Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Brother Yin, although you and I have only met by chance, we have had a relationship before. I hope we can clear up our confusion.

Song Tonghai spoke in a deep voice with a hint of pleading.

For ordinary people like you and me, what can we do even if we know it? Immortal sect is not a government, who can you expect to redress your grievances?

Yin Ping sneered and said calmly: The words from Yeguang Pavilion, ordering me to come here, are intended to force you to spread the word to the Phantom Spirit Sect.

Yeguang Pavilion? Where is that?

Song Tonghai's expression was slightly condensed, and Li Mingzhou on the side narrowed his eyes slightly but did not speak.

The Immortal Sect of the Northern Kingdom is not in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so of course you don't know. My ancestral home has been living in the North for generations, so it is inevitable that there will be some involvement.

Yin Ping twitched the corner of his mouth: I suggest you write a letter, and then send the carrier pigeon widely to the Phantom Sect. In this way, Yeguang Pavilion will naturally know, and your Song family should be safe for a few months, but that's all.

The purpose of Yeguang Pavilion is nothing more than to force the Song family to ask for help from the Phantom Sect, or to Song Lingqing, in order to test the attitude of the Phantom Sect.

As long as the Song family is asking for help, that is enough.

Once the news spreads, regardless of whether it is true or false, Yeguang Pavilion will wait for a while before taking the next step.

After a few months, if the Phantom Sect still doesn't respond, it won't be me and other mortal beings who come.

Yin Ping whispered, then raised his head and looked at Li Mingzhou: I dare to ask my lord, your words will count.

Li Mingzhou did not speak and nodded slightly.

Thank you for your kindness.

Yin Ping kowtowed in thanks, but never raised his head again, having cut off his heart.

In Chu Zheng's eyes, the energy around him was slowly dissipating, gradually integrating into the world.

Li Dutong, today...

Song Tonghai looked at Li Mingzhou aside and asked him about his next plan.

I came here tonight just to catch the important criminals of the imperial court. I have no idea what happened specifically, and I have nothing to do with the imperial court.

Li Mingzhou whispered:

If there are rumors, it's your fault.

Before he finished speaking, he had already mentioned the unconscious grandmaster beside him, raised his hand to destroy his energy veins, and turned around to leave.

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Song Tonghai finally listened to Yin Ping's suggestion, wrote a letter asking for help, and released dozens of homing pigeons early the next morning.

These homing pigeons are for outsiders to see.

He knew the real way to contact the Phantom Sect, and at the same time secretly handed over a real letter asking for help.

At this point, any promising method should be tried.

If there is no response from the Phantom Sect, then we can prepare for the funeral.

In just one night, the wounds on Chu Zheng's body had become scarred, showing his extraordinary resilience.

The essence of the sun and moon is better than the healing herbs.

At noon, a Suzaku divine guard came to the door and delivered a message to Chu Zheng on behalf of Li Mingzhou.

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On the long street.

Chu Zheng stopped in front of a restaurant.

Taste the Moon Tower.

This place is one of the largest restaurants in Luofeng City. It is always overcrowded on weekdays, but now many people have fled, so it seems a bit cooler.

Li Mingzhou sent someone to Chu Zheng to treat him to a meal.

Chu Zheng stepped into the restaurant. There were not many people at the tables in the lobby, only some individual customers. He immediately spotted Li Mingzhou sitting in a remote corner.

He was not wearing any armor and was wearing common clothes. He was sitting alone in the corner, inconspicuous.

Chu Zhengxing came to the table, bowed his hands, and sat opposite Li Mingzhou.

I have never invited anyone to dinner, and you are the first one.

Li Mingzhou chuckled and called the waiter.

Masters, what do you want to eat? Our building just collected a three-year-old stag yesterday, do you want to try it?

Before Chu Zheng could speak, Li Mingzhou had already raised two fingers:

Two bowls of plain noodles.

Okay, you two will wait a moment.

The waiter responded, the smile on his face faded a lot, and he asked casually: Do you want anything else?

