Nightwatcher

Tiandihui, Jinlian is really a ghost named Xu Qi'an sighed inwardly, and narrated his plan.

As he listened, Chu Yuanzhen suddenly felt something was wrong, and sent a letter:

[Wait, why are you the main force? Even if you have been promoted to the fourth rank, it is impossible to be Joan's opponent. 】

Everyone suddenly reacted. .

Especially Li Miaozhen, who witnessed Xu Qi'an's promotion to the fourth rank, no one knows Xu Qi'an better than her.

No matter how invincible he is in the fourth-rank realm, the fourth-rank is still a fourth-rank, and he is still a mortal. It is too far from the third-rank, the realm where countless warriors are stuck.

And Joan of Arc is the second rank of the Daoist sect.

Two great realms, the difference between cloud and mud.

Xu Qi'an passed on the letter and said: [I am a third grade. 】

? ? ?

Everyone in the Tiandihui was once again hit like a frenzy, and their minds were full of question marks.

What did I hear? This kid is third grade? ! Did he hang out with Confucian people for a long time, and got into the bad habit of bragging? Chu Yuanzhen was stunned.

You bastard, you are too bullying. When I first met you in Yunzhou, you were just a little Tonggong of the eighth rank! ! The little soul in Li Miaozhen's body was screaming.

Others had their own shocks.

At this moment, everyone in the Tiandihui recalled the scene when No. 3 had just obtained the fragments of the book from the ground. At that time, he was still a little person who was scared by Taoist Zilian.

At that time, it was last October.

He was full of calculations, almost exactly one year, and he only took one year to step out of the realm of mortals and become a real, transcendent existence.

A third-rank martial artist has strong vitality and a long lifespan, and there is no problem in living for hundreds of years.

He is no longer a mortal.

Can someone really be promoted from the eighth rank to the third rank within one year? The Confucian saints back then probably didn't have this strength.

In Tiandihui, everyone has their own chances, and everyone is a talented young talent, but they have to admit that they are a bit mediocre in front of Xu Qi'an.

Why don't you talk anymore, are you all autistic? Seeing that no one spoke for a long time, Xu Qi'an sent a letter:

【Brother Chu, when you return to the capital, remember to bring Erlang back with you. Send him to Yunlu Academy to meet my second uncle and aunt. 】

The house deed and title deed of Jianzhou were bought by him secretly when he went to Mount Quanrong that day. No one told him that he went to Mount Quanrong alone at that time.

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an frowned, realizing that he seemed to have forgotten something.

At that time, Cao Qingyang asked me to go to Quanrong Mountain for a banquet, so I went alone, bought a house on the way, and then met the ancestors of the Wulin League. Well, there is nothing wrong with it.

[Four: I understand, I will return to the capital overnight. You asked Si Tianjian to prepare a qi-invigorating pill for me. 】

If he dies from exhaustion and wields his sword with all his strength, he can return to the capital within three hours. It was late at night at that time, and he could still take a short nap and take the pill to regain his breath, so that the important event would not be delayed.

At the end of the group chat, Xu Qi'an put away the fragments of the book, and drew out the peace knife with his backhand, poof! Cut off his little finger.

"Even if you don't use Vajra Invincibility, it's very difficult to hurt my body with the sharpness of the Taiping knife alone. It must be supplemented by Qi mechanism to transform it into knife energy!"

Xu Qi'an nodded, extremely satisfied with his current physique.

Immediately, he felt the wound Xiao pointed out, the cells were dividing at a frightening speed, trying to repair the wound.

He forcibly held back this "instinct", bent down to pick up his little finger, and brought it to the cut.

The flesh and blood squirmed, and the little finger was reconnected, and it returned to its original state without any scars.

He looked at himself: "Every cell of the third-rank Wufu is filled with a huge breath of life. If there is a microscope, my cells should be different from ordinary human cells.

