Strange Longevity: Starting from Alchemy for the First Emperor

Chapter 81 The Plan to Kill the King of Clouds (Please read more!)

"Confirmed?"

Yun Zhongjun's voice was obviously a little excited.

Ever since the "Poxuan" trained with the five internal organs of the contemporary Guigu was snatched by Gai Ming Weilong, Yun Zhongjun began to raise the next set of materials for refining "Poxuan".

Among them, Lord Yunzhong has already decided on the main medicine.

This main medicine is definitely better than Guigu Cangya, because the day Yunzhongjun entered Lieyang, he was preparing for this medicine.

Originally, Yun Zhongjun planned to take this medicine to try to break through a higher limit after breaking through the Great Master Xuanyou, but now he can only use it in advance.

But in fact, the auxiliary medicine is the most troublesome thing for Yun Zhongjun.

For the last set of supplementary medicine, Yun Zhongjun spent countless financial resources and material resources, and it took nearly ten years to prepare it, and many of the medicinal materials were already isolated, and it was impossible to find a second one.

But if you have the "Heavenly Spirit Body", then you don't need to look for any lonely traces, just use this "Heavenly Spirit Body" as a supplementary medicine.

"Self-inspection."

Shao Siming's eyes were completely calm.

"But you said that his realm has reached the level of a junior master, and his strength is even comparable to that of the extreme."

"The body of the heavenly spirit cannot be practiced."

The so-called "Heavenly Spirit Body" is just a rare physique. Since the Warring States Period, there have only been three people in the records, and the most recent one was a hundred years ago.

But whoever lives in this world, even an ordinary person who doesn't practice at all, will still have that strange air of heaven and earth in his body, after all, you have to breathe.

However, the "body of the heavenly spirit" will not retain the slightest strange energy in the body.

Of course, because of this, having a "body of the heavenly spirit" means that you can't practice, at most you can exercise your muscles, keep fit and so on.

Except for the perverted Yun Zhongjun, the so-called "heavenly spirit body" is nothing more than trash in the eyes of the people of the world.

"Because of this, subordinates dare not make arbitrary decisions, and the emperor must decide."

Shao Si Ming lowered his eyes slightly.

Her purpose is to make Yun Zhongjun interested in Chuci.

"In this way, I am looking forward to tomorrow."

There is a strong sense of anticipation in Jun Yunzhong's charming eyes.

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An hour later.

Night, midnight.

Climbing to Xianlou, the fourth floor.

Shao Si ordered to stand on the bank of the watchtower, and the wind blew through Qingsi.

"Young Master, the tea is ready."

Ah Qiang, wearing a white board mask, stood beside him, his voice like a subwoofer.

Shao Siming glanced at the tea table in the room, there was a pot of tea there, which was prepared for tomorrow.

"Young gentleman, when that person was refining alchemy in the alchemy building in the palace, he always drank Azhen's tea, and he already had Azhen's heart burial Gu in his body. This kind of Gu insect can survive even if it is refined by fire. Then enter the pill."

"It's just that before he sees Jun Yunzhong tomorrow, Shaojun invites him to drink tea, whether it will be a bit deliberate."

Ah Qiang thought for a while and said.

"I want to see him drink it with my own eyes."

Shao Si Ming's voice sounded ruthless and cold.

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The next day.

Morning begins.

It snowed heavily all night, and the tops of the plane trees were covered with snow.

Chu Ci got up early to practice sword in this courtyard.

Xiaobai was swinging on the swing, every time he went back and forth, the branches would tremble slightly, and the snow on them would shake off a little.

The sword is like flying flowers, every time the sword falls, the tip of the sword will be dotted with snowflakes.

Qing Ya just leaned against the door frame of the east room, wearing Chu Ci's sable cloak, watching quietly, with an involuntary smile on her face.

She wished that time could stay at this moment forever.

There is no national hatred, no family hatred, and no hope of thousands of Qingguo people.

Only, each other.

When the set of swords was finished, Chu Ci raised his head slightly, letting the snowflakes fall on his face.

