I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

The old man walked out of the Hou Mansion in a daze.

The black sky and silver moon are vast.

On the dim branches are old crows with eyes narrowed and sleepy.

Old Man Xiang walked under the tree and woke up the crows on the treetops.

It also woke up Old Man Xiang.

He didn't quite remember what he said to the Crown Prince, and he also forgot what the Crown Prince had explained.

It seemed like he said something, but also seemed like he didn't say anything at all.

Even if he did, he wouldn't remember it.

He has no other aspirations, and still only has one thought in his mind, revenge.

Unfortunately, Xue Yi blocked him.

After leaving to the old man.

Xue Yi pondered: "Although he broke through the Zang Refining Realm and became a first-class master, his aura is very wrong."

"Besides, he killed someone recently."

"The murderous aura in his body has not disappeared."

"The purpose of entering the Marquis Mansion is definitely not to meet the Crown Prince."

"This man carries murderous intent."

Top-notch masters in the Zang-refining realm are already rare in the world.

The inner Qi has undergone a qualitative change, becoming closer to the magic power, and the pursuit and perception of the breath are incomparable.

After some testing.

Of course Xue Yi knew that Old Man Xiang was not here for the prince.

But since it was not to kill the prince, it was to kill other people in the Hou family.

It is worthy of a first-class expert to personally take action, and it is definitely not a minion in the Hou Mansion.

However, because Old Man Xiang entered the Zang Refining Realm, Xue Yi did not expose this matter.

There are many things that a master in the Zang-Refining Realm can accomplish, and it would be a pity to be killed here.

It's better to win over him and become the capital for the prince's revival.

There are many things that need to be prepared for a rainy day.

Wen Yue sighed: "His eyes are full of hatred, how could I not see it?"

"Something must have happened."

"On the ninth day of the lunar month, find someone to go to Baihu's house to see what happened."

"I'll go tomorrow."

The attendant Chujiu responded.

Although the reason why the prince's intelligence system was disconnected due to the prince's death is difficult to explore at will.

However, Chujiu and Old Man Xiang were also acquaintances, and they also had contact with Old Man Xiang's brothers.

Although you can't ask the old man Xiang, the same goes for asking others.

Xue Yi used his internal energy to soothe Wen Yue's injured leg, with a solemn look on his face.

Bones are broken.

Even if you take them back, they will end up with long or short legs.

This kind of injury will definitely leave roots, and even a master of internal organs refining can't do anything about it.

The most important thing is that the injury is not getting better at all.

The Marquis would not allow a cripple to become the young Marquis.

To meet the emperor with a lame leg is to be disrespectful to the emperor.

Although it is a minor or major crime.

If someone catches you, you will be attacked.

There is no precedent for a lame person to become an official in Daliang. Who dares to set a precedent by taking the risk?

How can a lame man be the deputy commander of the Military and Horse Department, how can he command the Nanya Embroidery Guards and the Thousand House Guards?

Wen Yue was equally anxious and worried.

This is a matter of life and death.

He lies here like a useless person.

I can only wait quietly for death every day.

Such pressure did not drive people crazy, which is enough to show Wen Yue's psychological strength.

But no matter how powerful a person is, he will be tortured by the impending death.

One day, he will go crazy.

Everything he had originally disappeared with the broken leg, and the people surrounding him also left one by one.

This kind of underestimation is unacceptable to ordinary people.

"Master Xue."

"Is it true that my leg can't be cured?" Wen Yue choked back his grief.

"There is another way."

"Please ask the Immortal Master of the Enshrinement Building to take action."

"Maybe there's a chance of a cure."

After talking for a while, Xue Yi also stood up and left.

The night sky is lonely.

The old man Xiang returned home and poured his inner energy into the Zunhun Banner.

Black beads fell out from the face of the Zunhun Banner.

Make a fire and have a full meal.

The old man swallowed the Yinhun Pill in one gulp.

Now that he is familiar with the road, as the cold spiritual energy enters his body, his inner energy increases again.

According to this trend, it won't be long before acquired things return to innate qualities and enter the period of Qi training.

Tu Shanjun didn't know whether Old Man Xiang had spiritual roots.

After memorizing the Mingling Kung Fu, Old Man Xiang did not directly become a Qi Practitioner, which means that even having spiritual roots is not good.

It's better to take the warrior route.

They have already refined their viscera, and they will go further to become innate.

By practicing qigong, you can transform your inner energy into magic power and officially step into the door of practice.

