There's a Madman Sharpening His Knife at Night

Lu Hu, who got up from the ground, did not dare to look at Xianggui Dan anymore. Instead, he went out of the main hall and carried Fazhao, who was still unconscious, into the main hall.

Then he found a wooden box on the body that fell to the ground outside. The original pill inside was gone. It must have been swallowed when dealing with Fazhao before.

After holding the wooden box, he tore off the remaining cloth on the body, wrapped his palms thickly, closed his eyes in the main hall, held his breath, and put the ghost elixir from the broken bones based on the position he had seen before. Into the wooden box.

At this time, Lu Hu took a deep breath.

Then he began to walk around the hall, trying to see if there were any martial arts secrets or the like.

He first came to the stone tablet in the hall.

Brushing away the dust on it with his hands, he found that the words on it were the same as those in the real world. It seemed that the words in this world had also been unified. Although there were some rare words that he did not recognize, but based on the context, he could also It’s not hard to guess its meaning.

Lu Hu quickly read the inscription above, and regretfully discovered that what was recorded above was not the martial arts secret book he wanted, but the life of the tomb owner.

Through reading, I learned that the owner of this tomb, named Bai Xiao, was a military commander in the middle period of the previous dynasty.

During the campaign to put down the rebellion launched by the then-prince, he commanded the mountain-destroying cavalry and made numerous military exploits, thus earning him a title.

However, in the subsequent court struggle, because he chose the wrong team, not only was his title and official position taken away for the rest of his life, he was also sent to Yunzhou at that time and imprisoned for life.

He had no choice but to remain a powerless rich man under surveillance, unable to step outside Yunzhou for the rest of his life.

Later, he accidentally discovered this natural cave in Kuishan Mountain, and secretly transformed it into his own mausoleum according to the grade and specifications of the title he received that year. When he was eighty years old, he sneaked into this place and committed suicide.

At the last moment of his life, he lamented that life was like a fleeting moment and suddenly came to an end. Martial arts could not last forever. In the end, it was still one of the means to gain fame and fortune.

And people like him, who are knighted for military merit, rely too much on and believe in the sword in their hands, and ignore the tactics of strategy. This is an even more powerful invisible sword that can kill people without blood.

Often just a few key words at a critical moment can easily end a person's political life.

This is more painful than killing it completely.

After the regret, he listed the proud battles in his life.

And Lu Hu also saw that what he was in the illusion was the battle where this man made his fortune, the Battle of Yanya.

In that battle, as the man who carried the banner, he successfully saved the banner from the strong men in the army who came to kill it, stabilized the morale of the army, and made great achievements, thus surpassing the barriers between grassroots officers and middle-level generals. This huge gap.

At this point, a large amount of training resources have been obtained, and martial arts and official positions have gone hand in hand!

Lu Hu was not very interested in these things. After reading them quickly, he wandered back and forth in the hall.

After groping all over the hall, he found nothing, and then he punched the stone tablet into pieces. There was no mezzanine or anything like that inside as he thought.

"Obviously he was a military general, but he was not buried with any martial arts skills. Instead, he wrote a lot about his life deeds. Is this the way people behave when they face death when they grow old?"

Lu Hu couldn't help but complain in his heart.

After this, the only harvest left in the tomb was the huge ghost elixir.

But Lu Hu still had no way to use this ghost elixir. He only had the kind of jade and stone that would burn together, which would be of some use when he was about to die.

Lu Hu immediately began to sit cross-legged in the hall and recover.

About two hours later, he heard Fazhao's breathing suddenly become heavier. After a while, he saw Fazhao slowly opening his eyes.

Lu Hu was in the village before and was beaten to death by Kong Liao. Fazhao was by his side waiting for him to wake up.

Now the situation has changed and Lu Hu is waiting for Fazhao to wake up.

The things happening in this world are so wonderful!

When Fazhao first woke up, he was in a similar state to Lu Hu. His eyes were dull at first, then slowly focused, and then his pupils moved, and he woke up.

He looked at Lu Hu, who was sitting cross-legged and looking at him not far away.

"Donor Lu Lu, is this hell? It seems that the young monk's cultivation is really poor, and he will eventually perish in hell!"

When Lu Hu heard this, his face darkened.

"Master, why do you feel like you are in hell when you see me? Can't I go to the Western Paradise?"

Fazhao had just woken up and his mind was still dazed, so he asked this question.

Hearing Lu Hu's dissatisfaction, he had completely sobered up.

He rarely showed some guilt and did not answer Lu Hu's words.

"Donor Lu, did you kill Chu Feng?"

"No, I made a deal with Chu Feng and took away the martial arts on me and the ghost elixir in the tomb!"

After hearing this, Fazhao's face became nervous at first, but then calmed down quickly.

"The young monk has offended Donor Lu many times before, but it was unintentional. I apologize to Donor Lu here!"

"Hey, it's just an unintentional move that hurts people!"

Lu Hu shook his head and sighed, then burst into laughter, "Hahaha, I still can't deceive the master. Is my lying technique so bad that the master can tell at a glance?"

"Almsgiver Lu, you don't change your face when you lie. It's just that when you look at Chu Feng's actions, the young monk doesn't seem to be a person who keeps his promise. Not a word of what he says is trustworthy. He will definitely not spare our lives. But now that you and I Since they are still alive, Chu Feng must have been dismissed by Donor Lu!"

"Hahaha, yes, that bitch did spit out feces from his mouth. He was killed by me. Master, look over there!"

Lu Hu smiled and pointed outside the hall door.

Fazhao wanted to turn his head to look, but the injury on his neck suddenly affected him, making his brain dizzy. He could only move his body stiffly, and saw a headless corpse lying at the door of the hall.

When Fazhao saw this, his pupils tightened and his heart was shocked.

"Donor Lu, are you killing Chu Feng?"

The best result he thought of was that Lu Hu would force Chu Feng away. He never expected that Lu Hu could actually kill Chu Feng.

After all, Lu Hu was in similar condition to him at that time, and he really couldn't support another fierce battle.

"How could this person do this? He is really an extraordinary person. He can do things that ordinary people can't do. I can't deal with him in a different place. No wonder the abbot values ​​him so much. I have seen him for a long time." Is there something in him that I don’t have? And this trait is what allows him to survive from desperate situations?”

How did Fazhao know that Lu Hu had supernatural powers? Faced with such an impossible thing, he could only come to this conclusion.

Lu Hu was very satisfied when he saw the shocked look on Fazhao's face.

To directly use the sentence I just read on the stone tablet, "Although the visible sword is sharp, it is not as good as the invisible sword. Words can also kill!"

At critical moments, if we say a few key words, the effect will often be greater than we imagined! "