Chapter 288 Life Ideal (Part 2)

The powerful divine thoughts enveloped the entire inn. Except for the unconscious servants, the old ghosts in black were indeed gone. But the young people gathered together and didn't know what they were doing. Lu Feng quickly walked to the room where the young people were, licked the window paper with his tongue, and poked a small hole in his little finger, and one eye came up. Just as he was about to peep, Lu Feng suddenly scolded himself in his heart: "Damn, I don't understand what they said, what am I going to do alone?"

Earl Edward sat haggardly on the edge of the bed, wearing a black cloak, and seemed to have not recovered from Lu Feng's punch. Five young men sat around him, sighing one by one, and didn't know what they were saying. But according to Lu Feng's ability to observe his words and expressions, it seemed that their resentment was not just about him.

Edward said a few words with excitement and gestured for a few punches. But the remaining five young men shook their heads quickly, looking at Edward with an incredible look that was stunned and extremely shocked. But it seemed that Edward insisted on something, and a scream of excitement was made in his mouth, while the five young men were determined to stop his decision. They shook their heads desperately, and they opened their mouths quickly spit out rapid notes.

Lu Feng frowned, and he felt so hatred. He had decided that after this evening, he would definitely learn the language of these Western barbarians. He found a reason for himself: "How come he is also the leader who is responsible for inquiring about information. If he doesn't even understand these barbarians' words, what kind of secret probe leader is he?"

After thinking for a while, Lu Feng simply walked to the door, reached out and opened the door, and walked in openly. The six young men heard the door and quickly raised their heads. Edward looked at Lu Feng in happily, while the remaining five young men changed their faces, as if they had seen ghosts.

Mass graves outside Yingtian Prefecture City. It seems that there was such a mass grave outside all the big cities at that time, where there were unknown how many dead people were buried. The thirty miles outside Yingtian Prefecture City was even larger in scale, at least ten times larger than the one outside Xi'an Prefecture. After the Jingnan Battle, more than 100,000 people who were washed away by the family members, servants, and prisoners who died in the Jinyiwei Prison and the Tianzhu Prison were buried there. In broad daylight, ghosts beat people to death, let alone at night.

At this time, it was the ghost fire, the gust of the gust of the gust of the gust of the human or not. In the eyes of mortals, it might be just a flash of green lights flashing on the mass grave, but in the eyes of Bai Xiaoyi and others, this place was like a pile of lonely ghosts, ghosts crowded with ghosts, ghosts hit ghosts, ghosts hit ghosts, ghosts hit ghosts, ghosts hit ghosts, ghosts hit ghosts, ghosts are soaring into the sky, and ghosts are buzzing. It seems that there is a comparison. At this time, the mass grave was like the lively crossroads when the daughter of the prime minister threw a ball and slammed the sky.

There are too many ghosts, and there are many troubles. The one with strong ghost energy is happily trying hard to absorb the spiritual energy of the ghosts around them to strengthen themselves; the one with weak spiritual power is screaming and running away from the tragic fate of being destroyed, but they cannot leave their bodies too far, so anxious that they are there one by one, and they are crying and ghosts are full of tears.

There were three or four miles away from the mass grave. The yin energy soared into the sky and the cold wind everywhere made Zhou Chu and his group feel cold all over, and their hair stood up. Bai Xiaoyi muttered and prayed: "Amitabha, don't blame me... Don't blame me. It's not me who killed you. Oh, you want to find enemies, but don't find the wrong person."

Bajie, cultivating the mind and cultivating the nature, just squeezed into a pile of people, and the magic weapons in his hands came out to protect himself tightly, so he was too lazy to care about the disciples of Huanglongmen around him. Zhou Chu was so angry that his face turned blue and muttered: "Damn, you four are too unfaithful. Ninety-nine percent of the people on the mass grave were slaughtered by our Jinyiwei, can you be clean and irrelevant?"

