My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 60 I'm Piaomiaoguan Hanxian's Disciple Fu Ling'er, Help!

In the tea stall built with reeds and hay outside the north gate of Zhao Kingdom's imperial capital.

Two women, one big and one small, unkempt and unkempt, sat down and ordered two bowls of rough tea.

The woman in her [-]s and [-]s had a dusty face and was wearing a loose coarse cloth, which made her appearance and figure hard to see.

The other one was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his face was covered in dust like a cat. Even the most impatient man was not interested in taking a second look.

Originally, the two women just wanted to rest their feet and go to the city after sitting for a while, but they were attracted by the voices of chattering in the tea stall.

A dozen or so men in sackcloth, aged from sixteen to seventeen to forty or fifty, rested their feet and drank tea with their chests exposed, chatting about the breaking news that just happened in the imperial capital:

"The immortal who can decide the life and death of us mortals with just one thought is really amazing. I will go back this time and plan to offer incense to the tablet of Guanzhu Piaomiao, and ask him to bless him every day!"

"That's a living god! I was already dead, but I was saved by Han Xian. Such a god doesn't worship, what else is there to worship!"

"Who said no?"

"Thousands of people were already dead. As a result, Han Xian waved nectar while raising his hand. Except for a few, most of them were rescued, and there was nothing wrong with them being alive and kicking."

"There are tens of thousands of injured people. I saw with my own eyes an old man whose arm was broken. The severed hand was so severe that even the stubble of the bones could be seen. Hey, guess what? It turned out to be intact again! "

Surprise flashed in the eyes of the two women, one big and one small, subconsciously holding their breath and pricking up their ears to listen.

"Hmph, isn't there still more than 50 people who were rescued? Besides, the one who caused such a catastrophe to the people of our imperial capital is that Guanzhu Han? He deserves to save people!"

"The Nascent Soul boss of the Spiritual Sect blew himself up at the instigation of Han Xian? Don't talk nonsense if you don't know!"

"Isn't the old monster Nascent Soul forced to blew himself up? If the surnamed Han doesn't force him, he'll blow himself up when he's full?"

"Shut up!"

"fool!"

"I, Da Zhao, have always obeyed the principle of resentment and revenge. The corpses of the immortals belonged to Han Xian. The old monsters of the Dilingzong, Jinchan Temple and Shenxiaojianzong sects were greedy. How could it be possible for Han Xian not to take revenge if he said that he still killed Piaomiaoguan and wanted to keep all the chickens and dogs of Piaomiaoguan slaughtered?"

"He suppressed all the monks who killed Piao Miao Temple, so it's okay to kill them? Why come to the imperial capital to cause this disaster?"

"Hahahaha, boy, what do you mean, if someone breaks into your house, arrests your wife and children, tortures them to death and imprisons them, all you need to do is arrest the strongman who broke into your house? The tortured and imprisoned wives and children also Don't worry about it?"

"Hmph, rhetoric!"

"Is this kid a fool?"

"Come, come, drink tea, don't bother with that idiot with a brain problem!"

"Yes, what do you want to do with him? A fool who can't tell good from bad!"

"Hey, do you guys have any news about Han Xian's disciple Fu Ling'er? When Han Xian left the imperial capital, he announced that as long as he could provide information about his disciple Fu Ling'er or his servant Chen Cui, he would give him a great reward from Xian Yuan."

"Just think about it, brother, but don't keep thinking about it, how can you have such good luck?"

……

The two women, one big and one small, whose faces were stained with dust, looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

at this time.

"Tat-tat-tat..." came the rapid sound of horseshoes.

Several weird men in robes and bamboo hats riding dragon blood horses blocked in front of the tea stand.

The leader among the seven was a noble young man in his twenties who was dressed in a luxurious brocade robe with a jade pendant hanging from his waist and his face was like a crown jade.

The remaining six attendants were completely enclosed in robes and bamboo hats, and they couldn't even see whether they were male or female.

"Huh? Miss Ling'er, what a coincidence?" The young master caught a glimpse of the girl with a dusty face, pretended to be pleasantly surprised, dismounted and walked quickly.

The six weirdos behind him moved in unison, silently blocking all directions of the tea stand.

Fu Ling'er sneered: "Hey, I've followed you all the way to the imperial capital, you don't want these zombies to catch me, do you? Even Emperor Zhao doesn't allow things like zombies to appear!"

A gleam of lust flickered in your son's eyes: "Miss Ling'er misunderstood."

"We met in Lingzhou, passed through Taizhou and Huanzhou all the way through the mountains, and met again in the imperial capital. Doesn't it mean that we are destined to meet each other four times?"

"Xiaosheng has absolutely no intention of offending the beautiful woman. Is Miss Ling'er misunderstood the six brothers under Xiaosheng's command?"

"Although they are zombies, they never take the initiative to harm others, and it is even more impossible for them to think against the young lady."

