Chapter 249 The Imperial Commander (Part 1)

A layer of hazy golden light was coiled around Lu Feng's body, constantly swallowing and spitting. When the golden light was strong, it could shoot a few feet away, and when it was weak, it was only about an inch. Looking through the golden light, Lu Feng's body was also hazy, as if the golden light expanded once, and his body became much thinner. Only when the golden light contracted, his body returned to its original state.

According to the witch clan's heart technique, nine Yuan power points were opened on Lu Feng's body, and the endless chaotic force poured into his body along the nine Yuan power points. When looking inside, you can see that the nine Yuan power points happened to form a symmetrical nine-angle star on his body. The influx of chaos power rushed into the nine-angle star like melted gold liquid. After hovering nine times, it turned into its own true energy and accumulated.

Now Lu Feng himself couldn't figure out what the true energy in his body should be called. It is a hundred times more powerful than ordinary true energy, and is more than a thousand times more dense than the misty purple air. Usually it stays in the body obscurely and never operates during breathing, but as soon as the Heart Art is activated, it will be like a burst of thunder, and it can reach a terrible high speed in an instant. And as soon as it is activated, these true energy will go from obscure and powerless to full of vitality, which always makes Lu Feng feel that he can create something casually.

The powerful true energy rushes in the body. Lu Feng can see his Nascent Soul compressing minute by minute, slowly shrinking from a terrible height of nearly three feet high. With each reduction, the purple thunder ejaculated from the Nascent Soul body becomes stronger, and the body becomes stronger, and the urge to be floating in the air to reach the sky.

In the nine-star cycle, the chaotic power that poured in from the nine Yuan power points became stronger and stronger, and the Nascent Soul became smaller and smaller. When the Nascent Soul was compressed to only about three inches, the Nascent Soul was no longer thunder and lightning, but like a continuous crossbow. No, it was not a continuous crossbow, as if it was the tide of the Qiantang River, purple lights were constantly gushing out. In Lu Feng's purple palace, purple clouds were tumbling wildly, as if the ocean in a hurricane was full of terrible power.

As if he had a hint of enlightenment, Lu Feng's heart moved the direction of the nine Yuan power points and added another force. With a "buzz" sound, the Nascent Soul, which could no longer shrink again, exploded and divided into three Nascent Souls of the same size, flying happily in the purple palace. At the same time, just as the Nascent Souls exploded, Lu Feng's body also turned into a golden light and dispersed, and merged into three figures and walked slowly in the secret room.

Lu Feng's eyes opened suddenly, and he finally realized that he had touched the threshold of the divine distraction stage. He was happy in his heart, and his Nascent Soul lost control and merged together again. A Nascent Soul that had burst out thunder was about three inches, and then floated up in the Zi Mansion carrier. With a "bang", the three figures also turned into golden light and gathered together again. Lu Feng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of joy and encouragement.

He couldn't help but feel a little grateful to Dan Qingsheng and Fei Xian. If the Heart Sutra they gave him had already given him the experience of transforming the body, it would have been rare to have entered the threshold of distraction so easily. He was also very grateful to Xia Jie. If Xia Jie hadn't forced his Nascent Soul to an incredible level and taught the secret techniques of the witch clan, he wouldn't have had the strength to enter the stage of distraction.

With Lu Feng's current strength, he has actually far exceeded the intensity that can be achieved in the late stage of the dispersion. However, he cannot understand the key to the virtual realm, so he can only wander on the threshold of the dispersion stage and cannot truly become a top master of cultivation. Xia Jie irresponsibly abandoned the "balance" and didn't know where to go. But what is "balance" and how to achieve this balance, Xia Jie didn't say anything, and could only rely on Lu Feng to explore it himself.

Lu Feng frowned, stood up with his hands behind his back, and muttered in a low voice: "My current true energy and magic power are probably not as strong as the top masters in the late stage of the distraction, but I am just in the early stage of the distraction. Well, for example... I am now equivalent to a Yuan Meng army, with extremely strong personal combat power and a large number. However, those masters in the late stage of the distraction, they are quite the army of the Ming Dynasty, and can use their troops more reasonably?... Bah, what a messy metaphor."

A blue light flashed in his eyes, and Lu Feng scolded "后后" and a white gap suddenly appeared in the air in front of him. He walked slowly in. When he appeared again, he went straight to the garden on the ground. "The secret techniques of the Witch Clan are indeed so powerful. Unfortunately, I lack magic power now and can only act like this within ten miles. Think about the elders of the Witch Clan, who can transform at will within ten miles. This is another place that those who practice Taoism cannot compare to."

After sighing at the powerful magic of the witch clan for a long time, Lu Feng remembered the meeting with Yuan Sheng again. In short, he took a lot of advantage. Yuan Sheng seemed to have endless heavenly-level spiritual pills, so Lu Feng got twenty-nine heavenly-level second-level spiritual pills from him, and even two heavenly-level first-level goods. He had given all the second-level ones, and he could probably get Zhou Chu and twenty-nine proud disciples to upgrade to the early stage of the golden elixir as soon as possible. He was planning to keep the two first-level ones for the kitten. Under Shui Yuanzi's protection, the kitten should be able to transcend the demon pill stage soon.

