Uncle Jiu's Senior Brother

"Uncle Master, you're useless. You can't hold him back." Lu Li used his magic power and felt a stagnation and a stuffy feeling in his chest. He knew that he was seriously injured, so he quickly grabbed Taoist Qianhe who was about to rush up and fight.

"If I hadn't asked you to solve the case, you wouldn't have ended up like this with me. How am I going to explain this to my senior brother?" Taoist Qianhe shed tears of regret.

There is no medicine for regret in the world. The red mist retracted and the big hand above recovered and slapped down again. Lu Li and Qianhe were in life and death crisis.

Lu Li felt a slight heat in his chest, and he quickly reached out and took out something. It was the Bagua Jade Talisman that the headmaster had given him before he left. At this moment, the jade talisman was stained with the blood from Lu Li's injury, and seemed to be stimulated, emitting bursts of heat.

Lu Li quickly retracted his hand due to the burn, but the jade talisman did not fall to the ground. Instead, it emitted golden light and flew towards the big hand in the sky.

"Hahaha! You old immortal, you really have merged with the ghost and become a ghost body. Now you still want to attack the younger generation. Don't forget that this is in the Central Plains. My disciple has done a good job. I will wait for you in Maoshan."

The voice of the Maoshan Sect Master rang out in the air, and the golden light emitted by the jade talisman became stronger and stronger. They collided with the big hand.

Lu Li seemed to see a shock wave spreading out, and then he flew up and fell to the street outside with Taoist Qianhe.

"Ahem!" After a while, Lu Li looked at Taoist Qianhe, only to see that he had fainted. Looking back, the entire Prince Su's Mansion had been reduced to a flat ground. There were broken bricks and walls everywhere, and there was no trace of the prosperity and splendor that it had when it came. The red mist in the sky also dissipated, probably because the energy had been consumed.

"Does this count as changing history?" With a wry smile, Lu Li carried Taoist Qianhe on his back and staggered towards his residence.

The sun rises from the east and the sky is already bright.

"Hey! It hurts!"

Taoist Qianhe woke up from the bed, his whole body aching, as if he had been beaten with a stick. As his memory came back, Taoist Qianhe's face changed.

"Nephew? Ah Li?" His memory only stayed on the jade talisman in Lu Li's arms rising into the air, and he heard the voice of his master, followed by a huge explosion that blew him away. He fainted in the air.

When he tried to raise his hand, he found that his whole body was wrapped in gauze, like a mummy. He turned his head slightly and saw Lu Li sitting cross-legged on the couch, practicing Qigong. His face was sweating and pale, so he didn't dare to disturb him.

At this time, Lu Li was healing himself. He took great pains to carry Taoist Qianhe back and changed his bandages. He only had a few broken bones and nothing else. He told his two junior brothers not to disturb him and began to heal his wounds.

Only after his spiritual consciousness entered his body did he realize how badly he was injured. The red hand was definitely an old monster in the Jindan stage, and even in the Jindan stage, he was a master. From what the master said, it seemed that he knew this person.

At this time, the mana in his Dantian was running wild, and his internal organs were all damaged. If it weren't for his deep mana and powerful lightning fist, he would probably be hurt more seriously. But there were also benefits. He killed the priest and fought a punch with the great master of the Jindan stage, which made him more experienced in the use of mana.

The merits gained from killing Fuso Priest and others were circulated to his internal organs. A cool feeling spread out and Lu Li's face gradually became rosy.

After an unknown amount of time, the injury had improved under the treatment of merit. After the mana had circulated for several cycles and there was no more sluggishness, Lu Li opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Taoist Qianhe looking at him with a dark face. His eyes were moist. Lu Li was moved. This uncle was willing to sacrifice himself to save him yesterday. He was indeed a reliable person. He was still so worried about him now.

Lu Li stood up, stretched himself a bit and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, I'm fine now, don't worry about me."

"Nephew, I'm so glad you're okay. I finally explained to my senior brother, but can you help me to the toilet? I need to relieve myself." Taoist Qianhe felt very aggrieved because he dared not say a word when he saw Lu Li practicing his Qi. He was so depressed from morning to noon that his face turned green.

"Ahem! Sorry, uncle, I forgot." He quickly called two junior brothers to bring the chamber pot to help Taoist Qianhe. Taoist Qianhe had a broken bone and would probably have to stay in bed for three months.

Outside, the capital was in chaos. The entire Prince Su's mansion was razed to the ground. None of the princes, princesses, and concubines in the mansion survived. They were all buried under the rubble. Only some servants who were far away survived, and they were also taken away by the patrol police for questioning. However, the servants only knew that they heard the explosion last night, and they knew nothing else and did not see anything.

I heard that the old guard was furious. That was a prince. But now the Beiyang government is in charge, and they don't have time to deal with this matter. They told them to investigate and they won't ask about it anymore.

So even though there was chaos outside, the common people were just there to watch the fun. The patrol police sent people to surround the palace to check if there were any living people, and then search for some things to make some money. How could the patrol police afford to offend someone who could mess up the palace like this?

After three days, Taoist Qianhe was able to walk a little. The physique of a cultivator was indeed different. As for Lu Li, he was completely fine, and even his cultivation had improved. He felt that he was only one step away from the golden elixir realm. This was also thanks to the blow he had with the red hand. That blow gave him a more comprehensive understanding of the golden elixir realm, which could not be understood by preaching.

Uncle Jiu also learned from the Maoshan headmaster that Lu Li and Taoist Qianhe were injured, and almost came to kill him. Fortunately, Lu Li persuaded him and told Uncle Jiu that he was fine, but Taoist Qianhe had broken his bones and needed to rest for a while.

"Don't be so reckless in the future and think more about the people around you." It was the first time that Uncle Jiu scolded Lu Li.

However, Lu Li only felt full of concern. He could imagine Uncle Jiu's anxiety and worry when he learned that he was injured.

"Master, I'm fine now. If I was going to die, I wouldn't be so impulsive. I went up to fight him because I knew he couldn't kill me. Always keep some energy to protect yourself. Master taught me that."

"That's good to know. Your master told you to be careful recently. The Fuso organization won't let it go like that. Be sure to notify me if anything happens." Uncle Jiu said seriously.

"I understand, Master."

After breaking the Maoshan Mirror Light Technique, Lu Li shook his head and laughed. Uncle Jiu had to see him before he would be relieved, and for this he did not hesitate to use his great mana to use the Maoshan Mirror Light Technique. Usually, to send a message to several people, you can use the communication talisman, although the speed is slower, similar to sending a text message, but this time Uncle Jiu insisted on video. The mana consumed is equivalent to fighting a zombie.

Two and a half months later, at the city gate of Beijing.

"Nephew, I won't see you off. You must be careful this time when you go north." Taoist Qianhe bowed.

"Uncle Master, are you still not confident in my ability? You should finish the things at hand as soon as possible and go back." Lu Li replied in return.

"It may take me another week. I have been involved in too many official affairs over the years. After I finish dealing with it, I will return to Maoshan to practice. My nephew hopes that you can reach the Golden Elixir stage as soon as possible. I will see you at Maoshan."

"Uncle, take care!"

"Take care, nephew!"

Taoist Qianhe looked at Lu Li's back and murmured, "Nephew, Maoshan will depend on you from now on."

After that, he took his two disciples back to the capital to deal with the remaining matters. After this incident, Taoist Qianhe deeply realized the importance of strength. He made up his mind to return to Maoshan and never leave the mountain until he reached the late stage of foundation building.