Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 114: Ding Shiman and Na Ruhu come to pay their respects

The night falls, like a huge piece of black velvet slowly spreading across the sky. Star-like lights twinkle on this endless black curtain, like diamonds scattered in the night sky, dazzling and mysterious.

The villa stands in this quiet mountain, its outline looming in the night, like a lonely castle.

There was no light and the owners of the villa were all asleep.

The surrounding mountains and forests appear even more mysterious in the night.

The outlines of the trees became blurred in the moonlight, as if they were black clouds quietly guarding the land.

Occasionally, a breeze blows and the leaves rustle, like the whisper of nature.

A night like this is a good time to fall asleep.

Zhang Chulan couldn't sleep.

This mission was actually very simple and comfortable.

The company gave Zhang Chulan a lot of authority, not to mention food, clothing and other expenses. Even when dispatching temporary workers, Zhang Chulan had the authority to command.

Never had such a rich battle been fought.

The power of officials is also unprecedentedly great.

But it's uncomfortable.

Very uncomfortable.

Complex emotions spread in Zhang Chulan's heart.

He lay quietly on the bed, his body slightly sideways, with one hand naturally resting under his head.

His gaze passed through the faint moonlight in the room and fell on the red pill between his fingertips.

This pill is like a dazzling ruby, emitting a faint luster, as if it contains endless vitality.

Its surface is smooth and delicate, as if it has been carefully polished countless times to reach such a perfect level.

Zhang Chulan's fingertips gently touched the surface of the pill, feeling the mysterious power from ancient times.

This is the blood pill made by tens of thousands of blood spirits, which possesses an almost unfathomable power.

How tempting!
The furnishings in the room are simple and rustic; a wooden bed, a dim oil lamp and a few scattered books make up the entire space.

The moonlight shines through the window onto the ground, creating a mottled shadow.

Zhang Chulan's figure appears particularly lonely and profound in this interweaving of light and shadow.

His eyes revealed a hint of mixed emotions.

This blood pill has nothing but power.

Zhang Chulan inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure in holding his own destiny in his own hands.

It seemed that as long as he swallowed this pill, he could dominate the entire alien world, and any puzzle or whirlpool could be easily solved for him.

However, he was not happy to have such power. Instead, he felt deeply afraid.

Power!
He is very eager for power and strength.

Before he had absolute strength, he hid and was in hiding for a full ten years.

During these ten years, he did not dare to use his own abilities.

Pretending to be a grandson in front of others, he is inferior to others and is like a stray dog ​​on the street.

No one knows how he has survived all these years.

As an orphan, he was all alone and had no one to rely on. He was afraid that he might get into trouble and lose his life.

Just imagine, he possessed abilities superior to those of ordinary people and the complete Five Thunders Method, but he pretended to be an ordinary person for ten years.

Just because his grandfather was Zhang Xilin, one of the thirty-six thieves that everyone wanted to kill.

Are the thirty-six thieves guilty?
not at all.

But the eight unique skills they came up with were original sin.

A source of Qi body made all forces target him.

If the old Taoist priest had not stepped forward, Zhang Chulan would have died countless times by the time he walked out of the Luotian Ceremony.

This is what Zhang Chulan longs for.

Why isn't he dead now?

It’s simply because the old Taoist priest of Mount Longhu is his master.

If you want to touch him, you must consider Zhang Zhiwei's revenge.

This is power.

The power of the old Taoist priest makes everyone fearful.

And now, Zhang Chulan has such power in his hands, which is enough to make up for the ten-year gap, or even add another ten years of cultivation power, and stimulate ten times the potential, so that he can achieve success in future cultivation with half the effort.

You just need to overcome the coquettish feeling in your heart.

The elixir that can stimulate people's unlimited potential and prolong life
Zhang Chulan is not a saint, he is also a human being with seven emotions and six desires. The fact that he can endure until now after seeing this thing shows how terrifying his inner willpower is.

