First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 141: Weng Yunqi
Remember 【New】for a second,! In front of the desk, by candlelight.
Su Yi opened a secret scroll sent by Huang Qianjun.
“Before you find out the relationship between Cha Jin and the Great Wei’s ‘Yue Lun Sect’, don’t be afraid of snakes.”
“If his identity is confirmed, he will be captured alive and sent to Yujing City.”
“If you need help, you can go to the county governor’s house with my jade token. Qin Wenyuan will definitely help you.”
“As for my sixth brother, you don’t need to intervene.”
“This secret scroll will burn after reading it!”
…Seeing this, Su Yi sighed, it was really troublesome.
On the Cangqing Continent, there are hundreds of secular kingdoms.
Da Zhou is just one of them.
Adjacent to Dazhou, there are two secular kingdoms, one is Dawei and the other is Dayan.
Among them, Dayan is the most powerful.
Dazhou and Dawei are evenly divided, and the confrontation and conflict between the two countries are also the most frequent, and there are constant wars all year round.
Dayan has always been sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight.
After all, it is in Dayan’s best interest that the two tigers fight each other.
“The Great Wei Yuelun Sect… The identity of Cha Jin is really not simple. It is most likely a chess piece placed by the Great Wei next to the second prince.”
“Qin Wenyuan turned out to be the man of the second prince. If you count it like this, whether I kill this Nan Wenxiang or not today, Qin Wenyuan’s death alone may make the second prince regard me as an enemy.”
Su Yi thought silently.
The current emperor of Da Zhou has eight sons and three daughters.
The names of these eight sons are very interesting. It is said that they were decided by the national teacher Hong Canshang according to the gossip.
They are Gan, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui.
Like the sixth prince, he is called Zhou Zhili.
The second prince is naturally called Zhou Zhikun.
“Regardless of his troubles, if he gets on my head, he will kill him with a single sword.”
A moment later, Su Yi tore up the dense scroll, his eyes deep and dull.
The strife in the world is also a kind of experience.
A person born into the world has experienced natural disasters in the world.
Those who joined the WTO have experienced the calamity of red dust refining their hearts.
Both are essential.
He Su Xuanjun was reborn here, how could he be afraid of the slap of the turbid waves of the red dust?
Without further thought, as before, Su Yi began his boring and hard training.
The night is getting darker.
Outside Hulu Alley, the lights are dim.
An old man with a downcast figure came to the entrance of Hulu Alley, looking at the darkness deep in the alley, hesitant.
The old man had scribbled beard and hair, and was dressed in tattered linen.
After a while, the old man suddenly turned around and came to a stall selling wontons on the side of the street, saying: “Come here.”
He sits down at will.
The ravioli seller was a lean man, and when he heard the words, he quickly got busy.
Not long after, a bowl of steaming wontons was served.
The old man didn’t eat, and his cloudy eyes showed a hint of emotion, “The disciples of Yinsha Sect are all mixed up to the point where they want to sell wontons to survive. It’s getting worse and worse.”
The lean man’s face changed suddenly, and he fled with the spoon in his hand.
Pfft!
A bamboo chopstick was inserted into his neck like an arrow, and the figure also fell to the ground with a thud.
The old man didn’t even look at it, picked up the spoon and chopsticks, and started to enjoy the wontons in front of him.
It wasn’t until the soup in the bowl was finished that the old man smacked his lips and got up.
This time, he walked into the depths of Hulu Alley without any hesitation.
Until he came to Zhuo An Xiaoju.
The old man took out a bone flute from his bosom and placed it on his lips, blowing it gently.
A soft and ethereal flute sound floated in the dark night.
In the room.
Su Yi, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes quietly and frowned slightly. Why did all the monsters run out tonight?
Is this meant to stop people?
About the same time, a panicked voice sounded in the soul raising gourd: “Immortal Master, someone is going to forcibly detain me with the magic of the soul…”
Su Yi couldn’t help but be surprised that he came here for Qingwan?
Chong!
The Yuxuan Sword was unsheathed, and the body of the sword was horizontally pressed against the Soul Cultivation Gourd.
“Don’t panic, I’ll take a look.”
Su Yi said, carrying the Yingzi sword, and walked out of the door.
It is late at night, the stars are bright and the moon is bright, and all sounds are silent.
A faint whistle of flute wafts over the courtyard.
When Su Yi came out with his sword, the flute stopped abruptly.
Outside the courtyard, the sackclothed old man was silent for a while, and said, “If you keep Qingwan by your side, you may bring disaster. The old man hopes that you can return it.”
Su Yi stood in the courtyard and suddenly said, “Weng Yunqi?”
A look of chill appeared on the eyes of the old man in linen, “It seems that my unworthy disciple Wu Rouqiu was killed by the son.”
The two were talking through the closed door, no one could see the other, but the atmosphere suddenly became tense and suppressed.
“You also said that he is very unworthy, and killing him can be regarded as eliminating evil in the world.”
Su Yi said, quietly approaching the fence on the side of the courtyard.
“Forget it, the old man will come back another day.”
As soon as the voice of the old man in linen rang, Su Yi’s figure jumped to the top of the wall like an arrow from a string.
What surprised him was that the voice was still reverberating, but he only saw a figure that had long since escaped from Hulu Alley and disappeared in a flash.
“This old thing is cautious enough.”
Su Yiqiang suppressed the urge to pursue.
He was worried that this was a move from the tiger to the mountain. After all, Zhuo An Xiaoju was not the only one.
