Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Residential houses.

Du Manzhi put down the story copied by Qing Zhusheng and looked around the house inside and outside, including the cellar. There was no one else, and there wasn't much dry food here. It didn't look like a permanent place.

Qing Zhusheng only took her with him throughout the whole process and did not contact any of his subordinates. It seemed that he did not attack Liu Yan.

She clearly remembered what Qingzhusheng said at that time:

If you don't fall, how can I lure that dead eunuch out?

Du Manzhi was almost amused by him.

Why does he think that catching her will lead to Nine Thousand Years Old?

She didn't think she had such a great reputation.

I don’t know where the gossip came from. It’s so fake, but some people actually believe it.

She found a story book bound in a volume on the desk on the second floor, which should be the complete story.

But the content is very unclear and there are a lot of typos.

There is a bookstore mark on the side of the bound volume. This is a binding and mounting service.

Coincidentally, she had seen this bookstore before, on the street where the clothing store was.

In fact, Du Manzhi was already calculating the value of Qing Zhusheng when he was eating melons and watching a play at Cheng'en Gong's Mansion.

Later in the plot, Daqian will fall into war.

There are conflicts in the north, southwest and east China sea. The west side has blocked trade routes due to civil strife, swallowed up a large amount of supplies, and also made enemies.

If this Qingzhusheng comes from the royal family of the Western Regions, as the rumors say, he may be able to familiarize himself with the situation in the northwest in advance and, if necessary, make a profit from them.

There was a shortage of silver, and goods such as silk, tea, and porcelain were usually overstocked. The emperor could be persuaded to open an overland Silk Road and pour in foreign money.

This is a large-scale transaction that requires the use of a lot of manpower and requires the backing of a country. She cannot do it alone, but once it is facilitated, it will be a huge achievement.

To whom should this credit be given and who will benefit the most?

The first person Du Manzhi thought of was the Third Princess.

It's a pity that the third princess is still young, and the good opportunity to earn credit is unlikely to fall on a child.

No no... She patted her head. She thought too early.

She hasn't fully understood what kind of person Qing Zhusheng is.

Whether it can be used is another matter later.

After pinching the storybook, Du Manzhi happened to be going to the clothing store to see if Liu Yan was still there. Then he stopped by the study to ask about Qing Zhusheng.

She was so focused on her thoughts that she didn't notice that a small piece of fabric had been cut off from the skirt behind her.

……

royal palace.

Shortly after Jiu Qiansui left, Song Shoufu could not withstand the emperor's low pressure and voluntarily resigned.

There was silence all around.

The emperor looked gloomily and called down a secret guard from the beam.

"Chang Qi has been very restless these past few months, pressing harder and harder. Could it be that I really pushed him..." He murmured.

This secret guard was founded when the founding monarch was still alive. Up to now, it is basically the second or even third generation of people.

The man in front of him is the new leader of the secret guards.

The whole body was wrapped in a special material tights, and a pair of eyes lacking warmth were exposed above the mysterious black mask.

"Your Majesty, according to your instructions, I conducted a continuous investigation at Chang Qi's birthplace and visited hundreds of homes. No one questioned his origin. I asked them to identify the portrait. Nothing was abnormal."

Sometimes, no exception is the biggest exception.

The emperor frowned instantly.

The leader of the secret guard stated his conclusion: "If Chang Qi was not born into an ordinary family, there must be a force behind him working for him. Only in this way can he fabricate so many personal and material evidences. Your Majesty, you must be careful!"

The emperor sneered.

"Defense, please tell me, how should I guard against him? It's just that I misjudged him back then, thinking he was a wise man who recognized talents, but in the end, he was promoted to a white-eyed wolf!"

Chang Qi is equivalent to the sword he polished with his own hands after choosing the sword embryo.

Wherever the tip of the sword points, all evil will be punished.

He thought that they would be a good pair of monarchs and ministers who would leave their names in history.

But since when did he lose his will and the sword also changed.

It becomes a double-edged sword that will drink blood when it is unsheathed.

If you don't move, leave it alone. If you move, you will hurt others and yourself!

The leader of the secret guard knelt down and swore to protect him.

The emperor had heard this kind of words many times, and he didn't appreciate it very much, so he let out a long "Oh".

"How does your kung fu compare with the Yuanyang Sword that is widely rumored in the world?"

The leader of the secret guard was silent for a while, then said harshly: "It's better."

"I heard that Yuanyang Dao and Chang Qi have always had a grudge. Yuanyang Dao, known as the Grand Thief, always hijacks official cars to help the people, and seven or eight times out of ten he attacks Chang Qi's things. These Do you know what happened?"

