Wen Yue was still lying on the bed, but he just changed the place.
Moved from the hut in the backyard to the former courtyard.
The maids and handymen are still there.
His leg was injured by sneaking, and the cure could only be cured by time.
Although I have asked the Immortal Master of the Worshiping Tower, they are not good at treating illnesses and saving people, so that’s it.
Pushing the door open and entering, Chujiu called softly: "Young Master."
Wen Yue looked up and saw Chujiu and Shizhu at the same time.
The stone pillar is indeed as its name suggests. It is tall and looks like a pillar.
Another embroidered guard was working on his muscles, bones and skin. Although he was seriously injured by Zhou Liang's slap, he could walk freely after only half a day's rest.
This should be his second time meeting Wen Yue. After all, seeing such a big shot, even if he is full of anger, he will inevitably be frightened.
This is the tension and fear caused by sudden cross-class communication.
Wen Yue asked: "You are the one next to Xiang Baihu, do you have any difficulties?"
"I didn't expect that the prince could still remember the villain."
Shi Zhu suddenly understood why Xiang Hu not only did not resent the prince, but instead left a secret letter and treasure.
Even though he had only met him once, such a big shot still remembered him. Instead of blaming him for being angry, he asked him what difficulties he had.
Such people are worth working for and make people want to fight for them.
"This is the secret message and...things I asked Baihu to give you." Shizhu gritted his teeth, tore open the lining, took out the secret message sewn in, and the foot-long piece of money in the silver bag was covered with an unknown flag.
Wrapped small finger-long items.
Wen Yue was slightly stunned, his affection suddenly fell, and then his voice was slightly high-pitched: "Xiang Baihu?"
He got up from the couch, but he missed it and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up regardless of the embarrassment.
On the ninth day of the lunar month, I was in a panic. I exclaimed and hurried to help.
Shi Zhu couldn't help but feel moved, took two steps forward, and handed the secret letter and things to Wen Yue.
Wen Yue quickly opened the letter.
"Your Majesty, you see your words as your face."
By the time I read this letter, I should no longer be alive.
This magical thing is called the ‘Ghost Faced Flag’.
Feeding with internal energy can obtain the 'black elixir', so I used the black elixir to enter the refining viscera and then into the innate world.
The day after tomorrow returns to the innate world, opens all the organs in the body, turns all the energy in the body into magic power, and becomes an immortal master.
Swallowing pill beads requires...
The ghost-faced flag hosts a ghost and god, who will teach the immortal skills in the middle of the night when the internal energy is sufficient.
With this treasure, the prince can become an immortal master and cure leg diseases.
All past kindnesses will be returned.
Xiang Hu’s final work.
Wen Yue stared at the letter blankly. At some point, water drops fell on the letter, which woke him up.
"Why should we repay such a small favor with our lives?"
The hand holding the letter trembled.
Wen Yue never expected that what Xiang Shizhu brought to the old man would be such a magical treasure.
As for why you didn't bring it yourself.
How could Xiang Baihu not know that this was the treasure of the Immortal Master? If he had brought it that day, the Immortal Masters in the Enshrinement Building would definitely not have given up.
I resorted to this tactic out of desperation.
Seeing the Crown Prince shed tears, it didn't look like he was faking it. The depression in Shi Zhu's heart was relieved a lot, and he said, "Prince, I want to take away the corpse of Xiang Baihu."
"No, I want to give him a grand burial."
Shi Zhu looked determined: "Your Majesty, I will take the leader's body away at 1 o'clock today."
"Not negotiable?"
Shi Zhu shook his head and said nothing.
"I can give you glory and wealth, but you must leave?" Wen Yue stared at the stone pillar and said softly.
With the legacy of Xiang Baihu, Shizhu will be like a fish in water with him. Even if he doesn't do anything, he will be able to occupy a high position in the future and become the big shot that Shizhu once aspired to be.
Wen Yue is also very sincere and does not cheat.
"You hate me?" After pondering for a long time, he asked.
"I don't dare. I enter the Liang Dynasty just to enjoy the wealth and wealth in the world. I'm afraid that the boss Xiang won't be used to enjoying the golden nanmu, so he will inevitably blame me."
Wen Yue opened his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and sighed: "That's it, that's it."
He took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it over: "If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to Liangdu again to find me. If you blame me, you can pawn the jade pendant and earn some money."
