Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 205: The Jiang Family Venerable Dongfang and the Extinguishing Spirit Master

The night was dark.

On the spacious bed in the bedroom, Xiao Huang curled up and slept soundly.

Xin Zhuo's left hand separated the jade pillow that was pressing against his neck, while his right hand condensed in the air. Above the bed, eight True Qi condensed weapons formed the shape of the character "一" for a moment, and then transformed into the shape of the character "日" for another moment.

In an instant, the eight True Qi condensed weapons turned into swords, first forming the character "干" and then transforming into the character "杀".

The next moment, the small sword transformed into various weapons such as "刀" (knife), "棍" (stick), "戟" (spear), "斧" (axe), "钺" (battle-axe), "钩" (hook), "叉" (fork), and so on.

Anything he could think of in his mind could be transformed, everything was so smooth and easy.

"Isn't this just like playing?"

After thinking for a moment, he had a sudden inspiration. He took out the two small swords, his "lifeblood weapons," and infused them with the majestic True Qi of Xuan Bing Tian Lei, instantly destroying the residual traces inside and infusing his own True Qi.

In a moment of enlightenment, he connected with the two sword bodies.

With a gentle turn of his right index and middle fingers, the two Flying Swords carried a terrifying sharp aura and flashed away, quickly turning and changing direction as if they were under his complete control.

So these "lifeblood weapons" have come?

Can I control both of them?

Let's make do for now, we'll talk about it later!

After putting away the "lifeblood small swords," he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In a daze, he suddenly felt a soul-shaking aura approaching the bed.

A mysterious and powerful momentum flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Xin Zhuo woke up abruptly and was about to open his eyes, but he felt that this aura had no malicious intent.

The Venerable from the family? What is he here for?

While he was pondering, a pair of rough old hands pressed against his pulse from three feet away.

That's right! Although there was no contact, it felt as if he was being held by a pair of rough old hands!

The candlelight flickered, and at this moment, there was a white-haired, wrinkled old man standing in front of the bed. His back was slightly hunched, but his old eyes were sharp.

At first glance, this scene was somewhat horrifying, but as the old man's face gradually showed a loving expression, the horror dissipated.

Unfortunately, after a moment, a trace of doubt appeared on the old man's face, followed by disappointment. His figure flashed and disappeared from the room.

He didn't know how he entered, nor how he disappeared.

Xin Zhuo opened his eyes and gently moved his body. It felt a bit cold. The Venerable's True Qi had actually spread throughout his entire body through his wrist.

Testing?

With his Ghost Meridians and the Lunar Serenity Well Cultivation Technique, he couldn't even understand it himself. The Venerable probably couldn't surpass the Lunar Serenity Well, right?

...

The moonlight was bright.

The old man left the room and walked unsteadily towards the Venerable Tower. His back seemed even more hunched, and the moonlight stretched his figure.

His old face was full of despair and unwillingness.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped and looked ahead. There was a figure standing under the moonlight in front of him.

With silver-gray hair and a face that didn't look old, but with hands like tree bark, exuding a powerful aura of old age, he smiled lightly when he saw the old man. "Brother Jiang, it seems we haven't seen each other in thirty years?"

The old man sighed. "Thirty-one years and eight months. You were the most foolish back then, but you obtained the position of the Thirteen Array Formation. I have a deep impression of you."

A smile that didn't match his age appeared on Dongfang's face as he raised the wine jar in his hand. "Qingyang Alley, the old baijiu from the distillery opened by that old drunkard grandson. Although the old drunkard has been dead for many years, the spiciness of the liquor remains!"

"Let's go!" The old man nodded.

The two figures flashed and disappeared from their original location. When they reappeared, they were already at the top of the Venerable Tower.

The ghost monk and the great sword saint sitting at the gate of the tower below didn't notice anything.

On the simple and ancient top of the tower, Mr. Dongfang took out two cups, poured two glasses of wine, drank the first one himself, and looked out the window with emotion: "A hundred years is just a blink of an eye. I still remember when I was young, I came to the capital with a dirty face and bare feet, standing on the roadside in a daze.

