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"The hatred of killing my son is irreconcilable, and Prime Minister Li also wants to stop me?" Zangyang Zhenjun looked ugly.
"If others don't stop you, you still don't know what Prime Minister Li is doing?" Princess Baihua rolled her eyes at her husband.
Zangyang Zhenjun was startled.
Mr. Li, he is famous for his fairness.
"Yes, if Xi'er really took the initiative to come to Su Dong's door to cause trouble, this would be regarded as trespassing into the official residence of the imperial court."
The imperial court was extremely strict in protecting officials. If the safety of the official residences could not be protected, then who would be willing to work for the imperial court.
"Now that monsters are raging outside, it is the time for the imperial court to hire people. This Su Dong has also made great contributions by killing the big monster"
Monsters are a major concern for the imperial court. They are the common enemy of mankind. The imperial court encourages warriors to kill demons. If they are successful in killing demons, they will be more protective.
Not to mention Prime Minister Li.
"I will never break the hero's heart for a royal dandy."
"It is necessary to plan carefully." Zangyang Zhenjun calmed down.
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On the same day, Zangyang Zhenjun left the capital city and went to a deserted temple thousands of miles away.
Swish.
Like a bolt from the blue, a sword light fell in front of the temple, revealing the figure of Zangyang Zhenjun.
"Neng'en Temple."
Zangyang Zhenjun looked at the plaque on the top of the temple early in the morning and walked in with a cold face.
A deserted temple without a single monk. Zangyang Zhenjun walked in all the way. Fallen leaves were covered with stone bricks in the corridor. In the lobby at the front, an old monk was sitting cross-legged, meditating and chanting sutras.
Zangyang Zhenjun walked in and his eyes fell on the old monk. The latter was wearing a withered yellow cassock. He was thin and exuded a musty smell.
The old monk paused in his chanting, opened his eyes, and turned his head, revealing that extremely abominable face with scars all over it.
"Junior brother, if you don't stay in the capital city, you can be your prince consort, true king. What are you doing here at my little temple?" The old monk said with a smile, but his face was ferocious and terrifying.
In his words, he seemed to be very dissatisfied with Zangyang Zhenjun.
Zangyang Zhenjun is not angry either.
"Senior Brother Hateful Ku, this is the second time you and I have met since Master passed away." Zangyang Zhenjun smiled, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Recently I heard that Senior Brother's skills have improved again and he has taken a big step on the road to immortality. Junior Brother I came here specially to congratulate you." Zangyang Zhenjun.
"You and I are both in the stage of becoming gods. Don't you know how difficult this road of cultivating immortality is? Without the Mahayana, there can be no great progress." The old monk shook his head. His gaze is like lightning staring at the hidden sun.
"You and I don't need to talk nonsense, just tell us what you have to say."
Zangyang Zhenjun nodded.
"I do have something to trouble me, senior brother."
The bitter old monk immediately sneered, but he still spoke: "Tell me and listen."
This Zangyang Zhenjun is his junior brother who has a close friendship with him. The grievances and grievances are so deep that outsiders can hardly imagine it. Unless there is something important, Zangyang Zhenjun will never come to him.
Zangyang Zhenjun said: "I will not hide it from my senior brother. Half a month ago, my third son Xi died in the hands of Su Dong, the leader of Feiyu in Ning'an County. He was an official of the imperial court, and it was not easy for me to take action. Although Su Dong was at the military level, Warriors do have some tricks, but ordinary martial masters are probably no match for them, and Nascent Soul cultivators are also very tough."
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"Oh?" The bitter old monk raised his head and said with a smile: "This Su Dong is not bad. I like him very much if he dares to kill the son of the True Monarch of Transformation God."
He was actually happy when he heard that Zangyang Zhenjun had lost his son.
"Senior brother, I know that I was wrong about what Master did, but the general trend isforget it, I won't say more." Zangyang Zhenjun saw that the old monk looked wrong and didn't even mention it, and said: "Senior brother, I just want to ask for help." This time, help me kill Su Dong."
