"He's alive, he's alive!" Sword King Li Qianqiu was ecstatic.
Shen Lang had really saved Bitter Head Huan.
This was simply unimaginable.
But didn't this mean that the poison in his wife's body could be cured?
Shen Lang asked, "Senior Sword King, which is more powerful, Stupa Mountain or Sky-sea Pavilion?"
The Sword King shook his head. "Not comparable."
It was indeed not comparable.
Sky-sea Pavilion was like a holy land of knowledge. It was extremely sacred and revered by the world.
However, it was not scary.
Stupa Mountain represented mystery and terror.
There was a saying in the world: it was better to offend the king than the Stupa Mountain.
This sentence was enough to prove everything.
According to Shen Lang's impression of Stupa Mountain, it was a professional poison dealer.
But that was not the case.
More accurately, Stupa Mountain dabbled in mysticism.
Alchemy, poison, and internal cultivation techniques were all covered by Stupa Mountain.
It was rare to see Stupa Mountain disciples roaming the outside world. It was always outsiders who went to Stupa Mountain to pay their respects.
However, this organization had no bottom line.
Stupa Mountain's poison was so powerful that it should not be circulated outside.
However, there were still some powerful organizations that could obtain all kinds of poisons from Stupa Mountain.
Grandmaster Zhong Chuke had been to Stupa Mountain for several months, and Goddess Xue Yin had been there for three to four months.
There was still no news of them. It was truly worrying.
"It seems that Stupa Mountain's Gu worm is some kind of carrier," Sword King Li Qianqiu said. "It will constantly release this substance after devouring anything."
Shen Lang nodded. Stupa Mountain's Gu worm seemed to be omnipotent.
After coming to this world, everything Shen Lang had seen was very normal. There was not much of a mysterious aura, and it was even 99% the same as the species on Earth.
However, this Gu worm was indeed not found on Earth. In fact, it had never been seen or heard of before.
Shen Lang asked, "Senior Sword King, where do you think Stupa Mountain got this Gu worm? Did they cultivate it themselves? "
Sword King Li Qianqiu shook his head. "No, it should have been excavated from the ancient world."
Ancient world?
No wonder Pavilion Master Zuo Ci abandoned Sky-sea Pavilion and went overseas to excavate ancient ruins.
No wonder the Great Tribulation Temple would spend so much manpower and resources to search for the ancient civilization.
Once they found it, it would mean the rise of a force. Of course, Pavilion Master Zuoci might not have done it for the sake of rising to power. He was probably obsessed with the ancient civilization.
Sword King Li Qianqiu asked, "When will he wake up?"
Shen Lang: "It should take two or three days."
At this moment, Ku Tou Huan's heartbeat returned to normal, and so did his breathing.
But he didn't wake up.
Shen Lang used the X-ray to look at his blood. The Golden Bloodline Gu Worms were running around tirelessly, modifying, replicating, reproducing, and splitting.
… …
"Young Master, can you control that lunatic Guan Lan?" Xian Nu said: "Tell him to stop staring at me."
Shen Lang: "What's wrong? Is it because his gaze is too lewd? "
Xian Nu shook his head, "No."
Actually, she was not afraid of perverted gazes because she had seen it too many times.
This was because most of the time, women didn't wear anything when they performed sumo wrestling.
Of course, every sumo girl's body was very fat, and there was nothing good to look at.
But there were many men with strong tastes. Even if they didn't have strong tastes, they could still hunt for novelty.
Shen Lang laughed, "Then why don't you let him look at you?"
Xian Nu said: "Because he looks at me like I'm a great beauty, but I'm really ugly. It's too strange."
There was actually such a saying?
Shen Lang: "Alright, I'll try my best, but I can't control him too much when it comes to small matters."
Xian Nu wanted to say something but hesitated.
Shen Lang: "You want to ask Ning Yan?"
