Chapter 377: The six lives of the underworld weapon, the woman seeks her own death

Outside the Ba Ku Villa, Tong Guan, Li Yan and Li Yan were quite uncomfortable with a waist knife.

They looked at the row of gloomy buildings with white walls and black tiles, feeling a slight chill in their hearts and a chill on the back of their necks.

"This ghost place is so evil. Even though the internal and external muscles and bones are perfectly trained, they can't withstand the heavy evil aura gathered by the terrain!"

Tongguan stimulates Qi and blood, and it feels like my teeth are chattering if I get closer to the gate.

"Some experts have specially arranged Feng Shui countermeasures to create a vicious terrain."

Li Yan was well-informed and explained:

"That Buddha from Huaiyinzhai obviously wants Qianhu to retreat when the difficulties arise. Haha, I don't know how high the sky is!"

Tong Guan's eyes were cold and stern, like a sharp knife slicing Song Shun, the white paper fan, thinking:

"These gangsters really can't handle themselves, so they only meet Qianhu adults who are easy to talk to.

If it were me, I would lead my troops to destroy Huaiyinzhai, and anyone who resists the law would be imprisoned!"

Song Shun's heart suddenly trembled. He felt that these two young Xiaoqi, who were like wolves and tigers, were a little murderous, so he quickly said:

“Two gentlemen, it’s very windy here, why don’t you go sit on the flower boat for a while?

How about a few glasses of wine to warm yourself up?"

Li Yan didn't have a good face and refused coldly:

"I'll wait here until Master Qianhu comes out."

Song Shun encountered a soft nail, but he was not upset.

Hold the white paper fan and walk farther away wisely.

The Jianghu Jiuliu and the imperial court eagle dog seemed to be born to be in conflict with each other, and they could not urinate in the same pot.

"That Ji Qianhu looks like a hawk but looks like a wolf, and his brows hide evil. He must be a ruthless character who will not give up until he achieves his goal.

I don’t know if Buddha can handle it.”

Song Shun squeezed the handle of the folding fan tightly, a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

He is one of the few confidants in Huaiyin Zhai who knows that Zhang Qishan's legs are disabled.

Even though the method of cultivating evil spirits of the Zizi Sect is unpredictable, Ji Qianhu is not an ordinary person who is easy to deal with.

To be able to win the first prize in the martial arts hall where generals are everywhere, and to be promoted from a rankless Yunying Tiqi to a fifth rank thousand household.

It cannot be explained by just "Donggong values ​​​​it".

The sky was getting dark, and the river water as red as blood washed over the tidal flats.

The increasingly dense Yin Qi swirled around, like a large sheet of sticky ink, covering all directions.

"Hiss! Is it possible that that Buddha has truly become a Buddha? Otherwise, how can he survive?!"

Tong Guan was panting slightly, his energy and blood kept flowing, making him a little tired.

He just stood outside the gate of the other courtyard and did not step into it.

It’s really hard to imagine how terrifying it is inside!

While several people were struggling to hold on, there was a "creep" and the wooden door was pushed open.

The rolling cold current swept out, freezing the child's body, and Li Yan's body froze.

"Song Shun, give me a gift as a gift to Master Ji. From today on, Master Ji will be the leader of our calligraphy stealing sect.

You let the news out and let the three branches, Fei Zang, Touch Jin, and Bo Ling, come over with forbidden magic weapons to honor the founder of the Pirate Sect and perform the imperial bow."

Zhang Qishan pushed the wheelchair, looked at Song Shun, the white paper fan with a face full of disbelief, and gave him a blowjob.

"Lord Buddha...this...obeys your command."

Song Shun was shocked at first, opened his mouth to speak but stopped, and finally bowed his head in agreement.

He originally wanted to say, Ji Yuan is a member of the imperial court, how can he be the head of a sect that steals calligraphy?

But as soon as he came into contact with Zhang Qishan's cold eyes, his whole body felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he suddenly woke up.

Buddha always speaks and does what he says, and he is most afraid of his subordinates contradicting him outright.

not to mention……

This is Ji Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi.

