eye.

Helpless, Xiao Wuji had to find a post station to rest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Xiao Wuji got off his horse and opened the door.

"I'm coming."

An old postman in a coir raincoat hurried over, and after opening the wooden door, a token came into view.

The words "Qianhu, Vice Minister of Jinyiwei" are clearly visible on it.

Seeing that it was the arrival of Jin Yiwei, the old guard at the post station did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly knelt down to salute, "The villain sees Lord Qianhu, but I don't know that Lord Qianhu is coming. If I am disappointed, I hope to forgive my sin."

The old soldier was terrified and trembling, like walking on thin ice.

I don't know if they are afraid of Xiao Wuji, or simply afraid of Jin Yiwei's area.

Xiao Wuji looked at the old pawn as if sweeping him up and down, and said with a blank expression: "Get up, get ready for a room."

"Also, feed my horse well."

"Yes, yes, people come with me on a sunny day."

The old soldier nodded again and again, respectfully welcoming Xiao Wuji into the station.

Shangyang Mansion is an important traffic route, and there are many officials coming and going.

Therefore, this inn is very large, not three times larger than an ordinary inn.

Now it is the rainy season, and there are many officials who come to the post station to take shelter from the rain.

Xiao Wuji walked into the lobby of the post station, and saw several people sitting down to eat.

Seeing Xiao Wuji's arrival, these people looked up and down one after another, as if they wanted to find out where Xiao Wuji was an official, how high the official residence was, and whether there was a deep background behind it.

Don't underestimate these local officials, their vision is very vicious.

Thanks to the pair of piercing eyes that have been cultivated in many years of official career, an official is probably a high-rank official, whether a Beijing official or a local official, a civil official or a military officer, and whether there is support from the big boss behind them, they can make a prediction with just one look.

After a few more glances and a conversation, combined with some details, you can basically guess the truth.

Xiao Wuji had a long knife hanging from his waist, and he knew he was a military officer at a glance, so there was no need to guess.

An official saw Xiao Wuji's majestic and imposing manner, and he may have a lot of background, so he immediately got up and approached him with a smile on his face, and said, "Sima Xiang Tuoshi, who was marching in Tongzhou, has met your lord, and you dare to ask your lord's name. But come to Tongzhou on business?"

As soon as these words came out, several officials in the hall all commented on Xiao Wuji, waiting for his answer.

Xiao Wuji glanced at the person in front of him, with a strange expression on his face, then smiled and said: "Handle things safely, and your name will go down in history. Master Xiang's name really has meaning."

"My official is Xiao Wuji, Deputy Qianhu of Jinyiwei, Fusi of Beizhen."

"It turned out to be Lord Qianhu, the next Xiang Tuoshi is polite!"

When Xiang Tuoshi heard that Xiao Wuji was the Deputy Qianhu, he immediately bowed in fear and fear.

Tongzhou is a lower state, and the marching Sima is only a seventh-rank official.

And Jin Yiwei's deputy Qianhu is the fifth-rank official title of the imperial court, and he is a Beijing official from Beizhen Fusi, which is more important than him as a marching Sima.

Several other officials also got up and saluted one after another, with flattering and awe-inspiring expressions.

Jin Yiwei is the Son of Heaven's pro-army, they dare not offend, they only dare to go up to build relationships.

If they can embrace this thick thigh, their future career will be more promising.

Ignoring the idea of ​​a few people flirting with each other, Xiao Wuji went directly to a table and sat down.

Without Xiao Wuji's orders, the post station old soldier brought up the food and drinks with two young soldiers.

Xiao Wuji drank alone, ate meat, and quickly emptied the food and drink in front of him.

Putting down his chopsticks, Xiao Wuji looked at the post station veteran and said, "The food and wine in your post station are really good, although they are not as good as Chef Jinling, but they have a special taste.

"If you don't work as a postman and open a restaurant instead, you'll probably get rich long ago."

The post station old man smiled fearfully and said, "Your Excellency Qianhu, what kind of skill is this old man?"

"It's just that the old man didn't marry a wife in his life, so he learned how to cook by himself."

Xiao Wuji took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "I said you did a good job, that's right, it's not an exaggeration.

"This wine is also very good, with a mellow taste and a long aftertaste."

The post station old man said respectfully: "It's as long as Qianhu adults like it."

Xiao Wuji took a deep look at the old pawn, and said with a smile: "If there is no poison in the wine, it must taste better.

"It's a pity that the poison is mixed into the wine, and the aroma of the wine will change. This pot of good wine was wasted."

Although the sound was flat, it was like a thunderclap, shaking the heads of several officials in the lobby.

"What, poisoned?"

"Is there poison in the wine?"

Several officials were startled|jumped, and stood up from their chairs as if their buttocks were on fire.

