I have become a treasure that everyone is looking for [Quick Transmigration]

Hearing the sound, the maid hurriedly fetched clothes and put them on him.

Almost all of them are sent by Zhou Fanglan, and they also know their mission - to monitor the real son's every move, and to climb into bed by the way, which can seduce him fascinated, and it is best to indulge in beauty.

But this real child is not something they can hook at all, and no matter their inferior wrists are like a bad puppet show in this real child's eyes, even with that face, they can't compare with the real child himself.

It's enough to be beaten and tidied up, and now the false prince is dead, and their lives are tied to the real prince, so they dare not act rashly, so naturally they carefully serve this golden and precious master, lest he have any accidents.

Peach petals swirled and landed on the tip of his nose, Cheng Xiezhi's face was almost translucent.The rejection of the world made him suffer intensely every moment. In such pain from body to soul, he inevitably became a little lazy and stayed in the mansion all day long.

The prince and concubine lost a child suddenly, and learned about the other side of this child that had never been shown in front of them. She always felt that Zhou Fanglan might have known her own life experience, so she was guarding against them. His death was not so sad, and at the same time, they felt that they were really guilty of the real son, and they always used various reasons to call Cheng Xiezhi to return to the palace to get along with them every day.

Cheng Xiezhi was too lazy to take care of these things.

He closed his eyes lightly, deciding on the next name in his mind.

Although Zhou Fanglan is cruel, but compared to his childhood sweetheart, the current prime minister is still nothing compared to the big witch.At the beginning, the fake son just wanted to use the prime minister's hand to get rid of the real son, but the prime minister directly killed the whole village to silence him.

He rested his chin with great interest and thought, what would happen to a man like the Prime Minister who is as hard-hearted as an iron, if he encounters a ghost who wants his life?

The people in the village died innocently, full of resentment, and refused to enter the underworld. They kept wandering around the place where they died, but they couldn't leave the village to seek revenge for the culprit.

But it doesn't matter, although the wronged soul can't leave, he can send the Prime Minister there.

……

The stars and the moon hang low in the sky, and there is silence all around, except for the occasional chirping of weavers in the woods.The prime minister stood on the muddy and soft ground, frowning.

Are you dreaming?A quarter of an hour ago he was still on his bed.

A hand quietly poked out from the dirt and grabbed the prime minister's calf.

The cold and sticky feeling passed through the fabric, the prime minister subconsciously lowered his head, only to see a bony hand grabbing his feet and imprisoning him tightly in place.

The weaver girl's cry stopped suddenly, and the wind passed through the dark woods, mixed with a low, plaintive whimper.

The surrounding scene changed suddenly, and the prime minister had no time to blink, so he was in the village. The low houses were lined up in a row, and the sound of crying and fleeing could be heard endlessly. There were fires burning all around, and groups of men in black were shooting down with knives in the night.

The prime minister knew these people.

These are the men he sent to slaughter the village.

Their faces were ferocious, and their expressions were distorted in the firelight. Like a series of shriveled shadows, they swam up to the prime minister, and then grinned.

The machete grazed the prime minister's neck.

Severe pain was intertwined with flying blood, and the sound of bones hitting the blade was dull.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

He knew he was killed.

His body was trampled on by the murderous executioner, his five fingers were crushed ruthlessly under his feet, and his head lay on the ground.

It was excruciating.

It turns out that death is such a painful thing.

The prime minister's consciousness disappeared, and when he regained consciousness, he found that he was still in the forest at the beginning.The dark clouds in the sky parted, and through the moonlight, he could clearly see the scarlet ground he was stepping on. Blood came out from the cracks, corroding the prime minister's clothes and skin.

No wonder the ground is so squishy.

It was the blood spurted by the dead in the village.

The resentful whispers of those unwilling to die poured into the prime minister's ears from the ground. The prime minister frowned. He hadn't recovered from the death scene just now. The next moment, he returned to the village scene he had just experienced. .

The sharp blade slashed at his neck again.

……

The pain of death is repeated over and over again.

The willpower that the prime minister was proud of also lost its effect in the face of extreme pain. He knelt down and begged for mercy in pain.

The blade stained with hot blood pierced his heart again.

"call--"

The prime minister sat up suddenly, and found that he was still in the mansion. Those death scenes that were repeated over and over again were just a nightmare last night, except for the feeling that it was too real.

He soon lost his mind.

What can a group of ants who are not worthy of death do to him?

But he didn't expect that this night was just the beginning, and every night since then, when he fell asleep, he would suffer from the process of being killed continuously, and the pain followed him like a shadow.Every night is 130 deaths - because that's how many people in that village he ordered to kill.

The nightmare had greatly devastated his spirit, coupled with the busy government affairs, the prime minister didn't even have time to think about avenging his beloved.

In less than half a month, the prime minister's temper became more and more irritable, and even killed several people who worked for him, which made all his subordinates panic.

