Chapter 571 Mortals worship Buddha, but I only worship God!
Blood dripped on the soil, and the sharp blade was not stained with any dirt. Li Baihu still wiped it carefully.
"Sir, then Yang Prison..."
Yun Xuanji stood aside, wanting to speak but stopping.
Unlike Li Baihu, he actually saw with his own eyes the scene where Taoist Yunni was being forced and Nie Longtian left in anger.
Although he didn't know what method Yang Yu used to force Taoist Yunni back, he knew very well what this meant.
Famous all over the world?
No, famous all over the world!
He could almost predict that when today's events spread throughout the world, it would also be the time when the man in the city turned into a dragon!
Perhaps it may not be possible to raise one's arms and respond to it, but it is certain that no one can say that it has no foundation.
After all, the most indispensable thing in this world is people...
"he……"
Li Baihu sheathed his sword and was about to leave when he suddenly frowned and bursts of white light appeared from his sleeves.
Snapped!
Yun Xuanji took the circular light mirror with a look of astonishment on his face, looked up and saw that Li Baihu had already gone far away.
"grown ups……"
Yun Xuanji was startled, and just as he was about to say something, he saw the white light dissipate, his body trembled, and he knelt down holding the round light mirror:
"Weak minister Yun Xuanji, if you come to see my emperor, you will live forever..."
Kneeling down and lowering his head, Yun Xuanji couldn't see anything in the circular light mirror, but he could hear the indifferent and majestic voice:
"Where's Li Baihu?"
"Go back to your majesty. Sir, he..."
Yun Xuanji complained in his heart and forced himself to bully the king:
"My lord, he is not here..."
…
boom!
The round light mirror framed by black iron was crushed into pieces.
Wanlong Road, the capital of the gods, south of the imperial city, in front of the antique Taoist temple, on the square as clean as jade, a large number of people have knelt down.
Guards, maids, eunuchs...
Feeling the undisguised rage, everyone, regardless of status or martial arts, was trembling.
"Yang prison..."
Emperor Qianheng stood with his hands behind his back, his graceful face full of coldness and solemnity:
"Liu Jing!"
"His Majesty……"
Liu Jing knelt on one knee and waited for instructions.
Emperor Qianheng lowered his eyes:
"I want you to die, will you die?"
Liu Jing grabbed the ground with his head and said in a deep voice:
"If you want me to die, I have no choice but to die!"
"Wang Xi, what about you?"
boom!
He kowtowed heavily and the floor tiles shattered. Wang Xi responded in a deep voice:
"My slave must not hesitate even a moment..."
"I am the king of the world and the father of all peoples. How dare that mud-legged guy..."
Emperor Qianheng's voice was so cold that there was deathly silence inside and outside the square.
"Your Majesty, with your order, I will kill this beast even if I die thousands of times!"
Liu Jing's face flushed and he responded sharply.
Wang Xi kowtowed, his face full of murderous intent.
"Taoist Yunni has returned without success, what's the use of you guys?"
Emperor Qianheng waved his hand.
The two of them wanted to say something else, but they were greeted by a cold voice:
"Call the deputy commander of the Jinyi Guards, Yan Jingming, to come see me!"
"yes!"
Emperor Qianheng did not listen to the barking of his eagles and dogs, but walked slowly into the Taoist temple.
The small Taoist temple is elegantly decorated, mostly paved with top-notch jade, with intricate carvings and coiled dragons everywhere. Everywhere is a work of art that is hard to find in the world.
As the door of the Taoist temple closed, the anger in Emperor Qianheng's body disappeared, and his aura was like a deep pool with no ripples.
There were only three main halls in the Taoist temple, the alchemy room on the left and the quiet room on the right. Emperor Qianheng took the red elixir and drank it without any delay.
Enter the main hall.
There are no statues of gods in this main hall, only a single word hanging high, called "Heaven"!
call!
Burning a stick of incense and praying to the sky, Emperor Qianheng's eyes fell on the wordless sky stele that was as tall as a man under the word "天".
Reach out and carve two words:
Cloud mud!
Buzz!
A faint light emerged, and ancient voices echoed through the hall along with obscure Taoist texts:
"Yunni, eighteenth on the Splendid List, rank 'divine talisman', Dao fruit 'divine talisman book'..."
Emperor Qianheng stood with his hands behind his hands and closed his eyes to listen. As the divine voice echoed, the battle outside the northwest city seemed to emerge in his mind.
only……
"Are you really being forced to retreat, or are you retreating without a fight?"
Ask, get answered:
"Forced to retreat..."
"Are you really being forced to retreat?"
Emperor Qianheng frowned, raised his hand again, and wrote two large characters on the stone tablet:
"Yang prison..."
In the dim light, the divine voice echoed:
"Twelfth on the mountain and river list...the rest is unknown!"
"Unknowable, unknowable..."
The calm expression was taken over by rage. Emperor Qianheng slapped the stone tablet with a heavy palm, and a light of extreme anger emerged in his eyes:
"Why, unknown?!"
Angry, surprised...
Emperor Qianheng's chest heaved, and many files about Yang Yu came to mind.
At first, he never paid any attention to this mud-legged guy who was born in a small border town, even though he had done a lot of 'big things' in the eyes of ordinary people.
But he doesn't think that such a lowly species is worth any thought.
