"Kill Si Cao?" Wu Hongbiao was shocked: "The two of us?"

"Yes, we two."

The small room of the cloth shop was empty. Wu Hongbiao was sitting cross-legged on the ground, while Chen Ji was leaning against the door frame. The two looked at each other silently.

At this moment, Wu Hongbiao looked towards the door and saw Chen Ji standing with the moonlight behind him, his expression unclear.

He patiently persuaded him: "You have only been in the Military Intelligence Department for a short time and have not had much dealings with this Secretary, but please don't have such dangerous thoughts."

Chen Ji discovered that even Wu Hongbiao, the most elite spy, also had the idea of ​​"killing Si Cao".

He couldn't help but ask: "How powerful is Si Cao?"

Wu Hongbiao said solemnly: "You are not an executive officer, so you don't know how powerful an executive officer is. I am just a martial artist in the 'acquired realm'. That Si Cao has been in the army for a long time, and at least he is an executive officer who has perfected the innate realm. He is far from the seeker realm."

I’m afraid it’s only one step away…”

Chen Ji looked confused.

Wu Hongbiao had no choice but to explain while gnawing on grain pancakes: "It doesn't matter, you won't understand these realms if I explain them. Let me give you an example in the simplest way: Once in Jinling, the whereabouts of Si Cao were exposed, and there were hundreds of soldiers in the Secret Service.

They didn't even capture him, but he killed dozens of people and finally escaped by getting into the Qinhuai River."

Chen Ji asked: "If the innate realm is already so powerful, how powerful is the seeking state? Is it difficult to cultivate to the seeking state?"

"Of course it's difficult," Wu Hongbiao sighed: "You see, I can't find the trick to break through from 'nature' to 'innate', let alone 'innate' to break through 'seeking'? Looking at the entire Luo City, I'm afraid there are only two seekers.

Among the Taoist masters, one is Liang Gou'er, and the other is the 'Yanshi' who should be hiding under the control of the Liu family."

Wu Hongbiao said solemnly: "When you reach the Seeking Realm, if you don't have an army of more than five hundred people to attack, you will never be able to defeat such a master. Liang Gouer entered the Seeking Realm at the age of twenty-four. That year he went to the Ningchao Frontier Army

, he killed eight generals of our Jing Dynasty during the confrontation between the two armies, and became famous for a while. It is a pity that Liang Gou'er's cultivation path was cut off, otherwise he would be the most promising person in the Ning Dynasty to make further progress."

"Been cut off by someone?"

Wu Hongbiao thought for a moment: "I always thought this might be the handiwork of my Jing Chao, or even your uncle."

Chen Ji was stunned for a moment: "Why do you say that?"

Wu Hongbiao explained: "After Liang Gou'er was cut off from his cultivation path, a female swordsman appeared in our Jing Dynasty frontier army and assassinated a very talented general of the Ning Dynasty frontier army. Someone recognized her with

She is the swordsman of the Liang family. She must have been specially trained by someone in our Jing Dynasty. She came to Ning Dynasty to marry Liang Gou'er just to ruin Liang Gou'er's state of mind and interrupt his practice."

This female swordsman not only interrupted Liang Gouer's cultivation path, but also defrauded the Liang family of the swordsmanship handed down from generation to generation. She killed two birds with one stone.

What a cunning struggle.

Chen Ji was confused: "But why did you say it was my uncle's doing?"

Wu Hongbiao opened and unplugged the bamboo tube and took a sip of water: "When your uncle was assassinated three years ago, there was also a female swordsman beside him."

Chen Ji: "..."

My uncle's composition is very complex.

Until now, he has not been able to have a clear understanding of that uncle. He always feels that the other person is always covered in a layer of fog, seems to be both good and evil, and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

Chen Ji murmured: "The day after tomorrow, the day before, Xun Dao... What is above the Xun Dao realm?"

"The Shinto realm," Wu Hongbiao said: "According to your uncle, there are many realms in the world that can be counted on one hand. Lu Yang, the mountain chief of the Martial Temple in Jingchao, is one of them, and the apostle on Huangshan Mountain in Ningchao is one of them.

Master Zi' is also one of them. Not even Luocheng Daoting Laojunshan or Ningchao sect 'Luo Tian' has such a figure."

"A figure like Mount Lu Yang is a master who has reached the threshold of heaven and man. In addition, the people of Jing Dynasty have always talked about his legend of 'Jiazi Dang Demon'. Have you heard of it?"

"Never heard of Jiazi Dang Mo? Are there still demons in this world?"

"It is a demon sect scattered in the Jing Dynasty. It uses sacrificing humans and animals as a way to practice. It often abducts children, women, and even slaughters villages. It is extremely bad. A martial temple grew up in Luyang Mountain to kill the demons.

There is nothing left.”

"Because he was killed in the year of Jiazi, he is called Jiazi Dangmo?"

Wu Hongbiao shook his head: "No, it's the devil who has been cheating for a while."

Chen Ji choked, a period of time is sixty years, no demon sect can withstand a Shinto realm master fighting with him for sixty years!

Martial Arts Temple.