The prime minister began to try to give up sleep, but unfortunately it was a futile struggle.His eyes were bloodshot, and he was tired and embarrassed.

"When will the people from Xianmen arrive?"

He decided that he had been plotted against, as long as the people from Xianmen took action, his problem would be solved.

When the time comes, he will kill those who plotted against him!

As for the ghost's death, the prime minister sneered disdainfully with his bloodshot eyes.He has killed so many people, is he still afraid of the revenge of a group of mountain peasants?

The Taoist Lord called Xianmen sent these ghosts into hell and they would never stand up again!How dare you take revenge on him!

Before the prime minister invited an expert to suppress the ghost, he still had to endure the pain of being killed over and over again day and night, even though his will was far stronger than ordinary people, and his heart was colder than most people, but under such direct pressure Under the pain of the soul, he was still overwhelmed and almost collapsed.

Rumors spread vaguely from the prime minister's mansion that the prime minister was crazy.

Within a few days, rumors spread everywhere in the streets and alleys. Some people even said that the prime minister and the fake heir Zhou Fanglan had exchanged secrets in secret. Zhou Fanglan died, and the prime minister couldn't bear the blow, so he went crazy.There is also a saying that after Zhou Fanglan died, he became a ghost and wanted to drag the prime minister down to be his companion, so the prime minister was frightened crazy.

After hearing these rumors, the prime minister angrily smashed the white porcelain flowers in his hand.

"The truth is not crazy! The tricksters are talking nonsense!"

Too bad no one believed him anymore.

He was deprived of the position of prime minister by the emperor's decree, ordered to recuperate well in the mansion, and sent guards to closely monitor him to prevent him from escaping, to confirm the fact that he was crazy.When the prime minister's subordinates, colleagues, and relatives saw his appearance, they all firmly believed that the prime minister was crazy, and shook their heads and sighed.

The villagers who were killed by him clung to him like a gangrene all the time. They ate his flesh, drank his blood, sucked his bone marrow, and let him die in a long torture.More people who were killed by him seemed to appear in front of his eyes. They swarmed up and dragged the prime minister into the frying pan hell.

And the Taoist Lord of the Immortal Sect, whom the prime minister was thinking of, would not come to save a lunatic.

Every moment in this world from now on, he will pay for the bloody revenge he committed, and he will continue to experience the pain that the people he killed have suffered.

Until the end, he couldn't figure out why a few ants-like idiots would harm him like this!

……

Cheng Xiezhi didn't know what happened to the Prime Minister after that, he only brought people in front of innocent souls who died tragically, and it had nothing to do with him as to what happened later.

However, judging from the world's increased rejection of him, the prime minister's fate may not be very good.

He inserted a newly-folded peach blossom into the offering bottle, and the slightly pale lip color made him feel a little more fragile, like a peach blossom whose branches were in full bloom and began to wither and fade.

People from Xianmen will come to the world soon, and this time it is people from Yuan Huazong.

After the last communication with Makoto, Cheng Xiezhi had been vaguely feeling that something was wrong, and he hadn't contacted him since then.Now people from Xianmen are coming soon, Cheng Xiezhi is not sure whether Shen Hanlang will be among them.

He couldn't tell what the other person was thinking.

Sometimes the other party looks at him with indifferent eyes, sometimes it seems to hide infinite tenderness, wishing to hold everything in the world in front of his eyes, more often Shen Hanlang's eyes are suppressed, as long as there is a little stimulation, it will completely collapse, and then destroy everything.

very strange people.

Since Cheng Xiezhi was born, he had not been in contact with many people, so that he couldn't accurately judge whether Shen Hanlang's character conformed to the capriciousness of human beings, or whether he was defined as a "monster" on a certain level just like himself.

Things that cannot be controlled, either stay away or be destroyed.

Cheng Xiezhi blinked, and thought: the problem he wanted to try has already come to fruition, it's time to leave here.

However, fate always likes to make unexpected jokes, making the proud ones realize that everything is not always under control.

Just like Cheng Xiezhi, he only realized later that the mansion he was sitting in had been under a layer of restriction, which was only for him alone.

Ban didn't want to hurt him, but just sent Cheng Xiezhi back to his room gently and without rejection when he was about to step out of the mansion.

You don't need to think too much, you know who made the ban.

Other people in the mansion came in and out as usual, and these ordinary people did not notice a pale golden streamer above the mansion at all.Only Cheng Xiezhi tried various methods but was unable to break through the restriction and leave.

"..."

He laughed angrily.

This is not only the huge disparity in Shen Hanlang's ability to show him, but also Shen Hanlang's revenge for him escaping from the Yuan Huazong formation.

The same prohibition, he can never escape the second time.

Shen Hanlang told him in this way.

……

Cheng Xiezhi didn't like to do useless work, since he couldn't leave for the time being, he accepted it calmly.While studying various methods of breaking the prohibitions passed down from ancient times to the present, he continued to practice swordsmanship hard, waiting for Shen Hanlang to come to his door.

