my fairy man simulator

Chapter 35 Wang Zhongyi's Poisonous Scheme
Following the barbarian king Ah Yan's order, countless barbarians chased outside the city one after another.

It's a pity that Gu Han's speed was already as fast as lightning, unrivaled. Let alone chasing him, it was almost impossible for ordinary barbarians to see his figure clearly.

As for the barbarian king Ayan, he was able to keep up with Gu Han's speed and was barely on par with him, but after the battle just now, he lost the courage to fight alone with him.

After all, if there is no cover from the army, it would be fine if Ah Yan beat himself for a short period of time, but once the time is long and his internal energy is exhausted, he may be beaten to death by the black robed monk.

"Wang Zhongyi, do you know the origin of this person, and why this king has never heard of it, even though he possesses shocking martial arts?"

When the blood-red handsome horse came up, Ah Yanda put down the bow and arrow in his hand fiercely, and asked Wang Zhongyi who bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows.

"Go back to the king, the subordinates don't know."

Hearing Ah Yan's questioning, Wang Zhongyi hastily replied respectfully, saying:
"This subordinate has been in the Central Plains martial arts for many years since he became a teacher decades ago, and he is absolutely familiar with the masters of all schools and schools in the Central Plains, but for this person, his subordinates really have no image.

Moreover, the subordinates usually travel around the rivers and lakes, and they have never heard of any masters in the Central Plains who can rival the king, even if they are not even suspected.

After all, the realm of the king is too powerful, even if the martial arts in the Central Plains have been counted for thousands of years, apart from Bodhidharma, the founder of the Baozhu Temple, the third generation of the patriarch Jueming and the No. Standing shoulder to shoulder with the king, it's really strange that such a person suddenly appeared now! "

Wang Zhongyi frowned, feeling that the monk just now seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it anyway.

In fact, this is normal. After all, Wang Zhongyi and Gu Han just said goodbye back then, unlike Wang Lang who had a deep memory of being defeated by a punch. In addition, after many years, Gu Han's appearance has changed a lot. Of course, Wang Zhongyi will not remember the immature boy growing into a steady young man.

"Okay! What a waste. After talking for a long time, it's as if I didn't say anything! Well, no matter who this person is, anyway, this king wants him to die! Wang Zhongyi, what can you do?"

Hearing Wang Zhongyi's explanation without saying anything, Ah Yanda couldn't help but get angrier, and asked Wang Zhongyi with hatred in his eyes.

"Back to the king, this..."

Wang Zhongyi's expression changed drastically when he heard the words, and he secretly groaned in his heart, but seeing Ah Yanda's increasingly gloomy expression, as if he was about to erupt in the next moment, he didn't dare to refuse explicitly, so he could only rack his brains to think of strategies until After about a stick of incense, a flash of inspiration finally came to my mind, and I came up with a plan:
"Your Majesty, my subordinates do have a plan, and they are sure to let that stinky donkey die, so as to vent the anger in your majesty's chest."

"Oh, what's the plan?"

Seeing Wang Zhongyi's well-thought-out appearance, A Yanda couldn't help being a little curious, and quickly asked Wang Zhongyi.

"Back to your Majesty, since the monk appeared at the foot of Baozhu Mountain, no matter whether he is a monk of Baozhu Temple or not, we can say that he has obtained the treasures left by Baozhu Temple. Thinking of him, Baozhu Temple has been standing since Bodhidharma opened it thousands of years ago. On the top of the martial arts forest in the Yan Kingdom, there are countless treasures in the temple.

Therefore, we can now falsely accuse that stinking monk of obtaining all the Great Return Pills left over from Baozhu Temple and the secrets of magical skills that break through the highest legendary realm handed down by the founder of the sect, Bodhidharma.

As the saying goes, people die for money, birds die for food!
As long as we release this news, no matter whether the news is true or not, there will definitely be no shortage of people in the Jianghu who want to kill that stinky donkey.