"Thank you for your reward, Your Majesty. Your Majesty is righteous." Shi Zhu took the jade pendant and turned around to leave.
On Chujiu, he took the stone pillar to the mourning hall, where the body of the old man Xiang was placed in the coffin.
Xiang Hu's expression was peaceful and his face was rosy. He didn't look like he was dead, but seemed to be asleep.
Saw him for the last time.
Close the coffin.
On the ninth day of the lunar month, people were sent to prepare the bullock cart.
Shizhu drove directly to the city gate of Liangdu with the coffin containing the body.
At dusk that day, the light setting in the west was bright red.
He did not return to the Hou Mansion until the ninth day of the Lunar New Year when the bullock cart was no longer seen.
Wen Yue asked melancholy: "He's gone?"
"Yes, young master, he left and didn't look back."
It was right to leave, because even he wanted to leave.
Power kills people invisible, and if something goes wrong, they will be squeezed out by the surrounding powerful people. Even people of their own clan find it difficult to believe. Each house fights openly and secretly, and kills people without blood.
All because of his broken leg.
As a result, those who followed him suffered.
Ultimately, it's because he lacks strength.
Wen Yue held the soul flag in his hand and stared at it solemnly.
"Can it really be cured?"
Wen Yue's strength is not bad. Thanks to the solid foundation laid by eating well since he was a child, and being carefully taught by someone with strong martial arts skills, Wen Yue has become a second-rate master in the world in less than 30 years old.
He is also among the best in the bone forging realm.
If it weren't for his confidence in his own strength, he wouldn't have taken action against Gui Chong in that situation.
In terms of basic foundation and depth of qi and blood, Wen Yue is far better than the old man Xiang.
And now is the time when you are young, when your energy and blood are full and there is no sign of decline or decline.
Whether it is true or not, and whether it can cure leg diseases, you will know once you try it.
With a nervous mood, Wen Yue poured his inner energy into the soul flag.
There is no sign of the soul flag being opened.
Wen Yue continued to deliver internal energy.
For a quarter of an hour, Wen Yue, who was already pale, was now completely pale.
Lips are blue.
Sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
"Not enough inner energy?"
"Or is it a lie?" Wen Yue was already panicking.
If there is no response for a while, you can continue to wait, but a quarter of an hour passes in the blink of an eye, and the treasure in your hand does not move at all, which makes people doubt its authenticity.
Wen Yue suddenly felt lonely and desperate.
Also, how can a leg disease that cannot be cured even by an immortal master be cured by an unknown treasure?
Maybe using treasures also requires dividing people.
And he is not the destined person.
Wen Yue smiled bitterly and said nothing, let alone hysterical shouting, just like it should be.
However, just when Wen Yue was disheartened.
The Zunhun Banner suddenly opened.
A black bead the size of a black egg fell out of the flag.
Tu Shanjun didn't know Wen Yue's sentimentality.
He was just thinking whether he had allowed Banzhu to develop freely.
As a result, none of them truly embarked on the path of spiritual practice, and were all burdened by the worldly world.
Even though they have become Qi practitioners, their hearts are still the same ordinary hearts as before, and their pursuit of immortality is not as strong as Tushanjun's own.
A quick look shows that among all the previous banner masters, Zhao Shixian turned out to be the one with the most sincere heart for seeking the truth.
However, Zhao Shixian, the demon cultivator, must die, and Tushanjun will never leave him behind.
So while waiting, he absorbed more inner energy with mana properties, just in time to fall asleep faster.
As for why the soul flag was not handed over to other Qi practitioners, this was a decision that Tu Shanjun had made long ago.
Hou Boxu is certainly worthy of respect, but if he meets such a monk, will he still be able to succeed?
Tu Shanjun admires and respects people like that very much, but now that he thinks about it, he is also afraid of meeting such people.
If you encounter it, there is no chance that someone will destroy the soul flag.
This situation must be guarded against.
Therefore, Mr. Tushan would rather live in the mortal world for a longer time than fall into the hands of other monks.
The casual cultivators in the enshrining building are even more slippery, and Tu Shanjun really doesn’t want to have to fight with the banner master while he is practicing with all his strength.
Just like Zhou Liang, that person is not as good as him, otherwise the two sides would really have to fight.
Therefore, the banner master still has to cultivate it himself before he can rest assured.
It's better to create something from scratch than to be tricked.
This chapter has been completed!