One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 118 117: General Nangong

Sun Kerui and others were a little anxious.

Is he dead?
Really dead?
She took out the "Book of Secret Words of Yin Lu" and turned to her page. There was a vertical word on it: "Already entered the city!"

She closed the book and said, "We have entered the city. We are ready."

She looked at the person by the window, but the darkness in that place seemed to be heavier, but no one could be seen.

However, she felt that the darkness seemed to move.

She was waiting, and the person at the window was waiting too.

Time passed little by little.

On the other side, Zhao Fuyun was sitting in the Taoist courtyard. A red flame magic lamp was placed on the table next to him. He closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation, feeling the sense of danger sinking in his heart.

He knew he had made the right choice.

Meanwhile, Sun Kerui was waiting anxiously. A night watchman passed by, and then a team of city guards on night patrol passed by. After that, no one else passed by. Soon, the words appeared in her "Book of Yin Lu Secret Language": "Give up!"

Sun Kerui immediately stood up and said, "Let's go."

She didn't know how the 'master' knew the situation here, but if she had to guess, she felt that the night watchmen and night patrol city guards who had passed by here before might have been the 'master's' spies.

Zhao Fuyun did not come back. It was very likely that he discovered something, so he did not come back. It was also possible that he was injured, so he hid. There were many possibilities, but it was certain that he would not come back. It was still dark outside, but she was sure that it was almost dawn.

She opened the door, then carefully went out and locked the door without waiting for that person.

After leaving the house, she walked on the street, crossing a street quickly and carefully, but stopped in an alley, then looked back. Behind her, a shadow followed her without her knowing.

"Why, do you have something to say to me, Senior?" Sun Kerui's heart sank. She knew that these evil people often had strange and evil minds and never cared about their companions.

"Hey, little girl, you are pretty. Why don't you come and play with me, an old man?" The old man wearing a round hat and slightly hunched over said with a smile.

Sun Kerui felt sick and said, "Senior, are you joking? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"It's rare for an old man to come to the city, and I've been in the same room with you for such a long time. The fragrance on your body is always tempting me. Anyway, it's still early, so let's have some fun!" The old man smiled, appeared from the darkness, and approached step by step.

Anger flashed in Sun Kerui's eyes, and her hand was already clasping a multicolored stone. That was her magic weapon, which could attack the physical body and the spirit.

The talismans she made were mainly earth-based, and followed the family tradition of talisman making, which included the techniques of throwing and summoning.

In aristocratic families, the methods that can be passed down as family traditions have never been limited to methods of exorcising evil spirits. If there is no inheritance, the evil spirits that are exorcised will only have the single nature of the five elements and will not be able to include other Dharma natures.

Among them, the summoning can summon some mysterious existences, and the throwing technique is equally mysterious. She throws something with a hint of certainty of hitting the target.

Sun Kerui suddenly thought of a person - Old Man Zhou.

Old Man Zhou was an evil man she had heard of since she was a child. Few people had seen his face, only that he looked like an old man. This man was extremely cunning, liked to suck people's souls, and was said to like to eat human brains and hearts.

But for Sun Kerui, the most terrifying thing is that this man is said to be extremely lustful.

After raping a woman, he would eat her soul and brain.

However, at this moment, a person appeared at the entrance of the alley. A middle-aged man wearing a samurai robe and a samurai scarf, with a single sword on his waist, looked at the two people in the alley.

Sun Kerui shouted in surprise: "General Nangong."

The old man in the round hat turned around and saw the man in warrior costume. His face changed, and he heard the other man say, "Old Zhou, you dare to enter Guangyuan Prefecture, then don't leave."

Old man Zhou let out a roar, opened his mouth and spit out a black mist, and he rushed forward. The smoke he brought was enough to confuse the mind and block the vision.

Smoke billowed up, and a small black flag appeared in his hand. When the black flag was waved, an evil ghost rushed out from the smoke. The evil ghost had two horns on its head and red eyes. It rushed towards the warrior.

But he himself jumped onto the roof.

At this moment, there was a sound of a knife breaking through the air, a white light flashed across the darkness, and the evil ghost was scattered under the knife light.

Old man Zhou had already climbed onto the roof. He felt a strong sense of danger. When he turned back in shock, a knife flashed by like a crescent moon.

A head flew up and black smoke poured out, as if it was about to transform into a human and escape. Another knife energy swept past, and the black smoke that was about to condense into a human was dissipated by the wind.

Sun Kerui knew who this man was. He was Nangong Fei, the garrison general of Guangyuan Prefecture.

"Thank you, General Nangong." Sun Kerui saluted towards Nangong Fei on the roof. Nangong Fei glanced at her and said, "Although the Sun family has become less populous and the fertile land has been dispersed, we should work harder to cultivate and should not mix with some evil people. If we don't stay away from these evil people, disaster will not be far away."

Sun Kerui opened her mouth but couldn't say anything. It was as if General Nangong's look just now saw through her.

A trace of fear arose in her heart.

……

Zhao Fuyun sat in the Daozi courtyard until dawn.

Everything was safe, and as the day was about to dawn, the last glimmer of danger disappeared, and he knew that he had escaped a disaster this time.

A vague sense of enlightenment arose in my heart, and my understanding of the calamity became even deeper.

He couldn't help but wonder whether he should learn some fortune-telling techniques to complement his own talismans.

As I survived or avoided disasters time and time again over the past few days, the disaster talisman in my heart became clearer and clearer.

As the sky grew brighter, the lower-court disciples of Daozi Academy woke up. A day later, they heard that Zhao Fuyun had killed someone in Guangyuan market.

Moreover, they heard various versions of the process. Some said he was assassinated, and some said he set a trap on purpose.

What they were most concerned about was magic. After hearing the process of the fight, they were all shaken. In their opinion, the magic cast by Zhao Fuyun was mysterious and smooth, which was exactly what they imagined a cultivator should be like.

I also heard that after leaving the market, the senior brother killed a cultivator from Qianshan Country. I don’t know who spread the news, but two days later, it was spread so vividly that it seemed as if someone had seen it with their own eyes.

The eyes of the lower-court disciples sparkled when they saw Zhao Fuyun.

During a lecture, a fellow apprentice couldn't help but ask, "Brother, can you tell me about the magic you performed in the market?"

(End of this chapter)