Strange Longevity: Starting from Alchemy for the First Emperor

Chapter 78 Girls are not suitable (read more!)
"Walk."

Ghost Mountain Child Elder jumped onto Taotie's shoulders, almost without hesitation, Ghost Mountain Taotie wanted to escape with Child Elder.

However, the two of them never thought of it.

When they wanted to turn around and run away, a strong suction came, and it was impossible for the two of them to move in place. Their bodies were sucked away like duckweed. When they reacted, they were already ferociously The Buddha is in his hands.

Even Taotie's twelve-foot body struggles like a chicken in the hands of the three-foot-long Buddha.

'how is this possible? ! '

Horror rose in Ghost Mountain Child Elder's heart, and a voice fell into her ears.

"Amitabha, the immeasurable deity."

The voice settled.

Before the Guishan couple could react.

'Snapped'.

The Buddha grabbed the Guishan couple's hands and clapped them together eleven times.

It was like two watermelons collided, turning into two puddles of meat with a 'bang', and the air was filled with blood mist.

The illusory six-armed ferocious Buddha intertwined with extreme aura gradually dissipated after killing Guishan and his wife.

Wen Xin's shiny bald head was shining under the moonlight, his teeth were white and his lips were red, and he was smiling, folded his body and swung his sleeves, and walked step by step. The guards around him were shocked by this scene and dared not stop him at all.

"I want to write wonderful flowers, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are all in the painting.

I want to play chess to control the world, and to rule the world in black and white.

I want to ask Huangliang in a dream, and the nine-day fairy stands against the wind.

I want to ask for longevity, and I am free and happy without heart or dream. "

After reading his favorite doggerel, he put his hands behind his back and kicked up against the wind.

.....................

After a cup of tea, the Dragon's Rest Hall.

The first emperor, Yuzheng, was leaning on the imperial couch, with black hair like black ink, and stars, sun and moon in his eyes.

Calculated according to time, the current Shihuang is nearly fifty years old, but he looks like a young man in his early twenties.

In this temple, one is standing, and the other is giving a seat.

Standing is the doctor Ling Gaoyao, and sitting is the national teacher Feng Qiwu.

"Your Majesty, the assassins have all been executed."

Liu Qionghai from the Liu family and Sima Zhong from the Sima family fought to the point of exhaustion under the siege of Dengxianlou Dasiming, Tieyige Jianglang, Tongtian Tower Zhou Wuji, and thousands of forbidden troops.

"My lord, you deserve death!"

Gao Yao plopped on his knees and pleaded guilty first.

As Lang Zhongling, he was in charge of the Lieyang Palace Forbidden City, so he allowed so many assassins to infiltrate the palace.

Shi Huang didn't look at Gao Yao, but looked at the palace, where there were two stalls of meat paste wrapped in cloth, these were the corpses of the Guishan couple who had just been transported from the gate of the palace.

"A rich burial."

A word out.

Immediately, the forbidden army entered and carried the shroud down.

Shi Huang waved his hand slightly, Gao Yao hastily saluted again, got up and retreated.

From the fact that Shi Huang did not punish him at all, it can be seen that Shi Huang loved him.

And regarding this assassination, although Shihuang was angry, he obviously didn't take it seriously, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for only these extremes to appear.

After all, just climbing the Immortal Tower, Tieyi Pavilion, and Tongtian Pagoda, plus the offerings in Lieyang Palace, the number of extreme masters is no less than thirty.

There is a saying, the more you are assassinated, the more you get used to it.

It's just that Shihuang Yuzheng was somewhat displeased with the killing of the Guishan couple. After all, in order to feed these two extreme priests, thousands of lifeless lives were spent over the years.

As for the person who killed Guishan and his wife, Yuzheng naturally knew that it was Wenxin, the younger brother of Taoist Tianzong Daoist. In the ears of the First Emperor.

This means that the national teacher Feng Qiwu and that Wenxin are not in the same way.

The national teacher is still the national teacher of Daying, the person who determined the destiny for Daying.

"I summoned the national teacher in the middle of the night because I have something to do."