"Um, will this make me sterilized?! It shouldn't be so. There are half-demons in this world, which means that reproductive isolation rules can't control this world. You can see Song Qing's terrible life grafting technique. At that time, I was scared. I didn't think about it

"Fourth-rank warriors devouring blood pills are almost a lifespan, no, ten deaths are none, no wonder almost no one dares to take this path, no wonder there are so many great martial arts masters, but only King Zhenbei is a third-rank.

"Furthermore, vulgar warriors don't understand the method of refining blood pills by tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of living people. Daoists master this secret technique. Duke Huai got the help of the Daoist chief of the Dizong back then. As for whether wizards and warlocks understand it, let's just say unknown.

"As for someone like me, there is a martial artist at the peak who voluntarily gave up part of his blood essence to congee blood pills to help me advance. I can only say that my father is very kind. Well, the supervisor also has credit. Without his arrangement, I would not have been able to lay the foundation in advance.

"Wei Gong's gift is out of emotion and inheritance. I don't know why Jianzheng's gift is, but I already know part of it now. Hey, isn't it just to kill the emperor. The dynasty is the foundation of warlocks. Luck backfired.

"I'm different. I'm just a martial artist. Moreover, I have good luck and am not afraid of backlash. But killing the emperor will eventually cause karma."

He played with his little finger, recalling the state of his body just now.

"After the third rank, martial artists can not only regenerate broken limbs, but also connect stumps. The former is consuming their own blood. If they keep cutting limbs and rebirthing, sooner or later they will be exhausted and tortured to death.

"The latter consumes very little. After all, there is no need to regenerate and rebuild the body. In addition, at the beginning of the third rank, if the head is cut off, you will die. Because the soul is not strong enough. This is the situation I am now.

"In the middle stage of the third rank, when the primordial spirit catches up with the physical body, even if the head is cut off, a new skull can be grown, and the primordial spirit can return to its place. But if under such circumstances, the primordial spirit is replaced by a wizard or a Taoist master However, the risk of perishing is still very high.

"In addition, if the body is dismembered, the various parts cannot return quickly. Even if it is a third-rank, it will cause too much blood loss due to instinctive repair, and it will die soon. In other words, dismembering the corpse is to kill a high-rank martial artist the best way.

"Hiss~ From this point of view, how terrifying is Shenshu?"

Shenshu was dismembered and sealed in Sangbo for five hundred years. During the five hundred years, the essence and blood were not lost, and he still had vitality. In addition, Shenshu's primordial spirit has not been wiped out for five hundred years.

The higher the cultivation base, the more you understand the horror of the gods.

How strong is Shenshu at the peak level, an old prisoner with one punch?

Xu Qi'an stepped into the air with one step, and broke through the air amidst the "boom" explosion of the air machine.

Third-rank martial arts fighters can rely on the air force to fly in the air. Among the air defense methods of the major systems, this is forced air defense, which consumes the most and is the slowest. The flying speed is the slowest in the same realm.

But if it's on land, Wu Fu's speed is the fastest.

Even if it is a warlock who controls the teleportation, unless he teleports to a dozen miles or tens of miles in one go, otherwise, the short-distance teleportation can easily be overtaken by the warrior's explosive power.

Then take a set of combos close to you.

Soon, the capital is in sight.

Xu Qi'an landed on the ground, disguised as the handsome guy from his previous life, mixed into the bustling crowd, and became one of the crowd.

He returned to the Star Observation Tower, jumped onto the Eight Diagrams platform together, and in the howling wind, with a "click", landed firmly beside Jianzheng.

"Where's Senior Brother Yang?" Xu Qi'an asked the old supervisor.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to take the blow, so he's locked up underground." The prisoner said expressionlessly.

Life is already so difficult, why can't you let me have fun with Senior Brother Yang? Xu Qi'an muttered, and then said: "I have already entered the third rank, I need to be supervised."

The prisoner nodded, and slapped Xu Qi'an on the head.

The wheels rattle.

The luxury carriage made of rosewood is parked outside Lingbao Temple.

