Chapter 219: Eunuch Hai, if you haven’t shown up yet, when will you?
Chapter 219: Eunuch Hai, if you haven’t shown up yet, when will you?
"Why worry?"
Outside the pavilion, next to the pond.
The empress in white held a heavy celadon jar in her slender hands.
The almost transparent green jade fingers were suspended above the water surface, rubbing gently, and fish food fell between the fingers.
Ripples spread out, like the scene of rain, and the koi in the pond also scrambled to the surface of the water and opened their mouths to absorb oxygen.
Mochou said:
"Ever since the Thousand-Faced God assassinated the imperial party officials, you secretly ordered the guards to disperse and keep an eye on some key figures, and even checked their interpersonal relationships in advance...
After all, the rebels are good at disguise and assassination, and they like to start with people close to them. The better the disguise, the more they need to observe and scout the place in advance, which is also known as 'leaving clues to follow'."
"Since Zhao Jisi was on the list, the You family was included in the scope of the imperial guards' investigation, and thus the identity of the so-called young master of the Lu family, Lu Baifeng, was questionable.
The You family reserved Zuiyue Tower yesterday, and Zhao Jisi went to South City before noon today... There might be a trap waiting for them."
She talked for a while, and suddenly said with enlightenment:
"Your Majesty, have you already made arrangements? So you are not worried?"
Xu Zhenguan was as cool and pure as a fairy, looking down at the dozens of koi carps crawling at her feet.
No direct answer, just said:
“The Jianghu Shadow Guards reported earlier that this Thousand Faces God is a meticulous assassin. He is fully prepared every time he makes a move. Since he became famous, he has rarely failed. If he fails, he will retreat.
Therefore, few people in the martial arts world even know the true extent of his Kung Fu. They only know that he is at the Divine Chapter Realm, and looks like both a warrior and a sorcerer.
In addition to his superb disguise skills, he also has a weapon ranked top 100 on the Jianghu Weapon List.
It is said to be a sword, while others say it is an umbrella. It has some connection with the Baiyi Sect, a martial arts sect that believes in the "God of Death" and is good at cursing.
This weapon can make the cursed person's luck worse, make the mind dazed, and lose the ability to be vigilant. Every time an important person is assassinated, a curse of at least seven days is usually carried out first, so that the target reveals a flaw...
The fourth disciple of Zhang Tianshi cultivated the two gods of joy and mourning at the same time, and his fortunes shifted and changed, and he seemed to have made great achievements. "
Mo Chou said with emotion:
"Your Majesty actually remembered a mere Divine Chapter monk so clearly. It is also an honor for this person."
Xu Zhenguan sighed softly and said:
“It would be a great honor for the officials in the capital if this man is not removed.”
Mochou said:
"Your Majesty has already made arrangements. If the other party shows up today, he will be captured to resolve the unrest in the court in recent days."
Xu Zhenguan remained silent. Could he be captured? She didn't know.
But he suddenly became very curious as to whether the little imperial guard was frightened and whether he could withstand a few attacks from the other party.
……
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"Thousand-Faced God!"
Inside Zuiyue Tower, an invisible curse power lingered in the air.
It is said that no one has ever seen the true appearance of the Thousand-Faced God, but at this moment, how could Zhao Duan not guess it?
Many clues converged in my mind, and I understood it in my heart.
He said expressionlessly:
"You are the young man from a powerful family whom You Zhande met on his way to Beijing. It was you who lured him into this killing situation today?"
Initially, he did not pay much attention to this small detail reported by his subordinates, but he did not expect that it was actually related to the rebel party of Kuangfu Society.
Based on this reverse speculation, this new branch leader might have already been planning to target me before entering Beijing.
But perhaps considering the fate of the Frost Sword, he did not carry out the assassination rashly, but instead got to know You Zhande under the identity of "Lü Baifeng", laying the groundwork for this plot.
Afterwards, he began to stab the officials one by one, drawing everyone's attention over there.
And today, the truth is revealed.
"You reacted quickly,"
The Thousand-Faced God looked at him with a smile, as if he could see through his thoughts, and said complacently:
"You guessed right. This time, my first target is you. These days, I killed those minions to create confusion and distract the court's attention, and also to lower your vigilance.
Oh, through those bloody words, I made you think that I was going to kill someone with someone else’s knife. The more you think so, the less you think that I will come to kill you.”
