Taoist companions help me live forever

It seems like a kind of fate, or a guidance from somewhere, or an evil fate that is unclear between the two?

Well, neither.

Ding Le just felt that the only person in Kyoto who could save him was the mysterious Manager Yu.

According to his guess, this manager Yu is probably also an immortal cultivator.

After all, he was a man who had received a slap from Yu Xian himself.

That time the immortal cultivator he was in contact with controlled fire to kill him, and the feeling he felt was the same as when Supervisor Yu beat him that day.

This matter has been hidden in his heart.

Originally I thought it could only be a little secret that he would brag to his children and grandchildren when he was old.

But this time he was really desperate and had no choice but to take a gamble and fight for a chance of survival.

Ding Le glanced at the tall courtyard wall of Prince Fu's Mansion. He moved his feet and was pressed down by an invisible force just three inches off the ground.

Snap!

Ding Le fell on his butt.

"roll!"

There was a low voice in his ear, hoarse and old.

"Senior, please help me from Jianghu!"

Ding Le was not angry but happy. His guess was correct. There was indeed an expert in the palace!

"One of our own! One of our own! I am Director Yu's man!"

He jumped again.

Peng!

The pressure was even worse this time. Ding Le felt as if his light body was holding a mountain. He watched the talisman on his chest burn rapidly and turn into ashes with a whoosh.

"Get out of here, damn it, don't think about me when doing good things, and hide from me when you get into trouble!"

The voice became impatient.

Ding Le felt that this tone was particularly familiar, and an idea flashed in his mind.

"Director Yu, help me, I have a big secret!"

"Don't tell me big secrets, even big waves won't work!"

Yu Xian was very angry.

It was late at night, with his left hand holding the princess and his right hand holding Magnolia. He had just finished warming up and was ready for a new round of happiness.

As a result, he noticed that the aura of the old monster that had remained unchanged for thousands of years suddenly fluctuated violently in the palace.

Soon after, his consciousness swept away and he saw Ding Le preparing to climb the wall.

Immediately I felt like beating him to death.

The gray-black blood energy wrapped around him was like a guiding light in his eyes.

Ding Le himself felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.

He was living a good life, but when someone pulled him over to work for his life, who could he reason to?

But at this time, his mind was spinning faster than ever.

"King Fu! Director Yu, I saw King Fu, King Fu is not dead!"

He has to prove his worth.

The voices in the palace paused.

"Stand still and don't scream."

Ding Le immediately held his breath, and then felt a tearing pain coming from his body. The next moment, he saw a ray of gray-black blood coming out of his body.

Only then did he understand why he couldn't get rid of the tail behind him.

"Go back to your martial arts studio, eat and drink when you need to, and pretend nothing happened. I will go find you."

"Don't even think about running away. Others can plant marks on you, and so can I!"

"Yes Yes!!"

Ding Le felt relieved.

This little life was finally saved.

Ding Le bowed in the direction of the palace, and then like a big black mouse, he got into the alleys, twisted around, and quickly disappeared.

The wild cat that was sleeping on the tree suddenly woke up and meowed, its amber eyes glowing green in the night.

The beast's instinct tells it that danger is coming.

It jumped off the tree and ran to its other den in a familiar way, but it didn't see a wisp of gray-black blood surrounding its head, like a curse engraved on it.

…

"Meow!"

The wild cat screamed miserably.

Its body fell heavily against the wall, and a blood flower exploded. A stronger gray-black blood rose from its body, and was then caught in the hand of a wolf covered with black fur.

The owner of the wolf claws is a middle-aged general with a majestic look, wearing black armor and a wolf head on his chest. He is the former captain of the Imperial Army.

"Sir, what should I do next?"

A young guard asked forward, seemingly accustomed to the captain's wolf claws.

"It seems that an expert took action. Where are the other two?"

The captain took out a bottle from his arms and carefully collected the blood.

"One tried to escape from the river, and the other was hiding in the house of the household secretary. Both of them have been caught."

The young man reported.

"This person can crack the ancestor's method, so we can't intervene. Go back and report to the ancestor."

The captain turned around to leave, but suddenly stopped.

"In addition, let Dongchang take action and arrest the household officer first and send him to prison for interrogation. He will be released after questioning."

"yes."

But the young man knew that this officer, whether he knew it or not, had no chance of getting out. For ordinary people, entering Dongchang's prison would cost half his life.

…

Deep inside the palace.

The old man with white hair and shawl was wearing a loose white robe, sitting on the steps in front of the palace, with a silver wolf the size of a calf lying in front of his knees.

The silver wolf's hair is all silver, like silk and satin in the dark night, exuding weak fluorescence, and its only pair of eyes are blood red.

The school captain stood in front of the old man, not daring to breathe. There was fear hidden in his eyes as he looked at Silver Wolf.

The old man stroked the wolf cub's hair with one hand and played with the bottle containing gray-black blood with the other.

"Since there are experts taking action, I don't blame you for returning without success. But since they are so impatient, if they don't teach them a lesson, they really think that our Jiang family is weak and can be bullied.

You rush to the front line today. I want the rebels to leave no trace behind. "

"I was always being beaten and pushed down, and I was annoyed by those guys."

The old man glanced at the captain and said:

"Don't disappoint me. If the Black Wolf Guard trained by me personally loses, I will be very unhappy."

The school captain suppressed his excitement and said: "Ancestor, please rest assured, if I go here, I will definitely put down the rebels and conquer the mountains and rivers!"

Make great achievements, become a prince and become a prime minister, right now!

He endured the pain of demon blood entering his body just for this moment. As for eternal life, he had never thought about it, nor did he dare to think about it.

"Go ahead."

"My subordinates resign."

The captain took a small step back and bowed respectfully.

The old man opened the bottle and approached Silver Wolf.

"Do you smell anything?"

Silver Wolf took a sniff and shook his head humanely.

"It's just a gray mouse. It doesn't matter if you can't find it. The person who can unlock my divine consciousness mark must also be a foundation-building monk."

The old man frowned slightly: "The Lin family's foundation-building monks are all being watched. Could it be that someone secretly built the foundation? Or did the Lin family secretly invite foreign aid?"

From beginning to end, he never suspected that he was a reclusive foundation-building monk.

After all, no idiot would go to the mortal world to live in seclusion.

If it wasn't his duty and he was old, he wouldn't be able to come to this mortal world to guard it.

The environment here is like a pond that is about to dry up.

And he is a big fish in the pond that can only swim in the mud. If he moves a little bit, there will be a crisis of water shortage.

So most of the time, he is in a state of slumber to delay his last breath of life.

Usually he just exudes a little bit of Qi as a deterrent.

If this were not the case, even if he was old and frail now, he would not have been discovered by a group of ordinary warriors who had touched him outside the palace.

The old man looked back at the brightly lit palace.

"It's a pity that he didn't do it himself, otherwise he could have been kept. Cutting off a foundation-building cultivator would probably break the Lin family's muscles and bones.

But just a little more time would have been nice.

Lin family, your hesitation is the reason for your defeat. "

The old man took out a blood-red pill and drank it. His eyes slowly closed and his breath fell into a deep sleep.

Nowadays, guarding his palace is his top priority.

As for the rest, they are all trivial matters.

Whatever you lose today, you will get back twice as much tomorrow.