No need, go ahead. Li Mingzhou waved his hand, then seemed to remember something, and quickly called the waiter:

How much does a bowl of your plain noodles cost?

Four big bucks. The waiter responded and left without looking back.

Li Mingzhou turned back with satisfaction and sighed softly: At my age, I don't eat after lunch. Today is an exception.

Chu Zheng: ...

He is not a fledgling brat, this great master really picks things up a bit too much.

Chu Zheng was silent for a moment, then tentatively said: How about I serve as the host today, and Li Dutong can let me fulfill my loyalty as a landlord.

I'll do it if I tell you. How can I not afford this meal?

Li Mingzhou hummed softly and said slowly: I will return to Beijing tomorrow.

Hearing this, Chu Zheng couldn't help but be a little surprised: In such a hurry?

The Holy One only gave me half a month. It will take fourteen days to go back and forth. I am here to kill someone.

While speaking, Li Mingzhou took out a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, and then took out a book wrapped in silk from his arms, and pushed them together in front of Chu Zheng.

Li Dutong, what is this? Chu Zheng's expression changed and he subconsciously took it.

My own insights into martial arts, as well as the fragmentary drawings I made from rubbings on the stone wall.

[Initial understanding of martial arts (second level/incomplete): The lifelong insights of a first-level warrior, which vaguely contains the method to advance to the second level, but it is not complete yet. 】

[Fragment of the Martial Wall (Level 3): The incomplete corner of the rubbing on the Martial Wall contains a hint of the true meaning of martial arts, which will be of great help to you in repairing the third form of the Xuantian Seal. 】

Two prompts sounded in succession. Chu Zheng's eyes narrowed, he pulled out the panel and took a glance, and took a breath.

[Currently repairable: Xuantian Seal Third Style (0/300), Martial Arts Beginner’s Understanding (0/80)]

That brocade handkerchief significantly reduced the difficulty of repairing the Xuantian Seal by a hundred times.

Two bowls of plain noodles were served quickly, with white noodles in clear soup and two vegetable leaves.

Last night, I came earlier than Yin Ping and others.

Li Mingzhou picked up a piece of plain noodles with chopsticks and said casually: I've been watching you.

Thank you Li Dutong for taking action last night.

Chu Zheng thanked him, took back his hand, and started eating noodles.

He didn't ask what Li Mingzhou was doing last night. He had already made it very clear last night: to arrest important criminals in the imperial court.

If Yin Ping and others had not come yesterday, only God knows who Li Mingzhou would have chosen to arrest.

Come with me tomorrow, and I can still keep you safe.

Li Mingzhou ate a bowl of plain noodles very slowly, chewing slowly, and said in a deep voice:

The water in the Song family is very deep, and the imperial court is unwilling to intervene. This is a dispute between the immortal sects. You are still young and have great potential in martial arts. It would be a pity to die.

Chu Zheng didn't reply. He finished the noodles in two or three mouthfuls, drank all the soup, and thanked him again:

Thank you Li Dutong.

Li Mingzhou ate the noodles more slowly. He waved his hand and signaled Chu Zheng to leave: Take the things away.

Chu Zheng stood up. After a slight hesitation, he reached out and put the brocade handkerchief and the first introduction to martial arts into his arms. He bowed and left slowly.

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The next morning, the sun was rising.

The spring sun is getting warmer.

In front of the city gate, five hundred Suzaku divine guards were fully prepared.

In a prison car, the tongue-cutting master was imprisoned. His body was limp and motionless.

There were people walking along the roadside to see each other off, their faces full of joy, and they had regained some confidence in the Zhou government.

Walking outside the city, Li Mingzhou suddenly turned around and looked at Song Tonghai among the crowd. He smiled, his eyes were cold, and he transmitted the message into the secret:

If there is another time, I will kill you.

Have a safe trip, Lord Tutong.

Song Tonghai's expression remained unchanged, and he leaned forward to salute:

Lord Xie Li.

I need to revise a section, late at night, sorry