"I didn't expect that one day, my Heibai Xuanjian would become the government office to clean the floor!"

Outside Daliang City, two figures of Wei Wuzhang appeared in the camp of the camp of the Wei Wuzhang, one man held a mourning stick and the other man held a soul-screw chain.

"I didn't expect Taoism to be so cruel when he was angry!" Wei Qianqian said to Heibai Xuanjian.

"Yes!" Heibai Xuanjian nodded, was silent for a while before speaking: "This is not very similar to the Wuchenzi I know. Wuchenzi I know, no matter how great the hatred there is, it will not be so murderous and will lead so many people to bury me!"

Heibai Xuanjian was silent because he was worried that his death would bring a devil to Wu Chenzi's heart, because Wu Chenzi was impressed, even if he was thinking about turning big things into small things, even if he was a person like Bai Yifei, Wu Chenzi would give him a chance to correct his mistakes instead of killing him.

"Maybe no one has touched his bottom line before, and you are his real friend!" Wei Qianqian thought for a while and said.

"Forget it, don't worry about him, take the soul back first!" Heibai Xuanjian said as he looked at the thousands of dead souls floating above the Wei Wuzhu Camp.

"It's you!" Wei Wuzu's soul and the Three Hundred Swords of the Book of Songs looked at the black-white Xuanjianmu bench wearing black clothes and holding a soul chain in his hand.

"Why are you quarreling? Let's stand up one by one!" Heibai Xuanjian said lightly, and the soul chain in his hand flew out, turning into a golden light, passing through all the dead souls, locking them all, lined up.

"What did we do?" Wei Wuzu and the Three Hundred Swords of the Book of Songs looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

They worked hard to kill Heibai Xuanjian, but what happened? After they died, they turned into ghosts and men, and they were still responsible for arresting them!

Heibai Xuan Jian smiled slightly and said, "It's a price to kill me, so I'll ask if you're surprised or not!"

"Why do you become my subordinate soul-detaining messenger? Or is it a secret misfortune!" Heibai Xuanjian's evil taste regenerated.

I am not only seeing you how you died, but I also want to make you my subordinates. Are you angry?

"A soldier can be killed but not humiliated!" said the three hundred swords of the Book of Songs with hatred.

"Yes, so you are dead!" Heibai Xuanjian continued.

"Really?" Wei Wuzu asked, looking at Heibai Xuan Jian.

Their hatred with Hei Bai Xuan Jian was because of Jin Bi, but it was their fate to eat food. They would do whatever they wanted to do. They were born Wei Wuzun, and it seemed that it would be nothing to become a ghost messenger in the underworld after their death!

Heibai Xuan Jian was stunned and I was just kidding, I don’t have that much power either!

"Sure!" A voice appeared in the hearts of Heibai Xuan Jian and Wei Qianqian.

"See you!" Wei Qianqian and Heibai Xuanjian knew that the voice came from Ziyi, so they hurriedly saluted.

The couple can meet again in the underworld because of Ziyi's gift, so they are full of gratitude and respect for Ziyi.

"Yes!" Heibai Xuanjian said to the undead of Wei Wuzhang.

"We have seen Lord Xuan Jian!" Wei Wushu stopped resisting and said with a polite manner.

"Call us Lord Wuchang!" Heibai Xuanjian said.

"Yes, we have seen Lord Wuchang!" Wei Wushu's dead saluted again.

"Where are you?" Heibai Xuanjian asked as he looked at the Three Hundred Swords of the Book of Songs.

"We..." The three hundred swords of the Book of Songs looked at each other, then bowed and hugged the sword and bowed, "We have seen Lord Wuchang!"

Heibai Xuan Jian smiled slightly. This is the real killing of people. If you kill me, I will come to take you in the direction of your life. I will make you kneel down and salute me and let me drive you.

Wei Wuzhu and the undead of the Book of Songs, the Three Hundred Swords, had no other thoughts. After they died, they were told by heaven and earth to go to the underworld to report and reincarnate.

However, after Hei and Bai Xuanjian invited them, they also had a sense of consciousness to tell them the benefits of becoming a ghost messenger, that is, they can accumulate good deeds for future generations, ensure their wealth and honor, and can also enter the underworld after their deaths to arrange the six realms of reincarnation.

So they chose to surrender. Although they felt very uncomfortable, death was like a lamp that went out, and everything disappeared, which was like living for a lifetime.

"Okay, from now on, you will be our soul-detaining messengers!" Wei Qianqian nodded and said.

There are only two soul-detaining envoys in Youming, and Hei Bai Xuan Jian, who are exhausted and cannot control such a big land. Especially the newly killed and the dead souls left by history, they have to solve them. With these Wei Wushu and the three hundred swords of the Book of Songs, they can also be much more relaxed.

