Chapter 58 Reflection (Additional update for ‘(_Master just now’ 10,000 rewards)
Wen Yue was still lying on the bed, but he just changed the place.
Moved from the hut in the backyard to the former courtyard.
The maids and handymen are still there.
His leg was injured by sneaking, and the only way to heal it with ordinary medicinal stones is to rely on time.
Although I have asked the Immortal Master of the Worshiping Tower, they are not good at treating illnesses and saving people, so that’s it.
Pushing the door open and entering, Chujiu called softly: "Young Master."
Wen Yue looked up and saw Chujiu and Shizhu at the same time.
The stone pillar is indeed as its name suggests. It is tall and looks like a pillar.
Another embroidered clothes guard, working out his muscles, bones and skin. Although he was severely injured by Zhou Liang's slap, he could walk freely after only half a day's rest.
This should be the second time he has met Wen Yue. After all, seeing such a big shot, even if he is full of anger, he will inevitably be frightened.
This is the tension and fear caused by sudden cross-class communication.
Wen Yue asked: "You are the one next to Xiang Baihu, do you have any difficulties?"
"I didn't expect that the prince could still remember the villain."
Shi Zhu suddenly understood why Xiang Hu not only did not resent the prince, but instead left a secret letter and treasure.
Even though they had only met him once, such a big shot still remembered him. Instead of blaming him for being angry, he asked him what difficulties he had.
Such people are worthy of service and make people want to fight for them.
"This is the secret message and... things that I asked Baihu to give you." Shizhu gritted his teeth, tore open the lining, and took out the secret message sewn in, along with the foot-long piece of money in the silver bag that was covered with an unknown banner. A small, finger-long item wrapped.
Wen Yue was slightly stunned, his expression suddenly depressed, and then his voice was slightly high-pitched: "Xiang Baihu?"
He got up from the couch, but he fell to the ground and struggled to get up.
On the ninth day of the month, Chujiu was in a hurry, exclaimed, and hurried to help him.
Shi Zhu couldn't help but be moved, took two steps forward, and handed the secret letter and things to Wen Yue.
Wen Yue quickly opened the letter.
"Your Majesty, your words are as clear as your face."
By the time I read this letter, I will no longer be alive.
This magical thing is called the ‘Ghost Faced Flag’.
Feeding with internal energy can obtain the 'black elixir bead'. I used the black elixir bead to enter the refining viscera and then enter the innate world.
Return to the innate state the day after tomorrow, open all the organs in the body, turn all the energy in the body into magic power, and become an immortal master.
Swallowing pill beads requires...
The ghost-faced flag hosts a ghost and god, who will teach the immortal skills in the middle of the night when the internal energy is sufficient.
With this treasure, the prince can become an immortal master and cure leg diseases.
All past kindnesses will be returned.
Xiang Hu’s final work.
Wen Yue stared at the letter in a daze. At some point, water drops fell on the letter, which woke him up.
"Why should we repay such a small favor with our lives?"
The hand holding the letter shook.
Wen Yue didn't even expect that what Shi Zhu brought to the old man would be such a magical treasure.
As for why you didn't bring it in person.
How could Xiang Baihu not know that this was the treasure of the Immortal Master? If he had brought it that day, the Immortal Masters in the Enshrinement Building would certainly not have given up.
This strategy was used out of desperation.
Seeing the Crown Prince burst into tears, it didn't look like he was faking it. Shi Zhu's stagnation disappeared a lot, and he said, "Prince, I want to take away Xiang Baihu's corpse."
"No, I want to give him a grand burial."
Shi Zhu looked determined: "Your Majesty, I must take the leader's body away today."
"Not negotiable?"
Shi Zhu shook his head and said nothing.
"I can give you glory and wealth, but you must leave?" Wen Yue stared at the stone pillar and said softly.
With the legacy of Xiang Baihu, Shizhu will be like a fish in water with him. Even if he doesn't do anything, he will be able to occupy a high position in the future and become the big shot that Shizhu once aspired to be.
Wen Yue is also sincere and does not lie.
"You hate me?" After pondering for a long time, he asked.
"I don't dare. I enter the Liang Dynasty just to eat the wealth in the world. I'm afraid that the boss Xiang won't be used to enjoying the golden nanmu, so he will inevitably blame me."
Wen Yue opened his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and sighed: "That's it, that's it."
