Chapter 210 Flickering and then lame

   "No way, isn't senior brother Zhu, someone in Wu Zhou dares to touch him?"

   "Eight hundred years ago, no one dared to move, but now they can't, a group of grandchildren, the price has dropped too much."

  The old man who spoke had messy gray hair, one side of his goat beard was long and the other was short, and his gray robe was full of greasy stains.

   Kou Shuang.

  On the night of the Magic Cultivation Trading Conference, black and white evils massacred the audience, only three people survived, and the other two were Lu Bei and Zhu Qilan.

   After leaving the meeting place, Kou Shuang learned from the painful experience. Nowhere in the world of cultivating immortals is safe. The reason is not that he is good at it, but that everyone is too strong.

   Find a place where few practitioners walk, and he will be safe.

  Then the question arises, is there any place where Wu Zhou has a lower level of practice than Ningzhou?

   Yes, Dongwang County, which lowered the level of Ningzhou.

  So, Kou Shuang Pi Dian Pi Dian came to Dongwang County, and after a lot of calculations, he successfully fooled him to the master and became his little uncle who had been separated for many years.

  Those who can become a master must be very stupid, but Kou Shuang is too good at calculating, and he answered a few little secrets fluently.

  During the period of living in Xuanying Mountain, Kou Shuang was addicted to being a master uncle. Except for two guest appearances as "Master" during the period, there were people serving food and drink for the rest of the time, and the greasy gray robe became a little more greasy.

   What makes him most happy is that he found his own opportunity here, a disciple of a reincarnated immortal, and the inheritance is expected, which is really a great blessing in life.

  However, Tuer is good at everything, except for one thing, the name is too long.

   A tornado destroys your parking lot.

   "Master, where are we going now?"

   "Ningzhou can't stay here for the time being. Your senior brother is involved in the matter, and it is very likely that we will be confessed. Go to another place to avoid the limelight, and then I will count you as a senior brother as a teacher." Kou Shuang said sarcastically.

   "Well, I listen to Master."

  The tornado destroys the parking lot of your home, his eyes are shining, the world is so big, he has long wanted to go out and see.

   It was unlucky to say that on the first day of building the account, he was born in the wild and was taken away by bandits passing by without taking two steps. He was asked to write letters to his family with a piece of blank paper and a pen.

  God is sorry, he is just a player, where is the relative of the local NPC.

  His tough and uncooperative attitude attracted bandits to watch. He had three meals a day, no food, and all he did was beat.

  Although due to the protection mechanism of the game, **** and kicking are painless, just like scratching an itch, but he came online to have fun, not abuse.

   This number is abolished!

  The whiteboard account just built, I don’t feel bad if I lose it, he even thought about the ID of the new account, the parking lot will kill your tornado.

   Just when he was about to go offline, a scruffy old man came to him. The two hit it off and established a mentor-student relationship on the spot.

  In the eyes of others, Kou Shuang is a little neurotic and crazy all day long, but in his eyes, Kou Shuang is the extraterrestrial master described in the novel.

  This hairstyle, this beard, this starched Taoist robe, and the smell on my body, I am sober when everyone is drunk.

   Kou Shuang's performance did not disappoint him, he never missed a shot if he can pinch, but he is not good at all, he likes to pretend too much.

   Said to keep half and half, and ask Kou Shuang for fortune-telling, there is a 50% risk of stepping on thunder, small things turn into big, big things die in seconds, and nothing will turn into something.

   Fortunately, the problem is not big, Kou Shuang is only one of his disciples, and he patted his chest and said that when he thinks about practicing exercises, he will teach him how to predict fate.

   "Hurry up, the sand sculptures outside have all reached level 20 foundation building."

  The tornado destroyed the parking lot of your home and muttered softly. Thinking of the sneak attack in the middle of the night, I felt a burst of joy. The sand sculptures were first counted by the master and mistakenly thought that the poison was successful.

  It's a pity that he is still a blank slate, otherwise this wave of killing experience will never let go.

  …

  The two of them walked down the mountain. To the east, an unremarkable passer-by walked through Dongwang County and came to the edge of the Xuanying Mountain Range.

  Into the eyes, the green mountains are stretching, and the mountains and plains are full of lush trees, green and steep, and wild flowers against the backdrop.

  In addition to the towering main peak, a mountain range is green and shady, full of elegance and interest, it is a good place for outing.

   It is said that eighty miles to the west, there is a waterway running through the mountains, and fishermen will also like it.

   "The mountains are nice..."

  Lu Bei curled his lips slightly, wondering if it was an illusion, it felt like all the mountains had more aura than Sanqing Peak.

  …

  Xuanying Mountains are not high mountains, the ups and downs of the mountains are relatively gentle, only the main peak has many strange rocks, easy to defend and difficult to attack, bandits occupy the dangerous throat, condescending, and can easily detect the slightest disturbance.

   Halfway up the mountain, the cottage guards the only path for climbing.

  If there are a large number of officers and soldiers to encircle and suppress, the bandits can calmly evacuate along the back mountain path, break up into pieces and spread across the vast mountains, and return after the officers and soldiers leave.

  If the officers and soldiers encircled and suppressed were just pretending, the bandits would stay behind closed doors and play a show with them.

  This was before, now it is different.

  Since the bandit leader Ma Feiwei hired a master surnamed Zhu, and everyone earned money together, the small life of the bandits became more and more comfortable.

The sky has not yet darkened, and the crimson light is shining in the air. On the open space in front of the cottage hall, braziers and torches are lit, and several large pots are boiling broth. All of them drink from big bowls.

  In the hall, two top chairs are wrapped in tiger skins.