"Ghost Valley vertical and horizontal..."

Since receiving the true biography of Gaiming Yijian, Chu Ci gradually had a different understanding of Guigu's vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, which was combined with the mysterious feeling produced by Weilong's sword.

The vertical sword is unparalleled in sharpness, and the horizontal sword is unparalleled in dominance.

And what if the Ling Rui of the vertical sword is combined with the domineering of the horizontal sword? !

Chu Ci had a whim, the strongest sword move of Guigu Zongheng Swordsmanship might not be 'Flying Rainbow Piercing the Sun' and 'Floating Life Ten Thousand Blades'.

On top of this, there may be something even stronger, that is a sword move that perfectly integrates vertical and horizontal.

But the current Chu Ci only has an extremely vague concept, and it is foreseeable that it will be a long way to fully understand it.

Withdrawing the sword, Chu Ci looked at Qing Ya.

"You will live in this small courtyard for a few days. After a few days, I will take you to a place."

After all, Chu Ci broke his body.

"Master Chu, where are you going?"

Seeing that Chu Ci was about to leave, Qing Ya couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

"There are some things to deal with. You can stay here with peace of mind. With Xiaobai protecting you, you will not be in danger."

After Xiaobai activated the Four Swords Style, and his own demonized body, both defense and attack power far surpassed that of a human body, and he was almost invincible under extreme conditions.

After all, Chu Ci left the small courtyard directly.

A quarter of an hour later.

Climb to Xianlou, the fourth floor where Shao Siming is located.

This time the conversation was not at the watchtower, but at the side of the tea case, Shao Siming knelt and sat opposite Chu Ci.

As for Chu Ci, he didn't like the way of kneeling and sitting in this era, sitting cross-legged with his legs crossed.

Ah Qiang, who was on the side, poured tea from a pot.

Chu Ci calmly watched Shao Si Ming.

"I said earlier that I will inform you of the plan to kill Yunzhong."

Shao Si Ming said.

"Ah."

Chu Ci nodded slightly.

He was indeed curious about what this young master wanted to do.

"I have searched all over the world and found a medicine. As long as Yun Zhongjun takes this medicine, his strength will be reduced by [-]% within a stick of incense, and this stick of incense is our chance to kill him."

"All you have to do is to find a way to make Yun Zhongjun take this medicine."

After all, Ah Qiang next to him put a palm-sized blue-purple wooden box on the tea table in due course.

"Yun Zhongjun refines the elixir offered to Shihuang, and he will take it himself. You only need to refine this medicine into it."

Listening to Shao Si Ming's words, he looked at the blue and purple wooden box on the tea table.

Chu Ci's face remained unchanged, but he smiled in his heart.

At this moment, Chu Ci concluded that the young commander was trying to trick him.

What an international joke.

In my previous life, I went from an orphan to the VP of a group executive of the top ten Internet factories. The mind I played with when I climbed up is not much less than the court's scheming.

What Shao Si Ming said made sense at first glance.

But there is a loophole.

If you just wanted to poison Jun Yunzhong, then why did you have to spend so much effort to get yourself involved.

Since the elixir taken by the first emperor, Yun Zhongjun will also take a share, so even Luo Zhiyu can ensure that the poison is refined into the elixir sent to the first emperor. After many years, it is impossible to be inferior to Luo Zhiyu.

If he hadn't come into contact with Luo Zhiyu, perhaps Chu Ci would not have thought of this level, but the fate in the world is so wonderful, Chu Ci has experienced it himself.

From this point alone, it can be concluded that you cannot believe a single word of Shao Si Ming's words.

"I wish you success."

Shao Siming picked up the tea in front of him, lifted a corner of the veil, and took a sip.

After that, he watched Chu Ci calmly.

The warm sun had already risen, and the light shone down on the observation deck, which just happened to fall on the side of the tea table. The cup of tea that fell in front of Chu Ci, the surface of the tea shimmered.

This cup of tea.

To drink, or not to drink.

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