Lin Shi and Lu An were ruthless: "When they were alive, they were cut by us. Could it be that they were dead? We are still afraid that they would not be able to do so? Damn, they were stepped under their feet when they were alive, and now they are dead, so that they can't make them feel better. I'll go to Master Ming tomorrow to build a soul-suppressing tower here to slap their spiritual energy every day to see how long they can stay in the world." Their faces were ferocious, but they were even more terrifying than those ghosts.

The twenty-four master disciples of Huanglongmen followed them didn't say anything at all. With the help of the power of the spiritual elixir, they had already cultivated into the golden elixir. Although the heart of Tao was unstable and could not freely reconcile their relationship with the spiritual energy in the outside world, their cultivation level was so high. Driven by flying swords, magic weapons, etc., and it was naturally no problem to deal with just ghosts and monsters. However, this was the first time they saw such a lively scene of ghosts fighting ghosts, and they felt a little guilty.

The group of people followed the twenty or so old men in black secretly. Looking at the group of old men with excitement and cheering softly in their mouths, Yufeng flew to the mass grave. Just look at the old man with blue and green eyes that they took the lead, who actually praised loudly in Chinese: "Great Satan, their country is indeed our blessed land. How many people do they have to kill to have such a strong dead aura?"

"Great God, it is your guidance that has brought us to this happy kingdom. Oh, God, when we form our army of necromancers, we will teach you the damn bastards of the Holy See of Light. We will kill everyone of them and make the damn pope a beautiful skeleton soldier!"

Zhou Chu, Lin Shi, Lu An and Bai Xiaoyi looked at each other and couldn't speak. What was this old guy talking nonsense? He spoke Chinese, but why didn't he understand?

But when they saw the other old men, they were also so excited that they were jumping around. They didn't say anything, and stood in a place with a particularly strong yin energy, chanting strange spells from their mouths. As the sound of the gloomy spell came out, circles of gray and white strange words floated beside the old men. The ghosts in the four fields made a harsh roar, which was a nearly desperate roar. Their spirits were sucked into green light streams, and rushed into the bodies of the old men like a tide.

Monk Bajie was stunned. He said with a trembling trembling: "These old guys are crazy. They are still physical mortals. Are they not afraid of being digested by the yin energy? This is a means of suicide, and they are impatient?"

However, something that made them dumbfounded happened immediately. These old men in black were not as sucked clean as they expected and turned into skinny and bone-filled appearance. Instead, their bodies slowly expanded like steamed buns. Their thin and hunched bodies slowly became burly and straight. Finally, the black skin on their surface fell off like dry mud, revealing the fresh and pink white and delicate skin below. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 tall and strong young people appeared on the mass grave.

Bajie, cultivating the mind and cultivating the nature of the three of them finally suppressed the true energy in their bodies and did not faint. They stuttered at Zhou Chu and the others and whispered: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. After sucking so much dead energy in, even if they are scattered immortals, their souls will be destroyed by these dead energy. How could they still make them rejuvenate? Unless, unless they are not human at all, unless they are just another kind of... In short, they are not human things."

More than twenty young people cheered and excited at the mass grave. In just a short moment, they had already sucked away 70% of the dead spirits on the mass grave.

At this moment, a voice that was extremely stern and extremely cold came from the sky: "Okay, very good, it turns out that you are practicing the magic skills of the Great Asura Demon Realm, the corpse-transforming demon king Kolopus!" A white light slowly shot down from the sky. Shui Yuanzi, who was usually laughing, was as serious as Master Xixi. At some point, a transparent sword flashing with soft light appeared in his hand, slowly descending with murderous aura.

The old man who led the lead... Well, the young man glanced at Mizuko and hummed disdainfully: "What Colopus? We are members of the Dark Wizard Society of the Western Continent. I am the Vice Chairman Kaben. They are my colleagues. We are all great wizards with extremely high status in the Dark Wizard Society. What kind of demon king you are talking about, we don't know what he is!"