Several officials also scratched their throats hard, trying to spit out the wine in their stomachs.

Xiang Tuoshi looked at Xiao Wuji with a look of fear and asked, "Master Qianhu is joking, right? Is there really poison in the wine?"

Xiao Wuji didn't answer, but just looked at the post station veteran quietly.

And there was no trace of panic on the face of the post station old soldier at the moment, only calm and indifference.

"When did you find out?"

As soon as the inn old man said this, it proved that Xiao Wuji was not joking, and the wine was really poisonous.

Several officials were enraged immediately, and yelled at the old guard at the post station, "You lowly old man, you dare to poison the wine, what are you thinking?"

"How many lives do you have to pay for how dare you murder the imperial court official?"

"Hurry up and hand over the antidote!"

A group of officials, in the desperate situation of death, showed their ugliness and were extremely embarrassed, like wild dogs on the side of the road, only incompetent and furious.

The post station veteran ignored the insults from the group of officials, just quietly looked at Xiao Wuji, waiting for Xiao Wuji's answer.

Xiao Wuji drank the poisonous wine in his hand, and said calmly: "I found out from the moment I entered the door."

"Isn't it suspicious that you, an old soldier at the post station, are actually wearing good official boots?"

"Plus the fact that you walk silently, it means that the lightness kung fu is very good."

"How can an old pawn guarding the station have such good lightness skills? No one will believe you if you say you are fine."

The post station veteran clapped his hands and smiled, admiringly said: "Xiao Wuji deserves to be Xiao Wuji, he really has a unique vision.

"But even if you find out, so what? You have already been poisoned by my Duanhun Powder. There is no cure for this poison. You are doomed today!"

Before the words fell, the officials in the lobby fell to the ground and howled, holding their stomachs and screaming.

One after another, the officials vomited black blood, and all of them died of poison in the blink of an eye.

The court officials who were bossy before have all become households.

"What a powerful poison!"

Xiao Wuji looked at the corpse on the ground calmly, shaking his head slightly, feeling a little regretful and helpless.

It's not that he didn't want to save people, but that he came too late.

When Xiao Wuji entered the station, these officials had already eaten food and wine, and were already poisoned.

It was too late for him to save people.

The old soldier at the post station said with a proud face: "This is the Duan Hun powder that I carefully prepared, of course it is powerful!"

But as soon as the words were spoken, the expression of the post station old man suddenly changed, revealing a hint of surprise and fear.

Because he saw that Xiao Wuji was still drinking leisurely.

And in that wine, the highly poisonous Duan Hun San was surprisingly put.

Knowing that the wine was poisonous, Xiao Wuji still drank it, and after drinking so much, he was still safe.

"You...why don't you fall down?"

Xiao Wuji smiled playfully, "Why did I fall down?"

The face of the post station old man changed drastically, "Are you not poisoned?!!!"

Xiao Wuji said: "Of course I am not poisoned."

He has nine suns to protect his body, and he is invulnerable to all poisons.

In Xiao Wuji's eyes, the so-called Duan Hun San's highly poisonous poison is food, and even drinking it from a bowl won't hurt him at all.

Wanting to poison him to death is simply a fantasy.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The old soldier at the post station couldn't believe it, "After being hit by my Duanhun powder, there is no way you are still alive."

"No one in the world can solve my Duan Hun San!"

The old postman's face was pale, seeing Xiao Wuji was like seeing a ghost.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Just as the old soldier in the post station was shouting in a panic, there was suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps and splashing water outside the door.

It was the sound of a group of people quickly stepping into a puddle.

In the blink of an eye, the rain outside the station was already full of people.

"Kill him quickly!"

Seeing these people, the post station old man immediately ran out of the lobby, shouting as he ran.

But a knife light was faster than him.

The light of the knife flashed by, and the head of the old soldier at the post station flew up.

"If it wasn't for the purpose of seeing what you have behind you, why would I talk so much nonsense to you?"

Xiao Wuji glanced indifferently at the headless corpse at his feet, stepped over the corpse and walked out of the lobby.

I saw dense figures standing impressively in the rain curtain outside the lobby.

At a glance, there are seventy or eighty people.

These people were wearing bamboo hats and black clothes, holding horizontal knives in their hands, and their murderous aura was firmly locked on Xiao Wuji.

The sky was cloudy with thunder, the storm was violent, and the cold wind was howling.

The war is imminent.

Xiao Wuji didn't talk nonsense, he drew his sword and slashed without saying a word.

These people are all here to kill him, either from Qishalou or Li Wenbo, there is nothing to ask, just kill him.

Clang, a saber qi slashed down in the air, instantly tore open the rain curtain and smashed into the crowd.

With a loud bang, more than a dozen killers exploded, leaving no bones left!