A big man stepped out of the market and stood in front of the child.
The big man was as tall as an iron tower, calm and intimidating. He was dressed in old but neat clothes and had a long knife hanging on his waist.
He removed his palm from the handle of the long knife, hugged his shoulders, and looked down at the little baby in front of him.
Then he opened his palm and said helplessly: "Hand it over."
The little kid has never seen such a battle before.
He swallowed hard and shook his little head like a rattle.
"Oops, the stone was caught."
There was another burst of excitement.
Several children clustered in the alley were about to go to the rescue, but due to the solemnity of the policemen in the city, they had no choice but to disperse and scramble into the depths of the alley.
In this turmoil, they finally returned to a small dilapidated courtyard.
There are just a few shabby tile-roofed houses in the small courtyard. It is hard to imagine that such a dilapidated place can be seen in Tianji City, and it seems that there are still people living here for a long time. Looking up, there are a few big characters written above.
‘Orphanage’
The courtyard door is wide open.
A woman dressed in simple clothes walked out of it.
The moment they saw the woman, the children seemed to have found a backbone, chattering about the experience of being caught by the stone. As the footsteps gradually progressed, a tall figure appeared in their sight, and the children hurriedly hid behind the woman.
Behind him, he quietly poked his head out, then quickly retracted it.
As the figure approached, the familiar embroidered brocade robe came into view.
The man put down the 'stone' in his hand, sighed and said, "Mrs. Xu family, you should take good care of them. Brothers are already busy with official duties, so there is no time to deal with them."
"If you learn to steal now, won't you become a gangster when you grow up?"
"They..."
Only half of the words were spoken when the policeman seemed to realize something and hesitated to speak: "If I offend the noble, I can't cover it up."
The woman known as the Xu family's wife had a stern look on her face, looked at the dirty child with only two bright eyes exposed, and shouted: "Take it out."
Shitou trembled when he heard this and took out half a piece of pastry from his crotch.
The woman who had been pretending to be dignified suddenly had red eyes, but she disappeared in an instant. She cupped her hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Dong, for taking care of me. We will compensate you according to the price."
"Forget it, I know the stall owner."
"As long as it's not stealing money, it doesn't count..."
The woman took out a gold leaf from her pocket, mixed with a few spiritual stones: "No, we must compensate!"
Send the policeman away.
Woman stares at the stone.
Shitou timidly whispered: "I didn't steal it, it fell to the ground by itself."
The woman didn't say anything. She led the children into the gate of the orphanage, told the half-grown boys to close the door, and then scolded: "If you don't ask, you are stealing!"
As he spoke, he took out a bamboo stick on the side.
"Sanniang, I'm hungry."
"Sanniang, please spare Xiao Shitou, we will never dare to do it again."
"..."
Xu Sanniang raised her hand and took it back again, but she still had to be punished. The child had to eat a few bamboo sticks to gain a long memory.
After teaching the children, Xu Sanniang hurried back to the house. First, she prepared meals for the children, and then prepared to meditate and rest. She stayed up until the morning light last night.
She had forgotten which day and night it was.
Fortunately it's not a dangerous job.
A small courtyard in Jujun Tower collapsed, and she had just rushed back from there.
…
"Jujun Tower?" Zhong Han looked surprised.
He looked at Lu Jing who walked in at the door, then at his father and Mr. Wu who was living in the cloak. His expression was even more surprised. He had just rushed back from there. Why did everyone seem to be so confused?
Got this.
Logically speaking, a fight is not a big deal.
Many times monks who have not gone too far have caused serious damage.
But when did what he, a monk of the Law Enforcement Hall, know become known to everyone? This is strange.
"Nephew Lu Xian, you..."
Although Zhong Songtang did not open his Dharma Eyes, with his cultivation and eyesight, he could still detect Lu Jing's aura at once.
Lu Jing's aura was very bad. It could no longer be said to be weak, but had changed, as if the person standing in front of him was not a living person at all.
How can a non-living person get here?
Could it be a ghost?
"I'm dead." Lu Jing spoke in a deep voice and at the same time opened his clothes, a hole appeared on his chest that penetrated from front to back. This hole was not the cause of his death. The key was that he cut himself with his true intention. This
One knife is the key to cutting off life.
"How could this be?"
Mr. Wu stood up suddenly, his voice a little trembling.
He was clearly ready to trade the Purple Mansion and the Inner Alchemy Furnace to the Governor, so why would Lu Jing still die?
He did not believe that the governor would be so unwise. Killing Lu Jing would mean severing the deal. If the governor wanted to survive, then the Zifu and the inner alchemy furnace in his hands were the most important.
"It's a long story." Lu Jing smiled and walked to the seat beside him and sat down.
He recounted what happened after Mr. Wu left, but he only stopped at killing himself.
He needs to think carefully about the rest.
He concealed Tu Shanjun's identity.
In fact, Lu Jing had some guesses. He could feel the loss of mana, and the fact that the senior was so weird must be related to the magical weapon. This meant that he couldn't tell Mr. Wu and the others the truth. He could only give a rough idea.
