Chapter 356: Here Comes Li Zangfeng
The full moon hangs high, like the eyes of a fox.
Weiyang Street at night looks particularly empty and deserted.
In front of the steamed stuffed bun shop on the corner of the street, the man in Chinese clothes looked out of place.
"Master Wu, long time no see!"
Respectful voices sounded slowly in the empty street, like ripples, spreading from near to far.
The busy Lao Wu turned his back to the man in fine clothes, paused the work in his hands slightly, his straight figure was like a knife, and in an instant revealed a majesty that was hard to see in ordinary times.
The man in Chinese clothes raised his eyes and stared, a trace of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
To be honest, if it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to come here and contact this evil star in front of him.
"Has the Imperial Palace not forgotten me, a cripple?"
Lao Wu packed up the knives on the chopping board without turning his head, and his voice was indifferent.
"Master Wu was joking, he has been away for ten years, and his reputation is still the same, Master Wu is still the same as Master Wu back then." The man in Chinese clothes said respectfully.
This sentence comes from the heart, from the heart.
He knew very well that the man in front of him lived in this place, but ten years ago, he was a sharp blade cultivated by the Imperial Palace.
He has practiced so far, and he has never been defeated. The souls who died under his sword, if he picks out any one, are all famous, noble and prominent, and not in the same dust as the common people.
Undefeated in thousands of battles, with bones like mountains, victory or defeat means life and death.
This man's sword has never left anyone alive, and his murderous reputation was earned.
It can be said that Lao Wu is the most perfect killing machine cultivated by Imperial Palace in the past twenty years.
All this is because he has practiced the secret [Dao of Slaughter] handed down by Imperial Palace.
Throughout the ages, there have been very few disciples of the Imperial Palace who have been able to practice this way.
Dedicated to killing with one's own body, driving Qingming freely.
Such qualifications are rare.
He is also one of the few people who has been given the surname "Wu" as a person with a foreign surname.
"I've been away for years,
It's rare that the Imperial Palace still remembers me, but it's a pity that there seems to be nothing left to miss when the old man withers away. "Old Wu raised his head, and the movements in his hands paused again.
He turned his back to the man in the fancy dress, showing no expression.
"Although the person is not here, the affection is still there." The man in the fancy dress narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Love...love...the most sad thing in a person's life is the level of love!" Old Wu murmured softly.
Originally, he just wanted to live here, in a mediocre manner, and run a steamed stuffed bun shop with no business, and end his life here.
However, Imperial Palace does have an unavoidable affection for him.
Back then, he was just a kid fleeing famine to survive, starving to death everywhere, even eating mud.
In the ancient temple in the wilderness, in the dark night, facing the corpse in front of him, the desire born of hunger made him unbearable.
At that moment, a group of carriages and horses passed by, those people were tall and graceful, the look in his eyes he could never forget in his life.
"Before life and death, what is human nature?"
The man sat on the horse, looked at him as a young man, and sighed softly.
That day became a turning point of fate, and he followed him back to the Imperial Palace.
At that time, no one would have thought that more than ten years later, he would be a terrible knife.
"Should I pay back this affection?" Lao Wu whispered.
He stopped what he was doing, turned around slowly, his indifferent eyes changed, they were sharp and sharp, like the flash of a knife, terrifying.
The man in the fancy dress only glanced at it, then subconsciously took a step back, feeling terrified.
"Wu... Master Wu... just kidding, they are all from my family, why..."
"Come on, what's the matter?" Lao Wu interrupted him and asked.
"I want to ask Master Wu to help kill someone." The man in the Chinese suit lowered his body and said.
"Who?" Old Wu asked in a deep voice.
Since he was able to make a move, he must not be an unknown person.
"Mr. Yan!"
The night wind howled, blowing out the dim candles, and the scattered fireworks died out in the darkness.
The moonlight was faintly shining in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop.
The man in Chinese clothes looked up, but he couldn't see Lao Wu's face clearly.
"I see."
After a long silence, Lao Wu finally responded.
"Master Wu..." The man in the fancy dress didn't get a definite answer, so he spoke again.
"I said I got it." Lao Wu shouted in a deep voice, "Go away."
The expression of the man in the fancy dress changed again and again, he didn't dare to say anything more, and bowed respectfully.
"Master Wu, my little one will leave."
The sound of footsteps gradually moved away, and there was a sigh in the dark bun shop, lonely and deep, still smudged by autumn water, and suddenly frosty.
...
Meixiang Bieyuan.
Zhou Dao recovered from the state of cultivation, he held his breath and concentrated, and absorbed the boundless blood energy around him into the [Qi Haiqiao].
"The sky has changed!"
Zhou Dao walked to the yard and watched the black clouds gather in the sky, enveloping the dark clouds.
Suddenly, his heart twitched slightly, and a strange feeling arose, that blessing and misfortune came together, and he felt it, and subconsciously looked sideways.
"Good induction, blessed to the soul, no wonder I can pick up the Black Prison King Stone."
A cold voice sounded in the yard.
Zhou Dao was horrified. He saw a man in black armor walking slowly from the darkness. The space around him was distorted. Everyone in the courtyard seemed to be exiled. They were in a dream and could not perceive the changes in the outside world.
The aura emanating from this man was heavy and frightening.
Zhou Dao was terrified, even Huo Longwang had never felt this kind of feeling before.
"Who are you?" Zhou Dao asked involuntarily.
Even if he thinks with his toes, he can think that the man in front of him is definitely a master, a master who is not weaker than Huo Longwang.
"I am the master of the black prison, and I am here to save you." The man in black armor whispered.
"Master of the black prison? Save me?" Zhou Dao looked bewildered.
"You picked up the Black Prison King Stone in Wanbao Pavilion, and you are destined to be with me."
The master of the black prison stared fixedly at Zhou Dao, as if he had discovered a treasure.
The power of the black prison comes from [Black Prison King Stone].
In this world, not everyone can give it a fit.
This little guy in front of him is so rare, how could he miss it?
That's why, as the master of the black prison, he came here from the capital without hesitation, just to take the young man in front of him away.
"Black Prison King Stone!?"
Zhou Dao was stunned, he didn't expect that the black stone in Wanbao Pavilion had such a history, and there was such a terrifying existence behind it.
That day, he just did it casually, helping Jiang Yuan obtain [Nirvana Pupil].
"Senior..." Zhou Dao whispered, just about to speak.
A terrifying force surged towards him, his body gradually lifted off the ground, and he was about to flee through the air if he looked at it.
"Needless to say, this is a good fortune that you can't cultivate in eight lifetimes, and it's useless to smoke from the ancestral grave." The master of the black jail chuckled.
From now on, there will be descendants of his black prison.
"King Lie, put him down."
At this moment, an indifferent voice came from the corner of the yard.
Zhou Dao's body was pulled by another force, offset each other, and fell to the ground.
He raised his eyes and couldn't help but change color.
There, a man came slowly, dressed in commoner clothes, with a sharp edge in the ordinary.
"Li Zangfeng!" The expression of the master of the black prison suddenly changed.
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