Shui Yuanzi's face immediately became softer, and he laughed: "Colopus, do you think he is not a thing? Hahaha, by the way, the god you believe in is the so-called Satan. Oh my, I, Shui Yuanzi, have lived for more than 10,000 years, and I have never heard of what Satan is!... Well, by the way, maybe after the war in the past, the remaining demon soldiers ran to you and gave you this inexpensive demon skills, which would give you the advantage!"

Kabon sneered, his face full of pride and madness, and he shouted extremely arrogantly: "Is the witchcraft we practice not good at? Then, let you see our necromancer spells!" His Chinese language became smoother and smoother. He used to need to translate the feelings to talk to Zhu Di, and it was completely pretending.

More than twenty dark wizards recited spells at the same time, and a strong dead aura shot out from their bodies. Their bodies were shrouded in a layer of black mist, and they saw their two green eyes shining in the mist. The "crunch, crunch" sound kept ringing, and countless skeletons and zombies emerged from the ground, and nearly 30,000 such undead warriors surrounded Shui Yuanzi.

Shui Yuanzi sighed, and he screamed suddenly: "Damn bad guys, are you not filial at all? Grandpa, I am surrounded by tens of thousands of monsters here, so don't you help at all?" The sword in his hand was waving easily, and sword lights that were soft like the water waves of spring slowly spread out in all directions. Wherever the sword light reached, everything turned into ashes.

Kabonj smiled and said, "Young man, do you want someone to save you? It's impossible. Who would have run to such a wonderful place in the middle of the night?" Seeing that Sui Yuanko had destroyed thousands of necro warriors so easily, Kabon and the others couldn't help but feel a little scared. They looked at each other and decided to use a more powerful necro spell, a more aggressive necro spell.

But it was too late. More than twenty sword lights shot from behind them at the same time, shooting straight through their hearts. Then the sword lights strangled, turning their bodies into pieces, and blood and flesh splattered all over the sky. After the dark wizards fell, the undead warriors suddenly lost their vitality and stumbled on the ground powerlessly. Shui Yuanzi screamed in anger: "What are you doing? Grandpa, I haven't asked clearly what they are doing, even their souls are crushed?"

Zhou Chu smiled and nodded and explained, "Grandpa Shui, this is not the first time we have used a flying sword to kill people, right? I don't know that this thing is so useful! Look, Bai Xiaoyi and the others are already veterans of experts, why would they make such mistakes? It must be intentional!" Seeing that Shui Yuanzi was about to be tough, Zhou Chuke didn't care about Bai Xiaoyi and the others' ugly faces and immediately sold them out.

Shui Yuanzi let out a few sinister laughter, nodded, and showed a very sinister smile on Bai Xiaoyi and the other four.

In the inn, Lu Feng sat in front of Edward with a big golden sword. A young man angrily shouted: "Fake!" He pulled out his sword and stabbed Lu Feng's chest with a sword. However, Lu Feng's Cantian Sword was unsheathed, and with a slight sound, he saw the room flashing with light lights. The sword in the young man's hand shattered inch inch, and all his clothes turned into butterflies and were shaken away. With a "puff", his last small panties were also cut off by Lu Feng's sword, and he slid down to the ground.

The young man was stunned, then he turned his eyes and immediately fainted from anger. Lu Feng sneered a few times, put the Cantian Sword back on the sheath, crossed the four young men standing there at a loss, and asked in a low voice: "Do you understand what I say?... Well, come here, grab the general translation for me!" Seeing Edward's dull look, Lu Feng finally lost his patience.

The translation came, and everything was easy. Edward didn't say much, and knelt down in front of Lu Feng, saying pitifully: "Sir, please accept me as your disciple!"

When the translation was translated, he blinked his eyes, looked at Edward, and then looked at Lu Feng, and seemed to feel extremely incredible. Lu Feng was also stunned for a moment, and then said: "Ask him, why did he worship me as a master! Is it because I punched him?"