"Ling'er, we met five or six times along the way, this is the fate destined by heaven!"

"Is this your first time in the capital?"

"Xiaosheng is very familiar with the imperial capital. Xiaosheng grew up here since he was a child. It's delicious and fun. You can't hide it from Xiaosheng. Why don't you let Xiaosheng accompany you to take a look at the splendor of this imperial capital?"

Chen Cui beside Fu Linger, like the dozen or so tea customers in the tea stand, trembled nervously, subconsciously grasping Fu Linger's little hand tightly and dare not let go.

The little girl was fearless, grabbed Chen Cui's sweaty hand with her backhand, and sneered:

"So, I have thrown myself into a den of thieves?"

The aristocrat laughed and approached Fu Ling'er slowly, the heat in his affectionate eyes almost cooked him:

"Linger!"

"How can you say that?"

"Ask the people here, how can it be a den of thieves if the mighty capital of the Zhao Empire has been in existence for 800 years and Wuhua Tianbao has outstanding people?"

"Crack~"

The young master reached out to grab Fu Ling'er's hand, but was slapped open.

"Ling'er, why do you always misunderstand Xiaosheng's kindness?"

"Look at you, how much dust is on such a perfect cheek? I just want to wipe it for you, nothing else!"

"pat pat pat~"

The six blocked Fu Ling'er's escape route, and the zombies who were waiting in bamboo hats approached at the same time as your young master moved.

"Boom...boom!"

The dozen or so mortals drinking tea in the tea stall dodged in panic, giving way to the approaching zombies, and overturned several tables and chairs at once.

Zombies are not unfamiliar to the people of the imperial capital.

Because evil cultivators often bring refined zombies into the city, but still no one is not afraid.

Zombies with masters in the Great Flame World are not low-level things like jumping and walking.

Those who can be taken away by evil cultivators are all zombies above the level of wandering corpses that ordinary people can't even realize if they can move freely and wear a bamboo hat.

跳僵
白僵
黑僵
游僵
活僵
fly dead
Zombies from low to high grade six must at least be refined and cultivated to the zombie state, so that evil cultivators dare to take them with them at ease.

With a stiff head, his strength is comparable to that of a foundation-building monk, and in terms of defense, he is much stronger than that of a foundation-building monk.

The six-headed wandering zombie approached, but Fu Ling'er didn't panic at all, instead she smiled and said:
"Hey, who is that!"

"Are you trying to do something bad to me?"

"Don't be too busy denying it. If you want to do bad things to me, you have to let me know who you are, whether you have any prominent status, and whether you are worthy of me?"

"Ling'er, are you willing to be Xiaosheng's woman?" Your son was pleasantly surprised.

"Tell me who you are first."

"Also, keep your zombies away from me, disgusting!"

During the nearly [-]-mile pursuit, Fu Linger escaped four or five times in a row. Your young master knew her eccentricity well, as if he didn't hear her request, he still drove the wandering corpses to encircle him step by step.

"Ling'er, Xiaosheng's godfather is the King of Weiyi County of Great Zhao. If you follow Xiaosheng, you will have everything you need, whether it is cultivation resources, power, wealth or honor. This...doesn't wrong you?"

You Zong with six heads and a bamboo hat surrounded Fu Linger and Chen Cui, making it impossible for her to break out of the encirclement no matter which direction she ran from.

Fu Ling'er smiled sweetly: "But you haven't told me, son, what's your name?"

"It's easy, as long as Ling'er is willing to call Xiaosheng a husband, Xiaosheng..."

"Master!" Fu Ling'er bowed her head pretending to be shy.

The noble son smiled happily, and laughed loudly: "Okay, ma'am, you have to remember, you are the master of the dead for the husband!"

Fu Ling'er took a deep breath in an instant, and shouted loudly towards the gate of the imperial capital:

"I'm Piaomiaoguan Hanxian's disciple --- Fu Ling'er, help me!"

"The real master of the corpse urged the zombies to try to defile me. Whoever saves me will be rewarded heavily by master Han Xian!"

Be it the mortals around, the generals guarding the city gate a hundred meters away, or even the corpse-riding real person, everyone was stunned.

"Boom~"

In the city, three or four cultivators rushed out of mid-air, regardless of the strict order to ban the air.

Immediately afterwards, more monks rushed out of the city gate madly, or vacated their pilots and flew over.

Fu Ling'er let out a loud roar, and at least one-fifth of the area in the imperial capital heard the sound. This was originally the city with the largest number of monks from all sides in the Zhao Kingdom. Usually, two great Confucian scholars sit in town, and no monk would jump out to show his extraordinary in spite of the ban.

But when Fu Ling'er yelled, the monks in the imperial capital who had just been suppressed by Han Shouwei suddenly turned red-eyed and went crazy.

(End of this chapter)