Xu Qi'an got out of Lin'an's carriage after being dressed up, and Neimei Xiaoyu held up her skirt and jumped down steadily with Xu Qi'an's support.

Mounted gracefully walked to the door of Lingbao Temple, raised his chin slightly, and said in a sweet voice, "I want to see the national teacher, um, is my father there?"

"His Majesty is not in the temple."

Xiao Daotong, who was guarding the gate, immediately went into the temple to report. After a while, he hurried back and said, "Your Highness, the national teacher is here to invite you."

Mounting then led Xu Qi'an inside.

"Your Highness, tomorrow, no matter what happens, don't hate me"

With seductive peach blossom eyes shining, she said softly, "No. Are you going to get engaged?!"

The voice suddenly rose.

Xu Qi'an shook his head, wanted to hold her hand, but gave up after thinking about it, the big shark might have "looked" over.

A mature sea king, holding a steel fork in his hand, must know how to insert the right fish at the right time.

It's obviously out of date now, the smell of blood will arouse the viciousness of the big shark inside.

Close to Luo Yuheng's quiet courtyard, leaving Lin'an waiting outside, he entered the courtyard and pushed open the door of Luo Yuheng's quiet room.

The mature and glamorous national teacher sat cross-legged on the futon, her eyes were slightly closed, and there was a little cinnabar between her brows, which made her beautiful face look a bit cold and immortal.

"I have entered the third rank." Xu Qi'an whispered.

Luo Yuheng suddenly opened his eyes, staring at him burningly.

Her heart trembled violently, and she was almost unable to control her expression, which caused drastic emotional changes on her fair and cold face.

"How did you do it?"

Luo Yuheng subconsciously lowered his voice, as if discussing a secret.

"Before Duke Wei left for the expedition, he left me a blood pill." Xu Qi'an said through voice transmission: "In addition, I have already investigated the case of the first emperor Joan."

He told Luo Yuheng the whole story.

Luo Yuheng was silent for a long time, nodded slowly, and said with a half-breath and half-sigh, "I see."

Xu Qi'an said bluntly: "I want to kill the king, but with my own strength, I'm afraid I won't be the match of the late emperor. I ask the national teacher to help me."

Killing the king not only kills Yuan Jing, but also Joan of Arc.

Luo Yuheng didn't answer, his voice was cold and crisp:

"Jianzheng will not take action against the emperor. This is because warlocks are inseparable from the dynasty. The price of killing the emperor is unbearable for Jianzheng. Otherwise, the emperors of all dynasties would not be so relieved of Jianzheng.

"However, masters after the third rank, no matter which system they belong to, are not willing to take action against the emperor of the world. Because killing a person with great luck will also be backlashed by luck.

"I've reached a critical moment, I can't bear this backlash, why are you taking off your pants?!"

Luo Yuheng slightly frowned, this kid actually took off his coat and undid his belt in front of her.

"Didn't the national teacher always want to double cultivate with me, don't miss it." Xu Qi'an was serious.

Then, he saw the Daoist head of the Renzong family, a great teacher of the state, a peerless beauty with a national beauty and heavenly fragrance, two clusters of red clouds floated on his face.

Luo Yuheng looked at him with a complicated expression: "You, you already know."

Xu Qi'an nodded: "Dao Priest Jinlian told me."

Regardless of whether Jinlian is a man or a wolf, let's cheat first.

Luo Yuheng raised his brows upside down, looked to one side, and said lightly:

"Although I have, I have this plan, but... it is not necessary for you, the matter of the Taoist companion is not child's play."

She had a cold expression and a cold tone, but her unsophisticated words betrayed her.

The national teacher is still a little girl with a sense of ritual, so it’s not child’s play. Well, of course I also take a bath, and there are many steps that should be taken. Xu Qi’an complained in his heart, stopped understanding the behavior of the belt, and said with a smile:

"After killing the king, I will be the teacher of the state."

