Chapter 314 Chunfeng Upstairs Wine, Longyuan City Sword (Additional update for Immortal Qitian)
【Rogue Bandit: Yang Prison】
[He is cruel, likes to behead people, has extremely high martial arts, innate supernatural power, and a very high level of blood exchange. He has superb sword skills, miraculous archery skills, and excellent light skills...]
[Reward: one thousand taels of gold, a superior martial arts, six bronze medals for the position of head catcher, blood exchange, replenishing a number of elixirs, and three blood exchange pills]
[Danger level: five]
[You can live or you can die!]
In Deyang Mansion, the soldiers and government officials worked tirelessly to post highly similar wanted notices in the most conspicuous places on the street.
There were also many catchers who announced loudly to prevent the illiterate people in the world from not being able to read.
"Good guy, you don't want Yang Yu's life. Your court clearly wants my life!"
"With this small reward, you dare to arrest Master Yang?! You people from the six sects have gone crazy!"
"Let's go, let's go!"
Someone started, and everyone dispersed.
Only a few six-door catchers were left looking at each other, but there was nothing they could do. This group was left to them, and they had to hold their noses to do it whether they wanted to or not.
One of the arrestees was still reciting the wanted order, and suddenly he felt his companion's body trembling, and his voice became stuttering: "Yang, Yang, Yang..."
"What, you can't read the words?!"
The catcher waved his hand impatiently and turned his head inadvertently. He was frightened and started to tremble: "Yang, Yang, Yang..."
"The rogue bandit Yang Prison."
Walking slowly over, Yang Prison looked at the wanted poster with his portrait with great interest and commented:
"Tsk, this painter does have some skills, he looks like a half-dozen or sixty-six percent..."
After working as a head catcher and a royal guard for several years, Yang Yu had seen as many as eight hundred wanted posters, ranging from one thousand to eight hundred, but this was the first time he saw himself hung up on one.
And the settlement fee is quite large, enough to amount to one thousand taels of gold.
"Yang, Yang, Mr. Yang, you guys are also following orders, you, you..."
Yang Yu was careless, but the several arrestees were sweating profusely, and their legs were trembling.
Of course they have martial arts skills, but with their meager means, it makes no difference whether they have it or not in front of this person.
"It doesn't matter."
Yang Prison would not embarrass several arresters, so he calmly ordered:
"We just happened to meet each other, so I'm too lazy to run away again. You guys go back to the six doors one at a time and take a copy of all the files related to the Lian Sheng Cult in the stronghold and send them to Chunfeng Tower."
"ah?!"
Several arresters were stunned, looking at the man and woman walking towards Chunfeng Tower, they were all a little confused.
They have been involved in the Six Gates for more than ten years, and they are fairly well-informed, but the person on the wanted order asked them for file information.
They have never seen this before.
but……
"Do you want to listen?"
Several people looked at each other, all of them were a bit big-headed, but they still turned around in a tacit understanding and hurried back to the six-door station. Of course, adults must make a decision on such a difficult problem.
There was a steady flow of people inside and outside the long street, and naturally many of them recognized Yang Yu, after all, his portraits were plastered all over the city.
but……
After a brief silence, the sound of hawking along the way started again. Everyone did whatever they wanted to do, pretending they didn't see anything, and just quietly avoided the road.
More than a month ago, Yang Yu had actually participated in disaster relief, and the evil deeds done by Nie Wendong on the streets behind him had also spread. Although the people of Shengdou were still a little in awe, they did not panic.
Among the martial arts warriors who have survived to this day, naturally there are only a few who are stupid. They will avoid it when they see it from a distance. No one is willing to step forward and die.
"Brother Yang's return has frightened many people."
Qin Si’s eyebrows were half-curved:
"Look at those spies, their legs and feet are weak."
"That one is not afraid of me."
Yang Yu smiled and looked at Chunfeng Tower. On the eaves, Zhao Kun's face was as dark as water.
Qin Si smiled and said nothing.
The two of them walked to Chunfeng Tower. Zhao Kun didn't want to come in, but Li Eryi came after hearing the news. He took the trembling shopkeeper and asked for some wine and food.
The shopkeeper and the rest of the waiters all turned pale. This master was not only highly skilled in martial arts, he was also capable of Ling Chi...
