Chapter 335 The one who killed the national master, Zhao Duan!
The three people who were covered in messes on the ground were stunned for a moment. Zheng Laojiu spoke first and quickly described the situation.
Hearing that Zhao Duan was suspected of being dragged into a dream by a demon, Ma Yan's heart suddenly sank!
Oops!
There was a slight drop of sweat on his forehead, which was what he was most worried about.
Although it is said that the path of the God of War can be used to fight demons through visualization to a certain extent, but who can say for sure how exactly? After all, Yaodao was obviously well prepared when he returned to the capital this time.
"You go back immediately to protect his body, while I go to find the demon path!" Ma Yan immediately ordered without hesitation.
Then, without waiting for the three people to reply, he turned to look at Wu Ling, who was holding it in his big hand, with a serious look in his eyes:
"Say! Where is the person!?"
The beautiful Wu Ling was slapped to pieces. Her face turned red from being pinched and she had difficulty breathing. She looked at the eunuch in front of her with fear in her eyes.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Don't tell me?" Ma Yan glared angrily, he was another stubborn rebel!
Immediately, Wu Ling silently raised his hand and pointed at a certain building.
"..." Ma Yan stood up, put on full alert, and arrived outside the door. With the qi machine and body-protecting qi around him, he kicked open the closed door.
He was ready to face the enemy, but the room was unexpectedly quiet.
On the bed was an old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged in meditation, seemingly in a deep sleep.
In front of him, there was a small table with three candles surrounding a palm-sized black statue.
They formed a strange "formation", and at this moment, all three candles have been extinguished, the room is dark, and the Rakshasa-like statue quietly stares at the people outside the door.
Ma Yan palmed the wind, and the strong wind swept through the house, flying candles, tables and chairs, and toppling the statues and Taoists.
etc!
Ma Yan was stunned for a moment.
Why did the Demonic Way fall? Even if you are dreaming, you should not be so unwary...
He jumped up and arrived in front of the bed. He was shocked to see the old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged and meditating, bleeding from all his orifices. Two of his eyes exploded alive. He was completely dead.
He stretched out his hand and flicked his neck. The skin was warm, indicating that he had just died and there were no external injuries. It seemed that his brain had exploded.
"Dead?!"
Ma Yan couldn't hide his shock, and then he felt a strong sense of unreality. He left Wu Ling and asked: "Is this the evil way?"
"Cough... cough cough..."
Wu Ling knelt on the ground, coughing crazily, coughing out tears and runny nose. At this moment, her eyes were horrified, and she clearly felt that her soul suddenly became clear.
His bewitched state has been lifted!
Who killed the Imperial Master?
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…
Zhao Duan was in a daze, as if he saw a large area of chaotic and blurry memories quickly disappearing.
Only a few memories among them could barely be captured by him.
In a trance, he "saw" that he was in a pavilion, with a cliff and floating clouds behind him.
In front of him, there was a familiar old man standing in the pavilion. He looked like a scholar and had an extraordinary bearing.
Astonishingly, it was Zhuang Xiaocheng, the tutor who left a big hole for him at the beginning of his time travel!
"You're going to the capital? What are you going to do?"
Zhuang Xiaocheng stared at 'himself' warily, his scholar's robes fluttering in the mountain wind.
Wait... is this the perspective of the 'demon'?
Yes, this is his remaining memory image. I am reading his memory through the first-person perspective... Zhao Duan thought about it and understood the general situation.
He heard "himself" sneer and say: "There is no need to report to you what my national teacher is going to do."
Zhao Duan perked up and realized that this was a conversation between Yao Dao and the rebel leader Zhuang Xiaocheng before he came to the capital.
Zhuang Xiaocheng's face was expressionless and unhappy, and he said with a slight sarcasm:
"National Preceptor? The Puppet Emperor has already removed you, and you died in that coup. Do you still think you are the Imperial Preceptor of the Yu Dynasty? Today, there are only dead demons in the world, bewitching real people."
What kind of Master Gu... So your nickname is "Bewitch"... Zhao Duan couldn't complain.
The bewitched master said with a strange yin and yang air:
"Zhuang Xiaocheng, you'd better be more respectful. This was not your attitude when you asked Pindao for help from the Kuangfu Society. Also, although you and I are barely on the same camp, and our enemies are all false emperors, but I, Master Dao, are not you. A member of Kuangfu Society, let alone one of your subordinates.”
Zhuang Xiaocheng spoke indifferently:
"It's best this way. We and you, the Five Sects, are not from the same group. You'd better say the same to others."
Master Bewitching sneered:
"Hypocrisy! The literati are really hypocritical! They want to borrow our power, but they don't want to have anything to do with evil. Haha... well, Pindao doesn't care about this. I want to go to the capital to kill a few people, and I need your manpower to support the society."
Zhuang Xiaocheng closed his eyes: "What are you willing to pay?"
"Hehe, help you kill that Zhao Duan, is that enough? It just so happens that when the Taoist master swallows that boy's memory, he can also taste the tenderness with Xu Zhenguan in his dream." The old Taoist priest's eyes revealed greed. .
Zhuang Xiaocheng walked away with a puff of sleeves and dropped a piece of paper:
"roll."
The scene ends abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, another brand-new scene came into view.