"This subordinate has had an encounter with Yuanyang Dao before."

"how?"

"His martial arts skills are extremely high without showing his true appearance."

"But this Yuanyang Sword, which has extremely high martial arts, has fought countless times with Chang Qi, but no one can kill anyone. I have repeatedly recruited privately, but I still can't find a hero who is willing to get rid of Chang Qi for me. It's a pity, it's hateful. !”

Yes, he wanted to kill Chang Qi.

This thought often came up at night and fought with his reason.

The more entangled it is, the stronger it becomes.

Initially what he wanted was a sharp and easy-to-use knife.

Now, he is older, his hand hurts, and he just wants to change it.

Even if it's not that sharp, as long as it's obedient and can be used, that's enough.

Thinking back to all the troubles in the past few years, the man's internal organs ached with pain, as if he was drunk, his whole body felt hot, and his head felt tight with pain.

He punched the table with a ferocious expression.

"You haven't seen the look in his eyes. I often feel... that he wants to kill me!"

Everyone who threatens him must die!

The leader of the secret guard hesitated slightly and took out a sealed porcelain bottle from his arms. There was a buzzing sound inside.

"My subordinate got a strange poison from the black market. No matter what kind of skills the opponent practices or how deep his internal strength is, as long as he is poisoned by this poison, his internal organs will begin to melt until the organs fail, and the person will be alive. It hurts like hell.”

The emperor was shocked, opened the curtain and came out, and asked in surprise: "Seriously?"

"It's just... the use of this Gu is very sinister."

"Tell me in detail!"

"Yes, this Gu insect must be raised with human blood until its body is golden. At this time, it means it is mature. The person who provides the blood must think about the enemy's face in his heart. The Gu insect responds and half the work is done.

"Then we have to find a way to let the Gu worms get into the enemy's wounds. As long as the Gu worms merge with that person's blood, Your Majesty can wait for good news."

I thought it would be difficult, but it turns out that it only requires human blood. There are nearly ten thousand maids and eunuchs serving people in the palace. Just one of them should be enough to feed this insect.

The emperor raised the bottle, shook it, and said disapprovingly: "Such a small vessel can hold that insect. Even if it is raised until it matures, how much blood can be used?"

The leader of the secret guard buried his head: "It is said that someone drained all the blood from his twelve-year-old daughter... and did not raise her."

"..."

The emperor pondered: "What is the importance of the person who provides blood?"

"The voodoo seller said that bloodletting yourself is the safest, followed by blood relatives. Once the voodoo worm eats, it will recognize the smell of that person and cannot change it again. If there is not enough blood during this period, the voodoo worm will starve to death."

The emperor thought for a while and suddenly asked:

"Donggong, how are you doing lately?"

……

Jiu Qiansui was not in the palace when that secret conversation took place.

He left the Chengen Palace.

Suddenly, a beggar on the side of the road bravely came over and gave him a letter.

There are two knives drawn on the envelope, one long and one short.

His eyebrows jumped.

Yuanyang Knife!

This is his fabricated identity.

In the name of robbing the rich and giving to the poor, he can transfer the property he prepared in advance, not just to the poor.

Most of them were moved to the northwest and southeast coasts and given to a few generals with whom they had friendship as military expenses.

The so-called chases, fights, regardless of strength... are all staged.

However, the envelope with the mandarin duck knife on it came to him.

Apparently someone found out the trick and determined that he and Yuanyang Dao were the same person.

who is it?

He used his inner strength to open the envelope, and before the letter fell to the ground, he had enough eyesight to take a look.

It's a letter of challenge.

The crooked handwriting indicated the location.

Along with the paper, there was a piece of pink and white clothing that looked familiar.

Where have you seen it?

He closed his eyes slightly and thought.

When he opened his eyes again, his murderous aura surged.

This trip is a must.

……

Du Manzhi saw Liu Yan standing in front of the clothing store from a distance, still wearing the conspicuous brocade guard uniform, holding a signal tube in both hands and about to launch it into the sky.

"Sister Liu!"

"Where have you been? I searched the whole street and didn't see you." Liu Yan jumped up to her side and checked her up and down. It's okay.

Suddenly, she asked doubtfully: "Who cut off a piece of your skirt?"

The owner of the clothing store became anxious when he heard this: "Is he from our store?"

Du Manzhi stretched his head and looked back.

"It doesn't look like it was cut. I was awake the whole time and didn't hear anything... Shopkeeper, stop yelling. It's my own clothes that are torn."

Before she could change, Qing Zhusheng appeared.

The dress from the clothing store was held in her arms.