  The leader of the bandit, Ma Feiwei, sat on the left and right with Zhu Shiye. One was tall and strong, with rough and sturdy features, and the other had big arms and a round waist.

   "Master, I will do it first to respect you."

   "Okay, you've done it, I'm free to do it." The master raised his hand to touch his wine glass, never leaving his eyes from the ledger in front of him.

   Ma Feiwei was not upset when he saw this. The bandits thought that the master was invited by him. In fact, it was the opposite. It was all thanks to the master that he was able to escape from prison and become bigger and stronger.

   Moreover, the Master's cultivation level is higher than his. If he really does it, the Master can easily send him back to prison.

   Ma Feiwei doesn't care about his status as a puppet in public, but in fact, a dog's leg. The Zhu family in Dongwang County is all over the sky, and many people who want to be their dog's leg can't find a way.

  A bandit walked quickly into the hall and reported: "Master, I have also searched the back mountain, but I didn't see Shishu and his old man."

   "Don't worry about him, he's just talking, maybe he'll come out tomorrow."

  Master Zhu shook his head slightly. Speaking of this little uncle who had been lost for many years, he had to feel that the years were like a pig-killing knife, which killed him so much that he didn't recognize him at first sight.

   "I don't know where this old boy learned the art of divination. It's pretty good."

  Master Zhu was talking to himself, and Ma Feiwei said: "Master, the uncle is missing, so he must have run away?"

   "What are you talking about, it's just Xuan Yinsi, a dog raised by the Zhu family, what is there to be afraid of, they dare to devour the master!"

  Master Zhu shook his head in disdain. Compared with Xuan Yinsi's sneak attack, what shocked him more was the reincarnated immortal, who died and lived again, lived and died again, just like a monster.

"But…"

"It's okay, I sent a letter to my family, and with a little bit of management over there, I will soon be able to gain a relationship with Ziwei. If Ziwei speaks, the pups below will not dare to do anything wrong." Master Zhu didn't talk nonsense, and directly gave Ma Fei gave him a reassurance.

  Bringing Ziwei, Master Zhu called it bad luck.

  Originally, there were three purple guards in Ningzhou, and the East Prince's Mansion had a good relationship with them, and they had contacts during the holidays. With this level of relationship, Xuan Yinsi would turn a blind eye and hand over the ball to Huang Jizong no matter how big or small it was.

The Huangjizong side is even simpler. The godfather of Ningzhou chief executive is surnamed Zhu, and he is a proper family member. As long as the East Palace does not engage in rebellious business, it is basically a reprimand. Even if there is punishment, it will not hurt the muscles or bones. .

   There are people on both sides, so it can be said that it is foolproof.

  Who would have thought that this year, Ningzhou Xuanyin Division has a lot of personnel transfers. One year ago, one purple guard was transferred, and the remaining two were transferred to the capital after the year.

   And the two new purple guards...

   It is said that a commoner who has made outstanding achievements and climbed up step by step from the grassroots, and the other has connections in the capital and is favored by His Majesty, an imperial decree directly promoted him to Ziwei.

  After some consideration, the East Prince's Mansion decided to engage the latter first. The former came from a humble background and was originally a troublemaker. Such people generally have a hatred of the rich and are difficult to get in touch with for the time being.

   After a while, when people fall, everyone will have a common topic.

   Otherwise, the last Ziwei, status and class doomed everyone to be the same, and it was easy to get along with each other.

   "How long will it take to get in touch with that Purple Guard?" Ma Feiwei asked.

   "It's coming soon, I have already sent someone to deliver the meeting gift." Master Zhu replied casually holding the ledger.

   "Why didn't I know about this?"

  Lu Bei was surprised, and walked out of the screen at the side door, ignoring the horror on the faces of the two, and took out the token: "Ziwei Xuanyin, you two have an incident, and only one of you can live, you can figure it out."

  Before coming to the cottage, he walked around the mountain, thinking too much, there is no trap here.

  Since this is the case, there is no need to act low-key, just show your identity and take people directly.

   While speaking, Lu Bei glanced at Master Zhu. In the middle stage of Baodan Realm, even the Great Perfection is not. Is this also called unfathomable?

  He shook his head slightly, telling the dead soldiers to be more cautious, but he didn't make them so cautious.

   It's all the players' fault. In just a few days, even the dead soldiers who are not afraid of death have been infected by them.

  Ma Fei turned pale with shock, and was about to raise a knife to slash someone. Hearing Lu Bei's self-report, his tiger's body shook, his arms drooped, and his eyes turned to Master Zhu.

  Master Zhu was also taken aback for a moment, then cupped his hands and said with a smile: "It turns out that your Excellency is Mr. Lu. I have admired you for a long time. I am Zhu Minhong, a member of the East Palace."

   Revise the law and respect the training, and Bangqi will prosper.

   Poem Li Minchong, Jiacheng Yujin.

  The lineage of the royal family has been passed down to this day, Xiuxian is in power, and Emperor Wu and Zhou are only of the "Qi" generation, and the East Prince's Mansion has reached the per capita great-grandson, which shows how thoroughly this lineage has degenerated.

Lu Bei bowed his hand in return, never forgetting the polite persona, and said politely: "Have you finished speaking? Let's start now. I don't have many shackles on me, so I can only take one away. Whoever lives and dies between the two, you take it yourself." Make up your mind."

   "Lu Ziwei, I'm the King of the East..."

   "I know, so what?"

  Lu Bei waved his hand: "Don't say you are an Eastern King, the emperor's own sister is here, and Lu Mou can hit him if he wants to, and sleep if he wants to sleep. What pretensions are you putting on me!"

  (end of this chapter)