Chapter 6 After singing, take turns to appear on stage
"There is an order from above, the imperial court has a decree, and the young Marquis will be handed over to the Yu Clan mission tomorrow!"
"The Yu Clan is so powerful, how can we afford to offend him? It's a pity that a genius like Little Marquis can be escorted to such a distant place by himself, and he doesn't know how he will suffer!"
On the upper level of the stone staircase, the faint whispers of two jailers could be heard.
"Maybe halfway, the Yu clan will directly kill people!"
"Oh, how pitiful, there is no way to survive if you are sent to the wilderness, you will definitely die!"
"Stop talking, be careful little Marquis hears it! He will be taken away tomorrow morning anyway, let him have a peaceful sleep. Come on, let's go have a few drinks, it's too hot today."
The voices of the two jailers gradually disappeared, and Zhiqie Zhen's heart sank. Was this because the imperial court and the aristocratic family could not withstand the pressure of the Yu clan, so they gave up on themselves?
He pondered for a moment and then realized that even if he would be escorted to the Yu Clan, it should be done in secret. How could two lowly jailers know about it in advance and leak it?
Is this a deliberate intimidation method to trick him into taking action? Zhikarizhen's eyes flickered, swept around the cell, and then returned to the food table. He pondered for a moment and crushed more than ten plates of exquisite dishes one by one.
Soon, I found a copper spoon in the filling of a piece of fried crab roe spring roll, and I checked it against the keyhole of the cage. The copper spoon just matched.
Zhi Kaizhen looked at the food table again, and his heart moved. The food table in the past few days was all made of rosewood, but today it was replaced with a new one. He stretched out his hand and groped carefully on the back of the chopping board for a while, and touched a convex
He pressed it hard, and with a soft "click" sound, a thin and narrow soft sword popped out.
Zhikarizhen held the soft sword and shook it slightly. The soft sword wrapped around his wrist like a snake several times, like a shining silver bracelet, hidden in the sleeves of his clothes. Zhikarizhen felt bright and clear, but he didn't know where it was.
The forces bribed the jailer and gave themselves the key to escape from prison and a soft sword, trying to coerce and lure them to escape.
If he really escapes, that would be too stupid. Once he escapes from prison, he will become a wanted criminal of Da Jin and the Yu clan, and may even be expelled from the Taoist sect, leaving no room for him to stand up.
Perhaps these people still regard themselves as an ignorant young man from the countryside? He is not Yuan An himself, so how could he be moved by a few words of the jailer? What's more, he is carrying Pepsi and Hebao Key, what kind of cage can lock him? Zhi Qingzhen pushed the food table in front of him without touching anything. He sat down on the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep with his clothes on. He felt very strange. Since the other party was forcing him to escape, why would he add drugs to the food and wine? Isn't it unnecessary?
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After a long time, Zhikarizhen gradually became a little tired. Just as he was about to fall asleep, an inaudible soft sound suddenly came. A soybean fell from the space of the skylight above and bounced twice on the straw mat.
, turned into a three-foot-tall warrior.
Its face was blurred, and it was unclear whether it was male or female. It was covered in a stiff bean shell battle suit. It had bare feet and no toes, and its steps were light. The bean soldiers held a sharp short spear in each hand, jumped up nimbly, and pounced on Shikari Makoto. The spell spreads the beans and becomes an army! Zhi Kaizhen suddenly opens his eyes.
This is a widely circulated technique. The soybeans are fried with various materials, buried in the cemetery when the moon is overcast in the yin year, and cultivated with secret methods for three years, the bean soldiers can be born.
The technique of sowing beans into soldiers first originated from alchemists. Nowadays, Taoist sects, magic sects and casual cultivators have inherited it. This technique is easy to learn but difficult to master. Some of the bean soldiers grown by casual cultivators are crooked and cracked, with missing limbs and no traces.
Combat power. The higher the cultivation level of the bean grower, the stronger the combat power of the bean soldiers.
Zhikarizhen glanced at the skylight above, kicked off his heels, and moved sideways. The two short spears of the Dou soldiers suddenly fell into the air, and stabbed into the stone wall. The Dou soldiers did not panic, and the short spears hit the wall.
The whole person took advantage of the situation and flipped upside down, and the two short spears raised up little bits of cold light and sprinkled it towards Shikari Makoto.
This is the strength of bean soldiers. No matter how critical the situation is, they can always remain calm and calm, without any emotions such as joy, anger, fear, etc.