If this thing gets out, I wonder how much of a disturbance it will cause in the alien world.

In the quiet of the night, the red pill lay quietly in Zhang Chulan's palm, like a ruby ​​carefully carved by moonlight, emitting a faint luster.

Its color is deep and rich, like solidified blood or burning flame.

As the moonlight flows, the sheen on the surface of the pill seems to be constantly changing, sometimes as bright as a mirror, reflecting a faint silver glow; sometimes as dim as ink, swallowing up the surrounding light.

This unpredictable luster seemed to have some kind of magic, attracting Zhang Chulan's attention and making him stare at it uncontrollably.

The edge of the pill is smooth and round, without a single flaw, as if it were a perfect form given to it by nature.

Its texture is hard and delicate, and it feels cool and smooth, making people want to touch and feel its texture.

In this quiet night, the elixir exudes a faint fragrance, which is fresh and unique, with a hint of imperceptible sweetness.

It seems to float from the depths of the ancient forest, and also seems to overflow from a mysterious fairyland, making people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.

Zhang Chulan's heartbeat gradually accelerated under the influence of this fragrance, and he felt his breathing become rapid.

"boom--"

Zhang Chulan suddenly swung his hand and collected the pill.

"sleep!!"

The mountains and forests became completely quiet in the embrace of the night, as if the whole world had held its breath.

The moonlight is like water, gently falling on every corner of the forest.

The outlines of the trees became soft and blurred in the moonlight, as if covered by a veil.

The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound. This sound was particularly clear in the quiet night, like the sound of nature, making people feel peaceful.

It's late at night, time to go to bed.

The next day.

The villa welcomed two guests.

That Ruhu and Ding Shimaan.

The two were "confronting" Tang Mi.

"Senior, don't get me wrong, we are here to pay our respects to His Royal Highness the King of Zhao." The tiger-like man said in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes, we are not here to fight." Ding Shiman also echoed from the side.

fight?

Isn't that seeking death?

Being beaten and fighting are two completely different things.

Just when the two of them were approaching the villa area, Tang Mi jumped out with a pair of long legs, scaring them both.

They are all heroes, and can be considered strong in the current world of extraordinary people. Their sensitivity to Qi is at the top of the list.

But they didn't sense any of Tang Mi's aura at all.

This shows that Tang Mi's strength is far above theirs.

Women are just as capable as men, and King Zhao is surrounded by so many strong men!

After being given a warning like this, the two naturally did not dare to act presumptuously and greeted each other politely.

Tang Mi looked at the two martial artists, sizing them up silently.

Ru Hu's figure is more muscular, while Ding Shimaan's figure is more well-proportioned.

But the strength is not much different.

"What do you want to do here so early in the morning?" Tang Mi asked coldly.

"Meet His Royal Highness Prince Zhao." said Ru Hu.

"There are many people who want to see Your Highness." Tang Mi raised the corners of his mouth with a sarcastic look on his face.

Do you really think you are somebody?
If it was Ru Hu who came alone, it would be fine, after all, many people from the Ten Lords had come to visit before, but what was the identity of this Ding Shimaan?
In order to avoid suspicion, His Highness has tried his best to accept contemporary trends. It would have been fine if it were Quan Xing in the Ming Dynasty, but Quan Xing in modern times seems to have become a sewer rat.

"This"

Ding Shimaan looked embarrassed. Yes, who are they?
After all, he was a smart and clever man who was in the white world. He understood the ways of the world and said with a smile:

"His Royal Highness Prince Zhao is our ancestor. It is only natural for us to pay respect to him as his successors."

Tang Mi glanced at the tiger-like guy, and didn't expect that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes was so cunning.

"Okay, wait here."

"Okay, please inform me, senior." The tiger said with a smile.

The emotional card is really useful! Tang Mi stood respectfully in front of Zhu Li and bowed.

"Your Highness," Tang Mi said cautiously, "The two juniors, Ru Hu and Ding Shian, request to see you."