Xian Nu nodded. "Her Highness has already been locked up by the Clan Temple for several months. She should have been released long ago, so why hasn't she been released yet? Moreover, His Majesty dotes on you so much. As long as you plead for her, he will definitely release the Third Princess. "
Shen Lang: "It's not that His Majesty doesn't want to release Ning Yan. The Dreamy Cloud Lake Crown Prince went to the Yan Empire to find Prince Lian to cancel the marriage and return Princess Ning Yan's freedom. He hasn't returned yet, which means that things aren't going smoothly, so we can't provoke the Yan Empire now. Ning Yan has already moved to a different courtyard in the Clan Temple. This is completely different from when Prince Ning Zheng was in prison. His Majesty is locking Princess Ning Yan up now for her own good. He wants her to regain her freedom. "
"I understand. Thank you, Princess." Xian Nu was overjoyed.
… …
Even Shen Lang couldn't bear to watch Lunatic Lan's talent.
He continued to memorize the Policy Treatise Shen Lang prepared for him every day. His speed was getting faster and faster.
But that was nothing.
More importantly, he could read Battle Through the Heavens while memorizing the Policy Treatise. Most of the ancient scrolls were about the Book of Changes.
Moreover, it didn't take up any of his time.
Shen Lang had tested him. Not only did he have no problem memorizing the Policy Treatise, he could even memorize Battle Through the Heavens.
The only thing he struggled with was reading the ancient scrolls about the Book of Changes.
Of course, this was his favorite.
Lunatic Lan was already 13 when he became a refugee in the war. Ever since then, he had wandered from country to country.
He did everything he could to find books to read.
Almost all of his knowledge was self-taught.
Shen Lang was constantly providing him with all sorts of books. He was intoxicated by them.
While he was multitasking, he often used his gaze to tease Xian Nu.
Such talent was truly astonishing.
Comparisons were odious.
… …
Consort Bian's body had completely recovered.
She would summon Ning Zheng to the palace every four to five days.
But he never talked about politics.
The harem was not allowed to interfere with politics.
Ning Zheng only came to the palace to eat with her.
On this day, Consort Bian couldn't take it anymore.
"Zheng 'er, there are only 35 days left until the Enke Theory Examinations and 39 days until the Military Selections."
Ning Zheng replied, "Yes."
Concubine Bian said, "Do you want me to find a great scholar to teach that Lan Yi? It's better to cram at the last minute than nothing."
She had already heard that Lunatic Lan was either reading Battle Through the Heavens or other novels. He was reading fortune-telling books. He didn't read the Four Books and Five Classics at all.
There was only a little more than a month until the Enke Theory Examinations.
It was definitely too late to start learning about the Imperial Examinations. But he should at least show an attitude.
Although cramming at the last minute wasn't very useful, it would prevent him from being too embarrassed during the examinations.
Ning Zheng said, "Thank you, Consort Bian, but there's no need. Shen Lang will teach Lan Yi personally."
Consort Bian was speechless. "Shen Lang, that lousy child, isn't even reliable in the Imperial Examinations. He didn't even pass the Imperial Examinations. His title of High Scholar was obtained by cheating His Majesty. Now he wants to teach others in the Imperial Examinations?"
These were Ning Yuanxian's original words.
No, the Monarch's original words were blackmail. It was a level higher than cheating.
He really didn't accuse Shen Lang unjustly.
When Shen Lang was sent to the Qiang Kingdom, his rank couldn't be too low. An Imperial College Supervisor's certificate definitely wouldn't be enough.
So Shen Lang kept asking the Monarch for a certificate.
He wanted a Jinshi title, but Ning Yuanxian couldn't give it to him. Reluctantly, he asked for a High Scholar.
Therefore, Shen Lang was the shame of the Imperial Examinations.
Consort Bian said, "I heard that these days, the ten people who are going to participate in the Military Examination didn't hire any martial arts teachers. They didn't learn archery and horse riding either. They still eat, drink, and brag at home every day?"
Ning Zheng didn't know how to answer.
Because Consort Bian was right.
These ten beggars had been in the mansion for more than ten days, but they hadn't practiced martial arts or ridden a horse for a day.
Of course, Shen Lang had tested it once.
The result was very tragic.
Not to mention riding and archery, none of the ten people could even mount a horse.
The war horses stood there obediently, and they couldn't even climb up.
Because each of them had a twisted body and were half disabled.