She went into the fitting room and put on a new dress and paid the bill. The two of them lay under the tree and studied for a while before coming to a conclusion.

Someone used potion to drip a circle on the hem of her skirt.

The potion dissolves the fabric, and the cloth can be torn away with a gentle tug, silently and certainly without attracting attention.

"Qingzhusheng..." Liu Yan thought about what had happened, and his plain and pretty face was as cold as nine cold days, "I will castrate this lewd thief!"

Du Manzhi scratched his head in embarrassment: "Don't get excited, Sister Liu, he didn't take advantage of me, he behaved well."

In modern terms, it's probably a gentleman's hand.

It was a good thing she didn't mention this. Liu Yan thought that only five meters away from her, the fellow villager he had just met was actually kidnapped and carried away!

Du Manzhi was really afraid that her blood vessels would burst, so he pulled her towards the bookstore.

The reason is to collect clues and find out when a certain kidnapper may show up next time.

When the bookstore owner heard their description, he smiled and said: "So it's him you are looking for, that young man, I do remember it."

Taking the bound book Du Manzhi brought, the boss flipped through a few pages.

"That's right, it's him."

He pointed to a bunch of ghostly symbols on the title page: "Look, this is his nickname. In order to get a good name, he pestered me for three days."

The two looked at each other.

"Can't recognize it."

"Me too."

The boss laughed loudly and pointed at the words to identify them one by one: "green, bamboo, book, student."

The alias mentioned here is equivalent to the pen name of later generations. It is often signed by literati and writers on their articles, novels, calligraphy and paintings, such as Mr. Wuliu, the owner of Taohua Temple, and Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng who wrote The Golden Lotus.

"But, this scholar who can't even write clearly, I've only seen him in my entire life." The bookstore owner shook his head, "I've read every one of the storybooks he compiled, and I haven't confiscated any of them. "

If you accept it, you will be throwing it into your own hands.

The one that most favors the boss is the one in Du Manzhi's hand, which is a copy of a yellow book written by Qing Zhusheng. If he corrects the problem of missing strokes, he might be able to sell it.

"..."

Du Manzhi was greatly shocked.

First, she learned that the ancients also read this kind of book and loved it. The boss said that some people came to buy it under the pretense of reading, and took it away with them in serious books - they especially liked to buy the illustrated version.

Secondly, how did Qingzhusheng, a handsome young man with a low-key, luxurious and exotic style, end up plagiarizing from Little Porn Book and still being rejected?

Haven't seen you for a while, why are you so embarrassed?

Liu Yan held the Xiuchun knife tightly, as if he would chop him into eight pieces and feed them to the dogs as soon as the opponent appeared.

"The fight started, the fight started again!"

There were many people on both sides of the road running excitedly in one direction.

"What are you doing?" Du Manzhi asked one of them.

"There's a fight ahead. The lady from General Yangwu's residence is here again, and the old drunkard is being beaten!"

The man was talking, standing on tiptoes from time to time, staring straight over there.

Liu Yan said: "General Yangwu is Liu Kai."

The little girl they saw through the window at the chrysanthemum viewing banquet, Miss Yan's best friend who dreamed of running away with the scholar, was Liu Kai's daughter.

That side is in the direction of Duke Chengen's Mansion.

It was probably after the banquet that Miss Liu went out and passed by this street, where she had a conflict with a drunkard.

Liu Yan glanced at the bookstore's sign: "I guess she came here deliberately to meet her lover."

The little thoughts during the secret love period are nothing more than that.

"Go and have a look."

I saw a little girl of thirteen or fourteen holding a meter-long wine flag high, rolled it up casually, and hit the wretched old man rolling on the ground with the momentum of a mountain.

"I don't dare anymore, Heroine, spare your life, spare your life!"

Liu Kai's daughter snorted heavily: "I believed you once, twice and a third time. Even if you don't know what a promise means, you should at least have heard of it. I can't tolerate you today!"

Liquor flag hunting, the warm background made the little girl's bun face look even more rosy.

Even though she was wearing layers of brocade clothes and skirts, with a shawl draped over her arms, which occasionally hindered her performance, she stood in the sun and still looked like a young general about to go on an expedition.

"Good! Well played!"

A harsh sob was mixed in with the cheers of the people: "Stop fighting... Please let my father go. No matter how bad he is, after all, he is my biological father. I can't be unfilial..."

Everyone looked at the tavern, where a girl with disheveled hair and messy thin shirt was crying and covering her face. She was pulling her clothes with her other hand in an effort to cover her body.

But the fabric used to make the clothes is really poor.

When she moved, her waist split open.

From all directions, countless malicious eyes were attached to him.