Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 25 The whereabouts of the three nine-turn golden pills

Jiang Qingyu was not surprised that Mengren guessed her purpose.

After all, among the maidservants, "Jingzhe" is the best at cultivating dead men, ambush eyeliners, and gathering intelligence.

Speaking of which, the acquaintance between myself and Mengren is very fateful.

On a rainy night 12 years ago, Jiang Qingyu met a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in a ruined temple outside the city.

The girl was born beautiful, even if she smeared mud and charcoal on her face, and wore a rough cloth of a domestic servant, she couldn't hide her natural beauty, and her outstanding temperament was hard to forget at a glance.

In the ruined temple, apart from the girl, there was also a blood-stained Buddha statue, five corpses dressed as domestic servants, and a dozen well-trained thieves holding swords.

The thieves were laughing wildly, looking at the girls' figures unscrupulously, and some of them were even secretly guessing the order of the girls' belonging.

The girl was crying bitterly holding a dead body.

She quietly clenched a dagger in her left hand, trying to kill herself by wiping her neck while no one was paying attention, so as not to end up in a more miserable end.

At that time, Jiang Qingyu's yin body walked into the ruined temple.

At a glance, he recognized from the personnel arrangement and knife-holding techniques of a dozen thieves that they were not real thieves, but belonged to the Chu army.

And from the accent, it can be heard that it is from Yongzhou, where the Jiang family dominates.

Jiang Qingyu walked to the Buddha statue, observed several corpses, and wanted to find out their origins and the reason why they were chased to Bingzhou by soldiers from Yongzhou disguised as bandits.

Ordinary people can't see the Yin body in the night tour state, so the dozen or so thieves didn't notice that there was one more person in the temple, but a few impatient young people took a few steps forward, and couldn't help but want to get started To tear the girl's clothes.

But the girl suddenly raised her head, fixed her eyes on the location of the Buddha statue, and shouted loudly:

"help me!"

"Please, save me!"

"I can give you anything!"

As soon as this remark came out, the thieves immediately laughed louder:
"Haha, she is asking for help from the Buddha statue?"

"Is this girl doll crazy?"

"It's better to beg my brother than to ask for a Buddha statue! Beg a few more times, maybe my brother will be gentler to you later!"

"a ha ha ha!"

……

Only Jiang Qingyu understood that the girl was not asking for a Buddha statue, she was asking for herself.

Obviously, she is different from ordinary people.

She can see her own private body!

Based on this alone, Jiang Qingyu has enough reason to save her.

Just at this time, a bandit pulled out a big knife and slashed at the Buddha statue:
"Girl doll, do you believe in Buddhism?"

"Heh, it's hard to protect the Buddha himself, so how can he protect you?"

The rest also laughed and echoed:

"Yeah, cut it off, I hate the bald donkey the most in my life!"

"Haha, who isn't!"

Amidst the unscrupulous laughter of many thieves, the sword drew an arc in the air——

Then it stopped strangely on top of the Buddha statue.

The laughter of the thieves also stopped abruptly.

In the ruined temple, an oil lamp is about to run out.

Under the dim light, the old Buddha statue clasped its hands together and faced the crowd with a smile. His cassock was stained with blood, and a big knife hung above his head.

"Third, what are you doing? Cut it down hard?"

"Third son, you don't believe in Buddhism, do you?"

"Haha, I think he put all his strength on the belly of the girls!"

However, the bandit known as the third child was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and there was only one thought in his mind:
"Damn... no, the Buddha has appeared!"

That night, Jiang Qingyu slaughtered thirteen thieves in front of the Buddha statue, and after burying the corpses of several domestic servants and a dozen thieves together, he gave the girl a new name:

Shocked.

……

The general is drunk.

Jiang Qingyu and Mengren sat on the ground.

He took the teacup with a smile, glanced at the mouth of the cup, and saw a trace of red lips on the rim of the cup facing himself, so he turned the cup around a little before pouring the rest of the tea into the small hole of the mask Pour it into your mouth and drink it down.

"Is the young master despising slaves?"

The dreamer pretended to be angry, his eyes were watery, and he was extremely charming.

Jiang Qingyu remained indifferent.

