If this war was recorded, it might become the biggest joke in Qiancheng Kingdom.
A fourth-grade superior judge faced off against a third-grade cultivator of the Impermanent Way.
The combat prowess of these two people has reached the peak of the mortal world.
Who would have thought that the two of them would respond to each other and stage a farce that was both ironic and ridiculous.
Xu Zhiqiong asked a ridiculous question.
Which one is the king of recording?
Xu Zhiqiong didn't even know why he asked this question. After asking, Xu Zhiqiong felt embarrassed.
It's embarrassing to be embarrassed, and you should think that you are helpless, and you can't help yourself.
But who would have thought that Hong Zhenkang would answer truthfully.
it's me.
He finally managed to hide himself among the guards, but he actually took the initiative to reveal his identity.
This drama, performed on the hook bar, seemed ridiculous to the spectators.
Hong Zhenkang himself couldn't figure out why he told the truth.
Now was not the time to explore the reason. Xu Zhiqiong's iron halberd was already approaching. Hong Zhenkang had no way to avoid it and saw the sharp edge of the halberd stabbing into his chest.
He grabbed the handle of his halberd and backed away with all his strength!
Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward with his halberd raised, and when the crescent blade was about to sink into his chest, Hong Zhenji suddenly disappeared.
Xu Zhiqiong took back the iron halberd, and Hong Zhenkang's heart hung on the edge of the halberd, his beating heart.
Did he escape?
He used the Yin and Yang magic circle?
Xu Zhiqiong looked down and saw traces of the magic circle on the ground.
Hong Zhenkang originally planned to leave Prince Shu's Mansion quickly after killing Hong Zhenji, so he left a magic circle in advance.
Xu Zhiqiong pressed forward step by step, giving Hong Zhenkang no chance to use the magic circle, but the iron halberd just now forced Hong Zhenkang into the magic circle.
Hong Zhenkang escaped through the magic circle, but lost his heart. This serious injury was fatal.
Xu Zhiqiong wiped the sweat from his forehead, put his heart away, and looked at the guards around him.
On the way to Prince Shu's Mansion, Xu Zhiqiong used the art of disguise, but the guards did not recognize Xu Zhiqiong.
They didn't know the origin of this person, nor how to deal with the situation at hand, until Hong Zhenji cursed: "Get out!" The guards immediately exited the bookstore.
Hong Zhenji knew who saved him, and he recognized Xu Zhiqiong's Yuanyang Blade.
Xu Zhiqiong helped Hong Zhenji to the couch and fed him a pill.
This elixir can speed up wound healing and relieve pain. Hong Zhenji regained some strength and laughed at himself: "Marquis Yun, I've made you laugh again."
Xu Zhiqiong sighed: "Why don't you listen to my advice?"
"Brother Huang said that he would make me the crown prince, as long as I can get rid of Hong Zhenkang."
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Did he lend you the throne to sit on? Or lend you the crown to wear? It's not just empty talk, he must leave you a note at least, right?"
Hong Zhenji also felt that he was a little stupid, but he didn't understand why he couldn't resist the temptation.
"In the Yushu Pavilion, I feel that the throne is very close to me. It has never been so close."
Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and said: "I don't know how long it will take you to understand this, and I don't know how many times I have to say this. The throne was not awarded to you by Hong Juncheng, but was snatched by yourself."
"He is my imperial brother. I always feel that he will tell me the truth. After all, we have the same blood and roots."
Xu Zhiqiong didn't know how to explain it.
Zhenji, Hong Juncheng is probably not of the same lineage as you. He has the cultivation of Canglong Ba Dao. Cang Long Ba Dao has bloodline restrictions. His surname is probably Liang.
Hong Zhenji added: "And Hong Zhenkang, I thought I deceived him about the affection between siblings. I thought his tears were real."
Xu Zhiqiong was even more speechless.
Zhenji, Hong Zhenkang’s real identity is Yuan Chengfeng. What kind of brotherhood does he have with you?
