His Majesty once married me

Jiuji, who woke up, quickly recognized his situation, and thus regained his composure—it was useless to get excited.

Seeing Ouyang appear, Jiuji immediately guessed his identity because of his overly good-looking appearance - the person who made the former emperor miss him and never forget him.

Jiu Ji felt that Ouyang wanted to interrogate himself, so he didn't speak first, and watched Ouyang calmly take a seat on the grand master's chair opposite him, and the fat man who suddenly appeared behind him and attracted his attention so that he was caught without a fight He also followed, standing beside the chair respectfully, obviously a servant.

But to Jiuji's surprise, Ouyang didn't ask anything, looked him up and down for a while, then turned his head, and asked the fat servant next to him: "Why is it better to catch the living ones and kill them directly?" save trouble?"

Ouyang really felt that this monk was useless.

Ecstasy has no effect on cultivators who have already cultivated spiritual consciousness, and torture is not liked by Ouyang——Ouyang would rather kill a person with a knife than use torture as a pretense to torture that person. But this means that it is difficult for Ouyang to ask anything from this monk, especially the two things Ouyang wants to know most: the whereabouts of Zhao He and the location of Zen Buddhism.

Compared with Zhao He's whereabouts, Ouyang wants to know the whereabouts of Zen.

What Ouyang lacks most now is a spiritual domain for his subordinates to practice. Even if the tree is so big that it is difficult to directly take the Zen territory as his own, he can also sell it to other sects at a high price in exchange for a large sum of benefits.

"This..." Steward Zhuang was also very embarrassed by Ouyang's question. He touched his head and said helplessly, "Is it better to live than to die?"

"Then just use it!" Ouyang pouted, got up and left without hesitation.

Steward Zhuang looked at Ouyang's back and sighed, then turned his head to look at Jiuji, "After being said so by the master, I also began to doubt whether keeping you alive is a correct and valuable choice... Forget it, let's do it for now Bar!"

After finishing speaking, Steward Zhuang stepped forward, took out a spherical gag the size of a peach, blocked Jiu Ji's mouth, and tied the ropes connected to both ends of the gag to the back of Jiu Ji's head, giving him the ability to speak. deprivation.

"Don't tell me, this looks pretty good." Zhuang Butler gave a smirk, then raised his hand, and hit Jiuji hard on the neck, causing him to fall into a coma again.

Stuffing Jiuji into the carriage that Jin Zhu had been on, he was going to take him away when he was going to leave tomorrow. Then, Steward Zhuang went back to Ouyang and asked him what he planned to do with this monk.

"Do you think I was acting just now?" Ouyang glared at Steward Zhuang angrily.

Steward Zhuang choked on him, and asked tentatively, "Is it really going to kill you?"

"If you are not willing, then keep it for now." Ouyang said, "Anyway, it doesn't matter if you die early or die late."

- All in all, sooner or later you will die.

Steward Zhuang slandered in his heart, but he also knew that this monk would not be able to stay for long, the longer he stayed, the more trouble he would have.

At this time, Ouyang asked again: "Is there only one tonight?"

"So far, there is no second one." Steward Zhuang nodded.

"It seems that I have been underestimated!" Ouyang smiled coldly.

Steward Zhuang immediately suggested dog-leggedly: "Perhaps, we should also show some muscle and give them a little shock."

"Compared to deterring, I prefer to cut the grass and root out the root, once and for all." Ouyang replied indifferently.

"Isn't there no such condition right now!" The housekeeper Zhuang smiled sarcastically.

"The conditions are created." Ouyang stretched his waist, "Okay, let everyone go to rest, I guess no one will come tonight."

"Then tomorrow..."

"Depart as usual." Ouyang said, "After leaving the city, we can decide what to do according to the situation."

"Understood." Zhuang Butler smiled knowingly.

Some things can be known without interrogation.

For example, just by looking at Jiuji's clean and new monk robes, one can tell that he didn't rush here, at least he has rested for a while and has a place to stay.For another example, Jiuji has neither silver nor dry food, and it is impossible for cultivators nowadays to eat wind, drink dew, or even go on a hunger strike. Jiuji either lives nearby, or someone else prepares these things for him , there is no need for him to worry about it.

All in all, all in all, just looking at Jiuji's outfit, Ouyang came to the conclusion that he still has accomplices nearby.

But the area around the other courtyard has already been inspected many times, and there are no people who shouldn't exist. As a result, Ouyang guessed: Jiuji's accomplices did not enter the city, and even could not enter the city.

Such weak accomplices, of course, are unlikely to be cultivators, but more like Zhao He or Zhao He's subordinates.

In order to verify this point, the next day, after leaving the city, Ouyang released Wu Da and Wu Er who had already returned to their original forms, and asked them to scout around in the sky, looking for those suspicious peepers.

Soon, Wu Da and Wu Er made a discovery.

After Jiuji didn't return overnight, Zhao He knew that something was wrong, so he decided to leave, and worried that if he really left like this, his relationship with Zen might also end here.

After a little weighing, Zhao He decided to stand still and stay nearby for a while to see if there was any change in Ouyang's side.