After all, treasures and magical skills have always been the object of competition among people in the world.In the past, the martial arts created by a martial artist with inner qi were enough to set off a bloodbath in the arena, not to mention the peerless magical arts that contain legendary mysteries.

As long as there is a glimmer of possibility, those people will never let it go.And although those people may not be good at martial arts, they are no match for the monk, but there are countless methods of drugging, seducing, intimidating and other low-handed methods.

At that time, let the stinky monk have three heads and six arms, can not eat or drink, and guard against the crisis that may come at any time day and night? "

Wang Zhongyi smiled sadly on his old face, and he couldn't help but feel very proud of the solution he thought of.

"Hahaha! It's really a good plan! Wang Zhongyi, you Yan people have a lot of ghosts, unlike us barbarians who only know how to fight and kill. It seems that in the future, this king should read more about the various cultural books of your Yan people. Okay!"

Ah Yanda laughed and sighed when he heard the words, and then said:
"Okay! Since this plan is so good, it's not too late. You call the painters to prepare a portrait, and then spread the news that the smelly monk has obtained the magic power and the treasure pill. The king wants to see what the smelly monk is doing. die!"

As Ah Yan said, he burst out laughing again.

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Gu Han didn't know the strategy of Wang Zhongyixian and Ah Yan's fight. After escaping from the pursuit of the barbarian army, he came to an unnamed barren mountain outside Xiongyuan City.

This is a barren mountain full of tombs. In the past, there were few people. In order to prevent the monks left by Baozhu Temple from being harmed, Gu Han deliberately chose this place as Jingyuan's burial place.

The tomb is very simple, there are no deep caves and caves for princes and nobles, there is only a small earthen pit, a thin coffin and a tombstone made of stone, on which there are several large characters drawn by Gu Han with his fingers:
"Senior brother Ran Da's spirit seat, senior brother Gu Han and Jiazi year, established on the 23rd of the Wuxu month."

"Brother, brother, I came to see you today. I have already avenged you. Next, brother will start to travel around the world and help you find your parents. I don't know when we will see you next time. If you really There is a soul in the sky, please bless your senior brother, I will find your parents as soon as possible, and fulfill your wish!"

In front of the simple tomb, Gu Han was holding a wine bowl in his hand, talking to himself, recalling Jing Yuan's voice and smile these years, he still feels a little sad in his heart.

This was the first friend he met in this life, and he also treated him with sincerity without expecting anything in return. Now that he died like this, he was really saddened.

It's just that the dead are dead, and the living should move on.The crisis in his reality has not yet been resolved. With his current strength, which can be called a half-step second-rate master, it is natural to sweep everything in this world and be invincible. Among them, there is still more than one mention.

Because in the armies of the two countries, a random commander has already cultivated internal strength, and if he cooperates with the many martial arts in the army, his strength will increase greatly. Even if it is not as good as he is now, it will not be much worse. Musha.

As for the commander, in the tens of millions of armies of the two countries, he is just a middle- and lower-level officer. Above him are the school lieutenant, the commander-in-chief, the general, and the most powerful marshal.

Under such a powerful army, Gu Han's strength is comparable to that of a half-step second-rate expert, not to mention cannon fodder, but it is only good enough to protect himself. If he meets a second-rate expert casually, he may die with hatred.

Therefore, for him, although he is already invincible, the remaining time in this world should not be wasted. It is best to quickly break through the inner energy, and then master the few martial arts left by Bodhidharma in his lifetime. , or even create a method of internal strength and mentality to break through the second-rate realm.

However, if one wants to create a method of internal energy, one must collect all kinds of martial arts created by those with strong internal energy, and gather the wisdom of hundreds of schools of thought.

After all, as inner qi fighters, although no one of them has ever created an inner qi method, they have always been exploring the use of inner qi. With their inspiration, coupled with the insights in the mind of "Gu Han" in the previous life, Although it is difficult to create a complete inner strength method, in the end, there is still a glimmer of hope.

"Let's go!"

Gu Han gulped down the water and wine in the bowl, then threw the bowl, and finally strode towards the distance.

(End of this chapter)