The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

Yang Wentuo was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Wanqing's mournful face turned pale in an instant, and she begged sadly: "This sword wound tortured me day and night, the pain was so painful that I couldn't wish to live, and I still hope that Taoist Lord will save me."

Chi Si threw her a pill: "You try this first."

He has never cast spells before, and he only found out about this situation today, and he doesn't know how to solve it at this time.

Zhao Wanqing applied medicine on the wound, but it didn't work.

The cultivation base and vitality are still slowly draining from the wound, and it seems that the three souls and seven souls are gradually flowing out of the body along with the black mist.

"I can't help it either." Chi Si spread out his hands, and his tone was lazily smug.

"In this way, you find a place to recuperate first, and I will save you after I know how to treat it."

For now, that's the only way to go.

Zhao Wanqing pear blossoms brought rain, sobbed and saluted, but left helplessly.

When he left, he knocked down the grass and trees all over the mountain.The mountains and rocks were messy, and the verdant mountain was destroyed by the giant python in a mess, leaving behind the remnants of the giant python's body dragging around.

Shouldn't she be taught not to walk in her original form so easily?Don't make such a violent movement.

The four found the horse that had fled before on the edge of the mountain road in the distance.The giant python left, and they were no longer frightened.

A group of people went down the mountain and returned to the main road again. This place is already on the border of Jingzhou, and they will be able to return to the capital soon.

Yang Huiyu's words were playful, and Chao Chi sneered: "The national teacher is indeed profound, which opened my eyes."

Refers to the sword wound.

Chi Si glanced at him, snorted coldly, and ignored him.

This relative is not pleasing to the eye, but can't afford to offend.

"Fourth, your sword..." Yang Wentuo hesitated to speak.

"I'll use it less in the future." Chi Siqing smiled, "I didn't use it much in the first place."

He didn't care about the life and death of a little demon.

It was only today that I found out that Xunxin still had such power after the seal was broken, and I was a little surprised.

"The rules of heaven in this world are a little different from You Tian's, and there are no other monks."

Those who have just entered the Tao and have a meager cultivation base are not counted.

"When will you accompany me back to Youtian, find a colleague who is proficient in medicine and ask how to treat it."

The tone was brisk, the attitude was casual, and he didn't take it seriously.

Anyway, it's for improving one's own cultivation, so why not do it.

Yang Wentuo smiled elegantly and said nothing.

After entering the city, it was just in time for morning.The king of Linyuan and the national teacher entered the Jinluan Hall without stopping, and briefly explained the story of the dragon god in Linxiang County to the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

King Linyuan only said that a little demon caused trouble and had been removed by the national teacher.

A sentence or two brings things over.

And Zhao Wanqing is about another Dragon Lord, so he didn't reveal a word.

Manchaoshan shouted at the tsunami: The national teacher's profound Taoism is really my blessing.

Compliments and flattery abound.

The emperor of the world leaned on the dragon chair, his old face was haggard, and he had already fallen asleep.

As soon as the court was gone, Chi Si strode down the high platform, pulled King Linyuan's arm, and laughed wildly.

Even seeing the doubts on Qingyan's face, she didn't give any explanation.As soon as they made a tactic, the two of them teleported back to Linyuan Palace in an instant.

Leaving a place of officials surprised and flattering words: The national teacher is a master of Taoism, and I will send the national teacher respectfully.

Once back to the palace, Chi Si couldn't wait to ask for the reward: "My lord, you promised to do the errand well, and you will be rewarded."

The peerless delicacy of double-faced and three-handed swords, these days deliberately sowed right and wrong, but he was not allowed to enter.The affectionate torment made him burn and suffer unspeakably.

Now that he finally returned home, he wanted to take revenge severely.

Yang Wentuo's laugh was deep, helpless and doting: "Reward."

King Linyuan kept his word, and he did what he said.

With the promise of Jinkou Yuyan, Chi Si brought the man to the reward he deserved.

The red silk tulle hangs high, fluttering lightly, and the feeling is full of joy.

Yang Wentuo's face changed slightly, as if he wanted to regret it.

However, the trap woven by love caught the prey, and the evil spirit showed its fangs, preventing the darling from escaping.

***

Xiaoguang dawns, evening mist gathers, and sun shines.

Not long after dawn, there was a soft knock on the door.

Chi Si frowned impatiently: "What is it?"

He will never open the door again.

The servant's fearful and respectful voice came from the crack of the door: "National teacher, lord, there are people coming from the palace."

Yang Wentuo slightly opened his eyes from his light sleep, and said in a hoarse voice, "Got it."

