[comprehensive] superior skills

It is still the water pavilion.

The palace lord lay on his father's body and wept silently, staring fiercely at the woman sitting on the chair with bone-biting eyes.

Song Ci didn't look at her, and only said to the dozens of anonymous retired masters gathered outside the pavilion: "I don't care what your background is, I just hope you don't learn from Wu Ming and be a poor person who misleads others and yourself. people."

She stood up slowly and said to Hua Manlou who was waiting beside her, "I don't like this place."

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "I don't like this place either. Although the scenery here is beautiful, it still has a dead air."

"Then why don't we leave?"

Song Ci stepped forward and took his hand, "There is another person at Wusongkou waiting for us to rescue him."

"you?!"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the two hands clasped in surprise, "Hua Man Lou, you really found yourself a good wife!"

Hua Manlou turned around, "I don't like you now, why don't you take the initiative to leave?"

"Simply put!"

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his mustache, "Except for your miraculous fiancee, who else has the ability to bring us back to the port safely? Besides, I was imprisoned in the dungeon for so long and it has something to do with you, you We can't let us paddle alone and go on the road as if nothing happened, right? The Hua Manlou I know is not a person who forgets friends when he sees sex!"

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "That's because you have never met Hua Manlou who has a confidante, so how would you know how he would treat a friend who is always causing trouble?"

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help pinching his face, "Are you really that friend I know? You can't be pretending to be someone else, right?"

Hua Manlou blocked the troublesome hands with a consonant finger, "What do you think?"

"It's incredible, it's incredible!"

Sikong Zhaixing patted Lu Xiaofeng on the shoulder, "Lu Xiaoji, he has learned to bicker with you!"

Lu Xiaofeng was also very surprised, "If it wasn't for you, a thief standing beside me, I almost thought he was Sikong Zhaixing disguised."

His intuition told him that something extremely important must have happened during the time when his friend left, and it was also a major event that could change the relationship between Young Master Hua and the master of Longxiao Palace.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart itched again, but he didn't ask.

Because he knew that as long as he was still Huamanlou's friend, sooner or later he would know the truth from the other party.

Since you will know sooner or later, what is the difference between one day earlier and one day later? In fact, waiting is also a very beautiful thing in many cases.

"You're leaving, after killing my father?"

The palace lord's distorted facial features were covered with tears, "Do you think I will just let you leave like this?"

"if not?"

Song Ci asked her, "Can you stop us, or are these people around you willing to risk their lives to stop us? Why would you do something you know you can't do? If your father hadn't insisted on going his own way, he would still sit beside you now."

The palace lord turned around and looked at the nearby subordinates, and it was no surprise that he could see the look of hesitation on their faces.

"Just because I can't kill you today doesn't mean I can never kill you!"

The voice of the palace lord was icy and cold, "In my lifetime, I will always let you taste the taste of losing everything!"

"I just want to remind you, don't forget that you still have an older brother before doing anything."

Song Ci said lightly: "As long as you forget that you are Wu Ming's daughter, as long as Gong Jiu remembers her identity, I will always leave a way for you brothers and sisters to survive."

The palace lord sneered, "Do you think we will be grateful to you by saying that?"

Song Ci shook his head, "I'm not greedy for your gratitude, it's just because there are many people in this world who are more damned than you."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left the Water Pavilion, Hua Manlou, Lu Xiaofeng and the others also walked up to the end of the Jiuqu Bridge.

The lights of the water pavilion gradually faded behind, and the tall Noah slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone.

When stepping on the escalator, the proprietress who had been supported by Zhu Ting suddenly gritted her teeth, her legs became weak and she fell to the ground.

"Oops, she's drug addicted!"

Lu Xiaofeng looked worriedly at the scar on Zhu Ting's head that hadn't healed yet, and once again thought of the dark past in the dungeon that he didn't want to mention.

"Don't worry."

Song Ci squeezed the proprietress's jaw, and forcefully stuffed a pill into her mouth, "The toxins in her body will be cleared out in a quarter of an hour at most."

"It's that simple?"

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't believe it, "This is a drug poisoning!"

"Maybe I have to go to the hut a few more times."

Successfully seeing the four eyebrows tangled together, Song Ci smiled and pointed to the deck, "So we'd better get on board as soon as possible."

The Noah was still floating on the sea, but Song Ci and Hua Manlou boarded a Japanese warship that was facing off against the Wusongkou Fort in a small boat.

The faint sound of the flute dissipated, and thousands of Japanese and the Han thieves who led the way threw themselves into the sea like dumplings, leaving only the bound and unyielding emperor at the bow of the ship.

"you you!"

Zhu Yijun hurt his throat by cursing too much earlier, but now he is speechless when he sees the fairy appearing halfway.

Song Ci was not in a hurry to get him down, "Your Majesty knows that if the Japanese take His Majesty as a hostage, tens of thousands of officers and soldiers on the front line of Wusong and General Qi will die in vain under the Japanese gunfire."