He is a new member of the East Palace, and the prince's close ministers may not necessarily look down upon him.

The word-stealing sect is really under the control of Ji Qianhu, which is considered to be a high-ranking one, and it's only right that you can't get it.

"Tonight at Xu time, I will hold a banquet at Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building. I also invite Zhang Dafo and Song Baizhifan not to be absent."

Ji Yuan put his hands behind his back and stepped out of the Eight Bitter Villa where evil spirits gathered.

The three feet around him are like a dojo, suppressing the world in all directions.

It exudes warm and scalding Qi and blood, suddenly dissipating the chill that penetrates the bone marrow.

"Master Ji, just call me Zhang Wulang. In the past, people in the world used to favor me. They thought I had a wide network, many tricks, and many wealthy customers. People from all directions said that I was a great Buddha.

But my fortune is short and my life is short, especially in front of you, Master Ji. How can I be called 'Buddha' and how can I be worthy of being called 'Great'."

Zhang Qishan's legs have been healed, but he is still sitting in a wheelchair, covered with a thick blanket.

Because he hadn't seen the light of day for a long time, his face looked pale, as if he was terminally ill.

Ji Yuan glanced back slightly and thought to himself:

"What a good acting skill. He deliberately used the word-stealing sect to take charge of the change of ownership, to catch those miscellaneous fish with evil intentions, so that he could take the opportunity to make a fuss."

He smiled silently without revealing it.

Anyway, the chaos in the rivers and lakes has nothing to do with me, the Qianhu of Fusi, Beizhen.

As long as Zhang Qishan brings the forbidden magic weapon of the Yin people, the black gold dragon-patterned ancient sword.

In addition, add a few more things to ensure that you can enter the underworld.

Ji Yuan didn't care about the rest.

Even if Zhang Qishan uses his name to turn the Nine Sects of the Yinmen upside down, it doesn't matter.

"It's getting late, see you at Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower."

Ji Yuan turned his back, and the lingering sound drifted down in the wind, revealing an understatement and calmness.

"It's best if you can sort out this mess. If there are any difficulties, let Beizhen Fusi help."

He knew in his heart that if Zhang Qishan suddenly asked someone from the imperial court to take charge, the word-stealing sect would definitely have objections.

Beizhen Fusi has always been very skilled and experienced in handling such matters.

Catch a batch, beat a batch, and judge a batch again.

Most of the remaining old Jianghu people will understand the mighty power of God and be lawful and obedient.

"I will not let Master Ji down."

Zhang Qishan bowed his hands respectfully, his eyes were dark, and there were faint colors of black, blood red, and gray and white.

In his opinion, there is nothing greater in the world than removing the blood curse.

If anyone is ignorant and dares to block the road, then don't blame yourself for being ruthless.

Feed them all to the puppets and make trouble!

…

…

Back at the mansion, before Ji Yuan entered the house, his second uncle Ji Chengzong said that someone had just delivered a long iron box with a yellow paper talisman on it.

“The world of Jianghu is really intricate and spread out everywhere.

Whenever I get home, my things will be delivered to me at that time. Zhang Qishan is very efficient in doing things."

Ji Yuan praised it and took the long iron box tightly sealed with Buddhist and Taoist talismans in his hand.

In Zhang Qishan's words, forbidden magical weapons are contaminated with evil spirits, and their ferocity is comparable to that of evil spirits.

Therefore, the town is usually sealed with talismans and stored in iron boxes to avoid hurting people.

Climbing up to the pavilion in the backyard, Ji Yuan burned incense, sat down, and calmed his mind.

After doing all this, he raised his hand to tear off the talisman and opened the iron box.

boom!

A dark and ferocious aura visible to the naked eye, like an angry python, suddenly soared into the sky!

At the same time, the black gold dragon-patterned ancient sword lying quietly inside the iron box buzzed and trembled, making a harsh roar!

"No wonder they have to use talismans to seal off the town, they are so vicious!"
To be continued...