Zhu Li sat upright on the sofa and asked:
“These two people are.”

"Ru Hu is one of the Ten Lords, and Ding Shimaan is Quan Xing." Tang Mi explained.

Zhu Li nodded slightly.

Tang Mi continued, "They have been waiting outside for a long time. May I ask if Your Highness is willing to meet them?"

"Okay," Zhu Li finally said in a low voice, "Let them in."

Tang Mi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that and quickly turned around and walked out.

After a while, Na Ruhu and Ding Shimaan were led into the living room.

When the two saw Zhu Li, they immediately bowed and greeted him respectfully.

"Junior Ding Shimaan."

"The junior is like a tiger."

"Come to see His Highness."

"sit."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Zhu Li sat upright on the wide sofa, gazing at the two people in front of him with deep eyes.

There was a faint smile on his face, and he was not surprised by the arrival of the two guests.

These days, there is a constant stream of people coming to visit Zhu Li.

But this combination is a bit odd.

One is Quan Xing, and the other is Shi Lao.

really interesting.

Zhu Li smiled slightly and asked, "I wonder what brings you two here today?"

"Let's admire your highness's heroic figure." The tiger said with a smile.

"Oh, what do you think?" Zhu Li said.

"Your Highness is naturally a god, and I dare not say much." Ru Hu laughed dryly. He was just being polite. How dare he ask such a question!
He didn't dare to answer!
Zhu Li did not embarrass Ru Hu, but just looked at Ding Shian:
"You, boy, are the purest member of the Quan Xing that I have ever seen. Not bad, very good."

Upon hearing this, Ding Shimaan just scratched his head.

He really didn't know how to answer.

However, judging from the tone of King Zhao, he does not have much prejudice against Quan Xing.

As for the purity mentioned by Zhu Li, it naturally refers to Quan Xing during the Ming Dynasty.

At that time, it was difficult to define good or evil. There were all kinds of people, and some even served as lackeys of the court.

To put it bluntly, some Quanxing members joined Quanxing simply because they didn't like the complicated rules of some sects.

After all, some famous sects have many complicated rules and regulations, which are also very troublesome.

Some also join Quan Xing simply to become stronger and find their own inner path.

Zhu Li thinks this spirit is worthy of praise.

Unlike Quan Xing now, who is only afraid that the world will not be in chaos, this is a crooked way.

He just doesn't want to care.

"It's fine for other people to come to see me, but since you two have come together, I will also give you two outstanding juniors a little gift." Zhu Li said slowly.

As Zhu Li finished speaking, two red pills suddenly appeared in the air and floated in front of Ru Hu and Ding Shimaan.

These two pills exuded a rich spiritual aura, and just by looking at them they felt the Qi in their bodies begin to flow wildly.

Na Ru Hu and Ding Shimaan looked at the pills in front of them with puzzled looks on their faces.

They had never seen such a magical elixir.

"What is this?" Na Ru Hu couldn't help but ask, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Zhu Li smiled slightly and explained, "This is a pill that can increase a person's potential by more than ten times. It is purified from tens of thousands of blood spirits. Each pill contains powerful energy, enough to make your strength take a qualitative leap in a short period of time."

After hearing Zhu Li's explanation, Ru Hu and Ding Shiman's faces suddenly changed.

"Is this really possible?" Ding Shimaan asked in a trembling voice, with disbelief flashing in his eyes.

Zhu Li nodded and said affirmatively: "Of course."

"Wait a minute. Your Highness said this was created by the Blood Spirit?" Na Ru Hu suddenly thought of something.

"Yes." Zhu Li nodded.

"."

Blood Spirit, neither of them is stupid, so they naturally know what it is.

Isn’t it made from the blood of living people?
When they thought about the fact that this was refined from tens of thousands of blood spirits, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads again.

"Your Highness, why did you give such precious elixirs to the two of us?" The tiger-like man asked, swallowing his saliva.