He did this just to meet Luo Yuheng honestly. You are greedy for my body, I beg you to help me. Of course, I am also a little bit greedy for your body. This is more like an exchange of benefits.

However, Xu Qi'an's impression of Luo Yuheng is not bad, and he doesn't mind having sex first, and then cultivating feelings.

The ancients said: long time makes love!

The water in Luo Yuheng's eyes flickered, and at the same time, there was a rare embarrassment, and he said lightly: "I will do it tomorrow, get out!"

Xu Qi'an bowed and bowed, and exited the quiet room.

After leaving the courtyard, Zhuangxiang came up to welcome him, and asked chirpingly, "What did you talk to the national teacher about?"

Xu Qi'an replied truthfully: "I want to invite the national teachers to double cultivate, but she refused."

Zhuangzhuan rolled his eyes.

Xu Qi'an said again: "She thinks that being a Taoist couple is not a trifling matter, and she has to ask me to carry a big sedan chair to marry her."

She giggled coquettishly like a little hen: "I haven't left the Lingbao temple yet, be careful if the national teacher hears it, and blame it."

Xu Qi'an glanced at her, you won't be able to laugh in the future.

"Next, take me to the palace." He said.

After Wang Zhenwen returned home, he asked his family members to pack up and salute. From personal clothes to antiques, furniture, calligraphy and paintings, they all put them into the box.

The family members were at a loss, but they knew something big had happened.

Second Master Wang dared to ask several times, but he didn't get a reply, so he didn't dare to ask again.

He kept encouraging his most favored sister to inquire about information.

Wang Simu came to a judgment in his mind after going through the recent court situation and his father's efforts to win Wei Yuan's reputation.

Two possibilities, one, the father intends to resign. Second, His Majesty intends to have his father resign.

This mansion was bestowed by the royal family and located in the imperial city. Unlike the hereditary nobles, once the civil servant resigned and returned to his hometown, this kind of mansion bestowed by the imperial court would be taken back by the imperial court.

Unlike nobles, after the death of Lao Tzu, the title will be replaced by a son-in-law, and the mansion bestowed by the emperor can be passed down forever.

Ordinarily it shouldn't be, given the relationship between father and Wei Yuan, even if heroes cherish each other, they are political enemies after all. There is no need to do this step. Wang Simu frowned and scolded:

"Second brother, are you annoying? Just stay and go."

Second Master Wang turned off the fire immediately, curled his lips, and left in a flick of his sleeves.

Just at this time, a servant came to report: "Miss, Princess Lin'an is here."

Wang Simu was a little surprised, and immediately got up and went out to greet her. He and Lin'an were considered good friends, and the two sides had contacts from time to time.

When I came to the living room, I immediately saw the second princess in the red dress, with an oval face and peach blossom eyes, as charming as ever.

"Your Highness!"

Wang Simu bowed and saluted, observing Lin'an's mood. Speaking of which, Princess Huaiqing played a vital role in the reason why she and Lin'an became good friends.

Princess Lin'an likes to be a monster, and she is a bitch, but apart from acting like a baby, she knows how to please Yuan Jingdi, and she has no strong skills.

Until he got to know Wang Simu, he had a dog-headed military adviser, and often asked Wang Simu for ideas to make things difficult for Huaiqing.

Although most of the time, Wang Simu's ideas will make Lin'an lose everything, but occasionally they can cause a lot of damage to Huaiqing.

"Simu!"

Lin'an greeted him with a smile, and asked, "I want to see Wang Shoufu."

As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Qi'an who was disguised in disguise.

Wang Simu, who was very observant, immediately noticed this detail and examined Xu Qi'an again.

Unremarkable, very mediocre in appearance and temperament.

But since this man was able to be brought by His Highness Lin'an's side, he must have a different identity.

At this time, she heard this mediocre man laughing:

"Yo, sister-in-law."

PS: This is only the second volume, and it is still too early to finish. As I said, the second volume is a turning point in the whole book, and you will know it when you read on. After the end of the second volume, write a single chapter to chat with everyone.