"No way, isn't Senior Brother's surname Zhu? Who in Wu Zhou dares to touch him?"
"Eight hundred years ago, no one dared to move. Now it's no longer possible. You are a bunch of bastards. You have lost your value too much."
The old man who was speaking had messy gray hair, a goatee that was half long and half short, and a gray robe covered in greasy stains, giving him the image of a typical hermit.
Kou Shuang.
On the night of the Demon Cultivator Trade Conference, the Black and White Evils slaughtered everyone in the venue, and only three people survived, the other two were Lu Bei and Zhu Qilan.
After leaving the venue, Kou Shuang reflected deeply that the world of immortal cultivation was not safe anywhere. Looking into the reason, he found that it was not because he was not good enough, but because everyone was too strong.
He will be safe if he finds a place where few practitioners walk.
So the question is, is there any place in Wu Zhou with a lower level of cultivation than Ningzhou
Yes, Dongwang County, which lowers the level of Ningzhou.
So, Kou Shuang came to Dongwang County happily, and after some calculations, he successfully fooled the master and became his junior uncle who he had not seen for many years.
Anyone who can become a legal advisor must not be stupid. However, Kou Shuang is too good at calculating, and he answered several little secrets fluently. When the legal advisor heard them, he became dizzy and became lame.
During the time he lived in Xuanying Mountain, Kou Shuang had the full pleasure of being his uncle-master. Except for two occasions when he played the role of 'master', he was served food and drink the rest of the time, and his grey robe became more greasy.
What made him happiest was that he found his opportunity here, a disciple who was the reincarnation of an immortal, and there was hope for inheritance, which was indeed a great blessing in life.
However, my disciple is good in everything except one thing: his name is too long.
A tornado destroys your parking lot.
"Master, where are we going now?"
"You can't stay in Ningzhou for the time being. Your senior brother is in trouble and will most likely betray us. Go somewhere else to avoid the limelight first. I will count another senior brother as yours." Kou Shuang said proudly.
"Yes, I will listen to Master."
His eyes lit up when he saw a tornado destroying your parking lot. The world is so big, and he has long wanted to go out and see it.
It was bad luck that he was born in the wild on the first day of setting up his account. He had only taken a few steps when he was kidnapped by passing bandits. They only gave him a piece of white paper and a pen and asked him to write a letter to his family.
God have mercy on him, he is just a player, how could he have any local NPC relatives
His tough and uncooperative attitude attracted a strong crowd of bandits. He had no food three times a day and was beaten instead.
Although due to the protection mechanism of the game, the punches and kicks did not cause any pain, just like tickling, but he came online to have fun, not to be abused.
This number is useless!
He just created a blank account, so he doesn’t feel bad if he loses it. He has even thought of the ID of the new account and can kill your tornado in the parking lot.
Just when he was about to log off, a slovenly old man came up to him. The two hit it off immediately and established a master-disciple relationship on the spot.
In the eyes of others, Kou Shuang is a little neurotic and crazy all the time, but in his eyes, Kou Shuang is the hermit described in novels.
This hairstyle, this beard, this patinaed Taoist robe, and the smell on his body, it is definitely that everyone in the world is drunk but I am the only one sober, I am definitely an hermit master.
Kou Shuang's performance did not disappoint him. He was very good at calculating and had never failed. The only flaw was that he was too pretentious.
To tell half and keep the other half, if you ask Kou Shuang to tell your fortune, there is a 50% risk of stepping on landmines. Small things will become big, big things will kill you in seconds, and nothing will turn into something serious.
Fortunately, the problem was not serious. Kou Shuang was his only disciple, and he promised that when he remembered to practice martial arts, he would teach him how to predict the future.
"We have to hurry up. The idiots outside have already reached level 20."
A tornado destroyed your parking lot. Muttering quietly, thinking of the sneak attack in the middle of the night, he felt happy. The idiots were first calculated by the master's whereabouts, mistakenly thinking that the poisoning was successful, and then he accurately grasped the resurrection time and formed a group to kill them for free.
It's a pity that he is still a blank slate, otherwise he would not have let go of this wave of killing experience.
…
The two men walked down the mountain and headed east, passing through Dongwang County as an ordinary passerby and arriving at the edge of the Xuanying Mountains.
As you look around, you'll see stretches of verdant mountains, with thick, lush trees all over the mountains, verdant and steep, and wild flowers as a backdrop.
In addition to the towering main peak, the mountain range is lush and green, full of elegance and interest, making it a great place for an outing.
It is said that eighty miles to the west, there is a waterway running through the mountains, which anglers would also like.
“Nice mountain…”
Lu Bei curled his lips slightly, not knowing if it was an illusion, but it felt like every mountain had more spiritual energy than Sanqing Peak.
…
The Xuanying Mountains are not high mountains. The terrain is relatively gentle. Only the main peak has many strange rocks, which makes it easy to defend but difficult to attack. The bandits are entrenched in the dangerous throat, commanding a high position, and can easily detect any slight disturbance.
Halfway up the mountain, the village guards the only path to the mountain.
If the number of officers and soldiers surrounding them is large, the bandits can evacuate calmly along the path in the back mountain, break up into small groups and scatter across the vast mountains, and then return after the officers and soldiers leave.
If the officers and soldiers who were encircling the bandits were just pretending, the bandits would stay indoors and play along with them.
That was the case before, it’s different now.
Ever since the bandit leader Ma Feiwei hired a legal advisor named Zhu, the bandits' lives have become more and more comfortable since everyone made money together.
It was not yet dark, the sky was filled with crimson glow, in the open space in front of the stronghold hall, braziers and torches were lit, and several large pots were bubbling with broth, the bandits were feasting on the food, and except for the dozen or so people in charge of night patrol, the rest were drinking from large bowls of wine.