As for drawing a bow, it was even more tragic.
Not to mention a one-stone bow, even a half-stone bow couldn't be drawn.
These days, these ten beggars ate and slept as usual, and ate after sleeping.
Then, they lied there every day and bragged.
They bragged until the sky was dark.
An upright person like Ning Zheng couldn't bear to listen to their bragging.
Each of them acted like they were omnipotent.
And each of them bragged about how they had some kind of relationship with some beautiful woman.
In some country, in some city, a rich young lady took a fancy to him and wanted him to be her son-in-law. But in the end, because of their pride, they refused to go.
They acted like they were willing to give up glory and wealth for freedom.
But in reality, among these eleven people, Madman Lan did the best.
At the very least, he slept with countless women who were worth ten times a silver coin.
As for the other ten people, they were all virgins, but each of them bragged about themselves as peerless old drivers.
If you did it in bed for less than two hours, you wouldn't even dare to speak in this group of people. Of course, there was no way to brag about things like size, because everyone was too familiar with each other and had seen each other more than a thousand times.
Madman Lan never slept with a woman for more than five minutes, but in the end, he forcefully bragged that he lasted for four hours.
Consort Bian said, "Doesn't Shen Lang care?"
How could Shen Lang care? He still spent two hours every day bragging with the ten beggars.
And Shen Lang's bragging was even more unbearable.
This person even said that he had been to the sky, to the bottom of the sea, and that he traveled tens of thousands of miles in a year.
Did he think he was Sun Wukong?
That's right, "Journey to the West" was also written by the guru Jin Mucong, and it became very popular.
Ning Zheng felt his scalp go numb. "Shen Lang still cares about it."
Shen Lang only cared about one thing for these beggars.
Personal hygiene.
Every day, he let female warriors press them to bathe and use bamboo brushes to scrape them.
Everyone had to brush their teeth twice a day.
If anyone dared to urinate anywhere, he would use the shockingly elastic beast tendon to flick his balls thirty times.
If anyone dared to defecate anywhere? That was even simpler, just directly block the back of their eyes for three days.
Ning Zheng thought of the scene of the flick on his balls and immediately shuddered.
It was really too tragic.
Those two people's mournful wails could be heard clearly from two miles away.
"Sigh! What does that stupid child Shen Lang want to do? "Consort Bian said.
There was definitely no hope for him to pass the enke exam in more than a month.
Then Consort Bian comforted him softly, "Zheng 'er, it's good not to fight for the throne. Living a peaceful life and doing what you like is better than anything else. "
It could be seen that Consort Bian was desperate for Shen Lang.
Suddenly, Ning Zheng didn't know how to answer.
Consort Bian asked, "Where is His Majesty? Still not here? "
The eunuch outside said, "His Majesty is still reading the memorials."
Consort Bian sighed helplessly in her heart.
The Monarch still didn't like Ning Zheng. Every time Consort Bian wanted to create opportunities for the father and son to eat and talk together.
But as long as Ning Zheng was here, the Monarch wouldn't come. Even if he was hungry, he would spend his time in his study.
Reading the memorials?
What the hell was that?
Ning Zheng was not a diligent monarch at all. Most of the memorials were just glanced at and then sent to the Shangshu for them to read carefully. Finally, they would pick out the important ones and give their opinions before handing them to Ning Yuanxian.
He just didn't want to be with Ning Zheng.
After eating, Ning Zheng got up and said goodbye.
"A few days later, I'll come to see Mother Bian again."
"Okay!" Consort Bian didn't see him off. She just saw him off with a gentle look.
In her opinion, there was no need to be so polite between mother and son.
Sure enough, less than a quarter of an hour after Ning Zheng left, the Monarch came.
Consort Bian glanced at the Monarch with a reproachful look.
Ning Zheng said, "I'm sorry, I'm so busy. I just read the memorials for a few hours."
Don't you know whether you're busy or not?
You've been holding the memorials in your hand for more than an hour. Haven't you finished reading those two hundred words?
Consort Bian had no choice but to go over a few dishes for the Monarch.
He realized that his husband's roguish personality was exactly the same as Shen Lang's.