Even if it was Xu Wenji and Li Baihu who wrote many times, he didn't care much. The reason why he wanted to recruit them was before the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List was compiled and usurped.
That day, it seemed that Li Baihu was annoyed, or perhaps he had a whim and left his name on the 'sacred monument'.
At that time, the answer from the monument was:
No such person found!
Buzz~
With a heavy slap of the palm, the stone tablet suddenly glowed with a faint light, and words appeared on it again.
"Um?!"
Emperor Qianheng's eyes trembled, and he read out the two obscure passages that appeared on it:
"Outside the territory..."
…
…
Navy blue shorts, soap scarf, black trousers, jailer uniform.
As night fell, Monday had already changed his clothes and went out, leaving behind the family members of the inmates who were seeking care from his family.
Monday is a jailer. His ancestors have been jailers for generations. It is said that it has been passed down for more than 130 years, six generations.
The job of a jailer is quite lucrative, but the most important reason why six generations of his family have been able to do this job is that they are not stained by grease.
No matter how much it is, I won’t touch it.
He lives in the west of the city, which is the dirtiest and messiest place in the northwest city. It is completely different from the south of the city.
Most of the people living here are traffickers and lackeys, and most of the family members of officials who have committed crimes live here.
The Great Prison is also here.
"coming!"
"Um!"
After a brief exchange, the jailer who was on duty was replaced. On Monday, he picked up the lantern and began to inspect the cells. By the way, he delivered meals.
A big prison, even a big prison in the northwest city, is not a good place. You have two meals a day, clear soup and little water. Whether you starve to death depends on how much fat you have on your body when you enter.
Also look at how much money the family members spend outside.
In this regard, even if the city is replaced with a Yang-shaped flag, there will not be much improvement. At most, two spoons of clear soup will be added?
This also caused many jailers to complain. Even though these two spoons of soup were enough, many people were biting their teeth, but they would not die of hunger.
If you cut off people's wealth, even the boss will be scolded.
For example, at this time, Zhou Yi heard his companions coming back cursing, half dissatisfied with the new boss, and half dissatisfied with the man deep in the prison:
"You still think you're an uncle?! You won't eat this, and you won't drink that! I can't eat a meal of meat for three days, and you still think you're too thin?!"
"what happened again?"
Something moved in my heart on Monday.
"It's not that sick 'tiger'!"
The jailer was full of complaints:
"The same goes for Mr. Yang. He clearly has no friendship with this person, so how come he still insists on providing him with good food and drink?
This old guy's mouth is as tough as a rock, he should starve to death!"
"Sick tiger..."
Zhou Zhou felt a shiver in his heart, knowing who he was talking about.
It has been more than ten years since Yan Dongjun started his uprising, but it was actually only in the past three years that he took over the three states. The reason for this is related to this sick tiger.
The sick tiger, whose name is Qin Lihu, was originally a general of Yanzhou, commanding the army and horses of a state, and his martial arts and military skills were excellent.
In the past ten years or so, the reason why the Northwest Road has not fallen is because of him.
But...
"Let me go."
Zhou took over this chore, picked up the lantern and food box, and headed towards the depths of the prison.
There are naturally a lot of prisoners in the Northwest Dao Prison, including some powerful men and martial arts masters, but the one who is imprisoned in the deepest part is naturally this former general.
In the dark depths of the prison, two red lights flashed suddenly. Zhou Zhou's heart trembled. Before he could retreat, he felt that his hand was empty and the food box was snatched away.
Then, there was a tooth-aching sound of chewing.
"It's refreshing, it's refreshing! When you eat meat, you still have to eat fat ones. Dogs won't eat skinny ones!"
Like the sound of iron and stone rubbing against each other, deep in the prison, the sick tiger spoke:
"Who are you?"
Hearing the inquiry, Zhou Yi's heart couldn't help but heat up, and he hurriedly answered:
"Back, back to the general, I have a humble job on Monday. I am the cell leader of the 16th cell in the South District of the prison. What do you have..."
However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted arbitrarily:
"I'm not asking you!"
The red eyes reappeared.
In the corner, the man is disheveled, but his body is really strong. Even if his pipa bones are pierced with iron ropes, he is as aggressive as a tiger:
"Good body skills and good martial arts! The person who can silently bully me three feet in front of me is definitely not an unknown person. You are..."
"ah?"
Zhou Zhou was startled, and a warm palm fell on his shoulder. The visitor spoke calmly, and his voice and eyes filled the entire cell.
"Don't you know who I am?"
The empty room is white?!
Qin Lihu's pupils shrank violently for a moment, and he saw a young man in mysterious clothes and a long sword at his waist approaching in the narrow alleyway.
"Yang prison!"
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
At this moment, today, in this northwest city, no one's name can be louder than these two words.
Hearing this name, not to mention the frightened Zhou Yi, even the prisoners nearby who were disturbed by the light all lost their voices.
Qin Lihu narrowed his eyes and his spine crackled, like a frightened tiger, exuding a coldness that kept no one close to him:
"It's really you..."
"After three years of hard work, General Qin is only one step away from the entrance to the entrance, right? It's gratifying..."
Yanzhou is the capital city of one state, and there are still two temporary choices, Jiang Wu and Fang Ada, who are destined to be purple. Northwest City, the hub of the three states, will not be without it.