Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 189 Mr. Yan

inside the temple
Under the command of Peng Ji, the soldiers of the imperial army sorted out a clean space under the altar, spread sheep blankets, and put some tea and snacks. In the distance, dry firewood was piled up, and the bonfire was lit, and the flames were bright .

The five hundred imperial guards who accompanied them dismounted from their horses, set up earthen cauldrons and iron pots in various houses, and began to cook some dry food and dried meat. After a while, the steaming heat and the aroma of the food permeated.

The [-] forbidden troops that Su Zhao came here were all warriors of at least the third realm of body refinement. Because of the continuous supply of elixir from the fairy garden, there were quite a few soldiers who had even broken through the acquired realm.

Even Peng Ji, under the cultivation of elixir regardless of consumption, has entered the middle stage of innate from the early stage of innate in a short period of time.

And began to practice a sword technique that Su Zhao collected from Taibai Sword Lord's past storage - Tianwu Sword Technique. It is said that this is the sword practiced by the heavenly generals in ancient times. The sword technique is strong and domineering, which can add three points of bravery .

"Your Majesty, the soldiers have camped." At this moment, Peng Ji came in with a knife and said with his fists clasped.

Su Zhao nodded, and said: "It's getting late, you should rest earlier, I don't need you to stay by my side for a while."

Peng Ji nodded, cupped his fists and retreated.

Su Zhao lit the bonfire, picked up the flying star lotus while refining it, and at the same time used it to perceive the power of the stars.

Strictly speaking, the curse of the golden sword he practiced was a kind of restraining method deduced on the basis of the sword intent and the morning star.

Su Zhao withdrew his mind, his bright eyes were clear, and he couldn't help but secretly sighed, "The method of combining the two kinds of power with yin and yang, and the method of transforming the real and the virtual, is almost Taoist. Such a unique handwriting!"

At this time, the tiger cat in his arms turned over and let out a soft snort lazily.

At that time, the rainwater above the eaves was like broken pearls, falling down, and the temple was peaceful.

Chen Ji was talking to her own daughter through voice transmission with her spiritual consciousness.

"Xiao'er, what do you think?" After all, Chen Ji is the master of the gods, and at this moment, the voice transmission of the gods is hardly detected by anyone.

Fan Xiao's delicate face, which was as big as a palm, showed a look of doubt, "What do you think?"

Chen Ji frowned and said, "I really want to live my whole life in such an unclear way with this Su Guojunhou."

"He, I can't wait for him to die! Mother, why are you asking this?" Even though Fan Xiao transmitted the voice with his spiritual sense, the resentment in his words was hard to hide.

I can't let go of being forced by this person...

Chen Ji sighed quietly, looking at the insincere girl with a face as cold as frost, secretly said her injustice, but in desperation, she still told her: "You should be more careful at ordinary times, and be careful not to conceive a child. It takes energy to have a child. You haven't done it yet." It will be very troublesome to condense the golden core..."

She had a child before entering Taoism, but she has a body of Xuanyin, even after giving birth to a child, she is still like a virgin, and her Taoism is advancing rapidly, but her daughter Fan Xiao is not.

"Mom, what are you talking about? How could I be with this villain..." Fan Xiao's heart trembled when he heard the words, and there was a bit of resentment in the sound transmission of his spiritual consciousness. As he spoke, he took a peek and closed his eyes , Su Zhao, who was thinking about something, said coldly: "He is a golden elixir now, he can refine and transform Qi, and if he dares to get in on purpose to harm me, I will... use my power to force it out!"

And there is a private word in my heart, I can't say it to Chen Ji, every time I end up messing with her face...

Thinking of this, Fan Xiao's heart fluttered, her pink cheeks were slightly hot, and her teeth itched with hatred in her heart, this villain is a pervert...

Chen Ji looked at her daughter Fan Xiao's joyful eyes, and shook her head secretly.

This is the emotion of a young child, how can she not know, don't look at coercion.

It would be fine if the Su State Monarch was old and ugly, but he was a heroic and heroic nobleman. Her daughter got along with her day and night. .

But she... what should she do, really want to be a sword slave for this young man for the rest of her life?

There is also the hatred of her late husband Jinyang Taoist.

Thinking of this, Chen Ji felt an unreasonable resentment flash in her heart, what should she do?
At this moment, there was a commotion from outside, which brought Chen Ji back to her senses.

Su Zhao opened his eyes and released his golden core consciousness, and suddenly found that in the house, several soldiers of the imperial army were surrounding a middle-aged scholar with a clear face and elegant demeanor, asking about his origin with a hostile expression.

The middle-aged scholar was wearing a blue square scarf and a cotton Confucian shirt, sitting on the dry grass beside the campfire, with an apricot-colored cloth banner in his hand, apparently he was sheltering from the rain.

At this moment, facing the brave questioning of a group of imperial guards, he looked calm and fearless.

A lieutenant of the Imperial Army shouted in a deep voice: "Mr., my lord rests in the house, and there is a radius of about [-]. No one else is allowed to come near. Please ask this gentleman to go to another place to shelter from the rain."

"You army man, it doesn't make sense to talk so loudly. Before your lord arrived, Yan had already come here to rest. Now it's night, and it's raining heavily outside. How can you find another place?" The middle-aged scholar slightly He raised his head and said with a frown.

This person argues hard, speaks clearly, and does not give an inch.

Hearing this, the Lieutenant of the Forbidden Army's complexion also sank, he pressed the Yanling Saber around his waist tightly, and said coldly: "Your Majesty, before you drive, how can you allow a person of unknown origin to hang around, come here, cross this person go out!"