Zhao Duan saw "himself" walking on the mountain road. There seemed to be an deserted temple in front of him. "himself" went straight in, stopped behind a Buddhist niche, triggered the switch, and the wall opened a passage.
Behind it is a secret room.
'I' walked into it, and the most conspicuous thing on the wooden shelf in front of me was a pile of gold, silver, jade, and a book. There were various objects piled on the ground, which looked extraordinary.
The open boxes on the ground were filled with bottles containing elixirs, and armor and weapons that looked extraordinary were hung on the walls.
This is truly a treasure house!
'He' walked to a shelf, raised his hand and held up a black, palm-sized, vicious and ugly statue of a Rakshasa, and took out three purple candles.
He immediately turned around and came to the wooden shelf opposite. He raised his hand and took out a jade-like leaf from a rosewood box covered with silk.
The leaves had clear veins and were of unknown species. Their texture was like jade. As soon as they were taken out, they radiated with brilliance.
"With this body protection, I can withstand a slash from the divine soul. In this way, I will not be afraid of the inheritance of the Martial God lineage." Master Zhuo grunted, and carefully held the leaf in his palm with great distress.
The next second, the mysterious and precious leaves disappeared and melted into the palm of my hand.
With the help of the bronze mirror opposite, Zhao Duan vaguely saw the illusory veins of white leaves looming between Yaodao's eyebrows, and then disappeared.
Zhao Duan suddenly understood:
"The previous scene was the conversation between the demon and Zhuang Xiaocheng before coming to the capital to make a deal."
"In the latter period, it should be at this time, the demon Dao was in a certain 'treasure house', taking away the magical artifacts and bringing them with him. After being prepared, he came to the capital."
"Why can I read these two memories? Is it because the time is relatively recent? This demon has the deepest impression? I don't know..."
Unfortunately, just when he tried to continue searching for memories, the remaining memories of the demon path all disintegrated and dissipated, turning into pure and majestic 'spiritual power', which was swallowed up and digested by him.
…
"My lord, wake up! Your lord is about to wake up!"
Zhao Duan heard a cry of surprise in his ears. He raised his heavy eyelids and the light gradually became clearer in his field of vision.
He was still sitting in the car, with familiar faces in front of him.
Qian Kerou, Yun Xi, Qingniao, Shen Juan...
In the carriage, several people in Jinyi passed by overjoyed. After they were driven out by Ma Yan, they immediately returned to the carriage and saw Zhao Duan, who was sleeping, waking up with trembling eyelashes.
"You are..."
Zhao Duan felt dizzy and felt the pain between his brows. When he saw the blood all over his body and the three men who were all in trouble, he was stunned for a moment, and then he guessed:
"Did you fight with someone?"
The three of them smiled and looked like they were not seriously injured. After they quickly put Zhao Duan to sleep, they told them how they broke into the courtyard, encountered the enemy's obstruction, and how they rescued Ma Yan.
"My lord, now that you are awake, it seems that the Governor has solved the demon." Qian Kerou said happily.
No... I was the one who blew him up... Zhao Duan slandered.
He clearly remembered that in the dream, when he poured into him a huge amount of memories from his previous life, Master Bewitching was defeated without the slightest resistance.
In a hurry, the old Taoist priest seemed to try to summon a leaf to resist, but the huge torrent of memories directly crushed the old Taoist priest's soul and exploded.
After the explosion, the remaining soul power was devoured by Zhao Duan Xiaona, which was why his head was so swollen and uncomfortable now.
By the way... that leaf... Zhao Duan felt a movement of heart and felt something hard in his palm.
His face suddenly became strange:
"Is it a treasure used by demons for self-defense? Can it be transmitted through dreams? Did it fall into my hands before I had time to use it?"
While his mind was spinning, Zhao Duan pretended to have a headache and held his forehead, hiding the jade leaf in his palm into the scroll space in his sleeve pocket.
Loot +1
"The Governor is back!"
At this time, a figure rushed out of the carriage. Ma Yan walked into the alley wrapped in a cloak. He was carrying a person in each hand.
One is Wu Ling.
One of them had the blood vessels in his head burst, and he was completely dead.
Ma Yan came over and threw the two of them to the ground. A black idol and three extinguished candles rolled out from the bodies.
"Ah, it is indeed the demon, exactly the same as in the painting..."
"Did the Governor kill Demon Dao? Well done!"
A group of people in brocade clothes presented rainbow farts.
In the carriage, the two female prisoners, Yun Xi and Qing Niao, had no expressions and didn't know what they were thinking.
However, Ma Yan ignored the compliments at all. He stared at the awakening Zhao Duan with stern eyes, a little disbelieving, and asked with some expectation:
"Did you kill him? In a dream?"
Zhao Duan nodded weakly: "It's me."
Then, as if he thought he should explain something, he smiled slightly, pointed to the sky, and said:
"Your Majesty once told me that if you encounter a dream, you can imagine the God of War breaking it."
This was the reason he had thought of long ago, and there would be no proof of it anyway.
If there is a bug, he can definitely push it to the "dragon soul" in his body. Anyway, with the blessing of the dragon soul, I imagine Pei Niannu crushing the national master's head with a weighing pole. It is very reasonable, right?
Ma Yan took a deep breath, his eyes extremely complicated.
Only then did the people around him wake up, and were stunned at the same time. They all turned their heads and stared at Zhao Duan in disbelief, dumbfounded.
(End of chapter)