Shi Fumo's face turned blue and white on the opposite side, and Zhang Wu's face also condensed slightly.
Why did this white-clothed warlock think of the Heavenly Prison?
Not the yamen.
Or a prison?
When you go to the yamen to be a constable, the case trial and judgment depends entirely on money and power. The white ones are said to be black, the black ones are broken into white, and there are a lot of unjust, false and wrong cases, which is the most important thing to sharpen your mind.
The constable is also responsible for catching thieves, public security, tax collection, etc. The dark places are even worse than the Tianzhu, and their experiences are also growing faster than the Tianzhu.
Not to mention Zhao Zhuo.
Any official who enters will die without life and is normal, and it is not enough to make a move. There is no place in the world that is darker than Zhaozhu.
And which of the arrested officials has no legendary stories?
Shi Fumo was recommended by Uncle Six. The position of the Demon King is affiliated with the Fufusi. He is originally a member of the Fufusi, so how could he let him go to the Heavenly Prison?
A chill broke out in Zhang Wu's heart.
Could it be that someone is deliberately hitting you...
"Who is this white-clothed warlock?"
Someone muttered in his heart, and couldn't help feeling guilty.
Looking up at Uncle Six, who also thought of these, Ma Liu frowned and asked:
"Brother Fumo, no one is more familiar with the situation in the palace than me, but I have never heard of the white-clothed warlock you mentioned in Ganquan Palace, nor have I paid attention to what is the origin of this person?"
"It's hard to say."
Shi Fumo shook his head and said:
"I advise you not to inquire. If you know a lot of things, it will be no good. As a minister, you should be loyal to the emperor."
"Loyal to the Emperor?"
Zhang Wu and Ma Liu both heard the implicit sound.
In other words, if you know the existence of this person, Maliu will be disloyal to the emperor.
In other words, the will of this white-clothed sorcerer could be on par with the imperial power, which led to Ma Liu not knowing who he should be loyal to.
This is the thought.
The uncle and nephew took a breath and their hearts were very scared.
"Uncle Longqing was not dead?"
Only when this person is still alive can he completely crush Emperor Jing Hao in all aspects of prestige, strength, status, etc., so that Ma Liu, the second-ranked figure in the Fushi Department, cannot be completely loyal to the current emperor.
After all, Ma Liu was promoted by Emperor Longqing. Emperor Jing Hao had already been a thousand households before he ascended the throne. If he had the kindness of knowing, he would naturally be more loyal to Emperor Longqing.
And Zhang Wu thought more and more farther than Ma Liu.
He likes to think about life, analyze various events, and gain life experience from it.
“There is another possibility.”
"The prince died of illness before that year..."
"It's very strange!"
This person's strength is also comparable to that of Emperor Jing Hao.
Zhang Wu has heard Xiao Jingao's evaluation of the eldest prince.
The best person in the world who can play pigs and eat tigers is his elder brother.
"Don't guess at both of you."
Shi Fumo didn't know that Zhang Wu had guessed the matter so much that he persuaded:
"When you reach that level, all doubts will be open. It's useless to think too much now."
After a pause, he let down the demon and said to himself:
"Look, I'm not that level, so why can't I invite someone?"
"I don't come."
"I was also scolded."
"My Amitabha's grandma..."
Shi Fumo complained in a low voice, thinking that others could not hear clearly, but Zhang Wu and the other two looked dark and their impression of his eminent monk was broken.
...
Pei Mansion.
Pei Xun, who ran home, immediately summoned his guests and invited a medical expert to check his health.
He was not afraid of favor and disgrace on the surface, as if he was not afraid of life and death, but in fact he was panicked and worried that he would die suddenly in the next second.
"Brother Tang, what's the situation?"
"I will observe your pulse and eliminate your confusion, and there is nothing wrong with it."
Tang Zhan finished taking the pulse to Pei Xun and said:
"Lying down and check it out."
"good."
Pei Xun hurriedly lay on the couch.
Tang Zhan pressed all the acupoints behind him from head to toe, knocked and tested the bones, and found that there were no abnormalities.
He turned over and began to press the front.
He suddenly pressed the Tanzhong point on his chest, and a pig-like scream suddenly sounded in the room.
Tang Zhan was not surprised, so he stopped and said:
"Brother Pei, you should have been hit by the hidden power of a martial arts master. The opponent uses a wine glass to penetrate the power into your heart. It seems nothing is wrong on the surface, but you will die of heart failure in less than three months."
After a pause, Tang Zhan analyzed:
"If the opponent's strength is strong enough, even if he has not practiced the Heart-Destroying Palm, he can learn this skill without a master. In just two or three hours, the strength explodes and you will die suddenly tonight."
"Brother Tang save me!"
Pei Xun could no longer maintain his temperament and covered his chest and got up in panic.
Tang Zhan frowned and asked:
"Do you know what level of master the other party is?"