That's all, it's useless to tell him this.
"You have been injured like this, so you have to explain to Hong Juncheng that you should rest well in the mansion for some time. Remember to let Cong Ming stay by your side and never leave you."
After leaving Prince Shu's Mansion, Xu Zhiqiong went to the Hubu Yamen, took some silver and rice and sent it back to the Punishment Department.
Because there was neither smoked chicken nor wine to drink, work on Gongshuyan's compartment stopped, and Bao Huailuo and Zhang Shifeng were so anxious that they wandered around in circles.
"Ma Changshi promised to buy some good food and wine for Miss Gongshu, how can he not keep his promise?"
"Girl Gongshu ate two pots of rice and one pot of vegetables tonight, and she looked so hungry that she lost weight."
"You've eaten three pots and you're still hungry and thin?" Xu Zhiqiong was puzzled.
Zhang Shifeng said: "It doesn't matter how much or how little, the key is that there is no meat to eat."
There was still some meat on hand, so Xu Zhiqiong touched Hong Zhenkang's heart.
But this is not enough for her!
Xu Zhiqiong frowned and said, "Do you have a crush on her?"
Bao Huailuo blushed and said, "We are attracted by her craftsmanship. We have never seen such a good craftsmanship."
Zhang Shifeng echoed: "It's all for learning crafts."
Xu Zhiqiong turned to Ning Yongwei and said, "What are you doing here? You are not a Mohist, why are you here to learn a craft?"
Ning Yongwei was cleaning the equipment and said with a smile: "I'm just here to help, but I'm still idle anyway."
He was not the only one who was idle. There were more than a dozen judges in the craftsman's workshop, sweeping the floor, wiping dust, picking up slag, and washing the rice bowls. Everyone was busy there.
Xu Zhiqiong was very puzzled: "She has been sleeping here for three days and ignored you. Why did she come here to show her courtesy today?"
Ning Yongwei told the truth: "I haven't seen her talk before, so I know she sleeps every day. Today I saw her working here, and for some reason, I just took one look at her and I can't forget her."
Everyone nodded and said: "I will never forget it!"
Bao Huailuo agreed: "Ma Changshi, you didn't see the way she was swinging the hammer, one after another, hitting her heart!"
Everyone nodded and said, "It's all in their hearts."
What a great skill!
Xu Zhiqiong looked at Gong Shuyan, she was still snoring on the bed.
Swinging a sledgehammer will drive you crazy. I think you just held it in for too long, until you were so hungry that you didn't choose to eat.
Let them go out for a walk?
Xu Zhiqiong did not let the judges leave the Punishment Department. Firstly, he was worried that Hong Juncheng had repaired the candlestick and could find their whereabouts through the divine eye. Secondly, he was worried that Hong Zhenkang had spies and the judges might fall into his hands as soon as they left the house.
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Now that Hong Juncheng and Hong Zhenkang are both seriously injured, it is not impossible to let the judges go out for activities. If they can lure Hong Juncheng and Hong Zhenkang out, they will actually make a lot of money.
Xu Zhiqiong took out some silver coins, selected a dozen capable, scheming, and trustworthy judges, and gave each of them a picture.
These people were originally officials of the Shenji Department. Xu Zhiqiong said: "You all have your own ways. It is not difficult to get some wine and meat. By the way, go out and find out the news. It would be better if you can earn some merit. Before dusk tomorrow, you must
Return to the Punishment Department."
Everyone took their silver coins and looked at the craftsman's workshop, but they were reluctant to leave.
Zhang Shifeng wanted to step forward and cover her with the quilt, but Xu Zhiqiong said angrily: "Hurry up, don't ask for a beating!"
After seeing off a group of judges, Xu Zhiqiong went to the Star Corridor, sat in the thinking room, and first took out Hong Zhenkang's heart.
This heart is very tenacious and is still beating today.
How to deal with it?
After all, it is part of the third-grade cultivator, so keep it in the copper lotus flower to refine elixirs.