“Weng Yunqi must be carrying that piece of soul jade on his body. Perhaps it was with this jade that he sensed Qingwan’s breath and found this place.”
When Su Yi thought about it, he turned around and returned to the room.
Weng Yunqi and Wu Ruoqiu, their master and apprentice, took away three treasures when they betrayed the Yin Shamen, a mysterious soul jade, a dense scroll for raising ghosts and corpses, and a soul raising gourd.
Among them, Mijuan, Soul Raising Gourd, and Qingwan were all under Wu Rouqiu’s control at the beginning, but with Wu Rooqiu’s death, these all fell into Su Yi’s hands.
Only the mysterious soul jade is not there.
When he was in Guimu Mountain, Su Yi learned through the confessions of the descendants of the Yin Demon Clan that Qingwan was sleeping in that mysterious soul jade at first!
As to where this soul jade came from, it is still a mystery.
“Zhengchou couldn’t find you, the old guy, but you came to the door. That’s fine. When he finds the soul jade, he may be able to find out some clues about Qingwan’s life experience.”
Su Yi knows that as long as he is by his side, he doesn’t have to worry about Weng Yunqi’s disappearance.
Returning to the room, he put away the Yuxuan sword and said to Qingwan in the soul raising gourd: “It’s all right.”
“Immortal Master, did you find someone from Yin Shamen?”
Qing Wan’s soft and timid voice came out.
“Good.”
Su Yi said, “You have been more vigilant recently. If you notice something is wrong, notify me immediately.”
“Yeah!”
……
Outside Hulu Alley.
Next to the wonton stand, a man squatted in front of the corpse of the lean man killed by bamboo chopsticks, looked at it for a moment, and couldn’t help frowning.
“The old man Weng Yunqi is too ruthless, he even kills the stalking scoundrels. Could he have sensed the danger?”
This man has a yellow face, thin skin, and sloppy clothes. He is Chu Shilang, one of the four guardians of the rudder of the Gonzhou Branch of Yinsha Gate.
He took out a **** candle from his sleeve robe, put it on his nose and sniffed it lightly, and a pair of triangular eyes immediately glowed with a pale green luster.
Then, he got up and walked towards Hulu Alley step by step.
Until he came to Zhuo’an’s small residence, he paused, and a trace of doubt appeared on his eyebrows, “Why did the old man stay here for a while and then leave?”
He looked at the closed door of Zhuo An Xiaoju, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned away quietly.
Arriving outside the Hulu Alley, Chu Shiro couldn’t help but startled, and saw a group of beggars excitedly rummaging for belongings next to the body of the lean man.
“It’s somewhat similar to my Yin Shamen style.”
Chu Shiro smiled and turned away.
Not long after he left, an old beggar suddenly lowered his voice and asked, “Can you see what that person looks like?”
One of them quickly said: “See clearly, it seems to be one of the three targets we are looking for!”
“Finally, I have some eyebrows. The money from this dead person belongs to you. I have to go and collect the reward first.”
The old beggar stood up and hurried away.
Half an hour later.
In a long-abandoned mansion in the city.
In the middle of the night, a glamorous woman looked at the altar just built in front of her with satisfaction.
The altar is three feet high and made of countless snow-white arm bones, topped by nine blood-colored skulls.
Beside each skull, there is a black conjuring banner.
“If the helm master hadn’t come up with so many precious materials, this ‘Bound Spirit Blood Corpse’ formation would have been impossible to arrange.”
Mrs. Mei Yan said softly.
The Corpse Lady Liu Xianglan!
“With this formation, we will wait if we have a hole card.”
On the other side, the old man in the old Taoist robe nodded.
Xueheng Taoist!
The second-level master of the furnace-raising realm!
The two were talking to each other when a small door opened and Chu Shirou walked in.
He first squinted at Liu Xianglan’s proud chest, and then said with a satisfied smile:
“I have probably pinpointed Weng Yunqi’s whereabouts. If nothing else, he will most likely go to a courtyard in Hulu Alley in the city again in the near future.”
“Who is the owner of that courtyard?”
The Daoist Xueheng asked.
Chu Shiro shook his head and said, “I don’t know. I was worried about the grass and the snake, so I didn’t investigate it. I’ll find some little guys to check it out tomorrow morning to find out.”
The Daoist Xueheng’s eyes flickered and said: “From tomorrow onwards, I will squat outside the Hulu Alley. As long as Weng Yunqi appears, he will not be able to fly.”
“Old Daoist, didn’t you say you asked for help from a big man in the city, did he ever agree to take action?”
Liu Xianglan suddenly asked ~IndoMTL.com~ no. “
Daoist Xueheng let out a long sigh, and said a little depressedly, “Yesterday, the county governor Qin Wenyuan was killed, causing the great forces in the city to panic, and my old friend was also very frightened. help.”
Chu Shiro smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter if you help or not, just deal with Weng Yunqi. With the strength of the three of us, we can easily take him down.”
“The dignified county governor was killed…”
Liu Xianglan was taken aback, “Do you know who did it?”
Daoist Xueheng shook his head and said, “I don’t know. It is said that he is a great person. Even the big people in the city dare not reveal his identity.”
“In short, the recent situation in Yunhe County City is complicated and turbulent, and it is not advisable to stay for a long time.”
Speaking of this, he pointed to the altar made of white bones, “Block it up so that no one will notice it. Our goal this time is Weng Yunqi, and we will leave as soon as it is done!”
Chu Shilang and Liu Xianglan nodded.