Xu Zhiqiong knew something was wrong, so he quickly walked off the platform, waited until he reached the tent, and threw himself into Tao Huayuan's arms.
Tao Huayuan looked at Xu Zhiqiong's weakness and thought he was injured. She was looking for medicine, but Xu Zhiqiong grabbed him: "Quickly, take me back to Wansheng City and to the Marquis Mansion."
"Why go back there?"
"Go to Senior Meng Yuanfeng, he can save me!"
This time the matter is bigger than just merit refining.
Xu Zhiqiong roughly calculated the number, and the merits of this refining exceeded three thousand.
This means that he is likely to be promoted to the fourth rank.
He had just been promoted to the fifth level not long ago, and his body had not yet reached the peak of the fifth level.
Nowadays, a large number of meritorious deeds have been refined, and they have to be promoted directly. This time it is really fatal.
Tao Huayuan didn't ask any more questions, activated the magic circle, and after several twists and turns, she took Xu Zhiqiong back to the Marquis Mansion in Wansheng City.
Meng Yuanfeng was sure that something was going to happen, so he has been living in the mansion these days.
Seeing Xu Zhiqiong's body covered with scars and his breath weak, Meng Yuanfeng sighed: "But he said he wouldn't let you go back to Daxuan, but you didn't listen, and now you have been poisoned by that guy!"
He thought Xu Zhiqiong was injured by Long Xiulian.
Tao Huayuan didn't understand what he meant, Xu Zhiqiong waved his hand and said: "Old senior, it's not that he was poisoned, but that he was refined through meritorious service."
Meng Yuanfeng felt Xu Zhiqiong's pulse and exclaimed: "He's about to be promoted!"
Tao Huayuan said in surprise: "I was promoted to the fifth rank a few days ago, and I will be promoted to the fourth rank so soon?"
Meng Yuanfeng frowned and said, "What happened to him when he went to Daxuan?"
Tao Huayuan thought for a moment and said: "I have gone through a lot, but I have never seen him kill people. Doesn't the way of killing rely entirely on killing skills to improve your cultivation?"
"He..."
Meng Yuanfeng couldn't open his mouth, and he couldn't say that Xu Zhiqiong was not a killer.
Tao Huayuan didn't ask any further questions. Knowing that Xu Zhiqiong's condition was not caused by an injury, she felt a little more at ease. She took a deep breath and said, "Promotion is a good thing."
"Yes, a good thing..." Meng Yuanfeng said without confidence.
In Judge Road, the success rate of promotion from fifth grade to fourth grade is very low.
According to the probability, only one of the ten fifth-grade people may succeed in promotion, six may fail in promotion, and the remaining three may directly die in the process of promotion.
If you are at the fifth-level stage, you have polished for a long enough time and your body is hard enough, the success rate of promotion will be relatively high.
Like Xu Zhiqiong, if he rushes to the fourth level as soon as he reaches the fifth level, the chance of success in promotion is very slim, but the probability of death is very high, maybe more than 90%.
Even if you save your life, once the promotion fails, the best result is to stay at the fifth level for the rest of your life, or even fall below the sixth level.
Seeing Meng Yuanfeng's solemn expression, Tao Huayuan asked: "Senior, is there anything you can do for me to help?"
Meng Yuanfeng shook his head and said: "Girl, just guard the door and don't let anyone come in. Leave the rest to me."
Tao Huayuan walked outside the door, feeling guilty in her heart.
It seems that this thief boy is not a killer...
"You're not meant to be a killer!" Yi Dai shouted in his ear, "You girl, you're usually so smart, how come you're so easy to deceive in front of him!"
Seeing Meng Yuanfeng's willingness to help, Xu Zhiqiong immediately let go of his worries.
When he was promoted from the sixth level to the fifth level, with Bai Yueshan's help, Xu Zhiqiong felt almost no pain.
Meng Yuanfeng is the dictator of the tomb, and his methods are far above Baiyue Mountain. With his help, his promotion will definitely go smoothly.
Meng Yuanfeng whispered: "Youngsters, don't be afraid, I will help you get through this disaster."
After saying that, Meng Yuanfeng took out his calculation chips and calculated the hexagram carefully for half an hour. After reading the hexagram, he nodded confidently.