When the two came to the hall, a disguised servant was waiting.

Seeing King Linyuan, he hurriedly explained the situation: the emperor just fell ill suddenly.

He glanced at the national teacher cautiously, and bowed his knees waiting for the national teacher's order.

"The effect of the medicine has arrived." Chi Si explained softly, "What should I do now?"

"He's going to die?" Yang Wentuo said bluntly.

Chi Si nodded.

If he gave another medicine, his life could be extended for a year and a half.

But this need has long since disappeared.

Yang Wentuo gave a deep laugh, his polite appearance peeled off, revealing his true posture.

It was a frost knife that was quenched with poison, and when it saw the blood sealing its throat, it was extremely dangerous and extremely tempting.

"Let's go, fourth. Let's go to the palace." The corners of Runzhi's eyes flashed with a cold and sharp light, Qingyan Yayin couldn't hide her smile, "Look at him taking his last breath."

……

Chi Si stood in the emperor's bedroom.

Zhu Qing's tall and thin figure was wearing a spotless bright silver Taoist robe.The dark pattern of precious light floats, and the toga and sleeves are full of immortality.

Just like when he first came.

The smell of smoky lingering in the room is elegant and lingering, and the thick, watery smoke slowly flows out from the incense burner, rippling on the shining golden floor like water.

The ultimate royal power and wealth in the world have piled up a fairy palace and golden platform with green clouds and clear water, where rain is about to generate smoke.

The world's nobles and dragon sons and grandchildren bowed their heads and knelt down in front of the dragon couch.

It's just that the object of kneeling is not the Ninth Five-Year King in the human world on the dragon couch, but a true immortal descending from the mortal world with a fairy posture and charm standing beside the wind.

The dying old man lay on the bed as if his life was hanging by a thread, hissing and panting, no one paid attention to him.

Yang Wentuo was not among those who bowed down.

The national teacher once said that King Linyuan doesn't need to kneel down to anyone.

The tall and thin black figure of King Linyuan stood upright by the side of the bed, his handsome figure was like a majestic and majestic freehand landscape, among the misty clouds and mist, a towering cliff stood silently lone peak.

If you don't pay attention, you will be smashed to pieces, and there will be no redemption.

Yazhi's brows and eyes were condescending, shining with a gloomy and cold light, and her smile was high-spirited.

The emperor never took a look at this son, and didn't regard him as his own son at all.

For 23 years, he has turned a blind eye to this man.

But at this moment, before he died, his cloudy eyes were staring straight at him, full of humble and humble pleadings.

With the last bit of strength left, he tried his best to make a sound, begging him to let him live again.

A slight indifferent nod from the other party can be his hope of survival.

The corners of Yang Wentuo's mouth were raised high, and his elegant smile was so clear and innocent that he looked like a naive child who didn't know much about the world.

It was as if he didn't understand what the person in front of him wanted.

He is like a naive and ignorant child, accompanying his father by the bedside, hoping that he can fall into a wonderful dreamland earlier.

That may have been his wish that flashed by when he was young and ignorant.

Yaya's thin lips parted slightly, and she said something silently with her mouth.

The filthy pupils that were struggling to die suddenly opened, as if they heard unbelievable horror words, and then trembled violently, and all the remaining vitality disappeared.

The staring dark eyes profoundly deduce what it means to die without peace.

Seeing the situation, the chief servant stepped forward, indifferently pressed his blood-depleted wrist, and shouted disrespectfully without pain or itching: The emperor is dead.

All the concubines, princes and princesses who bowed their heads and knelt in front of the couch suddenly wept loudly.

Just pretended to cry, but was stopped by the cold and majestic frozen voice: "Don't cry."

What's there to cry about? Shouldn't everyone be happy and celebrate together?

Dozens of nobles stopped crying for a moment, feeling a little overwhelmed, and then heard the cold voiceless voice asking the chief servant: "How to arrange it, make it simpler."

The chief servant gave a sigh, and went out to tell the waiting palace people: prepare for the state funeral.

Chi Si stood tall and tall, with a calm expression, quietly watching the death of a human emperor, a life and death parting between husband and wife, father and son.

After Yang Wentuo gave instructions to the chief servant, he left the bedroom without a word, and he also turned around and quickly followed.

Silently, the two walked side by side, walking a few steps on the world's wealth paved with gold bricks.

"A Ji." Chi Si gently clasped his pale and moist fingers, the temperature in his palms seemed to be colder than usual.

The knuckle-boned fingers paused, and after a while, they clenched back tightly.

"Fourth," Runyi smiled with a strong smile on his face, "Let's go, let's go home."