This is not a desire, but a fear.

Wouldn't it be harmful to give them this kind of medicine?
"This prince has always loved meeting talented young men. To be honest, if you two were in the Yongle Dynasty, your abilities would be stronger than that of Captain Geng and Chang Cheng."

"It's a pity to bury such a genius. If I can help you, I will certainly not be stingy!"

Zhu Li explained slowly that the main thing was the Blood Spirit Pill, and now there was as much as you wanted.

The current era is much better than the Ming Dynasty. Based on the population of Japan, it is not a problem to refine tens of thousands of them.

The times have changed, and hot weapons have become the mainstream. Zhu Li is a member of the mainstream and cannot bear to see the gradual decline of extraordinary people, so he has a special feeling for geniuses.

Help if you can, blood pills are worthless anyway.

"Better than Senior Geng and Senior Chang? Your Highness, please stop kidding me. You don't know that Captain Geng gave me a beating before."

Ru Hu did not talk about the blood pill, but just talked about the old things.

He was still thinking about the punch he received from Geng Qing.

He was fucked to pieces.

The second time they fought, he was pinned to the ground with one hand.

I heard that Geng Qing has made further progress in Japan. I wonder how strong he is now.

"It's due to the limitations of the times. It's not your fault." Zhu Li said.

era.

Ding Shimaan gave a wry smile.

"I was beaten up by the old Taoist priest on the grassland before, and then I realized that there are always people better than you and there are always higher things better than you."

"Time constraints are nothing more than an excuse."

The strong change their environment; the weak complain.

This is the fact.

The dragon head of Zhu Li is slightly dotted. Every era has outstanding geniuses. Zhang Zhiwei is obviously a trend-setter of the era. Not everyone has natural talent.

"Captain Geng, that's because he has also practiced the Nine Revolutions Immortal Corpse Technique. Although I did not unlock the Nine Revolutions seal for him, with six hundred years of basic absorption, it is normal for him to defeat you."

"Of course, if it's Lv Hui and Liu Yijian, that's another story. These two guys are both extremely talented monsters, almost on par with Zheng He. And there's also the old Heavenly Master. You're a natural at cultivating immortals. You dare to challenge the old Heavenly Master. In terms of courage, you're more courageous than many people."

Zhu Li gave explanations one by one.

The two of them got to know each other better and gained a lot.

"So that's how it is. I am unworthy of your praise, Your Highness." The tiger-like man smiled honestly.

It turns out that when Senior Geng was the same age as him, his strength was not as strong as his, so he was much calmer.

Among the six tomb guards, it seems that only Lu Hui and Liu Yijian are purely talented monsters, and these two guys were also the first to break out of the coffin.

There are also Tang Mi and Tang Feng. These two are unstoppable. They can devour all living beings with one hand, making almost all living beings equal.

Zhu Li turned on the TV at this time.

At this time, because of the blood pill, Ding Shimaan and Na Ruhu had already started to daydream.

Noticing the expressions of the two, Zhu Li just smiled knowingly.

He still has a lot to do when he returns to Dragon Country this time. For example, he might restore all the lost strange arts and leave them to the company. There are also Tianshi Mansion and Wudang. If someone is destined to get them, it would be great.
Although it is no longer the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Li still feels that he should do more for his descendants before he sleeps in the tomb again.

at this time.

Zhang Chulan went downstairs yawning.

Listening to the sound of the TV, he wiped his face and saw Zhu Li, and shouted casually: "Your Highness, you are up so early!"

Zhu Li did not even turn his head and said softly: "This king does not need to sleep."

“Well, that’s true.” Zhang Chulan tidied up his messy hair and was about to pour himself a glass of water, but then his body suddenly froze.

Then rewind
"Fuck!!!"

He rubbed his eyes.

Oh shit!

Is there anything wrong.

What about Ru Hu and Ding Shimaan?
"My Lords, what are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)