… …
After recovering his heartbeat, Kutouhuan was in a coma for three days and three nights.
Although he was in a coma.
But he was not unconscious. To be exact, he seemed to be in a dream.
Everything that had happened earlier replayed in his mind, scene by scene.
Even the fragmented memories of his childhood surged into his mind.
Of course, the more detailed ones were after he fled to the State of Yue and was adopted by the Zhuo family.
His days in the Zhuo family were not happy.
At first, he was just a lowly servant. Zhuo Guangbo only took him in as a son after he distinguished himself in martial arts.
But he could tell that his godfather didn't really like him. Instead, he squeezed him dry. He forced him to practice martial arts every day, but didn't allow him to read.
He brainwashed him every day, telling him that everything he had was given to him by the Zhuo family. That was why he had to be loyal to the Zhuo family for the rest of his life, and shed his blood for the family.
At the time, Zhuo Yichen didn't know why his godfather didn't allow him to study. He thought it was just as his godfather said, that studying was useless, and that he shouldn't waste his time on it. He should focus on martial arts instead.
Later, Zhuo Yichen found out that his godfather wanted him to continue being a fool. His godfather felt that one would overthink when they read too much, and it would be hard to stay naive.
And there was one scene that Zhuo Yichen remembered clearly.
Originally, Zhuo Zhaoyan's attitude towards him was very cold and disdainful, as if he were a servant. But he was especially depressed at that time. His martial arts progress wasn't as fast. Zhuo Guangbo tried everything, but he still couldn't improve by leaps and bounds.
At that time, Zhuo Zhaoyan appeared in front of him like a little angel. She smiled sweetly, incomparably affectionate and playful.
From then on, Zhuo Yichen began to fall.
Now, he could see clearly that Zhuo Zhaoyan's intimacy that day had been deliberate. From start to finish, she had never truly liked him, or even thought highly of him.
Zhuo Zhaoyan had always treated him as a servant, not a brother.
When the dream entered Sky-sea Pavilion, some parts became clear, while others became blurry.
Pavilion Master Zuo Ci was his teacher. But in the dream, Bitter Joy's impression of him was very blurry. It was as if he couldn't remember what he looked like.
Pavilion Master Zuo Ci had two disciples, Princess Ning Han and Zhu Hongxue. He had only seen Zhu Hongxue, not Ning Han.
But the days at Sky-sea Pavilion became very clear.
Especially the scenes of being scolded and beaten by Teacher Zhang Yuyin. Every scene was so clear. They were all so happy.
Yes, the days at Sky-sea Pavilion were so warm and blissful. There was no utilitarianism, no hypocrisy.
Even though his grades in arithmetic and national studies were very poor, and he was scolded every day. But the pure learning time was really too happy. Every quarter of an hour at Sky-sea Pavilion seemed to be free.
Moreover, during his time at the Sky-sea Pavilion, he had only practiced for less than four hours a day, but his martial arts level had improved by leaps and bounds. It was much faster than when he was in the Zhuo Clan.
But suddenly, one day.
These happy days came to an abrupt end.
The Zhuo family was exterminated.
Zhuo Yichen had no choice but to stop these happy days. He fled Sky-sea Pavilion. He felt that he had a responsibility to take revenge, to protect Zhuo Zhaoyan.
Then came the memories of the great thief Bitter Joy.
His brain seemed to instinctively reject all of this. These memories were too recent, and there was no need to go back in detail. The memories moved faster and faster.
Finally, they stopped at the last scene.
Zhuo Zhaoyan poisoned him. Zhuo Zhaoyan pierced his chest with a sword and kicked him into Nujiang.
"Idiot …"
After going through all the memories in his mind, there were only these three words in Bitter Joy's mind.
Thank you, Shen Lang, for inventing such a despicable word.
Otherwise, he really couldn't find a suitable word to describe himself.
Idiot!
Too despicable!
All of this was because of his deep-rooted infatuation with Zhuo Zhaoyan.
Love really made people brainless.
Bitter Joy felt like he had a long dream, as if the past twenty years were all a dream.