He took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it over: "If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to Liangdu again to find me. If you blame me, you can pawn the jade pendant and earn some money."
"Thank you for your reward, Your Majesty. Your Majesty is righteous." Shi Zhu took the jade pendant and turned to leave.
Chujiu took the stone pillar to the mourning hall, where the body of the old man Xiang was placed in the coffin.
Xiang Hu's expression was peaceful and his face was rosy. He didn't look like he was dead, but seemed to be asleep.
Saw him for the last time.
Close the coffin.
On the ninth day of the lunar month, people were sent to prepare the bullock cart.
Shizhu drove directly to the city gate of Liangdu with the coffin containing the body.
At dusk this day, the light setting in the west was bright red.
He did not return to the Hou Mansion until the ninth day of the lunar month when the bullock cart was no longer seen.
Wen Yue asked melancholy: "He's gone?"
"Yes, young master, he left and didn't look back."
It was right to leave, because even he wanted to leave.
Power kills people invisible, and if something goes wrong, he will be squeezed out by the surrounding powerful people. It is difficult for even his own people to believe it. There are overt and covert fights between the houses, killing people without blood.
It all started with his broken leg.
This led to disaster for those who followed him.
Ultimately, it's because he lacks strength.
Wen Yue held the soul flag in his hand and stared at it solemnly.
"Can it really be cured?"
Wen Yue's strength is not bad. Thanks to the solid foundation laid by eating well since he was a child, and being carefully taught by martial arts masters, Wen Yue has become a second-rate master in the world in less than 30 years old.
He is also among the best in the bone forging realm.
If it weren't for his confidence in his own strength, he wouldn't have taken action against Gui Chong in that situation.
In terms of basic foundation and depth of Qi and blood, Wen Yue is far superior to the old man Xiang.
And now is the time when you are young, your energy and blood are full and there is no sign of decline or decline.
Whether it is true or not, and whether it can cure leg diseases, you will know once you try it.
With a nervous mood, Wen Yue poured his inner energy into the soul flag.
There was no sign of the soul flag being opened.
Wen Yue continued to deliver inner energy.
For a quarter of an hour, Wen Yue, who was already pale, was now completely pale.
Lips are blue.
Sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
"Not enough inner energy?"
"Or is it a lie?" Wen Yue was already panicking.
If there is no response for a while, you can continue to wait, but a quarter of an hour passes in the blink of an eye, and the treasure in your hand does not move at all, which makes people doubt its authenticity.
Wen Yue suddenly felt lonely and desperate.
Also, how could a leg disease that even an immortal master couldn't cure be cured by an unknown treasure?
Maybe using treasures also requires dividing people.
And he is not the destined person.
Wen Yue smiled bitterly and said nothing, let alone hysterical shouting, just like it should be.
However, just when Wen Yue was disheartened.
The soul-honoring flag suddenly opened.
A black bead the size of a black egg fell out of the flag.
Tu Shanjun didn't know Wen Yue's sentimentality.
He was just thinking whether he had allowed Banner to develop freely.
As a result, none of them truly embarked on the path of spiritual practice, and were all burdened by the worldly world.
Even though they have become Qi practitioners, their hearts are still the same ordinary ones as before, and their pursuit of immortality is not as strong as Tushanjun's own.
A quick look shows that among all the previous banner masters, Zhao Shixian turned out to be the most sincere in seeking the truth.
However, Zhao Shixian, the demon cultivator, must die, and Tushanjun will never keep him.
So while waiting, he absorbed more inner energy with magical properties, just in time to fall asleep faster.
As for why he didn't hand over the soul flag to other Qi practitioners, this was a decision that Tu Shanjun had made long ago.
Hou Boxu is certainly worthy of respect, but if he meets such a monk, will he still be able to succeed?
Tu Shanjun admires and respects people like that very much, but now that he thinks about it, he is also afraid of meeting such people.
If you encounter it, there is no chance that the soul flag will be destroyed.
This situation must be guarded against.
Therefore, Tushanjun would rather crawl around in the mortal world for a longer time than fall into the hands of other monks.
The casual cultivators in the enshrinement building are even more slippery, and Tu Shanjun really doesn't want to have to fight with the leader of the flag when he is cultivating with all his strength.
Just like Zhou Liang, that person is not as good as him, otherwise the two sides would really have to fight.
Therefore, the banner master still has to cultivate it himself before he can rest assured.
It's better to start something from scratch than to be tricked.