Unfortunately, they had nightmares all night last night, and when they saw Yang Yu again, their buttocks were trembling.
Before the food and drinks were served, Qiu Zhanyu had already arrived in a hurry.
When I got upstairs, before I could say anything, I bowed deeply and my sleeves fell to the ground.
"Master Qiu, why bother..."
Yang Yu shook his head slightly.
"Qiu is ashamed. He is so old but has no courage..."
Qiu Zhanyu stretched out his hand to pour a bowl of wine and offered it with both hands:
"In my heart, and in the hearts of all Jin Yiwei, Brother Yang will always be Jin Yiwei. No matter what happens in the future, no one from Jin Yiwei will make things difficult for you!"
"Master Qiu, you're welcome."
Yang Yu took the wine bowl with both hands and drank it all in one gulp.
"The death of Nie Wendong, Long Yuandao, and the imperial court will be shaken, and perhaps some masters will come to make trouble..."
Qiu Zhanyu looked solemn, stretched out his hand and took out a file with still wet ink:
"This is an essay written in Qiu's handwriting. It records the masters of Long Yuandao who may be sent by the imperial court. Brother Yang, take a look at it. It may be useful."
"I appreciate Brother Qiu's kindness, but you'd better take back this file."
Yang Prison did not accept the file.
This is taboo.
He asked the six gates for information about the Lian Sheng Cult, but they could still refuse by saying that they were coercive, and the information would not harm the imperial court, and they were even happy to see its success.
But it was different when Qiu Zhanyu took the initiative to send the list and information about the masters.
"I've written everything down, how can I take it back?"
Qiu Zhanyu smiled and cupped his hands, turned around and left.
After he left, the shopkeeper brought the food and wine to him. As soon as he put them down, he hurriedly left, feeling weak in his heart.
This is still the eighth floor. If it were the ninth floor...
"This Mr. Qiu is a very gentle person."
Qin Si poured wine for the three of them and called Zhao Kun who was eavesdropping outside the window, but the latter shrank his head and did not come in.
The two of them were flying around on the white crane, but I had to run around for two days before coming back. I had eaten so much that I was not in the mood to drink.
"Young boy Yang, you are too reckless. What should you do now? I'm afraid your wanted order will soon spread throughout Qingzhou..."
After a few glasses of wine, Li Eryi, who had recovered from half a year of being a refugee, sighed and shook his head repeatedly, feeling very regretful and regretful.
He witnessed Nie Wendong's death with his own eyes, and he had thought about stopping it at that time, but seeing Yang Yu's resolute attitude, he had no choice but to give up, but it was a pity in his heart.
Under the influence of alcohol, I couldn't bear it any longer.
"When the soldiers come, they will block the water and use the soil to cover it up, that's all."
Yang Yu didn't take it seriously, finished his drink and dropped the bowl: "Instead of worrying about me, it's better to worry about yourself."
"I?"
Li Eryi was stunned for a moment and then said: "What do I have to worry about?"
After practicing for more than a month, he has returned to normal, but he still gets nervous when there are many people and likes to carry a short sword with him.
"Heishan City, Mulin Mansion, Deyang Mansion... these things have happened one after another, haven't you ever thought that you are very unlucky?"
Yang Prison almost understood.
He returned to Chunfeng Tower this time, partly to collect information files about the Liansheng Cult, and partly to solve the troubles faced by Qin Si and Li Eryi.
Of the two of them, one was pregnant with the notion of "beautiful women having a bad fate", and the other was even more exaggerated, and was simply unlucky. He really couldn't rest assured if it wasn't solved.
"You cursed me?!"
Li Eryi's face suddenly turned as dark as iron. He couldn't bear to hear others say that he was unlucky.
Because he is really unlucky...
"You still use curses?!"
The two chatted happily. Qin Si listened with a smile, poured wine for the two of them from time to time, and said nothing for a long time, but occasionally said a word.
Not long after, there were hurried footsteps again, and several heads from the six gates delivered the files and turned around to leave without saying a word.
"Pity Life Cult..."
Yang Yu flipped through the file, capturing useful information at a glance. At the same time, he was doing two things at once, thinking about how to change the fate of the two of them.