All of a sudden, four or five soldiers around them all stepped forward, ready to set up the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar smiled instead of anger, and said sarcastically: "It's really at the side of the overlord, who is often accompanied by pawns of tigers and wolves. In this case, Yan will teach you a lesson and teach these ignorant pawns!"

As he spoke, he picked up a poker, and immediately, the wooden stick swung around and landed on the legs of the soldiers of the imperial army who were surrounding him. In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and then he heard a groan of pain, and he was surrounding the soldiers of the imperial army. The soldiers fell to the ground, groaning in pain one after another.

"Okay, it's really a villain with evil intentions!" Seeing this, the school captain's expression changed drastically, he was startled and angry, and shouted.

With a sound of rubbing, a cold light appeared, and the Yanling Saber was drawn out from his waist.

"stop!"

At this moment, a majestic and cold voice sounded, and Su Zhao came forward under the escort of Peng Ji.

"I've seen you, Your Majesty." Seeing Su Zhao approaching, five or six small guards of the imperial army trembled, stood with their heads down, and said in fear.

Before Su Zhao could speak, Peng Ji yelled coldly: "You guys are really brave. A few people besieged a frail scholar. Is this what I usually teach you? Everyone go down and get twenty army sticks!"

Su Zhao frowned. Looking at this scene, he knew that it was Peng Ji who was protecting his small school, so he didn't say anything.

Peng Ji reprimanded, and the captain and soldiers of the Forbidden Army repeatedly said yes.

"Stand back." Su Zhao waved his hand and said.

Those lieutenants and soldiers of the Forbidden Army hurriedly scattered and retreated as if they had received an amnesty.

Su Zhao looked at the middle-aged scholar not far away, looked at him for a moment, and couldn't help but move slightly. Gein, with his golden core level of consciousness, couldn't see the reality of the scholar in front of him. After a moment of silence, he said loudly: "This Sir invited, but just now the soldiers under him were rude and offended you, so please invite Hai Han."

The middle-aged scholar also looked at Su Zhao up and down with a pair of sharp eyes at the moment, then got up, gave a salute, and said politely: "Yan is just a passerby, looking for a ruined temple to avoid the rain, I just disturbed you." Your Excellency, please forgive me."

Su Zhao thought about the origin of this immortal man in front of him, smiled, and said, "Mr. Yan was just joking, there are no people living in a radius of dozens of miles under such heavy rain, and it is appropriate to take shelter here."

Mr. Yan said: "Your Majesty is magnanimous, Yan admires it."

Su Zhao didn't take this compliment to heart either, and said, "Mr. Yan, doesn't your accent sound like someone from Su?"

Mr. Yan said: "Yan is from Jin."

"Why are you here?"

"In recent years, I have traveled around the world, and I only came to Su country not long ago. It is also a fate to meet Suhou Daozuo on a rainy night."

This person is not someone else, but Mr. Yan who lives temporarily in Wenyi. A few days ago, Su Zhao and Taoist Jinyang fought on the Honghe embankment. This person also witnessed the whole process. Even in the daytime, Su Zhao and Haoyang Zhang The confrontation of the teachings all fell into the eyes of this person who was secretly hiding.

Obviously, it was not just a chance encounter as it said, but the time was calculated in advance, and Su Zhao was waiting for Su Zhao on his way forward.

At this time, Peng Ji took a Jindun from the side, and Su Zhao said please, and sat by the campfire with Mr. Yan, the wind and rain were dark outside, and the campfire was burning in clusters, making the sound of crackling beans from time to time.

Su Zhao asked: "I haven't asked sir where is the fairyland, and which fairy sect or Taoist sect did you come from?"

Still holding the bamboo stick in his hand, Mr. Yan poked the bonfire and said with a smile: "There is no school, no sect. If you have a trivial skill, you won't be in the eyes of the princes."

Su Zhao raised his eyes and looked at the cloth banner on the side, on which were written the words "good luck, bad luck, good luck, bad fortune". He thought about it, smiled, and said, "Mr. Calculate?"

Mr. Yan pondered for a moment, and said: "Your Majesty is a noble person, and luck is entangled, so it's not easy to calculate."

Su Zhao said: "It's not very easy to calculate, so it can still be calculated?"

Mr. Yan nodded, and said: "What do you want to be a prince? If you count the fate of a country, the distance of the road to longevity, Yan's way is not enough, and he dare not use his insignificant body to peek into the heart of heaven, I am afraid that Suhou will be disappointed." .”

"I don't count those illusory things alone, I just count them in front of me." Su Zhao thought for a moment, then stretched out his finger to Fang Fang.

Mr. Yan pondered and said: "The matter of war is also related to the rise and fall of the country, but fortunately it is still within Yan's ability, so we can try our best to do it."

Su Zhao smiled, with an inexplicable light in his eyes, and pointed out: "Mr. is really very kind."

The middle-aged scholar in front of him was surrounded by an obscure power of mystery, not only his cultivation but also his aura, which gave him a sense of time gone by.

And he didn't really believe in his words of "humanity meets left and right, shelter from rain".

On this side, as Mr. Yan said, he spread his palms, and a small white jade tortoise shrouded in a golden blue halo appeared.

Facing Su Zhao's curious eyes, Mr. Yan explained: "This tortoise is a tortoise that reaches the sky, and it will take a month to cultivate after one divination."

(End of this chapter)