With the Yinhun Dan as an assistant, the progress will not be worse than others.

The Zunhun Banner itself is a high-grade magic weapon. As long as there is a chance to strike, it can kill the enemy beyond the level.

After this incident, the thought of revenge against the old man became stronger, but he no longer opened his eyes.

He needs strength.

As long as the inner energy is transferred to the magic weapon, the black beads can be obtained.

He will become stronger and even have a chance to glimpse his nature.

By then, the heaven and the earth will be big enough for him to come and go.

"Grow up quickly, at least practice Qi level one."

Tu Shanjun inside the banner said to himself.

As long as Old Man Xiang can step into Qi training, even if it is only one level, he can summon Tu Shanjun's evil ghost body.

Those worldly enemies are nothing more than ants, so why bother.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Tu Shanjun was particularly saddened by allowing Li Qingfeng's body to be lost.

It's just that he can't help it.

Nothing can be done.

I thought that it would fall into the hands of the enshrined immortal master, and that Li Qingfeng's body could be saved through the qigong practitioners inside.

At least he is buried in peace.

It's just a twist of fate that due to some things, it stayed in the hands of old man Xiang.

As time passed, Tu Shanjun's brows became a little more anxious.

The green-faced ghost face added a bit of ferocity, and the loose red hair trembled slightly, like an angry lion.

Stop rushing and use patience!

Tu Shanjun thought of what Li Qingfeng often said.

Wuzi boxing.

The demon ape roared in three postures, causing the evil ghosts in the flag to flee and hide far away.

Old man Xiang woke up from his dream again.

It’s already the fourth watch, not far from the alternation of yin and yang in the morning.

There is not much emphasis on it, just recite the Ming Ling Kung in a low voice with your five hearts raised to the sky.

Although the exercise formulas are unfamiliar and difficult to understand, if you keep reciting them at a certain frequency, the pronunciation in your mouth will start to vibrate along with your bones.

The muscles and bones roared together.

The body is coordinated and mobilized.

The formulas of the exercises clearly have an unknown charm and can directly guide the person's body to perform the exercises.

This is the miraculous part of practicing Qigong.

But Old Man Xiang did not experience the sense of Qi mentioned in the chapter on the exercises.

When I was practicing Tiger Roar Jin in my early years, the scriptures were complicated and had no sense of rhyme. Instead, I realized the sense of Qi in the process of overcoming my strength, cultivated the inner Qi, stepped into the realm of skin movement, and also entered the threshold of the third-rate master in the world. .

It is clear that the skills in his hands are magical, but he still has no sense of the so-called magic power.

Since it is an immortal technique, it will definitely not be that simple.

The old man thought so.

I stopped thinking about it and sent my inner energy to the magic weapon Xiaoban.

If you have this time, it's better to get two more black beads.

As the sun rises, light shines through the windows.

It looks like it's time to arrive.

It's time to go to work again.

The job of a jailer is boring, but fortunately, prisoners die every day. There are countless prisoners in Nuoda's prison.

Old man Xiang used the magic weapon in his hand to pick up souls and replenish them.

Everything is business as usual.

In the evening, I got off work and went straight to the old man's house.

The second yin-yang exchange of the day cannot be missed.

Still no sense of anger.

Old Man Xiang did not feel disappointed.

"Dong dong."

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the old man opened his eyes and landed lightly.

In two breaths, he had already arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

Look out through the crack in the door.

The person standing outside the door is none other than Shizhu

Crunch.

The door opened and the old man looked at Shizhu with some confusion.

"Boss, I happened to be on duty and came over to see you." Shi Zhu smiled, lifting the wine bottle and half a cage of wine and food in his hand, smelling the smell of meat.

Shi Zhu was about to squeeze through the door when he moved forward towards the old man's feet and pressed against the door panel, blocking Shi Zhu's way.

Although it was not a closed door, there was no intention of inviting him in.

He shook his head at the old man and looked calmly: "Go back."

The voice was calm and filled with emotion.

"Boss, if you have something to tell your brother, you can carry it as far as you can." Shi Zhu did not leave, but became more anxious.

The old man looked sadly, and finally let go of his tense body: "That's it."

"come in."

As he said that, he let go of his foot that was against the door panel.

Shi Zhu didn't think it was a big deal until he walked into the inner hall and was stunned. The wine pot and food cage in his hand clattered to the ground.

Lips quivering.

"How...how could it be like this!"

Shizhu cried and fell to the ground with a thud.