"Suddenly I really want to go to Yanmen Pass, there must be sufficient qualified soul-detaining messengers there!" Heibai Xuanjian said after thinking about it.

After all, it was a battle between the two tribes, and the number of deaths was calculated at least tens of thousands, which was simply a natural Hyogo!

"You want to go and see Wu Chenzi!" How could Wei Qianqian not know what Heibai Xuanjian was thinking?

Wu Chenzi's killing intention is too strong, so it is normal for Heibai Xuanjian to be worried. Even if he can't help, it's okay to watch from the side.

"Do you know your duty?" Wei Qianqian asked as she looked at Wei Wuzhu and the Three Hundred Swords of the Book of Songs.

"We know!" Wei Wuzun's soul and the Three Hundred Swords of the Book of Songs nodded and replied. After accepting the invitation from Heibai Xuanjian, they were marked with a secret misfortune and understood their responsibilities.

"Then go and work!" Wei Qianqian said.

As the daughter of Wei Yong and the daughter of a prime minister, she is also very familiar with management, so it is also orderly to arrange these secrets.

Wei Wuzhu and the three hundred swords of the Book of Songs put on the Yin Chai's official residence, and turned into the Yin Si ghost messenger, who was also the first group of ghost messengers in the Netherworld, and began to help Youming arrest all the dead souls left in the world.

In Daliang City, Wu Chenzi and Shao Siming lived in a small courtyard. Just watching the changes in Daliang City, everyone thought they had left, but they didn't.

"Master, someone outside the sect is asking for a visit!" The Taoist outer sect manager of Daliangcheng entered the courtyard and saluted Wu Chenzi and Shao Siming.

"Who?" Wu Chenzi and Shao Siming looked at each other. They were hiding here, and who could find them.

"King of Wei!" said the in charge of the disciple hesitated.

"Wang Wang Zeng!" Wu Chenzi pursed his lips. This was the big beam. Even if they hid it well, it would be easy for the King of Wei to find them.

"Please!" Wu Chenzi thought for a while and said.

"Master, the head of the sect is welcome!" The in charge of the affairs went out and looked at King Zeng of Wei who came with only two guards and servants.

"You stay here!" Wei Wang Zeng said to the two guards.

"But the king!" the two guards said hesitantly.

"Mr. Wu Chenzi wants to kill me, can you stop me?" Wei Wang Zeng said lightly, and then walked into the courtyard alone.

"I have seen the Queen of the King of Wei!" Wu Chenzi took Shao Siming to look at King of Wei and saluted slightly.

"I came alone this time, not to be accused of the enemy!" Wang Zeng of Wei spoke directly and said, dispelling Wuchenzi and Shao Siming's concerns.

"Why is the king here this time?" Wu Chenzi asked in confusion as he looked at King Zeng of Wei.

"Sir, I am really forgetful. During the court meeting, I said that after the court meeting, I asked Mr., "Mr. Forgot me?" Wang Zeng of Wei looked at Wu Chenzi and said with a smile.

Wu Chenzi blinked, then nodded and said, "The incident happened suddenly, and I have neglected the King of Wei!"

"No need to be polite. I came here this time to ask sir, how old do I have?" King Wei asked.

Wu Chenzi was stunned. Although Taoism is proficient in the art of looking at Qi, few people dare to look at the fate of the king, and he is not good at the art of looking at Qi. However, according to history, King Zeng of Wei died in 228 BC, but the current history has long been accelerated, so Wu Chenzi cannot be sure how many years Wang Zeng of Wei still has.

"It's about ten years!" Wu Chenzi thought for a while and said.

"Is it only ten years?" King Zeng of Wei sighed. It was only ten years!

"Sir, can you see the way to live forever?" Wang Zeng of Wei looked at Wu Chenzi again and asked.

Wu Chenzi frowned and wandered. He knew that if he had, King Zeng of Wei would probably give up the entire Wei Kingdom and even give in to the entire Wei Kingdom. He also had no doubt that King Zeng of Wei would dare to do this. After all, the wise monarchs in history, whether it was Ying Zheng, Liu Che or Emperor Taizong of Tang, had never done anything for immortality, let alone King Zeng of Wei, who was inferior to theirs.

"Looking forever has always been my Taoist pursuit, but the opportunity depends on the individual!" Wu Chenzi shook his head and said, giving only an ambiguous reply.

"Sir, do you think I have a connection with immortality?" Wang Zeng of Wei continued to ask.

Wu Chenzi looked at Wei Wang Zeng seriously and suddenly found that there was actually a blue light other than purple air on King Wei Wang Zeng's head.

"This?" Wu Chenzi was also stunned. What was the situation of King Zeng of Wei? How could he have a ray of luck in their Taoism?

"Maybe there is!" Wu Chenzi replied hesitantly.

