Destiny Villain: I can check the script of my life!

Su Changqing didn't plan to read any more, and instantly put "The Tyrant Sword" into his sleeves.

Three Jinyiwei wearing flying fish uniforms suddenly stepped forward. The leader, with eagle eyes and hooked nose, suddenly raised his eyebrows and noticed the Diamond Sutra.

"What do you have? Why is it golden?"

"Boy, did you find some secret book?" Several Jinyiwei came at the same time and stretched out their hands to snatch it.

Su Changqing closed the Diamond Sutra, looked at the other people, and said calmly: "Diamond Sutra, of course it is golden. I like to study Sanskrit and seal script since I was a child."

The other party was not a hundred households, and had no power of life and death. The hierarchy within the Jinyiwei was strict.

"Diamond Sutra?" The eagle hook man frowned slightly.

"Inside the Da Shang Arsenal, you can't make a move at will. Qinglong is watching there." The eagle hook man in the lead stopped them.

They looked at the gate, and Qinglong put down the book in his hand, looking at them with deep eyes and interest.

"This is from the centurion Chen Mo, who is about to break through the realm of true qi."

"Boy, hand over the Diamond Sutra quickly, otherwise, you will be asking for trouble."

Su Changqing hesitated for a moment, handed over the Prajna Diamond Sutra in his hand, and turned away.

"This kid can't help but be scared." The two Jinyiwei laughed out loud.

This is the armory, and no one is allowed to take action. If Su Changqing doesn't hand it over, they really can't do anything to him.

Chen Mo's eyes are satisfied, flipping through the Diamond Sutra in his hand, it is indeed yellow, golden book cover.

But when he opened it, the dense seal characters and Sanskrit inside immediately made his scalp numb, and he didn't even want to flip through it.

I can't understand it at all, what the hell is it.

"What the hell is this? Did I see it wrong?" Chen Mo threw the Diamond Sutra on the ground, frowning slightly.

After a moment, he suddenly raised his eyes and picked it up again.

He turned to the end of the Diamond Sutra and noticed the torn last page, which was empty.

"You bastard, you dare to play tricks on me. I heard that martial arts masters like to collect secret books. I'm afraid that boy has also encountered it. I don't know if it was Lord Qinglong who put it there."

At this moment, Su Changqing had already left them and came to Qinglong's side, looking for a suitable secret book.

"Boy, in addition to the Tyrant Sword, you have two more books to choose from."

This voice was a secret sound transmission. Su Changqing's heart moved, and he couldn't help but look at the gate, and saw the red-robed old man smiling.

"Is this a special treatment?" Su Changqing smiled. He chose not to take the Tyrant Sword directly, but to follow the script, and even had an extra opportunity.

Soon, in the arsenal, he selected two skills that he had taken a fancy to before.

One is the Four Seasons Cloud Falling Step, which leaves no trace on the snow, and the figure is ghostly. It blends with the four seasons and travels by borrowing objects. After practicing to perfection, you can travel a thousand miles a day.

This is the secret to escape.

The second is a close combat technique.

Jinyiwei, Dongchang, and Xichang all practiced the Eagle Claw Technique, which was vicious and murderous.

A few days ago, Su Changqing was killed by the Eagle Claw Technique.

Soon, he came to Qinglong, ready to register and take away the two secret books.

"Boy, you have an extraordinary appearance and good talent." Qinglong looked at Su Changqing with a smile.

Su Changqing was born with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a slender figure. If it weren't for the Jinyiwei skin on his body, I'm afraid that others would think he was a worldly nobleman.

The heavenly realm methods are all spiritual and will choose their own masters.

Since this Tyrant Sword fell into the hands of this kid, it can be seen that the two have a great fate. Even though Su Changqing was a chores disciple, Qinglong did not stop it.

"Is it from the senior?" Su Changqing hesitated for a moment and asked.

"It belongs to a friend of mine." Qinglong had a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and then shook his head gently.

In the distance, Chen Mo walked over quickly.

"Greetings to Qinglong." He bowed first, then looked at Su Changqing coldly with his eagle eyes.

"Boy, you have the guts to leave your name!"

"I'm a errand disciple, Li Kongxiang." Su Changqing said calmly.

"You dare to play tricks on me, you ant-like errand disciple!" Chen Mo sneered, "Just wait, I'll kill you like a dog!"

"Okay, I'll wait... Come early." Su Changqing turned and left.

"Brother, how about we go out and stop him?" Two younger brothers said.

"No need, I already know his name, choose the secret book first, once I break through the realm of true qi, I will be a real Jinyiwei centurion, I can hold the power of killing, it will be easy to kill him directly." Chen Mo said coldly.

He narrowed his eagle eyes slightly, with a hint of murderous intent.

"Lord Qinglong, we will take our leave."

Three days later, on the back mountain, the trees were lush, and the birds were chirping.

Su Changqing stood on the top of the mountain, his momentum bursting, holding a steel knife, an invisible blade light was condensing, breaking through the air, and cutting all the grass and trees.

This is the method of the supreme sword.

The blade light was cold and piercing.

Su Changqing's eyes were slightly condensed, and there was a trace of joy in his heart.

"It really deserves to be the supreme sword method, cultivating invisible sword energy. I have not yet broken through the realm of true energy, but I have the means to release true energy."

He practiced the sword for half a day and a night, breaking through the eighth level of body refining, and the sword energy on his body was condensed, hurting people invisibly.

Even if he goes back now, he can immediately enter the Jinyiwei selection and officially become a Jinyiwei, and no longer need to do chores.

The sun rose at the beginning of the day, the morning mist was filled, and Su Changqing walked down the mountain.