He thought, when Shen Hanlang figured out how to deal with him, he would show up.

For cats that do not obey orders and run away, the owner will not give too much indulgence.After all, he could easily change to another more obedient cat.

Will Shen Hanlang be angry or laughable at this one that defies him?

This is the feeling of powerlessness brought about by the disparity in the power of mastery.Cheng Xiezhi has never been so deeply aware of the sadness that fate cannot be controlled by himself.

He wants more power.

—even if obtained by disgraceful and base means.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, planting seeds, waiting for the moment to sprout.

Cheng Xiezhi kept wiping the sharp edge of his sword, waiting for Shen Hanlang to show up.

He thought that the atmosphere would be tense and stalemate, but Shen Hanlang's attitude was unexpectedly gentle, as if Cheng Xiezhi's escape had never caused his fury at Yuanhuazong, and it just rightly eased the stiff atmosphere.

Even Cheng Xiezhi couldn't help but soften his attitude a little in front of him, his cold and tense expression was almost imperceptibly relaxed, and he even restrained his thoughts of how to kill Shen Hanlang a little bit.

Shen Hanlang cut off his fate many years ago and stepped into the fairyland. Since then, he has never stepped into this bustling world. Cheng Xiezhi has made an exception to this day.

He pretended not to notice the wariness in the young man's eyes, just like brushing away the peach blossoms that fell on the ends of his hair when he was with Xibi Mountain, and caressing the tips of his white ears with his fingertips, countless small nerves piled up to create a trembling touch , stay at your fingertips.

Shen Hanlang withdrew his hands calmly, his tone was gentle as usual.

"When you've had enough fun, it's time to go home."

Cheng Xiezhi blinked his eyes lightly and looked at Shen Hanlang, the world-renowned head of the Immortal Gate and No.1 under the Dao of Heaven, with helplessly and conniving lowered eyes, it seemed that Cheng Xiezhi would not do anything out of the ordinary Angry and fussy.

However, Cheng Xiezhi would never forget that he locked himself in the mansion with the restraint.

He sneered secretly in his heart: put it here for dog training.

After carefully measuring the strength gap between himself and Shen Hanlang, and confirming that he has no chance of winning, Cheng Xiezhi regretfully put away his plan to confront Shen Hanlang head-on.

Gently stroking the cold sword edge under the hanging sleeves with his fingertips, Cheng Xiezhi raised his eyebrows and smiled gently: "Okay."

Neither of them mentioned the "prohibition".

Before returning to Qibi Mountain, Cheng Xiezhi made another trip to Luoyue City to meet Makoto, intending to return his identity to this poor man.

But Zhen Shizi rejected the easy-to-get glory and wealth. He planned to return to the village to build a monument for all the dead after he recovered from his injuries, so that they would not be homeless after death.

"I was just a villager in the mountains. It might be nice to be an emperor or a prince, but it's not what I want."

Maseko said.

Cheng Xiezhi couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, Shen Hanlang stood not far behind him and stared at him quietly, thoughtful.

Why aren't you smiling at me?

Why do insignificant people catch your attention?

Shen Hanlang's eyes darkened.

……

The scenery of Qibi Mountain is as beautiful as when we left. The peach blossoms are scorching, the vegetation never withers all year round, the clouds and mist are shrouded in mist and haze, covering the peaks like gauze, birds hovering over the abyss, and their gorgeous tail feathers draw a long streamer across the sky.

Quiet and comfortable.

Shen Hanlang did not aggravate the various restrictions on Qibi Mountain, he was confident that the movement of every plant and tree on Qibi Mountain could not escape his eyes.The vague estrangement brought about by the Yuan Huazong incident seems to have been forgotten with the passage of time. The relationship between the two is the same as before. In addition to his studies, he is also more enthusiastic about studying various ancient scrolls in Zangshu Pavilion.

No one wants to be treated as a pet forever.

Cheng Xiezhi desperately needs to gain powerful strength to break free from the fate of being controlled by Shen Hanlang.

Just learning swordsmanship is not enough.

There are always many unknown secrets hidden in ancient books. Whether it is evil means of plundering or fallen demons that cultivators despise, Cheng Xiezhi is willing to give it a try as long as he can gain power quickly.

He was an unscrupulous person.

It's a pity that these shortcuts either have no place to implement or the efficiency is far from what he wants.

In the end, Cheng Xiezhi had no choice but to pull out the volume of the ancient book Secret Art that was discovered first, and he had thrown it aside early after a glance.

What is recorded in the ancient books is an ancient method of double cultivation.

As long as the Taoist companion is strong enough, it is not a problem to reach the sky in one step.

The conditions required by the secret method can be easily met by Chengxie City in a sense.

only……

The bamboo slips were spread out on his lap, and the ancient seal script characters were densely arranged. Cheng Xiezhi gently stroked the edges of the bamboo slips with his fingertips, wondering whether to adopt this method with rare hesitation.

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