"Really?" King Wei Zeng looked at Wu Chenzi with joy. If he really wanted to live forever, he could not accept any Wei King or Wei Kingdom. He had already enjoyed the glory and wealth, and he had also ascended to the top of thousands of people. He had no other pursuits except immortality. Even if he wanted to pursue it, he could not do anything.

"Can the king be willing to give up the Wei Kingdom?" Wu Chenzi asked in confusion as he looked at King Zeng of Wei.

It is said that as people get older, they can’t let go of their power and status. Why does it not work when they get to Wang Zeng of Wei?

"Sir, I think I am a qualified monarch?" Wang Zeng of Wei looked at Wu Chenzi and asked back.

Wu Chenzi thought about it. When King Zeng of Wei ascended the throne, he was cleaning up the mess for King Anli of Wei. However, after years of weakness, Wei State gave up all the talents. When it was King Zeng's turn, he was powerless to turn the world.

Even if King Zeng of Wei kept visiting talented people, those who are truly talented are not stupid. Why not choose a stronger Qin State? Therefore, wise people will no longer choose Wei State.

Judging from his conversation with King Zeng of Wei when he entered Daliang, King Zeng of Wei could be the king of defending the territory, but he was not the lord of revival. However, facing the powerful Qin State, King Zeng of Wei could only keep losing his territory, which was no longer something that one person could change.

"I know that I am not a qualified monarch, or that I am a qualified county magistrate, but it is not enough to be a king of a country!" Wei Wang Zeng continued.

Wu Chenzi didn't speak. Wang Zeng of Wei was qualified to be the king of a country, but he was qualified to be the governor of a county. However, Wang Zeng of Wei was the king of Wei.

"If sir can bear the skill of immortality, I would like to hand over the State of Wei to Qin!" Wang Zeng of Wei said, increasing his bargaining chips again.

"This!" Wu Chenzi was really moved. For Wei State, if he could not fight, Wu Chenzi would not want to fight. Although it was easy for Qin State, which occupied Han and Zhao, to destroy Wei State, war represented death, and Taoism could not bear too many casualties.

But he didn't have this method of immortality, or even immortals, no one can guarantee that they will live forever. Even Han Zhongxian could not survive a tortoise in the end. Who can say that immortals are immortals?

"Can the king really give up the Wei Kingdom?" Wu Chenzi looked at King Zeng and asked.

"I know that sir doesn't believe it, but sir thinks that even if I don't give it, Qin will not take it?" Wang Zeng of Wei continued.

"After all, General Lian Po in Wei State is a general, so it is not impossible to fight with Qin!" Wu Chenzi said seriously.

"Sir, I underestimate myself and Qin State, and I also respect General Lian Po." Wang Zeng of Wei shook his head and continued, "Now Qin State has soldiers Chaoge, and Yangdi also has tens of thousands of Qin troops stationed, including Li Mu, Wang Jian and Mr. Wang, who are generals, attacking on the third line, how can Wei resist?"

It’s not that King Zeng of Wei believed in Lian Po, but that Qin was too strong. If he were King Ying Zheng of Qin, Li Mu would definitely be the general of Qin State, and Wang Jian, Meng Wu as the general, and Wu Chenzi as the commander. How can Wei stop him? Even if he could block one Li Mu, there would be Wu Chenzi, Wang Jian and Meng Wu, but Wei only had Lian Po.

"After all, there is only one Lian Po in Wei State!" King Zeng sighed.

Wu Chenzi understood that once the Qin State ended the battle between the two tribes, he would rush south to reach more than one million troops, and even if the whole country had soldiers, Wei State could not bring up such a large army, let alone not so many generals.

"What I want to do is to plan for my future, and to save the people of Wei from war!" King Zeng of Wei admitted openly that he was for himself. As for preventing the people of Wei from war, it was just by the way.

"Since the king is so honest, I will not hide it anymore. Immortality is just a false life, and even an immortal does not have real immortality!" Wu Chenzi didn't want to deceive King Zeng of Wei, so he spoke.

"Even immortals cannot live forever?" Wei Wang Zeng was stunned. They always thought that immortals were forever looking at immortality and immortality. Now the head of Taoism told him that immortals were not immortality.

King Zeng of Wei left, leaving with a deep breath. He used Wei as a gift to exchange for the art of immortality, but failed. Immortals are not immortal, or there is no method of immortality in the world. So what can he do?

He originally wanted to give up the Wei Kingdom, live forever, watch the dynasty rise and fall, and the emperor collapsed, but he was still free and easy, but Wu Chenzi's words interrupted all his thoughts.

"Why don't you lie to him?" Shao Siming blinked at Wu Chenzi. She knew that with the trust of King Zeng of Wei in Wu Chenzi, even if Wu Chenzi lies with him, King Zeng of Wei would have no reservations.

"He has a connection with immortality, but not now!" Wu Chenzi shook his head and said.

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