Chapter 272 Le Wu escapes from prison (2)
"Three chances to survive, okay."
Lu Yu waved to Mo Suanzi and said, "Then please take a seat and we will talk slowly."
The magic calculator smiled, the abacus on his fingers spun rapidly, and he walked slowly past Ah Hu and the others.
When passing by Ah Hu, the magic arithmetician's fingers suddenly trembled, and the thin abacus sticks flew out with a "whoosh" sound and pierced Ah Hu's palm. Then there was a "snap" sound, and the abacus sticks broke into more than a dozen pieces, but there was not even a trace left on Ah Hu's palm.
The magic calculator's steps froze, and then he walked to the table.
Ah Hu picked up a chair from his desk and placed it next to Lu Yi. He said to the magic calculator in a muffled voice, "Looking at your appearance, you look like a dog-headed military strategist, calculating... If you want to test Master Hu's skills, just say it directly... How about Master Hu punch you in the face and let you test the strength?"
The Demon Calculator's face turned red and blue. He laughed dryly, "Haha... fighting and killing hurts the harmony... We, the disciples of the Demon Calculator Sect, are not good at fighting. Why should we fight when the problem can be solved by negotiation?"
The magic calculator smiled at Lu Yi and Yin Yuan: "What do you think? When we cultivators fight, it's like two countries at war. Regardless of winning or losing, it will cost a lot... Therefore, the motto of our ancestors of the magic calculator sect is that peace is the most precious!"
Talking nonsense, Mo Suanzi sat on the chair that Ah Hu brought over.
Yin Yuan coughed and looked at Mo Suanzi uncomfortably. Then, he sat back in his seat, put down his folding fan, and took out a string of scarlet Buddhist beads from his sleeve and held them in his hand.
The magic calculator smiled at Yin Yuan, who looked cowardly. Then, his eyes swept over the string of Buddhist beads, his pupils shrank slightly, and like a wild cat encountering a wild dog, the hair on his body suddenly stood up.
Taking the clean tableware handed over by Ah Hu, Mo Suanzi poured himself a glass of fruit wine.
Lu Yi coughed lightly, snatched the fruit wine from his hand, stuffed a large bowl into his hand, and filled it with strong liquor that would catch fire as soon as it came into contact with fire.
The magic calculator sighed, took a sip of the liquor, and said faintly: "I just figured this out."
"You did a good job in Wuzhou City before. You captured the sect disciples who came with me alive instead of killing them. This is a good thing... Because they were only captured alive, the blood sacrifice was not completed, and the sect's luck behind them could not be integrated into Jishengtian."
"Blood sacrifice?" Lu Yi raised his eyebrows. He picked up a large bowl, and Ah Hu quickly filled it with strong liquor. Lu Yi clinked his bowls with Mo Suanzi and said with a smile, "A real man should not drink in small sips. Come on, let's drink it up."
Mo Suanzi's face twitched violently. He gave a dry laugh, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. His fair face suddenly turned red.
Ah Hu immediately refilled Mo Suanzi and Lu Yi’s glasses with liquor.
"Blood sacrifice, it is a blood sacrifice." Mo Suanzi said faintly: "Yuanling Heaven, Jisheng Heaven, and the former Wanmiao Heaven, these three realms are interdependent and inter-destructive. There are infinite mysteries between the worlds."
"Back then, the three realms were at war, and Jishengtian was the strongest. Countless powerful cultivators invaded Yuanlingtian and almost wiped out the descendants of Yuanlingtian's cultivation world. Countless people and low-level cultivators became slaves... That period of time was truly miserable beyond words."
Lu Yi's eyes widened.
Is it the collapse of Jishengtian’s spiritual power of heaven and earth?
How did it become that Jishengtian is suppressing you, Yuanlingtian and beating you up?
Yin Yuan was playing with his Buddhist beads and staring at Mo Suanzi - he was very curious about the gossip in the cultivation world... just as curious as Yu Changle, who was standing next to him with his eyes wide open.