It is said that the governor's behavior angered a senior.
Then, under the action of that senior, the governor died.
"Dead?!" Zhong Han's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
He listened to it from beginning to end like a story. He couldn't believe it when he heard that the great monk who kidnapped Lu Jing was dead. You must know that he had just returned from the Law Enforcement Hall.
I heard from the elders that the two monks who took action were at least the Great True Lords.
The mana fluctuations were reported from the prison, and by the time they arrived, it was less than half a stick of incense. Such a short period of time was not enough to observe and test, let alone take action directly. Even if the action was taken, how many magical powers could be used?
Now Lu Jing came back and told him that the mana fluctuations they were tracking were real, and they actually did it, and some people even died.
"The elders said that the two people who took action were at least the Great True Lords."
"..."
Zhong Songtang frowned.
In order to deal with the governor, he heard Wu Zhu talk about the realm of the governor, so he was even more touched. The death of a peak great true king was so peaceful that he couldn't help but wonder: 'Are there any such monks in the city?'
Tianji City is huge, with crouching tigers and hidden dragons inside.
It is normal that there are such monks.
If Lu Jing had not lied, that person's strength was definitely not weak, and had even reached the combat power of the Tianjiao of the Great Weapon Sect. Of course, Tianjiao measured the strength of those in the same realm. That person had the strength to kill someone of the same level with half a stick of incense.
Definitely not an unknown person.
Compared with the two of them, Mr. Wu is more concerned about Lu Jing's current situation.
"Is this situation reversible?"
Lu Jing shook his head and said: "This secret method is called enduring death. It was taught by the senior who asked me to handle the funeral affairs..."
After obtaining the secret method, Lu Jing became more certain about his guess. He felt that the monk who appeared in Jujun Tower was definitely related to the strange magic weapon. He was not dead yet because the senior wanted him to do something.
"Where is that senior?" Zhong Songtang asked.
"Senior has left."
"If everything is properly arranged, there is still a chance for reincarnation."
"I have sold Yin Shen to senior, so I asked senior to take action."
Lu Jing had this in mind, so he couldn't reveal the secret of the strange magic weapon.
Not to mention the strength displayed by the demon giant, no one here is his opponent. Mr. Wu himself is the Yuan Ying Yin Shen. With that senior's ability to extract souls and refine souls, he can easily
Mr. Wu practiced it.
In his opinion, demon cultivators always do things based on their mood.
"Is this... maybe you have met a demon?" Zhong Han hesitated and looked at his father's face.
Who takes action and uses Yin Shen as reward?
It's hard to say that Lu Jing could still be alive originally, but now that someone has taken away the Yin Shen, there is no way to survive at all.
Although he said that, he did not ask Lu Jing about the details. The more such a demon is, the more troublesome it will be. What makes the people above him a headache is that he is a little golden elixir, and he is tired of living and crooked before he pursues such a demon.
Not only would he be tired of living a crooked life, but he would also bring trouble to his brothers and sisters.
After being glared at by his father, Zhong Han stopped and shrugged his shoulders.
He always does things like this, shouting slogans, doing his job well, and never making extraneous matters. He will kill those who can be killed quickly, and he will not impulsively kill those who cannot be killed.
To be able to get into such a position, he has his own set of rules.
Mr. Wu was silent for a long time.
He knew that everything he said was in vain.
In the world of spiritual practice, one still speaks with strength. Without strength, no matter how loud you speak, no one will listen.
He couldn't do anything. If he could, he would really want to keep him. Anyway, he had long planned to die together with the governor. It would be worthwhile if he could use the Nascent Soul God to invite a demon to take action.
But, after all that, he couldn't convince himself.
Mr. Wu asked: "Does that senior have a name left behind?"
"No."
"Yeah."
"An unknown demon king who is comparable to a great genius."
…
Two and a half months.
Zhenge Auction House.
A group of people sat in a side room.
Lu Jing looked at the ring on his finger.
He still took out the strange magic weapon from the Taoist pool, but he didn't know how to place it.
But there must be a place for it, and it cannot continue to be placed in the Dao Weapon Pool. Otherwise, after his death, Mr. Wu will also get this strange magic weapon after he receives his inheritance.
He could already feel the flow of mana, which was the ring in his hand.
"Next thing."
"Suzaku level Nascent Soul puppet."
The host of the auction spoke loudly.
Everyone in the wing couldn't help but lean forward.
Not only their group in the wing, but also many monks also showed interest in the puppets that appeared on the booth.
Ring opened one eye and looked at it, focusing on Lu Jing.
The spirit demon death-resistant technique has sequelae. It doesn't seem strange at the moment, but it will cause problems when the time comes.
But what he didn't expect was that this person would take away the Soul Banner. Unfortunately, the aura of Yangbingchi was not fully recovered in the six years since he entered Tianchi.
We still need to discuss with Lu Jing to let him join the army again.
