Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 52 Drizzle in the sky

Nian Qiansheng pushed open the bedroom door.

The fresh air in the courtyard rushes into the lungs, taking away the stale air from the night.

Wearing a thin middle coat, he habitually walked to the corner of the courtyard, picked up the long spear for training, and raised his hand to perform a set of marksmanship, picking and thrusting, sweeping and vertical slashing, and his strong posture was the perfect combination of strength and beauty. combine.

"call--"

After the dance of guns and flowers, Nian Qiansheng looked at the spear that had been with him for several years with mixed emotions.

He was born as a general and practiced martial arts since childhood.

It is said in the world that Prince Nian is a martial arts prodigy who is seen once in a century. He is born with supernatural powers and has excellent understanding. He will definitely become a figure like that martial arts master in the future.

But at this moment, he felt confused about his path.

"When a cultivator doesn't have the intention to kill, he doesn't even have the right to choose to die in battle..."

he murmured.

If you have never seen it with your own eyes, you cannot imagine how weak the warrior soldiers are in front of the immortal cultivators. They can be like dust in the palm of your hand and disperse with just a gentle blow.

…

At this time Wu You was already walking on the road to the palace.

Several groups of palace maids and eunuchs passed by. He waved his hand and strengthened his aura-blocking technique, passing them by.

Soon, he saw King Hongwu again, with the same eunuch still serving him.

The other party had obviously just woken up and had not had time to change his clothes. He was slightly surprised by Wu You's arrival and was stunned for a long time before speaking.

"What's the emergency, Immortal?"

Wu You nodded and motioned for him to sit down: "The previous judgment may be wrong. I need to check it carefully for you again."

There was no sadness or joy in King Hongwu's expression. He just nodded slowly and sat down with his hands on the table.

?

Something is wrong.

King Hongwu's reaction was too late.

Without any delay, he directly grasped King Wu's arm and looked at his withered body with his spiritual thoughts.

It was completely different from last time. Under the inspection of his spiritual consciousness, a magic circle in King Wu's chest was emitting bursts of evil light.

"Huh?? This is..."

Wu You used his spiritual consciousness to observe the magic circle again and again, with a clear expression on his face. He knew why King Wu's illness was so severe.

Because he didn't get it.

Wu You is not proficient in this technique, but his training foundation in Gold Core Realm allows him to vaguely discern the function of the magic circle - to absorb the spiritual energy of the body and isolate the mind. It should be from the hands of the Demonic Cultivator.

All the illnesses of King Hongwu originated from this.

When I came here before, the magic circle had almost drained the aura and vitality from King Wu's body. Because of this, without the supply of aura, the magic circle was almost invisible and its effect was greatly reduced. When King Hongwu was near death, he was even more powerful than before. More awake now.

But...he couldn't figure it out this time.

Under the touch of his spiritual thoughts, the array patterns in King Hongwu's body glowed slightly. This array has existed in his body for so many years and has assimilated part of his flesh and bones.

In this case, let alone forcibly breaking the formation, even if it was removed normally, it would probably only make King Wu die in a sober state.

Withdrawing his hand, Wu You ignored King Wu who was slow to respond, told the eunuch to take care of him and left.

When we walked out of the palace, the clouds above our heads became even lower, and soon a drizzle began to fall from the sky. The moist water vapor in the air was refreshing and comfortable, sweeping away the stuffy feeling before the rain.

Wu You stood on the long street, stretching out his hand to catch a drop of rain.

Waiting for a long time,

No drops of water fell from my palm.

He suddenly came back to his senses, dissipated the body-protecting spiritual power of the Gold Core monk's body, and his palms were gradually moistened by the drizzle, and a small puddle formed in the palm of his hand.

…

The drizzle in the sky couldn't stop everyone from listening to books. The second floor of Qin Sanlang's teahouse was already full of people.

"Swish."

A certain Jianghu guest just went upstairs, shook the tiny water drops on his bamboo hat, and wanted to find a place to sit down...

Not found.

Okay, standing vote.

Why is the teahouse so busy?

Because what I want to tell today is none other than the story of last night's Shangzong Immortal retreating three armies with one sword. It is said that a certain peerless master jumped onto the tower and witnessed the battle with his own eyes, and then dictated it to the storyteller.

"Snapped!"

Xing Suo slapped the table, gathered everyone's attention, and the storyteller began to talk slowly about Jun Hou's departure from the city.

Let me make it clear first that Wu You is not here. If he were here, he would perform a live performance for everyone to use his toes to get out of three rooms and one living room.

In the corner, a young man muttered: "What immortal is really that powerful? Chengxi has been overthrown a long time ago."

Let’s look at his side-parted bangs and ponytail. His hair is down to his neck. It’s an iconic young hero hairstyle.

Look at the clothes again... Oops, catch me!

"You really listened, brat." The middle-aged policeman next to him had an unkempt beard and a red policeman's uniform that was very eye-catching here.

——This place and now is the scope of activities of Jianghu people.

But this is what a police officer does, and we cannot allow so many "knights" to gather and act without any control.

But fortunately, nothing happened in this small teahouse today, such as "checked the eyes, it's the person I want to kill" or "started fighting within five seconds of meeting".

After the storytelling was finished, everyone left. The light rain outside had stopped, and there was no need to hold an umbrella.

"Master, is there any case to be investigated today? Take me with you!"

"No, it's not a good thing to have a case."

During the conversation, the two detectives in red, one senior and one criminal, also left.

…

Half an hour later, when the two of them came out of the Jian'an Mansion Office, Chen Qiao hit Qiu Yi on the head with a brain collapse full of internal strength.

"hiss……"

The young detective held his head and gasped.

Chen Qiao looked helpless and pretended to throw the thin file in his hand to Qiu Yi: "Here, the case that is close to your heart."

When the young man wanted to take the file, he raised his arm and let him miss him. The other hand quickly held down Qiu Yi's face as he rushed towards him.

"Give me--"

Qiu Yi, who was holding his face with Chen Qiao's big hand and stretched his arms to reach the file, said vaguely.

He had nothing to say about this apprentice. The brat's martial arts had improved a lot in the past few years under his tutelage, but why was his brain not so bright?

Sighing secretly, Chen Qiao let go of Qiu Yi, raised the file with few clues in his hand, and said solemnly:

"The fun ends here. Please listen carefully to what I am going to say next."

"..."

"Don't stare at the file, look at me."

"..."

"Hey - (rising tone) you boy"

Chen Qiao simply put the file into his arms, put his hands on Qiu Yi's shoulders, and looked at each other: "Listen, kid, you can do anything else, but not this time. The death of the prince... this bastard The water is not something we can wade through, and you will risk your life in it."

Qiu Yi's eyes dimmed: "Then what should we do?"

"..."

"master?"

Seeing Chen Qiao's silence, Qiu Yi called out again.

This time Chen Qiao answered, but with a wry smile: "To express my stance...to express my stance to the people who are really in the dark: this case cannot be investigated."

Oops... It’s so hard to think about it. I’ll drag it on for another 4k chapters.

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