Liang Gouer once mentioned this place.

The other party once mentioned that Chen Ji should not practice swordsmanship, but should go to Jingchao Martial Temple to learn the other party's 'sword style'.

Until today, Chen Ji had a vague idea of ​​what it means to be an official in the world, but now... I'm afraid he can't even be considered a martial artist.

Facing someone like Si Cao, he was even worried that he wouldn't be able to blow him up with gunpowder. How to make him stay where he was and be blown up by him was a difficult problem.

Wu Hongbiao said: "Do you still want to kill Si Cao now? Give up."

Chen Ji was silent for a long time: "But if I don't kill him, he will kill me."

Wu Hongbiao also fell silent.

His expression seemed to be struggling and hesitant. He was different from Chen Ji. It was precisely because he knew how powerful Si Cao was that he knew that it was impossible for just two people.

But in the end, Wu Hongbiao said: "Then kill him... but how?"

"I'll find a way... there will always be a way."

Chen Ji thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Tell me, why doesn't my uncle let me go back to Jingchao?"

Wu Hongbiao thought for a moment: "I can't figure out his thoughts, but he once said that all noble men should go to the front line to experience, otherwise they will only become playboys, fighting dogs and prostitutes all day long. He risked his death back then.

He came south to the Ning Dynasty, and returned to our Jing Dynasty with the supreme feat of assassinating the Minister of War of the Chen family, and established the Military Intelligence Department. I think he may hope that you will become a person like him."

Wu Hongbiao said yearningly: "I don't know how many people in the military in Jingchao admire your uncle and want to be like him. I think you should also aspire to do the same and follow the path he has walked."

Chen Ji was stunned. It turned out that the Military Intelligence Department was founded by his uncle. He was really discovering something new every day...

But if he has to assassinate a Shang Shu Ge elder before he can go back, then it’s okay if he doesn’t go back to Jing Dynasty.

Ning Chao is pretty good.

"I have another question. Why do you still come to deliver a letter to me when you are obviously about to die?"

Wu Hongbiao grinned: "I said we are brothers."

"I understand," Chen Ji turned around and left: "I can't stay here for a long time. I will send you some food and water every night in the past few days. You can take good care of your injuries."

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…

After leaving the door, Chen Ji stood in the backyard of the cloth shop under the moonlight and let out a long breath.

If you want to kill Si Cao, you may need to plan carefully. At least you must first know what the opponent looks like and what identity he usually uses to cover himself.

He trudged out of the yard and went back to the apprentice's dormitory to lie down. The snoring in the room was still there, but Chen Ji felt particularly peaceful in his heart.

The wounds on his chest and thighs started to hurt again, and these pains reminded him all the time that weakness was the original sin of the world.

Chen Ji lay on the bunk and looked at the beams quietly, his mind was always filled with the words about being an official tonight.

He slowly closed his eyes, mobilized the molten flow in the sixteen furnace fires in his body, separated half of it and condensed it in his heart.

In an instant, the fire in the furnace died down, like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

The ice flow in Chenji's dantian felt that the power guarding him was weakening, and he was immediately ready to move!

It penetrates from Tianshu point and spreads all the way to Chen Ji's whole body.

The long-lost cold hit, and Chenji once again fell into the mysterious and unknown sea of ​​dark clouds, returning to the ancient battlefield.

In the past, he was forced to fall into this place. He was troubled by this nightmare more than once before he was twelve years old. His parents even thought he was seriously ill and took him to see a psychiatrist.

But this time, Chen Ji came back on his own initiative.

As the young monk said, Chen Ji has always had a gambling streak in him, but while others gambled with money, he gambled with his life.

Feeling the mist of the sea of ​​clouds flowing around him, he was like a meteorite penetrating down from the sky, landing on top with black clouds all over his body.

The strange thing is that this time there are no more shouts of death on the ancient battlefield, as if everything has stopped.

Chen Ji saw a three-legged golden crow solidifying in the sky, its tail not trembling at all; he saw a golden feathered arrow passing through the battle formation, but it was suspended in the air by some unknown force, and it was fired with full force.

The man was also frozen in place; he saw a giant rushing towards the battlefield like Kuafu chasing the sun, but stopped with one foot stepping out.

This battlefield is like a huge and lonely amber, imprisoning everything for tens of thousands of years.

However, the emperor who was wearing golden armor, holding a royal flag, and commanding the battle formation was nowhere to be seen.

"You still dare to come here?" A loud voice sounded behind Chen Ji.

Chen Ji suddenly turned around, only to see the man in golden armor standing behind him, looking down at him from the top of the mountain.

He was not afraid and just asked calmly: "What's your name?"

"My name is Xuanyuan."

The sound of the word Xuanyuan was like a loud bell, as if the heaven and the earth were responding, and even the black clouds in the sky were slowly moving away.

Chen Ji asked again: "Who am I?"

Xuanyuan laughed loudly as if he had heard something funny: "You don't remember, you don't remember anything!"

Just smiling, Xuanyuan's tone became lonely: "You have forgotten the peach blossoms in Guixu, the snow on the East Kunlun Mountains, and the sea outside Penglai..."