In the hall, there were two chairs wrapped in tiger skin.
The bandit leader Ma Feiwei and Master Zhu sat on the left and right respectively, one was tall and strong, with rough and sturdy features, and the other was broad-shouldered and thick-bellied with a generous heart.
"Master, I'll drink first as a sign of respect."
"Okay, you drink it, I'm fine with it." The lawyer raised his hand and touched the wine glass, his eyes never leaving the account book in front of him.
Ma Feiwei was not annoyed when he saw this. The bandits all thought that he was the one who invited the legal advisor. In fact, it was just the opposite. He was able to successfully escape from prison and become big and powerful because of the legal advisor.
Moreover, the master's cultivation level is higher than his. If they really fight, the master can easily send him back to prison.
Ma Feiwei did not care about his identity of being a puppet in name only but a lackey in reality. The Zhu family of Dongwang County was all-powerful and many people who wanted to become their lackeys could not find a way.
A bandit walked quickly into the hall and reported: "Master, we have searched the back mountain, but we didn't see the old master uncle."
"Never mind him. He's just a weirdo. Maybe he'll come out on his own tomorrow."
Master Zhu shook his head slightly. Speaking of this junior uncle who had been lost for many years, he couldn't help but sigh that time is a butcher's knife, which killed him so much that he didn't even recognize him at first sight.
"I don't know where this old guy learned the art of divination, he's quite good at it."
Master Zhu was talking to himself, and Ma Feiwei said, "Master, Master, our uncle has disappeared. Could he have run away?"
"What kind of drunken talk are you talking about? It's just the Xuanyin Division, a dog raised by the Zhu family. What's there to be afraid of? Do they dare to bite their master?"
Master Zhu shook his head in disdain. What shocked him more than the sneak attack by Xuan Yinsi was the reincarnated immortal, who died and came back to life, and came back to life and died again, just like a monster.
"But… "
"It's okay. I've sent a message to my family. With a little help from them, we will be able to establish a relationship with the Purple Guards soon. With the Purple Guards' word, those bastards below won't dare to act rashly." Master Zhu didn't waste any words and directly gave Ma Feiwei a reassurance.
Speaking of Purple Guards, Master Zhu simply called it bad luck.
Originally, there were three purple guards in Ningzhou, and the East Palace had a good relationship with them, and they had exchanges during festivals. With this relationship, no matter whether it was a big or small matter, the Xuanyin Division would turn a blind eye and bring the ball to the Huangji Sect.
The situation on the Huangji Sect's side is even simpler. The Ningzhou chief's godfather's surname is Zhu, and he is definitely a family member. As long as the East Palace does not engage in rebellion, he will basically just be reprimanded, and even if there is punishment, it will not cause any serious damage.
With people on both sides, there is no room for error.
Who would have thought that this year there would be a lot of personnel changes in the Xuanyin Division of Ningzhou. Before the New Year, one Purple Guard was transferred away, and after the New Year, the remaining two were transferred to the capital together.
And the two new Purple Guards...
It is said that one was a commoner who had made outstanding achievements and climbed up step by step from the grassroots, and the other had connections in the capital and was favored by the emperor. He was promoted to the Purple Guard directly by an imperial decree.
After some consideration, the Eastern Palace decided to build a relationship with the latter first. The former came from a humble background and was originally a troublemaker. Such people generally have a hatred of the rich and are difficult to contact for the time being.
After a while, when people have fallen, everyone will have a common topic.
The latter Purple Guard was different. Their status and class meant that they were all of the same kind and it was easy for them to become corrupt.
"How long will it take to contact that Purple Guard?" Ma Feiwei asked.
"It will be soon. Someone has been sent to deliver the gift." Master Zhu replied casually, holding the account book.
"How come I don't know about this?"
Lu Bei was surprised, and stepped out from behind the screen at the side door. He took out his token, ignoring the shock on the two people's faces, and said, "Xuan Yin Si Zi Wei, you two have been caught, and only one can survive. You can handle it yourself."
Before coming to the mountain village, he walked around the mountain and thought too much. There was no dragon trap here.
In this case, there is no need to keep a low profile, just reveal your identity and arrest the person directly.
As he spoke, Lu Bei glanced at Master Zhu. He was in the middle stage of Baodan realm, not even in the Great Perfection realm. How could this be called unfathomable
He shook his head slightly, asking the assassins to act more cautiously, but not necessarily so cautiously.
It's all the players' fault. In just a few days, even the fearless warriors have been infected by them.
Ma Feiwei was horrified and was about to pick up his knife to chop someone, but when he heard Lu Bei introduce himself, his body trembled, his arms dropped, and his eyes turned to Master Zhu.
Master Zhu was also stunned, then he bowed and smiled, "So you are Lord Lu, I have heard of you for a long time. I am Zhu Minhong, from the East Palace."
Revise the laws and respect the teachings, and the country will prosper for all generations.
Poetry and etiquette are of great significance, and the achievements are as good as turmeric.
The royal family has been passed down to this day, practicing both cultivation and governing. The Emperor of Wu Zhou was only of the "Qi" generation, but the Eastern Palace had an average of great-grandsons per person, which shows how thoroughly this lineage has fallen.
Lu Bei bowed in return, always remembering his politeness, and said politely: "Are you done? If you are, let's get started. I don't have many shackles on me, so I can only take one away. You two decide who will live and who will die."
"Lu Ziwei, I am the King of the East..."
"I know, so what?"
Lu Bei waved his hands and said, "Don't say you are the King of the East. Even if the Emperor's sister is here, I can beat her up or sleep with her as I please. Why are you putting on airs in front of me?"