Zhikari Zhen also jumped up at the same time, and the two sides passed each other. Zhikari Zhen bent his hands into claws, passed through the cold light of the short spear, and was the first to buckle the bean soldier's head. It was Zhen Rahu's best soul-breaking finger. With a "click", the bean soldier's Tianling cover was lifted. There was no blood inside, but milky white bean juice gurgled out. The bean soldier shook a few times, fell to the ground with a "plop", and the body quickly transformed into a fingernail-sized
Soybeans.
Zhikarizhen glanced at the soybeans on the ground and was not in a hurry to move his sword. The bean soldiers were clearly here to kill him, which was quite contradictory to the jailer's attempt to lure him out of prison. The two parties were probably not the same person.
The one who hid the sword and the key in the food cabinet should be the force behind the jailer. And the one who drugged himself and controlled the bean soldiers was another force. This is why it is logical: first make yourself comatose and poisoned, and then send out the bean soldiers.
Assassination. Because the opponent wants to kill you, there is no need to give yourself a soft sword.
"Pap-ta-ta-ta-ta--" The soybeans passed through the skylight of the cell like raindrops, fell to the ground and jumped, turning into soybean warriors holding short spears. There were twenty in number.
The cell suddenly seemed a little crowded.
The bean soldiers flew like locusts and dispersed flexibly, with each other's positions staggered: some launched a frontal attack on Shikarima from the ground; some jumped on the wall and attacked from the side in a roundabout way; some climbed up to the ceiling and attacked from a high position.
Pounce; some crouched in the corner, motionless, waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack... Their movements were fast and fierce, light and silent, and even the sleeping cute ones were not woken up.
Jikarima shook his wrist and shook out the soft sword. The bright sword light suddenly lit up and circled around. Milky white and rich bean juice splashed out. The bean soldiers all split into two halves and fell to the ground.
Half a soybean.
The combat power of each bean soldier is about the initial stage of refining qi, but with Zhikari Zhenyi's sword in hand, he can kill easily and smoothly, and his swordsmanship is even better than when he dueled with the Little Eagle King.<
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The last surviving bean soldier was hiding in the corner, but now he was forced by the sword light and had to pounce over.
The sword light trembled slightly, turning into slender threads of light that entangled the bean soldier layer by layer, allowing it to rush left and right, always trapped in the thick cocoon of the sword light. Zhikari really wanted to capture it alive,
Find the master behind the bean soldiers.
"Bang!" The bean soldier's body suddenly expanded and exploded, and the bean juice splashed all over the wall.
Zhikari Zhen was silent for a moment and put away his soft sword. This bean soldier obviously had some spirituality, and when he realized that he would be captured alive, he resolutely killed himself on the spot. Such spiritual soybean soldiers are also called "bean soldiers" because
Once they are caught, they will kill themselves immediately. People who can refine beans must at least have the cultivation level of refining gods and returning to the void.
After that, Zhikari really didn't wait for the new bean soldiers to attack. It seemed that the other party had given up. He racked his brains and thought for a long time, who wanted to escape by himself and who wanted to die? No matter who it was, the other party must be
Otherwise, how could a first-class official in the court have the chance to interfere in Tingwei's prison?
Zhikari was really leaning on the bed, not daring to fall asleep for a while, so he could only meditate and adjust his breath.
After an unknown amount of time, a dim light suddenly lit up in the direction of the stone staircase. A jailer walked down the stone staircase and walked straight to Shikarima's cell, followed by a man wearing a cloak and a hood covering his face.
Zhiqiu remained completely silent, holding a soft sword in his hand hidden in the sleeve of his robe. The jailer's expression was dull, like a zombie. He brought the man to the cell, walked to the corner by himself, and stood blankly facing the wall without saying a word.
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Across the cell door, the man in cloak looked deeply at Zhikarizhen for a while, and suddenly asked: "The young Marquis is being imprisoned in prison. Do you know that your life is hanging by a thread?"
Zhi Shou really didn't know the other party's background, but being able to sneak into the imperial prison obviously meant he was quite powerful. He pondered for a moment and answered vaguely: "I can't know about this matter. The Taoist sect and the court will decide on it."
The cloaked man smiled faintly: "Why is the gate in front and the court in the back?"
Zhi Kaizhen's eyes flashed, and he vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, and said without hesitation: "The Taoist sect practices Taoism for heaven. King Jin Ming is the king of the country, and the king of the country is the son of the emperor. According to the famous teachings, of course, the father comes first.
The son is behind."
"Well said, you are worthy of being a pre-registered disciple of Taishang Shenxiao Sect." The cloaked man chuckled, took out a piece of jade from his arms, passed through the iron bars of the prison door, and threw it to Zhikarizhen.
The jade huang is made of extremely rare ink jade. The back is engraved with Taoist generals and is decorated with complicated Taoist talismans. The front is only engraved with three simple and clever cloud-patterned Taoist characters.