"Well, what is the monster who has passed the Demon Pill Stage? Is the Demon Infant? Hell, this name is so ugly."

The Sword of Immortal Killing was also refined by the Zhuque Warrior General for seven days and seven nights with the demon soul of the ancient golden crow. After spending at least two hundred years of Zhuque's Taoist practice, he finally upgraded the Sword of Immortal Killing to the level of a true immortal weapon. When Lu Feng thought of his sword breaking the Qinglong Warrior General's halberd into a big gap with his sword, which made the Qinglong Warrior General almost cry, he wanted to laugh. The Immortal Killing Immortal Killing I was so powerful that he was just a top magic weapon in the mortal world. He didn't pay attention for a moment and suffered a loss.

"Showing your diligence for nothing is either j or thief. Hehe, this Yuan Sheng seems to value me very much, then I can't blame me. You value me, so how can I not get more benefits? Monk and Taoist Rebel and Monk and Taoist Yan should be the direct subordinates of Yuan Sheng, right? As long as you keep a close eye on them, no matter what they want to do, I will destroy them, which will always make you suffer... No, you can't make a mistake. I want to see what you want to do in the end. Humph, as long as you need my help, you will not be fooled."

"You are not a single piece of iron inside. The Right Saint seems to be playing small moves to fight against Yuan Sheng for power. Monk Daoyan and Monk Daoyan are not loyal to the Yuan Sheng. That is just right, just to facilitate my Lu Feng's actions. Haha, I'm afraid that you are united, so I, Lu Feng, can only eat with my head down."

He stretched his waist long and made a comfortable "crackling" sound from the joints of his body. Lu Feng moaned comfortably. The witch clan's method is so exquisite. After every time he meditates and practices, he will have a deeper understanding of nature. It is like the scorching sun in summer now casts the scorching light on his body, but he doesn't feel the heat at all. Instead, he feels a gentle and warm energy slowly penetrates the skin, flowing lively in the meridians, and feels a slight drunkenness after drinking old wine.

Zhou Chu walked over quickly. A month ago, with the help of Lu Feng, Zhou Chu took the second-grade spiritual pill. The true energy in his body had crystallized smoothly and produced a part of the mist purple air. As long as he used several years of hard work to completely disperse the medicinal power of the spiritual pill, Zhou Chu would also officially form a golden pill. The other twenty-eight disciples who were given spiritual pills were about the same progress. About three or five years later, Lu Feng would have twenty-nine monks who had achieved golden pills.

Seeing Lu Feng standing in the garden, as if he was integrated with the flowers and trees around him, Zhou Chu's face was filled with blind admiration and fanatical reverence. He saluted respectfully and said respectfully: "Master, according to Your Majesty's will, those people have caught them. Just now, Eunuch Lu sent someone to say that Your Majesty asked Master to deal with these people quickly and kill the chicken for the monkey to see."

Lu Feng turned around, smiled and nodded and said, "Forget it, you have worked hard, and you have caught more than 7,500 people in half a month. It is a troublesome thing. Well, I have a few newly learned spiritual techniques here. If you practice it well in the evening, it will be of great benefit to you to control the sword and perform Taoism." After saying that, Lu Feng taught Zhou Chu the few small methods he learned from the Purple Heart Sutra.

Zhou Chu was overjoyed and hurriedly fell to the ground and thanked Lu Feng.

Lu Feng himself also had plans. Zhou Chu and others were considered disciples of the Yiyuan Sect, and they would never be able to practice the magic of the witch clan. Therefore, Zhou Chu and others must practice according to the most formal way of practicing Taoism. Although they were not very familiar with the profound methods of the Yiyuan Sect, Lu Feng would rather comprehend the Ziji Heart Sutra and teach them than let them learn the wonderful methods of the witch clan. This is a very strange psychology, and Lu Feng couldn't explain clearly what was going on.

As for what promised Xia Jie to let his witch clan carry forward... Well, Xia Jie has no specified time anyway, and it is not too late to carry forward it after a hundred years. Anyway, wouldn't he have to sleep for hundreds of years? As long as he wakes up next time and finds that there are witch clan disciples walking on earth, it will be worthy of him.

"Well, kill the chicken and show the monkey, hehe, Your Majesty, this time, even the chicken and the monkey have been killed. Where can there be monkeys watching the fun?"

That night, lanterns and torches were clear by the Qinhuai River. Seven thousand,532 famous Confucian scholars of the dynasty and their male family members were tied to the river bank like gourds. At one time, two hundred people were dragged to the riverside in a string. The ghost-headed swords were raised and two hundred heads fell to the ground. The executioners raised their toes and the heads were kicked into the Qinhuai River.

The crying sounded on the river bank, and the hard Confucian scholar raised his neck and began to insult Zhu Di's eighteen generations of ancestors. They now don't care about their gentleness, but they scolded them as if they were in the market. The literary reputation they had accumulated over decades was completely shattered. However, the soldiers around them were not a good meal. They saw that some people scolded the emperor, so they immediately rushed up and slapped them heavily. So their teeth and blood flew together. These literary men suffered a lot before their death.

