The heavens start from the bottle mountain

Chapter 113 Kill Qin Zhen
Chapter 113 Kill Qin Zhen
……

Early the next morning.

Breakfast enough for seven or eight people was placed on Kunlun's table again.

"This is the ginseng and black-bone chicken soup that Shao Batou specially ordered the kitchen to make for you."

Hua Maguai smiled and brought over a large casserole.

After opening, a strong aroma hits the nostrils.

In a casserole the size of a washbasin, there were two old hens and at least three aged wild ginseng.

In addition, precious herbs such as Ganoderma lucidum and Poria cocos are added.

Just this pot of chicken soup is worth a lot.

"It's specially for you to replenish your body, eat it quickly."

Xu Kunlun took a bowl and signaled Hua Maguai for a piece.

But the latter quickly waved his hand and refused.

"It's just for you to make up your body. I don't dare to eat it."

Seeing him like this, Xu Kunlun didn't insist.

He took the soup spoon, scooped up the chicken soup and took two sips.

Goldfinger's reminder sounded.

"Purple Turtle Dove, the inferior poison of the ninth grade in the body, is chronic, and has been exempted."

A move in my heart.

"I'm exposed."

Recalling the experience of the past day, he couldn't think of where he had let himself go.

"Since it is a chronic poison, then plan to control me, and simply follow the plan."

Thinking of this, I ate it with a big mouthful.

Seeing it from the side, Hua Maguai heaved a sigh of relief.

After Xu Kunlun swallowed all the food, Hua Maguai said a few words before leaving.

He hurriedly came to Chen Yulou's residence.

As soon as he entered the door, the latter had already greeted him.

"how?"

"Eat it."

A smile appeared on Chen Yulou's face.

"Very good. You will be responsible for Kunlun's meals in the future, and you must ensure that he eats 'Purple Turtle Dove' at least once a day."

"Yes."

"No matter who he is, if he falls into my hands, Chen Yulou, don't even try to escape."

……

In the gazebo in the back garden of Ma's house.

Yang Sihai is at the top.

On the left is Ma Shirong, and Ma Changan is standing behind him.

Next to him was Hu Fengli, one of the five Great Immortal Masters of the Ni'er Society, the 'Black-robed Great Immortal', and standing behind him was Liu Changfan who had survived from the Pingshan Palace.

Opposite them are corpse Taoist Wei Xian and Ghost Elder.

"I heard that Kunlun next to Chen Yulou came back yesterday."

Yang Sihai looked at Ma Changan.

The latter nodded quickly.

"I have seen it with my own eyes, and it is indeed Kunlun."

"Impossible." Liu Changfan continued, "At the Pingshan Underground Palace, I saw him buried alive by quicksand, how could he still be alive?!"

"This story has spread all over Xiling Villa, so it's definitely not fake." Ma Shirong said.

"Sixth, eighth, what do you think?"

After the corpse Taoist and Gui Lao looked at each other, the latter said: "It may be the resurrection technique, or the technique of seizing the house where the dove occupies the magpie's nest."

After Yang Sihai nodded slightly, "It seems that there are other people eyeing Xiling."

"Chen Yuntian and Chen Yulou are not fools. We can imagine that they must also want it. No matter who is occupying Kunlun's body, they will only let themselves stand in the open. Although they have some strength, they will not affect the overall situation." Ma Shirong said.

After a pause, he looked at Yang Sihai who was on the main seat.

"Second brother, now that the Xuetang is disabled, the Hetang has suffered heavy losses, and the strength of the Chen family's father and son's lineage has been severely damaged, it's time for us to act, otherwise the night will be full of dreams."

Yang Sihai nodded, "Before that, we need to get rid of Leopard Hall."

"A snake without a head can't do it. As long as Qin Zhen is killed, the Leopard Hall will be a piece of loose sand, and we can make decisions." Ma Shirong said.

After Yang Sihai nodded, he looked at Hu Fengli.

"Fellow Daoist Hu, Qin Zhen still needs to trouble you to make a move."

While speaking, Mana held a wooden box and handed it over.

Take it, open it and have a look.

A smile appeared on his face instantly.

"This matter is on me. But if Fellow Daoist wins Xiling, I hope Fellow Daoist Yang can help find the whereabouts of the Partridge Whistle. Then my Ni'er Society will be rewarded."

"Good to say."

After agreeing, Yang Sihai handed over another brochure.

"This is my third younger brother's behavioral preferences, as well as the introduction of cultivation base, magical instruments and exercises. I believe it will be helpful to fellow Daoist Hu."

"Yang Daoyou still thinks it's appropriate."

After Yang Sihai smiled, he turned his head.

"Sixth, eighth, Chen Meishan is the old guy's diehard loyalist, so I'll leave him to you."

"Yes."

"As for Granny Jin and Lao Jiu, they are still useful to us, so let's keep them for now."

……

Practitioners are also human beings, and as human beings, they have ideas, preferences, and desires.

