The autumn wind blew harder and harder. Even though the southern sea was humid and mild, people could still feel a trace of coldness.
Especially at night, when the late autumn wind blew from the sea, the cold air gave people a bone-piercing chill.
However, the barracks of the General's Mansion was not cold at all.
There were two large vats of oil in the room. Cotton wicks that were as thick as a child's arm were lit up like torches. The interior of the room, which was a few square meters wide, was as bright as day. However, there was no smell of oil or smoke. Instead, there was a faint fragrance.
This was a specialty of the South State's seaside, whale oil. It could be eaten and used as a lamp. Without ash, it could also be used as a torch. It was a necessity in the army.
Hong Yi sat behind the military desk in the barracks. On both sides were burly guards. The three brothers of the Black Hawk Stockade, the five elders of the White Cloud, and the nine experts of the Blood Drop Camp. They were all top-notch warriors and martial masters.
Other than that, Young Mu, Chi Zhuiyang, Shen Tiezhu, Lei Lie, Shan Qiu, Wen Feiyan, and the flying guillotine, the seven Innate Experts were sitting on both sides of the table. There were also two handmaidens dressed in leather boots, who were full of heroic spirit. They were holding a pair of scissors and cutting the burnt wick in the oil tank.
The two maids were Silver Moon and Silver Wind of the Eight Silver Moon Guards.
With such a lineup, Hong Yi appeared to be very pleased with himself, as if he was in control of everything.
There was no reason for him not to be.
A year ago, he was still in the Marquis's Mansion. Even a little maid dared to play tricks on him. Today, a year later, he was already a General. Moreover, he himself was a Innate Expert. His spirit was cultivated to the highest level and was close to a Ghost Immortal. He was the strongest under the Ghost Immortal.
Even Prince He, who was at the peak of his power in the court, an important expert under the Prince, and a famous Taoist practitioner, Mr. Zhou, was easily defeated by him.
Everything had changed too much.
It was so great that it was unimaginable. The Hong Yi from one year ago would never have imagined that he would possess such strength and might one year later.
Sitting on the general's seat and issuing orders, Hong Yi looked at Mr. Zhou, who was dispirited and listless. He sat on the ground with his legs spread open, and the pleasure in his heart grew stronger. He wished he could sing a song, drink to his heart's content, and forget about his body.
However, he suddenly thought of Chief Steward Wu, whose martial arts reached the heavens and could appear and disappear unpredictably. His heart immediately became heavy, and all of his complacency and happiness turned into deep vigilance, as well as a plan to prepare for a rainy day.
"Mr Zhou, what's your real name?"
Hong Yi sat behind the military desk, fiddling with the jade flute in his hand. This jade flute belonged to Mr. Zhou. It was sparkling and translucent, and its whole body was green without any impurities. It turned out to be a special product of the Western Region, the Green Drop Jade.
This jade flute was worth at least thirty to forty thousand taels of silver.
The jade flute was engraved with exquisite poems and fairies. They were vivid and lifelike, as if they were about to fly out. Such exquisite carving added a lot of value to the jade flute.
A jade box was placed on the military table. A strong medicinal fragrance was being emitted from the jade box. The Soaring Centipede that had attacked Hong Yi was coiled up in the jade box. It was motionless, as if it was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Other than the jade flute and the jade box, there were also thirty banknotes from the largest Heavenly Bank in Jade Capital on the table. Each banknote was worth a thousand taels of silver.
The banknotes from the famous banks and banks in the Da Qian Dynasty were all worth a hundred to five hundred taels of silver. Only the Southern Taichang Bank and Heavenly Bank had banknotes worth a thousand taels of silver.
Thirty banknotes meant thirty thousand taels of silver. Such a huge sum of money was carried by Mr. Zhou everywhere, but now it was taken out.
Other than the jade flute, the Flying Centipede, the jade box, and the banknotes, there was also a silver needle wrapped in a brocade bag. Nobody knew what it was for.
When Hong Yi escorted Mister Zhou to be interrogated, he only found these items. The rest of the items were clean and smooth, there was nothing else.
"Mr. Zhou, you only have these few things on you? How shabby. You practice the Essence Temple's Taoist techniques and martial arts. Why don't you have any secret manuals or magical items? "
Hong Yi played with the jade flute for a while and asked Zhou Dasheng. However, the other party closed his eyes and did not answer. Therefore, Hong Yi asked again.
Zhou Dasheng practiced the Essence Temple's Taoist techniques and martial arts. Of course, Hong Yi was very interested in it. The things from the Six Holy Lands, whether it was Taoist techniques or martial arts, had been thoroughly tempered and integrated with the wisdom of countless generations. No genius could be compared to them.
If he could get some scriptures and secret manuals of Essence Temple's Taoist techniques and martial arts, Hong Yi might be able to comprehend them. He could integrate the strengths of hundreds of schools, see through the fog, and truly become a Ghost Immortal. He could achieve immortality and be dismembered at will.
"I think you are confused. People like us who practice Taoist techniques have a photographic memory. Everything is stored in our spirit and thoughts. How can we carry Taoist manuals and secret manuals with us?"
Mr. Zhou looked at Hong Yi for a while and suddenly smiled coldly. He then turned his eyes to Hills and Wen Feiyan. "I don't know what Hong Yi told you, but you actually betrayed Wang Ye and joined him? Wang Ye's power is boundless. No matter how strong Hong Yi is, he is only a bastard. Will you have a good ending by following him? "
Holy Hunchback Hills's eyes did not meet Mr. Zhou's. He simply closed his eyes and pretended to rest. "I am a dying old man. Wang Ye is not a kind person. I probably can't afford to join him, so I had to change masters and live a peaceful life."