Zhuo Zhaoyan's sword had completely awakened him.
Idiot!
Idiot!
Bitter Joy couldn't help but slap his head.
"Bam, bam, bam …"
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
He found himself lying in an unfamiliar room, with no one around.
He felt so light.
Before, he felt like his whole body was enveloped by a gray energy.
But now, he felt like his body was filled with light.
That familiar feeling came again, the feeling of studying at Sky-sea Pavilion.
So comfortable!
Bitterhead Joy jumped up.
Then he found that it didn't hurt anymore.
These few years, he had been constantly tortured by pain. The pain from his internal organs, the pain from his distorted face, and the pain from the depths of his blood vessels.
This pain was simply uncontrollable.
But because he was in pain all the time, it was like breathing, so he didn't feel the pain anymore.
Now that the pain was gone, he felt like he could fly.
Bitter Joy was about to go out.
Then he found a big mirror in the room.
He couldn't help but go up to look at it.
Then he was completely stunned.
Who was this handsome guy?
Of course, Zhuo Yichen was just okay, not very handsome.
But after his face was distorted, he was so ugly that even ghosts and gods would weep.
Now that his face had suddenly returned to normal, it was as if he had seen a peerlessly handsome man.
Then, Bitter Joy fell into ecstasy.
My face has returned to normal?
My body has returned to normal?
What about the distorted skin? What about the skin that looked like it had been burned?
Everything has recovered?
What the hell is going on?
What did Shen Lang do to my body?
What kind of magic does he have?
He knew that Shen Lang saved him. After recovering his heartbeat and breathing, although he was still unconscious, he could still hear.
"Ow …"
"Ow …"
"Ow …"
Bitter Joy let out a series of screams.
He looked in front of the mirror for a full 15 minutes.
All these years, his face had been distorted. He wore a distorted mask and said that he didn't care.
But in his heart, he felt extremely inferior.
That was why he gave himself the nickname 'Bitter Joy'.
Now his face was back.
He had a new life.
The past 20 years were really like a nightmare.
Now he broke free.
I don't owe the Zhuo family anything anymore.
I don't owe Zhuo Zhaoyan anything anymore.
He happily pushed the door and walked out.
It was already autumn.
The sun was warm but not scorching, and the golden light was brilliant.
Some trees had already begun to shed their leaves.
Some trees were already full of fruit.
How beautiful this scenery was?
Except for those years in the Sky-sea Pavilion, Zhuo Yichen had no time or energy to pay attention to the scenery around him.
Only now did he feel that the world was so beautiful.
But …
After coming to the courtyard, the scene was a bit tragic.
Ten bald men were practicing martial arts.
Moreover, every body was more or less twisted and deformed.
After playing for more than ten days, did they finally remember to practice martial arts?
But …
Are you guys practicing martial arts?
Does each of you have a bow that weighs 15 kilograms?
This is a bow for children to practice with.
And even so, no one could pull it apart.
And to pull the bow, you have to stand straight and straighten your back.
All of them wanted to lie on the ground and pull the bow.
They finally practiced for half a quarter of an hour!
"Time to rest, time to rest …"
"It's really hard today. It's not easy."
"Yes, yes, practicing martial arts is really too difficult."
"Nowadays, there are really not many people as diligent as us."
"I think we should change our rules in the future. How about practicing for 15 minutes and resting for three and a half hours?"
"Three and a half hours? What's wrong with that? Let's round it up and rest for four hours. "
"Okay, that's settled. Practice for 15 minutes and rest for four hours!"
"We really worked too hard."
The ten beggars practiced for less than 15 minutes and then prepared to lie down and rest for four hours.
They just lay in the yard and began to brag again.
Bitter Joy was about to explode.
This group of people was too incompetent.
He was used to leading a team.
After all, he was once a martial arts champion.
That was really dancing at the sound of the rooster.
How could this group of people be so lazy?
Under my command, your corpses would have long been cold.
Every one of Bitter Joy's brothers was personally trained by him and each of them could fight against more than ten people.
Although he only had two hundred people under his command, they came and went like the wind and were invincible.
Bitter Joy could not tolerate any sand in his eyes. He immediately wanted to find a whip and whip this group of people.