As the second child of Longtang, Qin Zhen was able to forge iron shirts, and he was tyrannical.

But the tyrannical body also brings a lot of energy.

This Sai Taisui is not good at power and women, but he likes to gamble.

He is powerful and powerful, with his back on Xiling, and he doesn't worry about running out of money.

Therefore, every time I gamble, it is all night long.

Fortunately, he knows how to be restrained, and he only gambles once every seven days, which is not harmful.

Hongyuan Casino.

The property under Xiling Crane Hall is also a place that Qin Zhen often visits.

Another night, Qin Zhen, who had withdrawn from the tedious work of Baotang, came straight to Hongyuan Casino with a bulging wallet.

"Second Master, you are here."

"Master Qin, please come inside."

"Master Qin, the big guys have been talking about you these days."

Bad gamblers and waitresses who often come around, when they saw Qin Zhen, they hurried forward to greet him.

"Are you talking about me? I think you guys are talking about the money in your grandfather's pocket, right?"

After a few perfunctory words, Qin Zhen walked towards the center of the lobby.

"Master Qin is here, everyone make way."

The croupier hurriedly greeted him.

Most of the people knew Qin Zhen, so they quickly moved out of the way.

"What's the way today?"

Qin Zhen sat down bravely, rolled up his sleeves, and looked like he was doing a lot.

"Back to Master Qin, bet on big and small, five silver dollars per hand." The croupier said quickly.

boom.

A bulging pouch, containing at least two or three hundred silver dollars, was placed heavily on the table.

The eyes of all the gamblers around them lit up instantly.

Qin Zhen's gambling has always been good, and he never overpowers others. As long as you win the money from him with real skills, the money will be yours.

The point is, Master Qin's luck has never been very good, and he loses nine out of ten bets.

He secretly got the nickname of "God of Wealth".

"Not yet?"

Qin Zhen scolded.

The croupier dared not neglect.

"Buy it and leave it, buy it and leave it."

"Master Qin, you come first?"

"Yes, Master Qin will come first."

Qin Zhen knew their plan.

"You tricksters, Mr. Qin, I don't lose every time I bet." He took out five silver dollars, "I'm the younger one."

"I press down."

"I'm too big."

We all know that Qin Zhen's gambling luck is not good, so the gamblers around swarmed all of them.

Qin Zhen didn't care either, he was not short of money.

Gambling is just a hobby, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, as long as you are happy.

"open it."

The dealer opens.

"Three, two, one, six o'clock, small."

Amidst the wailing of the gamblers, Qin Zhen laughed out loud.

"The old man has already said that the old man's gambling luck will not always be bad."

Hugging Yinzi over, Qin Zhen was in high spirits.

"Come on, come again, this time the old man is overwhelming."

Maybe this time he was really lucky, and he won several times in a row.

Unknowingly it was late at night.

The gamblers around lost all their money and walked away disgruntled.

Seeing that no one gambled anymore, Qin Zhen lost interest.

"These bastards ran away after seeing the old man win money."

"Since Second Master Qin likes it, why don't you let me play with Second Master Qin?"

Accompanied by a slightly hoarse voice, a person completely covered in a black robe stepped in.

Sensing the threat behind him, Qin Zhen turned around slowly.

His eyes were so bright that he stared at the person coming.

"Who are you?" Qin Zhen asked coldly.

"A gambler."

"Gambler? Hmph, I'm afraid the visitor is not kind."

"Second Master is afraid?"

"Afraid? It's a joke. On the one-acre land in Xiling, there is nothing that Qin Zhen is afraid of."

It is both a warning and a reminder.

"Xieling, which is so powerful in Sanxiang, suffered heavy losses even by stealing a mere Pingshan, so what is there to praise?"

Qin Zhen was furious.

"A person who hides his head and shows his tail, his tone is not small..."

Before the words fell, his face suddenly changed.

"No, you are stalling for time."

He rushed out the door like lightning.

But the originally fragile wooden door was unimaginably tough. When he hit it with his palm, it was bounced back directly.

A layer of light black tough enchantment covers the entire casino in the middle.

The gamblers who were still here saw something bad and fled in all directions, but they were quickly blocked back.

"who are you?"

Qin Zhen looked alert.

"Hehehe...!"

With a sneer, the visitor took off the black hood. Under the dazzling light, he revealed a face with narrow eyes, thin cheeks, and a monster-like face.

Qin Zhen's pupils constricted.

"It's you?"

Recently, he has been investigating the Ni'er Society, and he has a deep understanding of the power that dominates the green forest outside the pass.

Like Xiling, the Ni'er Society started out as a tomb robber, and later became involved in the smuggling business, with great influence.

The forces in the meeting, in addition to the big leader, there are five great immortals, eighteen generals and other masters.

Zhang Wei, Liu Changfan, and Zhou Mingwei, who were almost beheaded by them before, were three of the eighteen generals.

(End of this chapter)