I am cultivating immortals in the martial arts world

Chapter 200 Closing
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While Zhao Ji was being beaten, a series of pleasant voices sounded in Lin Dong's mind.

Of course he was ashamed.

After all, Shenzong treated him well back then, and Zhezong treated him like a father and brother... This is what he learned from Zhuge Zhengwo later.

In this way, Zhao Ji is still his junior.

But ah, this junior is really a bit incompetent, and Lin Dong is too embarrassed to start, and it is a problem if he starts too hard, so he might as well follow the original book.

What's more, when seeing a junior who can't keep the family business, the elders will not be very happy.

No?
If you calculate it in detail, excluding the ongoing water mooring Liangshan, Zhao Ji led to 27 rebellions in just a few years after he came to power.

Fourteen of them were suppressed, and the rest are still in progress.

The eyes of the people are discerning.

If Zhao Ji can't do it, he can't do it, and if he's bad, he's bad.

If he could have a little bit of hard work like Chongzhen, there would be a high probability that there would not be so many rebels in the world.

What's more, he is not just not hardworking.

In a sense, Zhao Ji oppressed countless people for no reason for enjoyment.

It can almost be said that these people are able to become rebels, thanks to him.

Therefore, the beating that Zhao Ji suffered today can be called justice from heaven.

……

"If you want to deduce the art of controlling the sword on the basis of the art of imperial objects, the five elements, and the sword of killing the way, it is still a lot worse..."

After a little calculation in his mind, Lin Dong shook his head and reported to Tang Baoniu below: "Xiao Tang, it's time to go. If you don't go, I'm afraid you won't be able to go."

"what?"

At the scene, Tang Baoniu was venting his grievances. When he heard this sentence, he quickly raised his head and looked around. He didn't find Lin Dong, and said in a low voice, "You, what do you mean...?"

He didn't think the voice he heard was hallucination.

"Go east, don't look back, keep going out of the city, wait for the poor for three days, and after three days, you can still enter Bianliang City swaggeringly."

Lin Dong, who was sitting on the eaves, did not send a message immediately. After carefully identifying the people rushing to help from all directions, he gave a response.

"gone!"

Tang Baoniu kicked Zhao Ji who was lying on the ground viciously, pulled up Fang Henshao who was still punching and kicking Cai Jing, and said, "Don't ask why, just run away."

"Oh oh oh..."

"wait for me!"

"What are you doing?"

Fang Henshao didn't answer, and broke free from Tang Baoniu's shackles, squatted down and gave Cai Jing two big-eared melon seeds, then smiled and said: "It's ready now."

This brother can do it.

Tang Baoniu's eyes widened.

He always thought that he was brave enough, even Fang Henshao, who could chat with him, was a little short.

Just like when he proposed to beat up the emperor, Fang Henshao felt a little uneasy.

But now he suddenly came back to his senses.

Was Fang Hen Shao really anxious at that time?
Pooh!
That's because of the excitement!
"Escort, escort!"

Before he could think too much, the soldiers rushing to help had already arrived. Tang Baoniu quickly let go of his thoughts, and after finding the direction, he ran over with Fang Henshao in no time.

The two of them ran away, but the two on the ground didn't stand up for a long time.

Zhao Ji's face was covered with bruises, and his eyes turned into pandas.

It was even worse for Cai Jing, this powerful Xiangye seemed to be a little demented at the moment, with a stream of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, he was muttering something.

If you get closer, you can hear what he said...

"Don't let me catch you. If I catch you, I'll kill you once..."

"Prince Prime Minister has never suffered such a great humiliation since he was a child!"

"You are finished, you are absolutely finished!"

He does.

On the other side, Zhao Ji's condition is even worse.

I saw that this emperor, who had changed into a scholar's robe, had a crooked mouth and squinted eyes, with a few tears of grievance hanging from the corners of his eyes, like a child who was bullied.

When the rescue arrived, they looked at the scene in front of them, and they were so frightened that they rushed up from the soles of their feet.

You know, the ancient emperors represented great authority.

Build graves for them, to die.

Listen to them say a few more words, you will die.

To see them embarrassing, to die.

If you encounter them, you will be in a bad mood, and you will die.

Witnessing with my own eyes that they came out after only half a quarter of an hour in a certain concubine's bedroom, they were going to die.

To see them in poor condition, to die.

To see their robes disheveled, to die.

……

To sum up, those who work with the emperor basically don't have much to get a good end.

Most of them died, and a few survived only because of good luck.

The imperial army is not afraid, after all, they do not participate in these.

But the problem is that the emperor's tolerance for them is lower than that of the harem eunuchs and court ladies!

After all, those people can take away all the secrets as long as they make a list before they die.

What about these forbidden troops?
What if I go out and talk nonsense?
Therefore, when these guys saw certain secrets, they were usually silenced on the spot.

This secret is an important way to hide from word of mouth.

The guards trembled with fear.

However, they were smart enough. After thinking about it, they turned around in time and silently waited for the emperor to recover.

Even, their complexions didn't change much.

Just by looking at it from the face, it is absolutely impossible to find that it is the person who spread the gossip.

……

"It's time for me to play!"

on the eaves.

Lin Dong put away the gloating look on his face, turned over and came to the middle of the road.

"Hey."

"Pindao is still too late."

A long sigh came out of his mouth, combined with his compassionate expression, people subconsciously had an idea to find out.

"The Immortal Master!"

Zhao Ji finally came back to his senses, looking at Lin Dong who was walking slowly, he wanted to cry without tears: "You, did you expect this scene long ago?"

"Yes."

Lin Dong waved his hand, signaling the imperial guards in front to get out of the way, and then came to Zhao Ji without hesitation, took a deep look at the scars on his face, shook his head and said: "But it's a pity, the poor are still coming It's too late, and I've surprised you, the official."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm already very happy that the immortal master can come."

Zhao Ji quickly made an expression that it was not a big deal, and said sincerely: "I heard that the immortal master's alchemy is very good, and he can easily restore a seriously injured and dying person. The scars on my face..."

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

Lin Dong was taken aback, shook his head again and again, pretended to count with his fingers, and said with a wry smile: "This matter has been settled, and... if the pindao is not wrong, His Majesty still has a lot to kill!"

"what?"

Out of trust in Lin Dong, Zhao Ji immediately turned pale with fright, stood up while slapping his buttocks, and asked nervously: "Is there still a murder? Can the immortal master tell me the details!"

"This is the case..."

Lin Dong raised his head, stared at the starry sky, and said with a serious face: "A few days ago, the poor Taoist sensed that Ziwei Emperor's star was indefinite, and knew that the emperor in the world would be killed, but this matter seemed to be ruled by the royal family. Due to luck, there is still a lot of room for maneuver..."

(End of this chapter)