Edward said for a long time, and the general translator quickly said, "He said, "Your lord, you can knock him down with one punch, but he is already a very powerful knight on the Western continent. Therefore, he believed that the martial arts of the East are much more sophisticated than that of the West. He had to learn such brilliant martial arts in no matter what, he had to learn such brilliant martial arts before he could go back. He said that these five young people were knights of his family. He heard that he wanted to stay in the Central Plains to practice martial arts, and they all opposed his approach. But for the sake of the revival of the family, he had to do this no matter what."

The translation explained: "The Western continent is a place where individual heroes are extremely important. A powerful knight can receive great honors and rewards as long as he makes contributions on the battlefield. They can get higher titles, more territories, more slaves, more family knights, and intermarry with larger nobles. Although Earl Edward is the deputy commander of the Sacred Knights, he is the weakest one. Because of the 50,000 knights, there are ten deputy commanders! Because he has the weakest power, he sent him this time to do this chore!"

Lu Feng muttered: "Elevate, make money, and accumulate military strength in private. Well, this kid is quite straightforward. It's not like Bai Xiaoyi's hypocrite, who is obviously about to pounce on the big girl, but he still said that he wanted to share his experience in poetry and songs with the girl. I'm so frank. This yellow-haired kid is very honest!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Lu Feng finally asked: "Then, have you ever thought about what you want to do after learning my martial arts?"

The translation of the past, and Edward shouted extremely excitedly. The translation of the translation said: "If he could have such wonderful martial arts, he would definitely become the most powerful knight after returning to the French Empire. As long as he made contributions in the war against the Golden Horde, his family would be revived and he could restore the title of duke. At that time, he would make your name widely circulated on the Western continent."

Lu Feng drooped his eyelids: "Well, I'm making a name for myself, it doesn't matter." He licked his lips, carefully considered what benefits would be if he really accepted this apprentice and what risks would be. Will anyone say that he colluded with foreigners to harm the safety of this dynasty? What a joke, who dares to tell Zhu Di like this?

Edward said a few more words, and the general translator said carefully: "The Earl said that he had dreamed of becoming the most powerful knight since he was a child, so he had been working hard to train himself. But when he arrived in the East, he found that his martial arts were really not worth mentioning. If the General could accept him as his apprentice, he would swear with his life and glory and be loyal to you for the rest of his life!"

This condition touched Lu Feng. If it was really as Edward said that as long as you are strong enough on the Western continent, it would be natural to establish a branch of the Yellow Dragon Gate in the West through Edward? Using their manpower to arm an army of Taoist practitioners... What's especially wonderful is that anyway, it's not the people of the Celestial Empire, so it won't be sad if you die. Think about it, tens of thousands of yellow-haired Japanese wielding flying swords rushed towards the Right Saint and others one after another. What a thrilling scene.

Lu Feng finally laughed, as if he saw an old hen wishing him a New Year's greeting. He smiled gracefully: "Very good, you are a very ambitious young man. How old are you? Oh, twenty-eight years old, how old are you older than me, haha! Cough, well, your ambition is very lofty, will you become the most powerful knight? This is not a problem. Follow me, in just two years, you will become the most powerful and unique knight in the entire West (very vague voice)!"

Edward followed the rules of the East and kowtowed desperately on the ground, and fell to the ground in a daze.

Lu Feng raised his hand, gently patted the general interpreter's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother, I will trouble you from now on. I want to learn their Western languages, and you also want to teach them the official language of our Ming Dynasty. Is it all up to you?"

The Hu Renren knelt down in surprise and thanked him repeatedly. What a beautiful thing to be able to get in touch with the big boss of the Jinyiwei, and I can't get it!

Lu Feng stood up with a smile, looked at Edward with excitement, and sighed leisurely: "The most powerful knight, hey, in the Central Plains, it is the most powerful general, he is indeed a brilliant ambition... At least, it is much stronger than me, Bai Xiaoyi and others. This kid is a talent!"
Chapter completed!