"Eat a mouthful of peaceful rice, hehe." Mister Zhou smiled sinisterly. His eyes landed on Wen Feiyan's face. "What about you, Feiyan? Wang Ye did not mistreat you. He even took care of the Three Notes Sect. Now that you have betrayed Wang Ye, the Three Notes Sect is probably going to be destroyed. Your entire family is in danger, and you don't even care about this? Unless, unless you have taken a fancy to this Hong Yi! Hehe, he is only 15 years old. Are you thinking of robbing the cradle? "
"You …"
Wen Feiyan's face suddenly turned red. He then chuckled and said, "Young Master Yi, this Mr. Zhou has a sharp tongue. We have to think of a way to remove his teeth and tongue. He practices a special technique that can stimulate the acupoints in the head with silver needles, weakening the body in exchange for a stronger spirit. This technique is mysterious and strange. Young Master, you have to ask him."
"This technique belongs to the Essence Temple. Of course I have to ask him," Hong Yi said.
"I wonder how you want to interrogate me, Hong Yi?" Mr. Zhou laughed. "I have already thought it through. Even if you use harsh criminal law to treat me, it will only be an injury. Of course, if you want to destroy my body and soul, that's fine too. If you don't want to know my cultivation secret, killing me won't do you any good. Instead, you'll completely offend Prince Heqing. Why don't we discuss the conditions? "
"Did I hear wrongly? At this time, you are still discussing the conditions with me? "
Hong Yi found it a little funny. He looked at Mr. Zhou as if he didn't know this person.
"General, this guy is obviously a stubborn person! Hand him over to me! In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I will be able to subdue him. I don't dare to negotiate with you! "
Just as Hong Yi was thinking about how to make Mr. Zhou yield and hand over his secret technique, Yang Yingming, the commander of the Green Battalion at the door, suddenly spoke.
Yang Yingming was originally a small Dutou Official, but now he had been promoted to a commander.
"Oh? What idea do you have? "Hong Yi asked.
"Sir, do you remember the Da Qian law? How to deal with a demon after catching him?" Yang Yingming quickly replied.
"Not bad, not bad!" After being reminded by Yang Yingming, Hong Yi immediately understood. He looked at Mr. Zhou. "According to the Da Qian law, if a demon is caught assassinating an official of the imperial court, he will first be soaked in the manure cellar for three days to break his sorcery, and then hung on the city tower as an example to the public. Since Zhou Daxian doesn't want to cooperate, then I can only act according to the Da Qian law! "
"You dare!"
Mr. Zhou shouted sternly.
Bang!
Hong Yi fiercely hammered the military table, causing the cinnabar pen and arrow to fall to the ground. "I don't dare! Of course I dare! Even now, you are still talking nonsense to me? Yingming, strip him of his clothes, tie him up with a rope, and soak him in the manure cellar! "
"Yes! Mark it clearly! "
Yang Yingming waved his hand, and a few soldiers rushed in like wolves and tigers, rubbing their palms.
"Good! Good! Good! Hong Yi, you win! "After Mr. Zhou shouted sternly, his entire body seemed to deflate and he collapsed.
Stripping off his clothes and soaking him in a manure cellar, that was a taste that no one in the world could endure. This was especially true now that Mister Zhou's soul couldn't leave his shell. That taste was worse than death, and he had no choice but to submit.
"Since that's the case, tell me! Who are you? Are you a disciple of the Essence Temple? "Hong Yi asked.
"I am an outer disciple of the Essence Temple. During the New Year, the world was in chaos. The Essence Temple took the opportunity to enter the Great Zhou Dynasty to preach and developed a lot of believers. However, after the rise of the Da Qian, the various sects also chased the Essence Temple out, and all of them were killed. My lineage was left behind by the believers who did not die. "Mr. Zhou exhaled.
"I don't want to listen to you. Let me ask you, what Taoist techniques do you know? I'll give you a pen and paper. Copy down all of your Taoist techniques for me to study. If there's one less, let me have a taste of soaking in the manure cellar."
Hong Yi called for someone and gave the pen and paper to Mr. Zhou, asking him to copy down the Taoist technique scriptures and images on the spot.
"In a person's life, the blood and spirit are Yang, and the soul and spirit are Yin. However, the soul and spirit are combined, and the spirit and body are intertwined. Yin and Yang are intertwined, and the way of complementing each other is wondrous. When cultivating martial arts, the Yin of the spirit fuses with the body of the blood and spirit, and the spirit and body become one, and the cultivation base increases greatly. This is using Yin to supplement Yang. However, when cultivating the spirit, they do not know that the Yang of the blood and spirit, after transformation, can make up for the weakness of the spirit … Blood essence and vitality, body and spirit, Yin and Yang complement each other, the supreme Dao …"
Hong Yi walked around while watching Mr. Zhou copy down the scriptures he had learned.
Just by watching for a while, Hong Yi felt that the Taoist technique theory of the Essence Temple was indeed unique, broad and profound. It followed what the predecessors had not done, and thought of what the predecessors had thought.
Not to mention the Taoist technique, just by looking at the description of Yin and Yang complement, body, spirit, spirit, and soul, one could know that it was not fake.
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