At that time, Emperor Xuanzong had just ascended the throne, and the new emperor had ambitions in all directions. The Great Zhou Dynasty was full of vitality. Brother Jiang was handsome and young, riding a white horse and a luxurious carriage, causing pedestrians to make way for him. Brother Jiang, do you know what I thought at that time?"

Venerable Jiang's eyes also showed a hint of reminiscence, then he chuckled and raised his glass to drink: "What did you think?"

Mr. Dongfang smiled and said, "I just thought, when can I be as free and easy as Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Venerable laughed heartily, "Don't mention the recklessness of youth! You, a kid from the Western Region's White Crane Hill, also come from a prestigious sect, but you are proud and disdainful to establish yourself in the name of the sect. Later, you entered the Great Zhou Dynasty, became famous overnight, with extraordinary talent, who would dare to underestimate you? Emperor Xuanzong invited you to the palace, you refused seven times, and on the eighth time, you entered the Sword Department. For eleven years, you drank horses in the north, who dared to challenge your edge?"

Mr. Dongfang shook his head and smiled, "The past cannot be pursued! Do you still remember the immortal beauty of Miss Shangguan, the spirited young man Song Gongzi, the enchanting and alluring Fox Demon, and the later old drunkard who loved to drink, Little Fatty..."

He couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Jiang Venerable sighed, "It's a pity that beauty eventually turns to bones, and extraordinary talent also ends up in a lonely grave. How can that 'mountain' be a good thing? I am only ranked seventh, and you are ranked thirteenth. We are still alive, isn't it just because we are a little timid?"

"In the path of martial arts, being timid will never get you through!" Mr. Dongfang smiled bitterly, "Ye Chen and Qin Wujin have already made it through. Now they have entered the ranks of the Heavenly Ladder. They are probably going to live a long life and be carefree!"

Jiang Venerable laughed, "The Seven Days of Qingyu, the prosperous era is coming. You have also become a Venerable. It is fortunate that you and I are still alive!"

Mr. Dongfang nodded, "That's true! Actually... I want to apologize to Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Venerable poured himself a glass without paying attention, "My nephew's meridians?"

Mr. Dongfang nodded slightly.

Jiang Venerable chuckled, "I won't make it difficult for you about this matter. There's no need for the two of us old bones to quarrel. But whether he will spare you or not, I don't know!"

Mr. Dongfang laughed, "Brother Jiang, don't you think your nephew can catch up with me?"

Jiang Venerable sighed, "Who can say for sure about Good Fortune in this world? Being able to come back alive from Mount Fulong, isn't it his destiny?"

Mr. Dongfang fell silent.

Jiang Venerable looked into the distance and drank another glass on his own, "The little nun Mie Ling didn't become a Venerable. She probably doesn't have a chance. That kid made arrangements. It's useless for you to hold me back!"

Mr. Dongfang frowned.

...

Under the shadow outside the Wuzhu Tower, there was an old nun standing there at the moment, her old eyes scanning the gate of the tower, falling into silence.

In front of the gate of the Wuzhu Tower, there was a conspicuous sign:

"Mie Ling, Dongfang, and the dog are not allowed inside!"

Below the sign, seven people sat cross-legged, with a majestic aura, not hiding it at all.

Chanyi was among them.

The moon gradually slanted to the west, and the old figure of the nun finally turned slowly and disappeared into the night.

On the top floor of the "Venerable Tower".

Only Jiang Venerable's figure remained, and the wine jar beside him was tilted, with not a drop left.

Disappointment weighed heavily in his turbid old eyes, "Is there still hope?"

"Boom!"

"Buzz!"

At the gate of the tower, the ghost monk and the great sword saint simultaneously reached the Half-step Grand Great Master realm, only one step away from the Grand Great Master realm.

Both of them were enveloped in an extremely sharp aura, and they stood up at the same time, cupping their fists, "Thank you, Venerable, for your guidance! We have entered the ancient realm of Half-step Grand Great Master under your tutelage!"

An old voice came from the top of the tower, "You should also thank that old ghost Dongfang!"

After a moment of silence, the voice continued, "You two go to the North Cang! Find Xiao Xiao from the Yin Coffin Sect. He owes me a favor. Bring back the Yellow Springs Holy Pill and help my grandson open his Martial Meridians!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)