"It should be impossible to die."
Xu Zhiqiong was stunned.
That's it?
I came all the way to find you, and you told me a fortune?
"Old senior, help, help me..."
"Don't worry," Meng Yuanfeng rearranged his calculations, "I'll do another calculation."
"Old senior, besides fortune-telling, do you have nothing else to do?"
"I'll lend you some more luck!"
"Is it all about luck? Is there no other way?"
Meng Yuanfeng pursed his lips and said, "That's how I got through it back then."
…
Xu Zhiqiong left without saying goodbye. Yunzhou still had many things to deal with, and He Fang had no one with whom to discuss matters.
She wanted to go to Li Shabai to discuss it, but Li Shabai put all his thoughts on the duplication puppet.
"This is a sharp weapon!" Li Shabai exclaimed, "With these puppets, when we come to the battlefield one day, we will be invincible, and we can even defeat others without fighting!"
He Fang nodded and said, "This needs to be taken care of."
Li Shabai rubbed his hands: "It's a pity that among the nine puppets, some are missing after all."
He Fang smiled and saw what Li Shabai was thinking.
Besides painting, he is most obsessed with construction techniques.
Facing this craft that has been lost for many years, Li Shabai must have been itching.
He Fang nodded: "What Painter Li said is that the nine puppets are indeed missing. Why doesn't the painter take out a puppet and study the construction method carefully? If you learn this craft, it will be a great achievement."
Li Shabai shook his head and said: "I don't like fame and fortune, so why should I strive for credit?"
He Fang added: "This is not for merit, this is to reduce the number of killings on the battlefield. It is actually a good deed!"
Li Shabai liked to hear this very much.
"Since it is a good deed, this is something that should be done, but...if you want to fully understand the technique, you have to take the puppet apart, and I'm afraid you will destroy a puppet."
He Fang said: "Destroy one thing, but you can get thousands of them. Painter Li, this is what you should do, and it is the right thing to do!"
Li Shabai was filled with joy and returned to the camp with a puppet in his arms.
Seeing how obsessed Li Shabai was, He Fang sighed, who should he approach to discuss these matters now?
Sister Tao is a smart person and sees things clearly. She doesn't know where she is.
Forget it, settle these people first, and then run the official offices in Yunzhou.
He Fang was busy all day, and late at night, when she was about to go to sleep, she suddenly heard a loud noise outside the camp.
Boom!
He Fang was shocked and quickly went out to investigate.
But Li Shabai's tent disappeared, and there was a deep pit two feet long and wide on the ground.
"Painter Li!" He Fang called twice, and suddenly she saw a scroll floating behind her, and Li Shabai walked out of the scroll.
His clothes were in tatters and his body was covered with smoke. Li Shabai wiped his scorched face and took out a piece of broken wood from his hair.
There is only such a small piece left of a dummy puppet.
"It exploded." Li Shabai said with a confused expression, "I didn't even see the structure of the puppet clearly, and it exploded suddenly."
He Fang let out a long breath: "Don't worry about this puppet. Check to see if it's hurt."
"It exploded..." Li Shabai held the piece of broken wood, looking very depressed and about to cry.
He Fang didn't know how to comfort her: "Don't cry, don't cry..."
Li Shabai sobbed and said: "I didn't see the mechanism clearly, but I knew that the mechanism must be unusual. I didn't expect that it would explode suddenly."
Li Shabai did not expect that there was a self-destruction mechanism hidden in the puppet. Once the puppet was dismantled, it would explode.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a puppet, aren't there eight more?"
Li Shabai was startled: "Not good!"
He quickly rushed towards the tent where the puppets were kept. As soon as he got into the tent, he heard continuous loud noises.
Under the fire that reached the sky, the tent was blown to pieces, dust flew everywhere, and a piece of scorched earth was left behind.
All eight puppets exploded!
He Fang was dumbfounded and looked around for the scroll.
Fortunately, the scroll that floated just now was still on the ground. He Fang was about to pick it up when he saw a burst of black smoke rising and Li Shabai got out of the scroll.
His clothes were burned and Li Shabai was naked.