"An unknown hidden figure should be a top-notch peak, or even... super-class."
"Wait for the corpse to be collected."
Tang Zhan was very decisive and turned around and left.
Only when your brain is sick will you interfere with this level of dispute.
If someone wants Pei Xun to die, you will save him today, and you will die tomorrow.
The aristocratic family is terrifying. Is it easy to mess with the rich guys who are just alone in the world?
If you are barefoot, you are not afraid of wearing shoes. If you exchange your lives for you, do you dare?
However, Tang Zhan is a doctor who is kind and has professional ethics. He turned around and told him:
"If you want to survive, call your martial arts masters quickly and find ways to work together to resolve the strength in your body. If you are late, you will definitely die!"
"Come here-!!!"
A shrill shout resounded throughout Pei's mansion, and the guests waiting outside the door rushed in.
At first glance, the people in the front row are all famous first-class experts in the world, with as many as five, which shows the background of the aristocratic family.
The five people surrounded Pei Xun in the middle, sat cross-legged, swelling internal energy into his body, hoping to help him activate the qi and blood and shake off the hidden power of his heart.
Unfortunately, after a full hour of busyness, the five masters were sweating profusely, and their breath was exhausted. The strength was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which could not be dispelled.
At this moment, the five first-class masters were also afraid.
The five of their internal strength combined is enough to crush the top of the top.
This could not transform the opponent's strength... The five people could hardly imagine the opponent's strength.
"Young master, give in. There is still a glimmer of hope for apologizing from home, otherwise you will have to have a top-notch expert to save you."
"Apologize to them?"
Pei Xun said coldly:
"What's wrong with me?"
“…”
The master who spoke was so choked that he couldn't speak.
Pei Xun waved his hand coldly:
"It's all broken up, I have my own way."
The few people looked at each other, and saw that he was so determined, they had to leave the room.
The room was silent. Pei Xun waited for a while, and when he saw no one speak, he said anxiously:
"Senior, aren't you coming out yet? If I die, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain to Liu Taibao."
A thin old man carrying a black sword walked out of the shadow and said with a vicissitudes of voice:
"This capital is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, the successor of the Indestructible God in the Heavenly Prison, the super-class master of Jin Dahe who killed Jin Dahe with one sword, now has a powerful man with incredible internal strength. Is it true that the golden age of martial arts once a thousand years
Are you coming?"
Pei Xun didn't want to talk nonsense, so he took out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve and said:
"Senior Jianba, I won't let you save me for nothing. In the future, my Pei Mansion can be your hiding place. There are also these 100,000 taels of silver notes. Please collect it."
"Since Mr. Pei is so generous, I accept it with a smile."
Jianba used a big move to capture the silver bill from the air, then flew onto the couch, clasped behind Pei Xun, circulated his skills and began to dissolve the hidden power.
No matter how powerful a wisp of strength is, it is not as powerful as the whole body of a top-notch master.
Soon, Pei Xun felt his whole body relaxed, his heart was filled with gloom. He pressed his chest hard, and there was no pain.
"Thank you, senior."
"I advise you to avoid provoking others in the future."
Jianba looked a little pale and said seriously:
"This person has hidden energy in your body and has no intention of killing people. He just wants to try how deep the water in your Pei family is."
"Otherwise, based on others' control of the strength, you can accurately determine the time of your death to a few breaths, and you will die in the third update, and there is no possibility of living to the fifth update!"
“…”
Pei Xun was frightened and had to press the idea of revenge into his heart. He asked anxiously:
"I should be fine now, right?"
"Eat more meat and keep your body healthy."
After Jianba finished instructing him, he began to meditate with his eyes closed and restored his lost energy.
Pei Xun felt relieved, feeling relieved, and a feeling of fatigue surged into his heart. He returned to the bedroom and fell asleep.
However, he didn't know that Zhang Wu always sought stability in his work. He could get ten insurances, and he would never use only one.
A few days later, Mr. Pei suddenly became unbearable and even several women were exhausted until he was exhausted and his legs became weak.
The glass of wine not only brought the secret poison, but also brought the poison that Zhang Wu secretly drew.
But it did not endanger Pei Xun's life, but would just make him indulge this once every two days.
Killing people on the spot, or being noticed by others will only intensify conflicts, form a bloody feud with the Pei family, and go to war with you.
If you want to kill, it will take a few months to talk about it. It will take until everyone forgets this before they can start.
Pei Xun had a lot of ideas and had secretly killed many people.
Unfortunately, Zhang Wu is his ancestor by using evil means and using various secret killers!
...
The south of the city courtyard.
Zhang Wu learned to relieve the demons and meticulously practiced the golden body of the demons.
This magical skill is similar to the indestructible Vajra.
There is no mental method, and there is no secret. It is all through the twelve movements to guide and strengthen internal strength until the magical power is achieved.