No one dared to risk the disgrace of the world to bombard the warship tied to the emperor, even the resourceful Qi Jiguang could only willingly die at this point.

If Wusongkou falls, how will the people in Jiangnan survive.

The sky was too dark, no one could tell whether the emperor's face was red or white, there was only an awkward silence.

After a long while, Zhu Yijun said tremblingly: "The blood of the Zhu family has long been sitting in the imperial city, and I will die as a martyr and live and die with Wu Song's soldiers."

Hua Manlou shook his head and sighed softly, stepped forward and rescued the emperor who had been blown by a cold wind all day from the cannon barrel, "A country cannot be without a king for a day, the emperor's body belongs to the people of the world, how can he talk about life and death lightly."

Zhu Yijun's face turned pale, "I just want to see the master of Longxiao Palace."

Unexpectedly, I discovered the big difference between the Jianghu and the officialdom when I went outside. There, no one will tell you about the monarch, the minister, and the father and son.

"The emperor wants to seek the way to become an immortal?"

Song Ci broke his mind with one word, "In my opinion, the emperor has no chance to practice immortality and ask questions."

Zhu Yijun responded impatiently: "I am rich in the world, as long as the palace lord is willing to teach me, I will go all out!"

"Why doesn't your majesty understand that the dao fruit formed by piling up foreign objects alone is a castle in the air, and it will disappear into nothing with just a light touch."

Song Ci went on to say: "Cultivating the Tao and cultivating the heart, only an indomitable heart of hard work is the foundation."

Zhu Yijun pointed to the sky and made an oath: "I am willing to make a great wish! As long as the palace master is willing to pass on a sliver of heavenly secrets to me, I will die without regret!"

Song Ci looked at the embarrassing emperor of the Zhu family and asked with a smile, "I wonder what a fairy looks like in the emperor's mind?"

Zhu Yijun was slightly taken aback, "At least he should have the ability of a palace lord."

"I am also considered a god?"

Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The emperor thinks too highly of me, have you seen the bright moon in the sky?"

She couldn't help looking at the moon and sighing: "The real immortals live above the nine heavens, after all, I'm just a mortal who got a chance."

Zhu Yijun said in a dumb voice: "The ants in the world don't know how many ants are there, so why is it that the palace lord sees the opportunity?"

Song Ci asked: "Does the emperor still remember that I asked Sun Fang to bring you a message?"

Zhu Yijun nodded, "The way of heaven has no relatives, and the merits are immeasurable. If you can overcome it, you will have a chance. I take it as a warning motto every day, and reflect on myself day and night."

Song Ci said comfortingly: "I didn't know until I was given a chance. This is the good fruit of the Nine Times."

Zhu Yijun repeated: "The good fruit of the ninth life? Could it be that the palace master is the reincarnation of the good man of the ninth life?"

"good."

Song Ci went on to say: "Because of this, the way of heaven gave me the method of refining weapons, so that I can fly into the sea and do what ordinary people can't."

Zhu Yijun couldn't help but his eyes lit up, "Has the palace master taught others this method?"

"Never."

Song Ci said with regret: "Although the method of refining weapons is not the last of the immortal arts, it is also very accessible."

Zhu Yijun suddenly felt that a god-given opportunity was in front of him, and immediately bowed down and said: "I also ask the palace master to give you all!"

Song Ci was thoughtful, "It's not difficult for the emperor to practice this method, but he needs to have three chapters."

Zhu Yijun happily said: "Please enlighten me!"

Song Ci paced aside, and said slowly: "The first thing is that the emperor should not neglect the government, and you must know that entering the world is also a practice; the second is not to rush for success, the way is natural, and you must respect the way; the last thing is to cultivate yourself with merit. , the emperor must use this method to give back to the people so as not to be backlashed by karma."

After she stood still, she stared at the emperor with a red face, "If your majesty can do these three things, I will teach you all the methods of refining weapons."

Seeing this, Zhu Yijun took a deep breath and swore, "The emperor is above, and the earth is below. If I live up to today's words, I will be punished by heaven!"

"Okay! I'll teach you the art of refining weapons!"

Song Ci raised his finger to the emperor's brow, "Close your eyes."

Zhu Yijun hurriedly did as he said, touching lightly with his fingertips, he only felt a sense of righteousness rushing into his mind like enlightenment.

It changes rapidly, and countless images appear in front of the emperor one after another. Among them are immortals flying into the sky, giant iron birds roaming the world, and many amazing and strange things.

After the flash, thousands of artifacts were all buried in a huge atlas tall by ten feet, and the atlas turned into light spots after being transformed and stored in the divine consciousness of the Son of Heaven.

Zhu Yijun, who was still immersed in a sweet dream, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and fell straight down.

Hua Manlou quickly caught the emperor who fell on his back, "Your Majesty?"

"You're fine, you just need to rest for a while."

Song Ci changed the Ming flag to the flagpole, "Anyone who absorbs too much knowledge at a time will feel a little uncomfortable."