After gathering his heart, Xu Zhiqiong began to review today's battle situation.
Hong Zhenkang pretended to be Cong Ming and entered Hong Zhenji's library, which was inconsistent with He Fang's original description.
He Fang once said that using artificial techniques to change one's appearance requires a long period of preparation.
According to Hong Zhenji's description, Hong Zhenkang had been drinking with him before, and not long after they left, he changed into Cong Ming's appearance.
The reason is not difficult to understand. Hong Zhenkang mastered the essence of the art of pretentiousness and used it to the point of proficiency.
The art of pretentiousness is not the art of disguise, it is to make the other party lose the ability to judge right from wrong. Even if the preparation is very hasty, Hong Zhenkang can make others unable to distinguish the true from the false.
He Fang made a mistake in the direction of her training and put a lot of energy into modifying her appearance, so much so that even though she was promoted to the sixth level, she was still unable to master the art of pretentiousness.
Xu Zhiqiong even doubted whether He Fang should learn pretentious skills. From the eighth level to the fourth level, each skill was obtained randomly and was affected by blood. He Fang's eighth and seventh level skills were different from He Fang's.
The water spirit is the same, maybe the skills have changed since reaching the sixth level.
He Fang should be reminded, but the secrets about Chaos, whether told or heard, will cause harm. He Fang's cultivation is not enough, so he has to find a safe way to let her understand it accidentally.
The problem at hand is that Hong Zhenkang's techniques are deadly, and he has to find an effective way to break them.
This method is very effective today.
I asked which one was Hong Zhenkang, and he answered himself.
Why did you answer?
Hong Zhenkang is definitely not a fool. There must be another reason why I asked such a question out of nowhere.
It seemed that the Yin Qi had reversed at that time. Is there any connection between this?
While thinking hard, Xu Zhiqiong suddenly felt tired.
Strange, I slept well last night, why are I so sleepy tonight?
The battle with Hong Zhenkang was not too exhausting. Where did this fatigue come from?
Xu Zhiqiong wanted to leave the Xingxiu Corridor, but suddenly his eyelids were extremely heavy and he fell asleep immediately.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, a slight chill came over his face. When Xu Zhiqiong opened his eyes, he saw his master in front of him, holding a brush in his hand and looking at him with a smile.
"Master, are you back?" Xu Zhiqiong was pleasantly surprised.
"Disciple, you're awake." Master was also very happy.
Just as Xu Zhiqiong was about to get up, he found that he was locked by an iron chain and could not move.
Where did the chain come from?
Is this Master locking me up?
"Master, why is this so?"
The master smiled and said, "I have something to ask you. Why did my evil mirror stand break?"
Xu Zhiqiong looked serious and said: "I definitely didn't break this!"
The master was startled: "Only you and I can enter the main hall of Xingxiu Corridor. It wasn't you who broke it, could it be that I broke it?"
"Return, return, there are Bai Yueshan and Hong Huaxiao, they can also enter the Star Corridor!"
The master shook his head: "Without you to lead the way, they would not be able to enter the main hall, and they would not be able to take a step forward."
"Also, there's more..."
"Who else?"
Xu Zhiqiong got wise in his haste and shouted: "There is also Xue Yun, our Taoist sect is not a god, he will definitely be able to enter the Xingzheng Hall, he is very capable, he is the one who broke the evil mirror platform, it must be him!"
"It's him..." The Taoist Master thought for a while, nodded slightly, and then picked up the brush, "Disciple, I just like your wit."
"Master, what are you going to do?"
"Don't you like peaches the most? I painted ten thousand peach blossoms on my face, but it doesn't suit your wishes?"
"Ten thousand flowers?" Xu Zhiqiong struggled hard, "You can't do that. Just draw one or two flowers to vent your anger. But if you draw ten thousand flowers, is that still a face?"
The master gritted his teeth and became angrier as he painted: "Ten thousand flowers are already at your advantage. Go look at my mirror. It's broken into tens of thousands of pieces. How much effort will it take to repair it?"