With your looks, you can't go to the battlefield even if you practice for a hundred years.
At this moment, Shen Lang and Ning Zheng walked out.
The ten beggars did not care and still lied on the ground and bragged without any fear.
Because all along, Shen Lang's attitude towards them was too good.
Other than not allowing them to urinate and defecate anywhere, he did not care much about them and even bragged with them every day. The point was that he bragged so much that it was hilarious.
And although His Highness Ning Zheng did not smile, he was dark and short and did not get angry, so they did not need to be afraid at all.
This group of people had been wandering for twenty years and each of them was extremely lazy. After losing their fear, it was impossible to get them to stand up and salute. They were too lazy to even stand up.
"Shen is here."
"His Highness Fifth is here."
"Greetings, my lords."
"Where is General Fierce of Martial Arts?"
"Yes, I haven't seen her for more than two hours."
"General Fierce of Martial Arts's butt is so round, superb."
…
Bitter Joy walked in front of Shen Lang with a strange expression.
He was very grateful to him for saving his life.
Not only did he save his life, but he also gave him a new life.
But Bitter Joy was not willing to kneel to others, nor was he willing to show a gesture of gratitude.
Perhaps this was a kind of rebellion.
Previously, the Zhuo family asked him to do this and that every day, they would say dozens of times a day for the adoption of the Zhuo family.
Zhuo Yichen was loyal to the Zhuo family every day.
In fact, Zhuo Yichen was more loyal than anyone else.
When the Zhuo family was destroyed, no one could force him, but he still left the Sky-sea Pavilion to protect Zhuo Zhaoyan. He did everything he could to avenge the Zhuo family, sacrificing his freedom and even his life.
But he was not willing to act like a loyal dog.
He had his pride.
"You're awake?" Shen Lang stepped forward and punched him on the shoulder. "You spared Xu Qianqian's life, so I owe you one. But then you tried to assassinate my father-in-law, so I punched you. Have you slept with Zhuo Zhaoyan? "
Huh?
Was the question so unimaginable? “
Bitter Joy shook his head. "No."
"That's good, that's good." Shen Lang said, "Let me tell you, this woman might be poisonous. If you really slept with her, you might rot."
Bitter Joy was dumbfounded.
This … this person was the legendary Shen Lang, whose intelligence was close to that of a demon?
Why was he acting like a busybody?
"What do you want me to do?" Bitter Joy asked directly.
Shen Lang said, "From now on, we'll eat from the same pot? What do you think? "
Bitter Joy nodded. "Sure!"
Shen Lang said, "This is His Highness, Ning Zheng."
Bitter Joy cupped his hands. "Greetings, Your Highness."
Ning Zheng became even more humble. He cupped his hands at a ninety degree angle. "Greetings, Brother Zhuo."
Immediately, Bitter Joy bowed. "Greetings, Your Highness. Greetings, Shen."
That was how he was.
He was arrogant at first, but if others treated him with respect, he would return it tenfold.
Shen Lang said, "Zhuo Yichen, are you willing to become a Qianhu in His Highness's residence?"
Zhuo Yichen was a legend in the State of Yue, an 18-year-old martial arts champion.
If he had been a normal official, he would have been a fourth-rank general, maybe even higher.
A Qianhu was a small position to him.
"Sure." Bitter Joy said.
Shen Lang said, "Brother Zhuo, are you willing to assist the Fifth Prince to ascend the throne with me and establish a career?"
Bitter Joy was stunned.
His Highness fighting for the throne? How was that possible?
Even if he lost his head, he wouldn't succeed.
But … since Shen Lang gave him a new life.
Then, he would use his life to repay him.
Immediately, Bitter Joy knelt on one knee. "Your subject, Zhuo Yichen, greets His Highness. As long as he doesn't betray me, I will never betray him! "
This was Bitter Joy's promise.
Once he pledged his loyalty, it would be for life, unless the person he pledged his loyalty to betrayed him.
I, Bitter Joy, will never betray!
Shen Lang said, "Congratulations, Your Highness, you've gained an invincible commander!"
… …
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