He didn't move, which gave Ouyang enough time to start his actions.

Gao Kui was surrounded by flat mountains, and Zhao He could only hide in the woods outside the city, watching Ouyang's motorcade leave the city gate from a distance, and slowly move forward along the official road like a giant snake.

Zhao He was trying to find the carriage in which Ouyang was riding, but suddenly there was an exclamation from behind, "Master—"

Zhao He was shocked, but the training he had received in the early years prevented him from turning his head instinctively. He only stretched out his hand to hold the sword hilt at his waist, and moved his eyes to the left and right to confirm whether there was any threat in other directions.

At this time, a strange voice came from behind.

"You can miss this little thing, are you okay?"

"Who is to blame? I told you earlier that I have never hit a sap before, and I can't control my strength well. If you don't believe me, you must arrange work for me!"

Zhao He twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally turned around.

Unsurprisingly, the dozen or so subordinates he brought had been knocked to the ground. Standing behind him at this moment were five strange men of different heights—not all of them were strange, at least the one at the end He had seen the guy leaning on the tree trunk lazily watching the excitement before, and it was Brother Yan who had become Ouyang.

"Brother Yan!" Zhao He immediately smiled brightly, hiding all the doubts in his heart under the smile.

But Ouyang didn't have his enthusiasm, so he curled his lips and said: "Let's skip the polite words like greetings, I'm not interested in listening, so don't waste your energy talking."

"Okay, I won't talk." Zhao He let go of the hilt of his sword, his smile unchanged, "I'll tell you what Brother Yan wants to hear—what does Brother Yan want to hear?"

"..."

Ouyang found to his dismay that after seeing each other for a hundred years, Zhao He's cheekiness was even better than before.

Obviously the scene was under his control, but Zhao He remained calm, as if he was determined that he would not do anything to him, and he was not worried about his wealth and life at all.

What made Ouyang even more depressed was that he really had no intention of doing anything to Zhao He.

Perhaps because of his bad mood recently, Ouyang is a little lazy, he doesn't want to contaminate human life, and he doesn't want to kill Zhao He so simply.

But maybe he just wanted to find a reason to keep Zhao He and himself.

Even though Ouyang has been working for more than 20 years, his soul is still Ouyan from a hundred years ago, and he will call him Brother Yan to make him feel that he is still his own person, but Zhao He is the only one left.

Only Zhaohe.

Although Ouyang knows very well that if he asks, the butler Zhuang will be happy to call him that.But Ouyang is also clear that no matter how the housekeeper Zhuang calls him in different ways, it is impossible to call Zhao He's feeling——

Sister feeling.

Zhao He's "Brother Yan" actually came from imitating his sister Ou Jin.

A certain brother is an extremely intimate title. In Zhao He's capacity, he shouldn't be called that.

But Ou Jin kept calling him that, and after hearing it a few times, Zhao He felt that this way of calling him was more interesting and kinder than calling him directly by his name or calling him by his face, so he imitated calling him.

When my sister was around, this name didn't make Ouyang feel anything.

But the older sister was gone, and when he heard Zhao He's "Brother Yan", Ouyang felt as if his older sister was attached to Zhao He's body, calling his name as before...

If my sister was still alive, she would definitely not want to see him hurt Zhao He or be hurt by Zhao He.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Ouyang knew very well in his heart that his sister's feelings for Zhao He were not inferior to his younger brother at all.

My sister is not a woman who is passionate about power. She took the risk of "stealing" Zhao He's child, and she wouldn't do it for the sake of the mother's respect for the child...

Ouyang put away his thoughts, sighed faintly, and turned his gaze back to Zhao He.

"You owe me five lives." Ouyang said indifferently.

Zhao He was taken aback for a moment, and only after thinking about it did he understand what Ouyang was talking about.

Zhao He didn't think that Ouyang's appearance this time was to make him pay for those five lowly people, but he didn't want to say something wrong, irritating Ouyang, and self-defeatingly forcing Ouyang to turn into reality what he didn't intend to do—— The aggressive method has always been tried and tested on Brother Yan, but the results are more prone to deviations, which often run counter to the original intention of the aggressive.

Therefore, Zhao He chose to remain silent, and looked at Ouyang quietly, waiting for him to finish speaking.

Ouyang didn't expect Zhao He to show respect or even apologize for other people's lives. Seeing that he didn't make a sound, he just curled his lips and continued: "Now, your life is also in my hands."

"Indeed!" Zhao He's smile immediately became as intense as if dripping with bright ink, "So, does Brother Yan want me to redeem my life?"

"Yes!" Ouyang admitted frankly, "My people can't die in vain, and you can't live in vain either."

"Then let's make a price!" Zhao He looked at Ouyang with a smile, "What do you want, Brother Yan? As long as I have it, I will give it to you."

——If you want your life, will you give it?

Ouyang Xin slandered, but he didn't use such meaningless angry words to ridicule Zhao He.

"To buy your life, you can't do without real money." Ouyang said word by word, "In addition, I want two pieces of news: one is the location of the Zen sect, and the other is the magic circle that the Zen man set up for you— —the one that made you die and then come back to life.”