Chen Ji frowned: "Who am I?"

Xuanyuan turned and looked away: "This is the biggest joke I have heard in fifteen thousand years... Even you have forgotten who you are, then who am I? Then what about my fifteen thousand years of loneliness?

What!"

Chen Ji looked at the other party quietly, and he suddenly realized that this was by no means a real battlefield. Those battle formations, those magical birds and beasts, and those people were all fake.

The golden-armored emperor ‘Xuanyuan’ in front of him is the only living being in this world.

But he saw that the other party slowly calmed down and said in a majestic voice: "Why did you come to my world? Are you afraid that I will use you to come back to the world again?"

"Afraid."

"Then you still dare to come?"

Chen Ji said seriously: "Pass me the sword seed."

He can't go to Jingchao Martial Arts Temple. Maybe one day he will really go to Jingchao, but it will be too long and he can't wait.

Xuanyuan was obviously startled when he heard Chen Ji's words, as if he had heard something incredible, and then laughed again: "Teach you the sword seed? Hahahaha, this is the second joke I have heard in fifteen thousand years.

!”

Chen Ji was speechless for a moment: "...is it so funny?"

Xuanyuan turned around, placed the royal flag in his hand on the top of the mountain, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know that you and I were enemies?"

"I don't know, but maybe we were friends once."

This time it was Xuanyuan's turn to be silent. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Then do you know that the sword type that you looked down upon the most was the type of sword I cultivated?"

Chen Ji hurriedly said: "You can see it now, you can see it now, fiercely!"

Xuanyuan: "..."

The two of them were relatively speechless, falling into a suffocating embarrassment.

Xuanyuan looked at Chen Ji seriously, as if he needed to get to know him again: "You have become too much."

Chen Ji said seriously: "Actually, what I want to say is that I am not someone you know. My name is Chen Ji. I am just a young apprentice in the Taiping Medical Center. I don't look down on swordsmanship, nor do I have any lofty ideals. I just don't want myself to

It's easy to be killed by others. I don't know what grudges you have with that non-existent person, I just want to bet with you."

"Oh?" Xuanyuan became interested: "How to bet?"

"You want to borrow me to come back to the world?"

"That's right."

"You teach me your sword skills. If one day you use me to come back to the world, then I will help you practice now."

Xuanyuan pondered: "You want to bet that I will never come back to the world?"

Chen Ji raised his head and faced the towering mountains: "Want to gamble?"

The golden-armored emperor smiled and said: "You can even use the provoking method... I can pass on the sword type to you, but it's not because of this ridiculous game."

Chen Ji was confused: "Why is that?"

Xuanyuan played a riddle: "For the ten miles of peach blossoms in Guixu."

Chen Ji didn't understand.

But for peach blossoms, just do peach blossoms, for pear blossoms, and for camellias.

"How to practice sword cultivation?" Chen Ji asked.

Xuanyuan Gaoshen said: "To cultivate my swordsmanship, I need to use stars to nourish my sword intention, and seize other people's sword intentions to forge sword seeds. I chose Ziwei Emperor Star. There are many stars in the sky. You can choose one of them. Remember, if you choose, you will not be able to

Changed."

"How to raise a sword with stars?"

"I will teach you now. You must be patient when raising a sword. The stars are far away and out of reach. It took me four hundred and thirty-four years to touch the Ziwei Emperor Star with my spiritual consciousness for the first time."

Chen Ji: "..."

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…

I don't know how much time passed, but the ice flow penetrated into Chen Ji's heart, causing a surging counterattack from the molten flow, suppressing all the ice flow back into the dantian.

The morning rooster crows.

Chen Ji slowly opened his eyes. He endured the pain in his thigh, lifted the quilt, stood up with difficulty, and slowly moved to the yard.

He looked at the sky full of stars and quickly found the location of the Ziwei Emperor Star.

The so-called Ziweidi Star is actually the North Star, which is about 434 light years away from its location, and the Big Dipper revolves around it in four seasons.

If the sky is compared to a funnel, then the Ziwei Emperor Star is the top of this funnel, right in the middle.

Chen Ji thought about what Xuanyuan said. Once the star for raising the sword is chosen, it cannot be changed. It must be done with caution.

But according to what Xuanyuan said, it took a full four hundred and thirty-four years to contact the Ziwei Emperor Star with so-called spiritual consciousness. If he wanted to practice this method, his lifeline would have to grow from the palm of his hand to his heel.

.

Even if he dies of old age, he still won’t be able to cultivate!

Chen Ji was leaning against the apricot tree with his clothes on. In addition to pain, he also felt a little melancholy as a teenager.

The crow looked at him curiously, wondering what was wrong with him.

Chen Ji asked: "Uncle Crow, how do you think we can live to be four hundred and thirty-four years old?"

The crow opened its mouth and laughed silently.

However, at this time, the rising sun was rising, and a ray of golden light shot out from the farthest corner of the sky, staining the clouds.

Chen Ji was suddenly stunned...

As we all know, the sun is the nearest star to him.
Chapter completed!