He looked down at her and sneered:
"I originally thought that even with all these tricks and the cursed luck, it would be difficult to get you into the game, but you are easier to deceive than I imagined. Of course, this is also due to the efforts of your relatives."
on the ground.
You Zhande was stunned.
My head was buzzing, and through the conversation between the two, I figured out what had happened.
The Thousand-Faced God... Of course he knew about the rebel assassin that had been rumored in the city these days.
But he never expected that the rebels were right beside him...Even before he went to Beijing, they had been deliberately trying to get close to him...It was ridiculous that he believed it and became a tool without knowing it.
As for Mrs. You and the fat boy, they had fainted.
Zhao Duan stood at the stairs, seemingly not afraid of the life-and-death crisis, or pretending to be calm:
"Are you so sure that you can kill me? Last time, Frost Sword was also like this, showing off in front of me."
The Thousand-Faced God said with great interest:
"I'm also curious about how you killed him. Also, the Taixu scroll he carried is on you, right? If you behave yourself and give me the scroll, I'll let you die more easily... Eh."
At this point, he raised his eyebrows.
He discovered that despite the illness caused by the curse, the physical condition of the court henchman in front of him did not deteriorate rapidly.
Instead, he stabilized. Although he was still weak, he was able to resist the power of "Shen Luo".
"Is it because of the martial arts inheritance of Great Yu's ancestors?"
The Thousand-Faced God made reasonable speculations.
What he didn't know was that what was actually clearing away the negative curse step by step was the dragon soul in Zhao Duan's qi sea, which had already shown signs of awakening.
The illusory dragon-shaped half-step god seemed to have sensed the external danger and was in a state of being about to wake up.
The Thousand-Faced God was wary of Zhao Duan. The reason he kept talking nonsense was that he was waiting for the power of the curse to strengthen.
Seeing this, he was unwilling to wait any longer. While speaking, the fan in his hand suddenly spun and flew out.
"Woo——"
The seemingly ordinary folding fan actually hides a secret; the fan ribs are made of gold and iron.
At this moment, he was empowered with the energy of the Divine Chapter Realm, dancing like a wheel, leaving an afterimage, and in a blink of an eye, he slashed fiercely at Zhao Duan's chest.
This attack was extremely sudden, and even if Zhao Duan was in perfect condition, it would be difficult to dodge it.
What about now?
However, this iron fan, which was powerful enough to smash a wall, made a clanging sound the moment it hit Zhao Duan's chest.
Accompanied by dazzling sparks.
Zhao Duan's clothes on his chest were torn, revealing the soft armor he was wearing underneath.
At the same time, the space around him twisted, and six golden talismans appeared out of thin air in the form of beams of light.
It formed a circle around him, spinning slowly, as if separating the three feet around him into a separate little world.
Zhao Duan was also covered with a set of illusory full body armor. "Six Talisman Armor!"
The Thousand-Faced God was stunned, and then uttered the name in astonishment mixed with joy.
The maid Qingniao, who was carrying a large black umbrella next to her, was also stunned.
As a man of the world, how could he be unfamiliar with this famous armor of the Qingshan lineage?
"The fake emperor actually gave you a precious armor for self-defense? No wonder you are so calm and composed. Do you think I can't do anything to you just because you put on a turtle shell?"
The Thousand-Faced God's tone was bitter and his eyes were greedy.
I was shocked, anxious, and delighted at the same time.
He was anxious because, according to legend, the turtle shell could withstand attacks from the mortal realm, and he could not break through the defense and kill Zhao thief in a short time.
I am so happy that if we succeed today, the spoils will be quite rich.
Just this precious armor is worth risking his life for.
"Today I will teach you the methods of this Lord God."
Qianmian stood on tiptoe, and the handsome and elegant young man suddenly revealed his hideous nature.
He pounced towards Zhao Duan.
However, the next second, a powerful fist came crashing down from the side with the force of shaking a mountain!
The Thousand-Faced God's expression changed, and he shook his sleeves lightly with a "pop" sound. He swept his right arm and blocked You Zhande's powerful punch.
"Chichi..."
Limbs collided, and sleeves were torn into willow catkins by the air currents.
Although the cultivation level of the You family head was superficial, he was still a warrior of high-level mortal realm, and he was also defeated by the cultivator of the Shenzhang realm.