After sending the emperor into the cabin, Hua Manlou walked to the woman who drove the battleship to the shore, "If the emperor practices according to your method, can he really go to the nine heavens?"

Song Ci smiled mischievously, "Nine days is too far away, at least his descendants will still have a chance to meet Chang'e in the moon."

Hearing these words, Hua Manlou couldn't understand that she must have resorted to tricks to fool the emperor who was bent on seeking truth.

He gently held those cool hands, and said softly: "Although Chang'e is beautiful, she is not as good as the person in front of me."

Song Ci looked at those eyes full of love, tasted the tenderness hidden in them, and slowly let himself lean on the other's shoulders which were not broad but firm enough.

The sea breeze is very cold, but the two people hugging each other are extraordinarily warm.

They listened quietly to each other's heartbeats, and those whispers that didn't have to be said.

In the hazy morning light, ten unmanned warships sailed into the port one by one. Qi Jiguang, who was patrolling the ships, discovered the emperor sleeping in the cabin at the first time, and hurriedly mobilized his own soldiers to escort the emperor to the magistrate's yamen.

At this time, Song Ci and Hua Manlou, who had successfully retired, had already returned to the Noah, and took a shortcut back to Peach Blossom Castle with Lu Xiaofeng, who was gradually recovering, and informed the anxiously waiting old eunuch of the emperor's whereabouts.

As soon as the old eunuch left, Zhu Ting, his wife, and Sikong Zaixing also left one after another. Only Lu Xiaofeng, who always liked to join in the fun, stayed with Shangguan Danfeng sisters.

In a few days, there were rumors in the world that a fire broke out in the Great Light Realm of the Demon Cult's main altar far away in Kunlun Mountains. Many people were killed and injured, and the whereabouts of the leader Yu Luocha were also unknown.

Song Ci knew that it must be the 72 monks who planted the hint that day and waited for the opportunity to set the fire, but it is impossible to know the exact loss.

And the leader of the Demon Cult, who is elusive and elusive, probably also used this golden cicada to get out of his shell to achieve an unknown purpose.

In any case, I believe that the Devil's Cult has experienced repeated heavy losses and it will be difficult to cause storms, and what she has to do is to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and wait for Yu Luocha to come to redeem her.

On this day, Song Ci answered questions for the tireless emperor as usual, and suddenly found that there was a hale and hearty old man in the courtyard by the window.

He wasn't well dressed, but his demeanor was rare in the world.

Song Ci dipped his pen in ink, "The jade of the West will last forever. Since the leader is here, why not go inside and see it?"

Yu Luocha's face suddenly approached, "I think it's just right now."

Song Ci did not forget to write and answer, "What's so good about it?"

There was a trace of vicissitudes and exhaustion in Yu Luocha's eyes, "My Palace Master and I are still safe and sound, only because there is a wall between them. No matter who it is, if we go further, it may be difficult."

"The rivers and lakes are the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but no matter how we win or lose, the water in this rivers and lakes may be dyed red."

Song Ci said unhurriedly: "The Raksha Sect is another son to the leader. Naturally, you don't want to see your own flesh and blood turn into a pool of blood."

Yu Luocha said with emotion: "Yes, for this son, I am willing to sacrifice the other two sons. One parent and one adopted son. The former has to go far outside the customs and leave his hometown since the day he was born; the latter hates me to the bone because he is close at hand. Even now, I can’t tell whether it’s right or wrong, I only know that only if the Raksha Sect can last forever, the Jade Raksha can last forever.”

Song Ci suddenly asked: "The leader must have met the Peacock Prince?"

Yu Luocha sighed and said, "Except for the Longxiao Palace far under the sea, there is no place in this world that I can't go to."

Song Ci cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, the leader, for not implicating innocent people."

Yu Luocha laughed at herself and said: "Although I am a person from the Jianghu, I also understand the truth that words cannot be exhausted and things cannot be done, especially in front of powerful enemies. At least for a hundred years, the Raksha Sect will never go to war rashly."

Song Ci looked up, "What about a hundred years from now?"

Yu Luocha stood facing the wind, and said proudly: "After a hundred years, whether it is an enemy or a friend, posterity will judge."

Song Ci smiled lightly, and threw away the antidote that he had already held in his hand, "Just as the leader said!"

In the yard, the antidote disappeared before it hit the ground, and the master of the Western Demon Cult disappeared along with it.

Song Ci stood still for a moment, slowly rolled up the rice paper full of handwriting, and stuffed it into the bamboo tube on Saker Falcon's feet.

The clouds cleared and the fog cleared, and a ray of pale golden light fell on the raised wings of the Saker Falcon, flying across the sky with them.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Cough, I'm afraid the heroine's biggest achievement in wandering the rivers and lakes is to subdue a cultivating emperor who worked hard to climb the technology tree. =, =

In addition, the scumbag author didn't realize that there are six sisters-in-law in Hua Qitong's family until the end of the story. This is really..._(:зゝ∠)_

Yoyo Luming, what's up~~