Sitting upright on the Grand Master's chair, Lu Feng crossed his legs and looked helplessly at those who struggled, insulted, begged for mercy, cried bitterly, or fainted. He shook his head and sighed, "These scholars! Hey, it's useless, they are scholars. I don't know what the use of these scholars are? Can they govern the country? Can they fight? They have other than going to brothels and brothels to make some jokes about talented men and beautiful women. Then I will criticize the emperor as the best in the world, and then scold us "laid dogs". What will they do?"

He sighed deeply, and Lu Feng looked at the more than a hundred Confucian scholars standing beside him kindly, and said in an extremely gentle manner: "What should literati do things like literati? Isn't it happy to organize a little classic in the old paper pile and gain a reputation that has been remembered forever? You can be an official and receive money. How happy? How are you like these people?" Lu Feng pointed at the beheaded batches of people as if he pointed at the pile of garbage.

"Look at them, some of them are all out of their clothes, and they are still clamoring for gentleness, benevolence, righteousness, and morality. What are they still called the throne, rebellion, and rebellion? Bullshit!"

"Damn it, the family is poor and has no money. People who have to sell land and houses to go to the brothel to have fun. They don't care about their lives. This is also called Hongru? This is also called Mr.? I fuck his mother, such Hongru, such a gentleman, such a gentleman, Yuguo and Yu family have useless? Just like that shit Fang Xiaoru, how powerful it is, isn't it that the whole family killed? It doesn't mean that they will blame their relatives. Mother, they are unkind, unrighteous, unfaithful, and unfilial. These turtle bastards dare to call themselves "Confucians"?"

Looking at the Confucian scholars with pale faces and trembling bodies, Lu Feng said viciously: "Is Confucius a good man? Although he was driven around the world by those kings, at least he taught the world that he read and read, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a saint. But since the Song Dynasty, can you Confucian scholars still be considered "Confucian"? Apart from writing a few broken articles, he was so cruel that he was a little bit arrogant to scold the emperor and acted as an old man in front of the people. What else can you do?"

With his hand out, Lu Feng slapped the shoulder of the sixties-year-old scholar closest to him intimately, and said with a smile: "Grandmaster, you should listen to the emperor honestly and sort out the "Yongle Encyclopedia" clearly. It's great to be famous for all the time? Well? Don't learn from them... Is Your Majesty the position? Even if you know, don't say it out loud. Look, everyone has their heads falling to the ground now, how uncomfortable it is."

He smiled extremely sinisterly, "Especially that one, look, it is the one who was just picked up. Wow, it is the ninth person on the left, the one who has his head on the ground now. Do you know them? Lord Liu, Liu Daru, the famous Wensheng in the capital? Isn't it now? Two delicate daughters have just been sent to the brothel to pick up customers. It is said that there are no one thousand people who go to deflower, and there are eight hundred."

"Everyone, think about it carefully. This is what Your Majesty wants me to remind you. To be a literati, you must be a literati, criticize the government, and don't do it. Why bother? Why? Your Majesty, you are very dedicated to being the emperor; you are very dedicated to making a fuss; I am also very dedicated to catching people, chopping the heads and beheading them. Everyone will give in, will the world be peaceful?... Well? Don't you want your daughter to have a pair of jade arms? That's good, that's good."

Seeing these 'monkeys' expressions full of dull faces and looking at the cold sweat dripping from their foreheads, Lu Feng knew that he had successfully achieved the purpose of Zhu Di killing chickens for the monkeys, and applauded with a smile: "Brothers, kill more hard, kill all these bastards, put the bodies into the pit and buried them. I would like to ask my brothers to drink and cheer me up."

The officers and soldiers of the Jinyiwei laughed violently, and the speed of attack was more than twice as fast. Under the flames, heads, with a sad and beautiful blood light, drew perfect arcs and fell into the Qinhuai River. Suddenly, a blood mist rippled on the surface of the river.

Lu Feng looked at the scene in front of him like a group of demons dancing in hell, and smelled the pungent smell of blood, and felt intoxicated. "A man who practices Taoism is an exaggeration to kill one person, ten people are a crime, and hundreds of people are a disaster. How many people have I killed with my own hands? How many people have I ordered to kill? Hehe, if God opens his eyes, I'm afraid he will kill me now?" He hummed coldly: "It's a pity that God is blind, good people are not allowed to die. A bastard like me will live easily and happily."

The river wind blew, and Lu Feng bounced his fingers quickly. More than a dozen shrill finger winds flew out of the air hundreds of feet away. Several night birds were blown to pieces, and blood gently fell into the Qinhuai River. That night, after half a month of searching the world, the Jinyiwei started killing in Yingtian Prefecture, Yanjing City and other places. All the literati who dared to point fingers at Zhu Di were chopped off their heads. The essence of the Ming Dynasty was gone, and those who were left behind were all cowardly and greedy for fame and wealth.
Chapter completed!