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Chapter 9: Because I am a Practitioner

Chapter 9 I am a practitioner

Author: The South Wind Has Not Ended

Chapter 9 I am a practitioner

Chen Kuang closed his eyes and followed behind the black armored guard, silently remembering the number of steps he had taken and the number of turns he had taken.

To be precise... being led.

And it's not the handcuffs being held, but the wrists being held.

Chen Kuang felt a little strange in his heart.

This black-armored guard was a little too considerate, and even deliberately slowed down his pace so that Chen Kuang, who was wearing shackles, could keep up.

That’s not to say that others can’t have this character, but this attitude toward a humble prisoner of an enemy country is not “the way they should be.”

The Zhou people were cold-blooded, and their military style was even more ruthless. Prisoners were prisoners, and you should not treat your enemies with any luck or mercy, otherwise there would be more and more people like Dong Da.

What goes up must have consequences, and such actions will affect the morale of the military.

Since they found him so quickly, it proves that Chen Kuang's plan worked.

The Zhou people were really looking for the elixir of immortality, and their actions could not be exposed for some reasons, so they were kept secret.

Judging from the fact that the black armored guards did not hesitate to kill the two jailers just now, Dong Da, who was the first to come into contact with this secret, should have been executed.

As Li Hongling's personal guard...can I really be extra considerate?

Chen Kuang's heart moved.

The palm covering his wrist was slender... not like a man's.

"arrive."

The black-armored guard let go of his hand, and his voice was not clear through the thick mask, as if it had its own audio mix.

Arrived? This is too fast...

Is the Black Armored Army's camp so close to Tianlao?

"No need to waste your efforts."

The black-armored guard looked at the silent blind musician in front of him and said calmly:

"I will take you here by leaping. The path you can memorize does not exist."

Chen Kuang: "..."

Well, I understand that it is my fate to be seen through in the world of high martial arts.

But I didn’t feel any difference at all from walking peacefully. Is this Qing Gong a bit too foul?

Having said that, no wonder we have to hold hands...

Chen Kuang took two steps forward and reached out to touch the curtain of the tent.

A hoarse and sharp female voice came from inside the camp:

"Qingcuo? Everyone has been killed? Then let Adjutant Xiao arrange a new batch of jailers."

"yes."

The black-armored guard bowed his head in response, turned around and left.

Chen Kuang walked in.

He closed his eyes, but strangely he could vaguely feel the obstacles around him.

Most of the memories belonging to the original body were pitch black, with only sounds and weak light and shadow changes, so Chen Kuang originally thought that it would not have a big impact on him.

But it wasn't until he closed his eyes to simulate the state of a blind person that he found that he was very adaptable.

This is also a good thing. If you fight with others in the dark in the future, it will definitely be very beneficial.

The Zhou army had been stationed for a long time. The tents were well built, with carpets on the floor, tables and chairs placed in them, and even borneol incense was burned.

Li Hongling sat casually on the upper seat with her sword and golden horse. She watched Chen Kuang walk to the center and stood there, and was immediately pushed down to his knees by two black-armored guards.

She raised her eyes, her eyes scarlet: "I heard that you said that Su Yu once gave a pill to Lezheng from Taichang Temple?"

Chen Kuang took advantage of the situation and bowed down, lowering his head to avoid being seen with any flaw in his demeanor.

"Yes...I heard it with my own ears."

"Su Yu has been addicted to alchemy for more than ten years. He goes everywhere asking for immortality and medicine, almost crazy, just for the sake of immortality. Why do you think he gave the medicine to a little Lezheng?"

"Le Zheng had superb piano skills during his lifetime. He was very close to the late emperor and was often given some personal items..."

"not enough."

Li Hongling suddenly stretched out a finger and shook it, staring at Chen Kuang, word by word:

"I think this reason is not enough."

"I'll give you a chance to say three sentences. If you can't convince me, then I will think that you are trying to deceive me."

The tall and intimidating female general stood up slowly, almost reaching the top of the tent. She stood tall like a mountain covered with black scales, rising into the sky, filled with evil energy.

The female general reached back and grabbed the long handle.

"Click."

There was a crack on the ground, and a giant halberd almost three meters long was thrust deeply into the ground, and she easily lifted it up with one hand.

She was not sitting on a chair, but on the halberd!

This halberd is named Super Star Shen Yuan. It is made from a single piece of iron and weighs five hundred kilograms. It does not require the use of any magical powers. It can kill someone just by smashing it.

Chen Kuang was silent for a moment:

"I was indeed lying."

"One sentence."

"Luo Lezheng is just a son of a country squire who entered the palace by donating money. He has only learned to play the piano for three years. He is just a passerby. The late emperor rarely even summoned him, so how could he be rewarded with pills?"

"Two sentences."

Chen Kuang curled his lips:

"I know what you are looking for... It was not Luo Lezheng who was rewarded with the elixir, but me."

"Three...boom——!!!"

Suddenly, the huge mountain suddenly collapsed, and a huge shadow roared over the top of the head.

Superstar Shen Yuan was lifted up from the ground by Li Hongling, swung forward, caught in the wind and thunder, pushed away the surrounding air, and slammed into Chen Kuang's door.

If Chen Kuang had to describe it, he felt as if he saw a dump truck thrown by King Kong.

His pupils were constricted, his scalp was tight, his heart was beating wildly, and he felt the strong wind blowing against his face, almost squeezing out the remaining air from his chest.

The next second, Li Hongling's figure was faster than the giant halberd.

As soon as the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, she suddenly appeared in front of Chen Kuang, stretched out her right arm, opened her hand and caught the superstar Shen Yuan again in mid-air!

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, the air flow dispersed, and the tent curtain blew open.

The two black-armored guards actually took half a step back.

Chen Kuang was pinned to the ground by Li Hongling with his other hand. He did not move at all, but his face was extremely pale.

Li Hongling said coldly: "Then why do you do it?"

Chen Kuang breathed out with difficulty: "I am a practitioner who has opened the eighth orifice point."

Hmm...originally, only the ninth orifice was opened.

Just now, under the pressure of Li Hongling's aura, the spiritual energy flowing slowly in his meridians was stimulated, and it directly broke through the barrier of the eighth orifice, which was as thin as a cicada's wing.

Li Hongling narrowed her eyes, put her hand on Chen Kuang, and directly penetrated the spiritual energy to check.

Chen Kuang only felt as if some invisible foreign object had forcefully entered his body. Regardless of the resistance and screams of the meager spiritual energy in his body, it wanted to explore inside his body and stir up the water in the pool...

Then he left very simply.

Li Hongling let go of her hand, her eyes still unbelieving:

"What about practitioners? It's not like Su Yu doesn't have masters around him."

Chen Kuang combined his own memory with the information he got from Chu Wenruo,

He closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"The practitioners of Lingtai Mountain cannot escape from the world. The late emperor did not think that they were his own. In the imperial city, the Gongun princes were brightly dressed but had their own agenda. Their relatives were incompetent and they had no subordinates."

"Only a humble person like me, with no one to rely on, can be completely driven by him."

(End of chapter)


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