At this time, he still could not give others the destiny, but he had vaguely figured out the rules of this magical power, and was confident that he could absorb the destiny he wanted to absorb.
But he couldn't beat the two of them half to death...
…
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Longyuan Road has four states, green, white, and cloud. There is also a Daocheng, but it is not called a state.
Longyuan Daocheng is located in a place with the best terrain. There are flat rivers inside, ravines outside, surrounded by thousands of rivers, and fertile soil for thousands of miles.
The Daocheng is like a giant beast that stretches across the plain, with its mouths open on all sides, swallowing the four rivers that pass through the city, and the flow of people coming and going.
It is much more prosperous than any other city in the three states.
fluttering~
The two eagles traveled thousands of mountains and rivers one after the other, passed through the cold wind in the early morning, and landed in the Taoist city where the sky was dim and only a few smokes rose.
At this time, most people are still awake, and naturally a small number of people are still asleep.
The fireworks alley in the south of the city was filled with the aroma of wine and meat. In the alleys in the west of the city, a large number of night pilgrims were already pushing dung carts, going from house to house to pick up incense and send it out of the city before daylight.
The place where the eagle landed was the backyard of a very large mansion.
call!
suck!
Under the old tree in the courtyard, in the cold wind, a middle-aged man with a solemn expression, dressed in single clothes and with a majestic air, sat cross-legged on the cold ground, breathing heavily on an unsheathed and handleless sword lying across his knees.
With.
His breathing was long and powerful, and every time he breathed out, the divine sword made a clear trembling sound.
At the moment when the eagle flew down, the middle-aged man opened his eyes.
Stab!
There seemed to be a thunderbolt across the still dark sky.
Phew!
The eagles were frightened and quickly dodged. However, no matter how much they dodge, they were still caught up by the sword light that rolled away like a dragon and a snake. In a flash, the letters from the two eagles were taken away.
Snap!
The divine sword returned to its place, and the letter fell into the palm of the hand.
"Qingzhou Yang Prison..."
After a quick glance, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up and bowed slightly towards the house:
"Your Majesty, Nie Wendong was killed and Lingchi was executed."
During the first half of the sentence, there was no movement in the room. It was not until the second half of the sentence that a soft 'eh' came from the room:
"Which one is so bold?"
"It's a man named Yang Yu."
The middle-aged man replied.
"Yang Prison?"
There was a light on inside the house, as if he was surprised:
"Nie Wendong is also quite cunning, so it's interesting that he fell into the hands of such a small character..."
While the people in the room were talking to themselves, the middle-aged man opened the second letter, glanced at it, and his expression tightened:
"Yes, it's about the eldest lady..."
Squeak!
The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing only a coat walked out of the house.
This middle-aged man is extremely well-maintained, but unfortunately he seems to have lacked exercise all year round and is extremely obese. He can even be called bloated, so tight that he can barely see out of his eyes.
"The eldest lady was chasing Yu Lingxian and suddenly disappeared somewhere. All of us lost her. It is suspected that she was ambushed by the masters of Liansheng Cult..."
"Tsk, still so careless."
The rich prince sighed:
"My niece is really disobedient. She doesn't want to do embroidery in her boudoir, so she insists on picking up a knife and a stick..."
"Should I inform the princess about this?"
the middle-aged man asked.
"Why should such trivial matters disturb the mother and concubine's sweet dreams?"
The rich scholar patted his belly and said:
"Canghai, please take this person on a trip and do the two things at the same time."
"Um?"
Canghai's eyelids twitched and he made a cut-throat gesture: "What do you mean..."
"Stop it!"
The rich prince suddenly frowned and sighed: "You people, you just open your mouth and shut up and fight..."
"Today is different from the past. The eldest lady has understood the undefeated Tiangang. I'm afraid those old stubborns in the army will become even more dissatisfied with you..."
Canghai pressed the sword gently and said solemnly:
"If you can't bear it, Canghai is willing to do it for you."
"My family is not prosperous. The third brother became a monk and has no roots. I have nothing to do. Only the eldest son left behind a son and a daughter. Why do you always think that this prince wants to murder his nephew?"
The prince sighed and turned around, slowly returning to his room:
"Bring my niece back safely. If you lose one hair, I'll cut off your head! As for who Yang Yu is, it's up to you."