"Begging me?" The old monk stared at Zangyang Zhenjun's face: "When you ask for help, you have to look like you are asking for help. Is this how junior brother asks for help?"
As he spoke, he looked at Zangyang Zhenjun¡¯s legs.
There was anger on Zangyang Zhenjun¡¯s face. There was no way he would kneel down to this old monk.
"I'm not begging senior brother in vain. As long as senior brother kills Su Dong for me, I am willing to show senior brother the Tiangang Sword Formation diagram left by my master back then."
"Tiangang Sword Formation Diagram?" The old monk's eyes lit up.
"My master was biased and passed this sword formation diagram to you. Are you willing to show it to me?"
Zangyang Zhenjun directly turned his palm. Suddenly a jade slip appeared in the palm of his hand.
"As long as senior brother kills Su Dong."
Only then did the old monk become moved.
"This Su Dong really only killed your third son? To make you so angryTsk, tsk, it seems you like this third son very much."
Zangyang Zhenjun was silent, but there was murderous intention in his eyes. He was also angry with himself. For the first time, he was deceived by Su Dong.
"I also want this sword formation diagram, but it's not possible." The old monk shook his head. Seeing Zangyang Zhenjun's surprised expression, he sneered.
"Killing court officials in the Jin Dynasty? Once discovered by the court, it would be a felony. Others are fine, but I can't afford to offend Prime Minister Li. You can find someone else."
The old monk turned around immediately after finishing his words.
Zangyang Zhenjun was suffocated.
It¡¯s Prime Minister Li again.
"So you are afraid of Mr. Li"
"Hmph, don't provoke me. If you weren't afraid of Mr. Li, would you come to beg me?" The old monk sneered without looking back.
Mr. Li¡¯s reputation is too great. Which of these immortal cultivators who have lived for hundreds of years is not afraid?
That is a terrifying figure who kills powerful immortal cultivators at every turn.
Zhenjun Zangyang hesitated. But then turn it over again. Pull out a storage treasure bag.
"In addition to these two hundred thousand spiritual crystals, if you don't go, I will find someone else."
Only then did the old monk laugh. He turned around and took the formation chart and storage bag from Zangyang Zhenjun's hand.
"Okay, I'll help you." The old monk stroked the jade slip in his hand and said with a smile.
"Senior brother, although Su Dong is a warrior, he is very extraordinary. Regardless of the speed of his movements and the depth of his skills, he is very strange and powerful. There should be a great opportunity for him. Don't be careless." Zangyang Zhenjun said.
"Haha, junior brother, are you looking down on me, senior brother? Do you really think I'm old? I can't kill a warrior?" The old monk laughed wildly, looking confident: "Don't worry, since I take action, Su Dong won't be able to survive."
"It's best to torture him. It would be better if he could be captured alive and handed over to me." Zangyang Zhenjun's eyes flashed coldly.
"Okay. I'll capture you alive first."
The old monk was very happy and looked down at the jade slip in his hand.
"This is the Master's Tiangang Sword Picture The Master despised my origin back then and refused to pass on my sword picture until his death. Now I have got it" He said to himself, not caring at all about Zangyang Zhenjun beside him.
Zangyang Zhenjun showed a smile in his eyes.
"When will Senior Brother leave? This is Su Dong's appearance. Also the address of his Ning'an Mansion."
Zhenjun Zangyang handed a scroll to the old monk.
The old monk took it and put it away.
"Don't worry, I'll leave right away. You can be happy. As a senior brother, I can't be as good as you, a junior brother."
"Thank you, brother."
Zangyang Zhenjun clasped his fists, but there was a cold light in his eyes.
"Su Dong, if you dare to kill me, Xi'er, or hide and deceive me, don't blame me for being cruel."
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That evening, a white cloud flew over Ning'an County.
Above the white clouds, the bitter old monk was wearing a withered yellow cassock, and he was carrying a heavy and simple bronze sword on his back.
Behind the white clouds, a sword light followed in the distance. In the sword light was the face of Zangyang Zhenjun. Just watch from a distance.
Firstly, he was worried about his senior brother, and secondly, he wanted to prevent Su Dong from using any means to escape. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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