The sleeves fluttered, leaving no trace on the grass. He took a casual step, and his hand struck horizontally like a claw, leaving claw marks on a century-old tree.

"In a few days, it will be the Jinyiwei selection. Before that, I have to practice all three skills to a small success, and then become a real waist-embroidered spring sword and golden embroidered brocade clothes!"

Su Changqing's eyes condensed slightly, thinking silently in his heart.

"Before, Chen Mo was jealous, and there was also the Iron Claw Flying Eagle. If he came out and saw that I was not dead, he would definitely be confused."

Su Changqing took three pieces of enlightenment tea and broke through the seventh level of body refining.

But the current situation is still precarious, which still makes him feel a sense of urgency.

He ran straight down, and a palace suddenly fell in front of him.

This palace has been in disrepair for a long time, remote and cold, cold and lonely, no one cleans it, and there are even spider webs on the wall, which is even far worse than the Jinyiwei Palace.

This is the Great Shang Palace, a cold palace guarded by the eunuchs of the West Factory.

In a small courtyard, four Western Factory guards were stationed in scattered places, wearing a Qiaoshi crown and eunuch clothes.

"Take this little girl to the Jingyifang!"

With a voice, the door of the cold palace was opened, and the leading eunuch was in his thirties, with cold eyes and deep sunken eyes, and said coldly.

"Don't touch me..."

Two eunuchs dragged a crying little girl out.

The little girl was wearing coarse linen clothes, probably about twelve or thirteen years old, but she was delicate and beautiful, with skin as white as snow, but extremely watery, bright eyes and white teeth, and an unconcealable nobleness.

"My mother is dead, and you still want to throw me into the Jingyifang. If my father knows, he will definitely kill you all!"

The little girl angrily scolded all the eunuchs.

"Ji Xingyue, our family has no roots and no descendants, so why are there so many twists and turns?" Hearing this, the leader Li Yuanying sneered.

"Your mother is dead. Logically, as the daughter of an abandoned concubine, you should wait for the emperor's decision, but the queen is kind-hearted...Sending you to the Jingyifang, isn't that a way out for you?"

Hearing this, all the eunuchs smiled.

What is Jingyifang? It's where eunuchs wash clothes. How can a little girl end up there?

This is the queen's killer move, to cut the grass and root it out. Qingyun Guifei is dead, and Ji Xingyue must die too!

Ji Xingyue glanced at the door behind her, tears in her eyes, crystal clear, dim, lonely.

Her mother died there, but in just three days...she will also go to Jingyifang.

"Kneel down and beg us." Li Yuanying looked at Ji Xingyue and said with a hint of mockery.

"Can you bear it if I kneel down? Although I am not favored by my father, I am still a member of the Ji family."

The voice was a little childish, but it was decisive.

These eunuchs only dared to send her to the Jingyifang, but did not dare to touch her at all, leaving her for the queen to deal with.

Li Yuanying's face suddenly changed. He did not expect that a little girl would have such courage.

Su Changqing stood by the wall, hiding, and was silent for a moment.

Qingyun Wu Guifei was not favored by the emperor of the Shang Dynasty. Three years ago, she offended the current queen and was banished to the cold palace with a daughter. She was sick and died after struggling for three years.

Three days ago, when Su Changqing just crossed over, he applied straw chaff to his face, rolled up a mat, and hastily buried it in the back mountain.

The two factories in the east and west of the Shang Dynasty were both controlled by Cao Dudu, and their power was spread all over the world, not much less than Jinyiwei.

Jinyiwei could not enter the harem, after all, they were not cleansed.

"Three days ago, I just resurrected."

This little girl looked pitiful, but she had nothing to do with him. Saving her would bring trouble to him.

What's more, he was resurrected from the dead, what a wonderful thing?

The errand disciples around Su Changqing were alive only because he was still alive and lucky.

Only Iron Claw Flying Eagle knew that Su Changqing was truly resurrected from the dead!

This person not only had a life-and-death feud with Su Changqing, but also involved his deepest secrets.

Su Changqing certainly didn't want to get involved, so he turned around and left quietly.

Li Yuanying had amazing eyesight and was even more sensitive to the qi.

He suddenly looked into the distance, frowned slightly, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

"You three go and have a look, it may be a hidden man of the Jinyiwei. If it is, kill him on the spot!"

Jinyiwei and the West Factory and the East Factory have never dealt with each other, so kill one if you can!

Three young eunuchs came quickly, holding steel knives, and Su Changqing's figure quickly fled and disappeared around the corner.

"Chase!" The three looked at each other and killed at the same time.

Su Changqing's eyes condensed slightly.

He came to this bloody world, and an ordinary errand disciple was killed by the iron claw flying eagle casually because he didn't sweep the floor cleanly.

Now he just passed by, and he didn't even show his face or say a word, but someone wanted to kill him!

In this court and the rivers and lakes that treat human life as worthless.

Either he died in the Jinyiwei or died in the hands of the East and West Factories. In this case, then kill!

He had just cultivated the Tyrant Sword and happened to come to try the sword. None of these people would be spared.

Su Changqing took a few deep breaths, hid his body in the corner, pressed tightly against the wall, and held the steel knife in his hand.

"Where did the errand boy of the Jinyiwei go?"

The three people came to the corner with frowns, without hesitation. After all, Su Changqing's performance showed that he was a young boy, a errand disciple of the Jinyiwei.

The three of them were also errands, with the sixth level of body training.

Su Changqing adjusted his position and held the long sword horizontally in his hand. Then his eyes were sharp and cold, and he stepped out from the corner, facing the three people.

The long sword in his hand clanged and emitted a bone-chilling cold light.

The Tyrant Sword!

A sweep of the sword cuts through the sky!

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