The dreamer saw that the master was not in a good mood, so he stopped teasing him, but corrected his posture, and talked about the business:

"Jiang Bei's condition worsened half a month ago. Although the second wife Jiang Jing and the housekeeper Xu Erhu concealed the news from the outside world, it's hard to find anything in the world that I can't find."

"As early as half a month ago, the palace had been sending people to contact several hidden sect families in an attempt to buy a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir. Even the head of the Jiang family in Yongzhou went to the south of the Yangtze River in person to meet with a congenital No. The legend of the fourth-grade star picking realm talked about this matter."

"But so far, neither side has made much progress."

"There is no news from the capital for the time being. The ghosts in the underworld have not seen any actions by the royal family of Chu about rejecting the northern palace, but the possibility that the palace has already communicated with the royal family cannot be ruled out."

"Based on the heavy reliance on King Jubei by Emperor Jing Hong of Chu, if he heard the news that King Jubei was critically ill, there would be more than half of the probability that he would order someone to quietly go north with the Nine-Turn Golden Pill, and come to the palace to continue the continuation of King Jubei. Life."

"After all, the Northern Territory cannot lose the King of Rejecting the North for the time being."

"One and a half months later is the New Year's Eve. Once the New Year's Eve is over, it will be the beginning of spring. Hundreds of thousands of troops from hundreds of tribes in Beidi have already sharpened their scimitars. When the spring begins, they will definitely go south to plunder."

"If King Rejecting the North is dead, the three states in the northern region will lose their backbone, and they will be busy fighting for power internally and neglect to defend against external enemies."

The dreamer paused for a moment, then said:

"And the young master's current power is not enough to gain the most from the internal struggle for power."

"..."

Jiang Qingyu frowned after listening to Mengren's analysis:

"At this time, it is too early to think about internal struggles. My original intention of establishing the underworld was not to be the lord of the northern border."

"I just want to know now, how can I get a Nine Rank Golden Pill in the shortest possible time?"

Mengren smiled confidently, and at the same time pulled out a piece of paper from under the table, and handed it forward:
"The servant girl is ready for the son."

"The whereabouts of the three nine-turn golden pills are written on the paper, and they are also the three life-saving pills that the young master is most likely to get right now."

Jiang Qingyu scanned it quickly.

The owners of the three golden pills have their own backgrounds.

The first one is a legendary figure named Yu Yi who is in the fourth rank of innate star picking realm.

The second person's martial arts cultivation base is only the innate second-rank Haoyue realm, and he is a direct descendant of a hermit family.

The third one is an eunuch who came out of the capital, and was born in the third grade of the Sunshine Realm.

The dreamer explained:
"About the Nine-Turn Golden Pill, I have three suggestions for the young master, which are divided into three strategies."

"One is to find the old sword master Yu Yi, and exchange the favor of the three-year residence in the Sutra Pavilion for a golden elixir. With the old sword sage's state of mind, he will definitely not embarrass you, and there is a [-]% certainty that he can get the golden elixir , no matter how bad it is, there will be no danger of life, it is the best policy."

Jiang Qingyu thought of the sword formation guarding the abyss under Qianjian Lake, shook her head and said:
"The old Juggernaut owes nothing to the palace."

"And just yesterday, I got the inheritance of swordsmanship left by his old man in the Sutra Pavilion."

The dreamer said in surprise:
"The maidservant only found out about this."

"From this point of view, even if it is to maintain the master-student relationship between the young master and the old sword master, it is not suitable to go to him to ask for the golden core."

"..."

Jiang Qingyu was speechless.

This woman is meticulous and reassuring, but she has a shortcoming——

He only puts his own son's interests first, and he can do anything for it, even abandoning humanity.

"Then take the middle policy."

Mengren pointed to the second line of words on the paper and introduced:

"Chen Feng, the innate second grade Haoyue Realm, the number three member of the Chen family in Qingzhou."

"The Chen family in Qingzhou was wiped out by five or six enemies a month ago. The whole family of 320 or [-] people escaped only Chen Feng!"

"He is carrying a few treasures from the Chen family under pressure, and among them is a Nine-Turn Golden Pill."

"Chen Feng fled to Youzhou recently, and the ghosts of the underworld have grasped his general movements, but the forces that wiped out the Chen family have sent a group of people to hunt and kill him, and among them there is no less than one-handed genius. A second-grade master."

"But I believe that the young master can handle it alone."

(End of this chapter)