The difference is that Vajra is indestructible and is relatively gentle. The internal strength produced by training is long and long, and the focus is on nourishing the body and strengthening the muscles, bones, qi and blood.
The internal strength of the demon-subduing golden body is much more intense and domineering.
The internal strength is as fiery as fire, as lightning, and has the power to subdue demons and demons.
Just the breath is released outside, the heart of the second-rate master can paralyze and unable to move, which is very terrifying.
The medicines required for cultivation are actually the secret recipe of the Yijin Jing of Shaolin, which comes from the same source as the Marrow Cleansing Sutra.
Vajra is indestructible, and you can practice without the secret recipe of the marrow washing sutra.
But this golden body of subduing demons does not have the secret recipe for the Yijin Jing, and will only waste your practice.
Because the internal strength is too domineering and the human body is fragile, medicine must be used to cooperate.
This secret recipe also requires three thousand-year-old spiritual medicines, but it is not a big problem.
Uncle Liu is different from the past, so he directly wrote a memorandum to the emperor, saying that these medicines are needed for cultivation, so Emperor Jing Hao would of course give him some face and directly criticized him.
The sanctuary is the sword in his hand. The stronger the strength, the sharper the sword.
Boil a tank of water and put various medicines into the tank according to the dosage.
Zhang Wu picked up the newly caught mouse, threw it into the jar and took a few sips. He was sure it was fine, and then under the gaze of Shufumo, he took off his clothes and jumped into the jar.
Uncle Shi couldn't help but complain:
"You guys are really too thief."
"Be careful and cautious can lead to long life."
Zhang Wu was righteous.
The demon was blackened.
"Is there anyone in this world worthy of your trust?"
"Of course, I believe in myself."
"..." Shi Fumo said speechlessly: "It's really hard to be friends with you, there is no level of trust."
"Others have also said this, saying it's too difficult to have a heart to talk to me."
Thinking of Xiao Jingao, Zhang Wu sighed in his heart.
There should be fewer third princes in the Heavenly Prison, and there should be more than one young master in the border.
Unfortunately, man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations.
In this life, eight out of ten people are unsatisfied, and no one can avoid the world.
There is also the beggar king Reagan who repays his kindness with death and loses his life in vain. Zhang Wu sighed when he thinks about it.
Shi Fumo was idle and picked up a medical book and looked like it. Unexpectedly, it was written by Zhang Wu, which made his scalp numb the more he looked.
Medicine and martial arts are not separated. Anyone who practices to the top level must be a master of medical science.
Shi Fumo asked:
"In the past three months, it has been rumored that Pei Xun has taken several concubines in a row. He has excessive indulged in lust and his health has deteriorated. Could it be yours, right?"
"Uncle Master, what are you talking about? What does it have to do with me if he can't control his crotch?"
Zhang Wu curled his lips and said:
"Is it still the concubine I forced him to take?"
"You guy..."
Shu Fumo was so angry that he gritted his teeth. The evidence was in your handwriting, but he still didn't admit it?
As long as you follow your method, you can prepare a drug that causes physical disorders. After taking it, you will be inexplicably excited and lustful in your heart. You must vent your crazily.
People are not iron-clad, especially men.
If the vitality cannot recover and indulge for a long time, the body will become worse and worse, and the resistance will decrease, and you will naturally be plagued by various diseases.
This way of death is even more invisible than the hidden power.
After a few months, Pei Xun died, and no one would suspect Zhang Wu.
After all, you died of illness. Who can you blame for indulging yourself?
Shu Fumo said with lingering fear:
"According to your handwriting, there is no antidote for this poison. I will stay away from you in the future, so as not to take the poison one day."
"After you are my uncle, how could I attack you?"
Zhang Wu soaked in the jar and said:
"This poison was not solved before, but now it is available."
"How to solve it?"
"This secret recipe for Yijin Jing should work."
"I don't believe it."
Shi Fumo shook his head and said:
"Unless you give me some of this poison."
"You monk, why don't you follow the right path, why do you want poison?"
Zhang Wu was completely speechless. People really influenced each other. After spending three months with him, this cheap uncle also started to take a shady path.
Shi Fumo: "I am going to be a prison guard in the Heaven Prison. I heard that the prison is very dark and I want to gain a foothold, so I have to do some tricks, right?"
"You're going to be a jailer?"
Zhang Wu smiled and said:
"I think you can't even stay for three months, so you have to be unable to withstand the condemnation of your conscience and leave in shame."
"You are too scruples on your uncle."
Shi Fumo held his hands with his back, raised his head and said:
"I not only want to be a prisoner, but also a prisoner, prisoner, and prisoner..."
"Climb high, so it's easy to make money and give money to Buddha?"
Zhang Wu takes the lead.
“…”
Shi Fumo turned red, and his hands were suitable for confession: