Immortality: I can absorb the memories of the dead

"You have too many words, you are right."

Zhou Yi was too lazy to argue with the other party. He was an immortal. Even if Daqian was finished, he would still be alive.

Besides, he was a time traveler. He didn't grow up in this world. The concept of the country was too weak for him.

"Sir."

Li Xuanqing wanted to say something, but an old man came to his side. He had no hair on the corners of his mouth and a somewhat feminine face. However, his aura was not small, several times stronger than Li Xuanqing!

Although he was not released, he could not escape Zhou Yi's perception, because Zhou Yi had learned the strengths of many families and was particularly sensitive to the special feelings of warriors.

Also, although he had not broken through the great sect, his real combat power was not weaker than that of the great sect. Unless he was in the late stage of the great sect, or in the realm of martial saints, which completely exceeded his strength, he would be able to shield his perception.

"Master, we should go back. Otherwise, Madam will be worried."

Hearing the word "Madam", Li Xuanqing sighed, and the sharpness just now disappeared instantly. His calm face showed continued helplessness.

He bowed to Zhou Yi and said:

"I'm sorry for disturbing you today. I'll treat you to this table of wine as an apology."

After saying that, Li Xuanqing turned around and left, leaving Zhou Yi in deep thought.

"That old man without beard is actually a master of a great sect that is rarely seen on weekdays! Seeing his feminine face, could he be someone from the palace? Li Xuanqing. The surname Li is the national surname. Seeing how much he protects the prestige of Daqian, could he be from the royal family?"

This can explain his behavior just now.

Well, why bother so much?

Drink today and enjoy life to the fullest.

Drink!

"Waiter, two more jars."

"Here~."

In the following days, the chaos in Kyoto did not stop. People were still fleeing, and more people were doing evil.

Not to mention that there were many more corpses in Zhou Yi's small courtyard for no reason, just the graves outside the capital were all turned over by the people.

There are no rules in troubled times. The rich and powerful only care about transporting their property to the south, and they don't even care about their ancestors' graves.

This makes Zhou Yi speechless, but he has no choice.

Those ancestral graves belong to other people's families. If he can dig them, why can't others dig them? He can't guard those graves every day.

What makes him feel headache is that all these things are counted on his head.

The value of the title of "Thief Saint" is getting higher and higher. The court has issued a bounty order. If you catch the Thief Saint, you will be rewarded with 200,000 taels of silver, a thousand acres of land, and a third-rank official.

It is said that all officials are talented. The Thief Saint is so powerful, and the one who can catch the Thief Saint must be a master.

The court will spend a lot of money to recruit masters.

Under normal circumstances, as long as one is a congenital master, especially a master in the late congenital stage, he can directly enter the court as a third-rank official and receive silver rewards. Now, there is not much difference between catching the thief saint and not catching him. The wishful thinking is comparable to that of the capitalists in the previous life.

After defeating the 500,000-strong army of Daqian, the tribe of the northern grassland pursued the victory and fought all the way to the capital of Daqian.

The court has been transferred to the Queen Mother to rule behind the curtain. The first thing that the old woman did when she took office was to immediately mobilize troops from all over the country, sending them to the front line in waves and building one line of defense after another.

When Zhou Yi heard about this tactic, he finally understood why Emperor Qian was so stupid?

It feels like a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a son who can dig holes.

Emperor Qian's military accomplishments were completely learned from his mother.

Although Zhou Yi was not a military master, the information resources in his previous life were too developed, and he had also read some military evaluations. The most taboo thing in marching and fighting is to send waves after waves.

There should be no one in the court who can't see this drawback, and there should be someone who advises against it, but this is just a semi-feudal, semi-fantasy world, where the imperial power is supreme.

The previous emperor died early, and the queen mother assisted in the government for 18 years. The confidants in the court and the country have changed wave after wave, and she has long been equivalent to a generation of empresses.

If she wants to do this, her subordinates can't do anything.

Zhou Yi guessed that the queen mother might have other thoughts, but he was not a worm in her stomach, so he was too lazy to waste brain cells.

However, Daqian is strong enough. Relying on such waves of resistance, it actually delayed the pace of Beimang's attack and forcibly exchanged for a year of peace!

And with the help of this year, Zhou Yi cultivated both his body and his spirit.

His physical strength has cultivated thirteen dragon elephant powers. A punch is more than 1.6 million pounds of strength, and his mental strength has reached an unfathomable level.

For example, attack, exploration, and defense.

On this day, he began to try to integrate his spirit and strength to connect his Niwan Palace with Dantian.

In order not to be disturbed, he took a leave and stayed at home for three days and three nights.

Finally, late at night on the third day, his consciousness suddenly entered an unprecedented state, as if he had completely merged with the energy in his body. Between movement and stillness, he had a good grasp of the power.

That kind of refinement cannot be described in words, just like a machine, as precise as how much force is used.

Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes and spit out white mist from his mouth. It was the overly rich spiritual power in his body!

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was in a good mood.

"Finally broke through to the realm of the great sect!"

Zhou Yi took a deep breath, and his mind moved, and his body floated in the air like a ghost.

This is the sign of entering the great sect.

In fact, Zhou Yi could fly when he cultivated the power of the six dragon elephants, but after breaking through the great sect, he found that his flying was more stable and more arbitrary.

All this is because the spiritual power and the power in the body are connected and a perfect balance is achieved.

Looking back at the time when he first came to this world, he was still a little trash, but now he has become a super strong man under the national martial saint. How happy is that?

"The three-year period has come, and it's time to show off a little."

Practicing without showing off is like walking in brocade clothes at night!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yi opened the door, flew into the sky, and flew towards Qianjiang outside Kyoto.

He came to Qianjiang. Under the moonlight, the river was turbulent and mighty, like a dark dragon, rushing towards the east.

The river was more than 200 meters wide, and the two banks were far apart. It took ordinary people a long time to row a boat.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and mobilized the true essence in his body. The true essence turned into the power of dragon and elephant, roaring and boiling in his body, just like the Qianjiang River surging forward.

He raised his right hand high, using his hand as a sword, and the true essence penetrated his body and turned into sword energy, which continued to spread towards the sky.

"Hah!"

When the sword energy reached its peak, Zhou Yi suddenly shouted and slashed a sword at the river.

In an instant, the world seemed to be illuminated!