Yu Zheng looked at Feng Qiwu who was sitting.

After a short pause, with a slight wave of his fingers, all the maids and servants in the palace bowed and retreated, and closed the palace door tightly.

"Recently, I always feel that my body is light, as if my soul is flying out of my body."

"The Soul of the Most Desired Man" "Yu Zheng"

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Dengxianlou, a small courtyard.

No matter how much the imperial army searched, they would never find Dengxian Tower, let alone Chuci's small courtyard.

At night and early winter, light snow falls.

Under the sycamore tree, Xiaobai swings on a swing, her twin ponytails swaying in the wind.

East House.

Qing Ya lay on the couch, suspiciously looking at the masked man beside her.

Her heart couldn't stop speeding up a little.

In fact, she guessed it the moment she was picked up by this man.

That familiar breath must be him.

Under Qing Ya's gaze, Chu Ci slowly took off the bamboo mask.

Using the name of Confucianism to act is a temporary idea.

After all, there are only a few people in the world who know that the magic sword "Yehuo Honglian" is in his hands, so don't worry too much about revealing your identity.

When the Chu Ci mask was taken off, even though she had already guessed it, Qing Ya's heart beat faster and her eyes were flushed.

She never thought that he would take the risk to save herself.

"Master Chu, I..."

Qing Ya's face turned pale, her breath was suspended, she coughed uncontrollably, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth unstoppable.

"I didn't make peace with that Yu Zheng..."

Even if it is coughing up blood, Qing Ya will finish this sentence.

Or for her, explaining this matter to Chu Ci is extremely important.

"I know."

From the time the first emperor entered the Dragon's Breath Hall, Chu Ci had been watching. It took only a few minutes before and after, and it was not so fast to simply take off his clothes.

Unless the first emperor who ruled the world was an extreme fast gunner.

Chu Ci waved his hand, and several silver needles came out of his sleeve and landed on Qing Ya's body.

After a few breaths, his brows furrowed tightly.

Qingya's injuries were more serious than he thought.

Without a moment's hesitation, 36 silver needles flew out instantly.

Shenting, Sizhukong, Dicang, Tiantu, Xuanji, Huagai...

36 silver needles, criss-crossed and circling, one after another, precisely fell on various acupuncture points on Qingya's body.

However, despite the needles, Qingya's vitality is still being lost.

"My lord, you don't need to spend any more effort..."

"Qingya knows that there is no help..."

"It's Qingya's luck to meet the young master in this life."

Qing Ya was slightly curled up, her blue hair was loose, and her light red dress was torn in many places during the fight, revealing her fair skin was stained with blood, like a beautiful flower that was about to wither.

Consciousness Sea was drowsy, but she bit the corner of her mouth tightly, using the pain to prevent herself from falling asleep.

Because she knows.

This sleep may be forever.

She had no attachments in this world, but she still wanted to...

Look at the person in front of you again.

Chu Ci frowned, raised his hand and grabbed it, and 36 silver needles flew out of the acupuncture point.

'There is only one way. '

In the Shennong Pharmacopoeia, there is a set of needles called "Su Nu", which has miraculous healing effects on women, but the conditions used are relatively harsh, and those who need medical treatment and the injured are naked.

"I need to undress you."

After Chuci finished speaking, he did not wait for Qingya to respond.

With a wave of sleeves, the energy passed by, and the light red dress was raised in the wind, swaying down under the light yellow candlelight in the house...

A quarter of an hour later, outside the house.

Xiao Bai, who was swinging on a swing, was attracted by the flickering candlelight in the house, and subconsciously cast his gaze.

"It's not suitable for young girls, and you must not watch it for little devil girls."

Wen Xin didn't know when she appeared in this courtyard, her shiny bald head happened to block Xiao Bai's sight.

At this time, there was a slight whining sound,

Wen Xin's eyes flicked across the window of the East House.

The flickering candlelight is reflected on the window paper, showing the 'missionary style'.

"Ugh."

"Do young people treat illnesses like this?"

(End of this chapter)