There were flames in his hair, but Li Shabai ignored it. He stared at the night sky for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "Among the puppets, there are agencies that can send messages!"
The exploding puppet used some mechanism to send a message to the other puppets, and the other puppets exploded along with it!
He Fang quickly took off her cloak and put it on Li Shabai.
Li Shabai asked He Fang for a belt and tied the cloak around him.
"These puppets can communicate with each other, and one of the organs flew away, probably to report to the master!"
Li Shabai's eyes shone with a strange light, which was rare and ferocious.
He was enraged!
The scroll that fell to the ground suddenly floated up and turned into a leaf, flying in the night wind.
"Painter Li, don't act out of emotion, or you may fall into the enemy's plot..." Before He Fang could finish her words, Li Shabai suddenly disappeared.
…
In the courtyard, Ye Ansheng was carving a wooden horse. The carving work was very exquisite and the wooden horse was lifelike.
An inch-long iron wire suddenly flew close to it, twisted its body a few times like a snake, and then lost its life.
Ye Ansheng frowned, immediately put down his work, entered the bedroom, and quickly closed all the doors and windows.
Long Xiulian, who was lying on the bed, asked: "What happened? What are you going to do?"
Ye Ansheng didn't answer. He held down the book in the room with his left hand and turned the book three times with his right hand.
The bedroom shook for a while, the ground suddenly collapsed, and the entire bed fell into the ground.
The floor immediately returned to shape, as if the bed had never been in the bedroom.
As soon as the bed disappeared, a leaf suddenly drifted in from the yard.
The leaves unfolded and turned into a scroll, and Li Shabai emerged from the scroll.
He looked at the slate on the ground. The slate was rough and hard, and it was impossible to leave footprints, but Li Shabai still saw the traces leading to the bedroom.
He followed the footprints, avoiding traps along the way, and reached the bedroom.
He walked to where the bed was originally and stood silently for a moment.
There used to be a bed here, Li Shabai could tell.
He squatted on the ground and tapped the floor lightly.
After hitting it twice, he hit hard and the floor shattered, revealing the cave below.
Where does this cave lead to?
Li Shabai did not rush down, but first grabbed a scroll from mid-air and threw it into the cave.
The sound of weapons piercing the air and the sound of explosions were heard, and the cave was full of traps.
After a long time, when the storm calmed down, a piece of paper flew up in the cave.
This proves that the cave is temporarily safe.
Li Shabai jumped into the cave and found that it was more than two feet deep.
Looking around, the soil was solid and compact. It was really just a hole in the ground, with no other way out.
"Where did you escape to..."
Li Shabai released the two energies of yin and yang and tried to track Ye Ansheng's traces.
The two qi of yin and yang were blocked in the cave, and no trace could be traced.
"It's a perfect fit, what a good workmanship!" Li Shabai couldn't help but admired.
…
In the capital city, the ascetic workshop and the craftsman building.
The Jiangzuo Building was originally the residence of Ye Ansheng. After Ye Ansheng escaped, the Jiangzuo Building was closed down. Except for Zhong Shen who occasionally came over to take a look, no one else dared to step in.
A room on the first floor was covered with dust and cobwebs. In the originally empty room, the ground suddenly cracked silently, and a bed emerged from the ground.
Long Xiulian was lying on the bed, and Ye Ansheng was sitting on the bed.
Ye Ansheng wiped his sweat and said: "It was so dangerous, I almost got caught up by that ruthless man."
Long Xiulian asked: "Is he the one who injured me?"
Ye Ansheng nodded and said: "The failure of the True God of Might and Dao to come seems to have happened at the hands of this person."
Long Xiulian laughed and said: "I don't know whether to say it or not. Why are you so entrusted with the matter of Yunzhou and leaving it to Peng Xiunian with full authority? Do you really want the true god to come to this world?"
Ye Ansheng said expressionlessly: "That's the true god of your Taoist sect. You just watch the show from the side, but you still blame me?"
"What does watching a show mean?" Long Xiulian gritted his teeth and said, "My life is almost at stake!"
Ye Ansheng sighed and said: "Why bother complaining to each other? Since we have come to the capital and done serious things, I will go to Chen Bingbi tonight and promise him something. Don't forget it."