His feet moved backward continuously with a "dengdengdeng" sound, and with each step, a deep footprint was left on the floor!
"Wow!"
The plump You Zhande spat out a small mouthful of blood, his teeth were scarlet, and his eyes were filled with a hint of madness.
Zhao Duan was stunned, surprised by the man's sudden outburst.
"you wanna die?"
The Thousand-Faced God's face was distorted, as if he was quite angry that he was ambushed by a loose warrior.
You Zhande wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and rushed forward again with determination in his eyes.
The legs are approaching in a walking stance, the hands are clenched into fists, and the back is like a bow.
He did not take action for Zhao Duan, but for his family.
When he realized that he had become an accomplice of the rebels in plotting against Zhao Duan.
This middle-aged man, who had lived in Xipingdao for most of his life and had earned his fortune through many shady means, knew that his family had no way out.
Today, if Zhao Duan died here, it would not matter whether the Thousand-Faced God would give his family of three a chance to live.
When the court masters arrive, the angry empress will surely vent her anger on the entire You family.
Under the charge of colluding with the rebel party, the entire family will be uprooted.
You Zhan De had no doubt about the ruthlessness of the empress, because anyone involved in the rebellious party would be guilty of a heinous crime punishable by genocide.
Therefore, his only way to survive is gambling!
Betting that Zhao Duan still has a trump card, betting that the court masters can arrive as soon as possible...
The worst outcome is death.
His entire family would be killed, but if he could avoid the destruction of his family after his death, as the head of the family, he would at least dare to face his ancestors in the underworld.
"Rumble..."
At this moment, You Zhande, who was ready to die, used his family's unique skills. Even though he was burdened with many curses and illnesses and was in very bad condition, his fists broke through the wind and created a series of sonic booms.
This punch revealed his true level of martial arts.
However, the Thousand-Faced God simply took a step, and his figure floated in the air, miraculously avoiding the punch.
Coming to his side, two iron-like fingers pressed towards You Zhande's shoulders.
"puff!"
The fingers instantly pierced through the shoulder blade, and bright red blood gushed out of two blood holes.
The maid Qingniao who was carrying a large umbrella approached like a ghost and pressed down with her palm.
You Zhande leaped up, crashed through the railings with a loud bang, and fell towards the lobby on the first floor like a cannonball. He fell to the ground and could hardly get up.
Zhao Duan watched the scene calmly.
In his two hanging sleeves, each arm was clasped with something.
With his left hand, he clasped a delicate, palm-sized silver scroll. By pressing the button, the illusory world would unfold, allowing him to gain a short period of time.
The most important thing is that on the surface of the scroll, a purple waist jade is faintly glowing.
As long as it is shattered, even if he is in a desperate situation, he can be teleported back to the empress's bedroom.
With his right hand grasping the Golden Crow Flying Knife, the blade was vibrating with the force added several times.
In the sea of qi, the dragon soul also showed signs of awakening.
Zhao Duan had a hunch that as long as he wanted, he could infuse the power of the dragon soul into the flying knife.
Back then, when he was a middle-level mortal, he swung a flying knife with all his strength and broke the defense of the Frost Sword of the Divine Realm.
Now, after being trained by the Empress and becoming a high-level warrior, with the help of a demigod-level treasure like Dragon Soul, what will it be like if I could strike with all my strength?
Can you cut off the head of a god?
Should I play it safe or go for it?
Zhao Duan's hands were still unsettled.
Or rather, waiting for something.
At this time, the Thousand-Faced God who had defeated You Zhande approached again, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
Zhao Duan's hands twitched as he finally made a decision.
He grasped the hilt of the Golden Crow Sword in his right hand, and the dragon soul in his sea of qi raised its head.
However, the next second, Zhao Duan let go of his hand, and Long Po suddenly fell into sleep again.
He sighed softly and said:
"If you don't show up, I'm really going to die."
……
Outside Zuiyue Tower.
On the rooftop, the chief priest of the imperial palace, dressed in a bright red dragon robe, stepped lightly on the ground.
When the boots fell, the solid tiles broke into pieces and turned into powder, leaving a big hole in the roof of the building.
The old eunuch with a hunchbacked figure and a face as tender as a baby fell down like an autumn leaf, with his hands behind his back.
The coughing sound has already resounded throughout Zuiyue Tower:
"Ahem, young people are impatient and want to torture an old man like me..."
(End of this chapter)