"The strength of Jishengtian is the strongest in the Three Realms... There is no doubt about that. Especially the Buddhist sect of Jishengtian, which has a clear structure, strict top-down and bottom-up, and extremely powerful organization. When an order is given, the disciples move like thunder and lightning. It does not look like a cultivation sect, but rather like a secular army."
The magic calculator shook his head in astonishment: "In short, I, Yuan Lingtian, was beaten badly, very badly."
"But, when there is a disaster in the world, there will always be someone who will respond to it... In my Yuanlingtian, there is also such a Supreme. He was born in a mine of a certain sect of your Buddhism. He was supposed to be a humble miner for the rest of his life, and he didn't know when he would suddenly die underground."
"But he happened to get a chance in the underground mine and realized the supreme swordsmanship. He fought his way out of the mine in a bloodbath. He was hunted down by countless sects in your Jishengtian and fought for three hundred years. Then he broke through the air with one sword and cut off the spiritual power of your Jishengtian. Moreover, in one battle, he killed all the masters of your Jishengtian who invaded Yuanlingtian."
"In the past three hundred years, because of him, our Yuanlingtian cultivation world has also recovered a little vitality. Under the leadership of the Supreme, we broke through the air and counterattacked the invasion of Jishengtian."
"That battle was so fierce that the sky collapsed and the earth split. How many sects in your Jishengtian were completely wiped out, and how many sects' inheritances were cut off?"
"It was also during that battle that the three great Supreme Immortal Sects of your Jishengtian all used their best tactics that they would only use when their descendants were extinct. They severely damaged the Supreme Immortal Sect with one strike, and also wiped out 99% of the army of cultivators that followed the Supreme Immortal Sect to invade Jishengtian."
"Both sides will suffer losses... This is the general result."
"But my Yuanling Heaven and Earth Spirit is intact, and your Jishengtian Heaven and Earth Spirit..."
Mo Suanzi shook his head gently: "Back then, Tai Shang's sword was finally blocked by your supreme power Ji Shengtian, leaving Ji Shengtian with the last glimmer of hope."
"In today's Jishengtian, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is recovering, and the whole world is being reborn."
“The revived spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be like an eggshell, enveloping the entire world… We, the weak disciples, can still take advantage of some tiny gaps to sneak in, but those powerful predecessors with terrifying strength are like thieves locked outside the door. It is impossible for them to get in.”
Lu Yi nodded slowly, and forced Mo Suanzi to drink a big bowl with him.
Ah Hu filled their glasses attentively.
Mo Suanzi exhaled a breath of alcohol and said solemnly: "Blood sacrifice is a key... Let the disciples die in Jishengtian. This is a sacrifice to Jishengtian. The outstanding disciples of the former hostile world died here, which will accelerate the recovery of Jishengtian's spiritual power."
"And these outstanding disciples are all entangled with the fortune of their own sects and families."
"After they die, their luck will be integrated into the Supreme Saint Heaven, and their corresponding sects, families... especially the elders of the family, just like holding a key, opening a door, and being able to step into the Supreme Saint Heaven."
Lu Yi frowned.
He thought of the children of the big families in the sects he met in Wuzhou City. Listening to their proud self-introductions, they were all the eldest sons of the top families in their own sects, and they were all the true disciples in the sects.
"You guys have invested a huge amount of money!" Lu Yi looked at Mo Suanzi with a strange expression.
"Isn't it? Even a great master like me, the current master of the Demonic Calculation Sect and the Demonic Calculator who carries the name of the sect, was thrown out." The Demonic Calculator shuddered: "Before we set out, what you told us were not the principles I figured out myself..."
"Before we set off, the elders of each sect had agreed that Jishengtian would be our resource base and slave farm in the future. However, there are so many sects in Yuanlingtian, and who would take more and who would take less would depend on the methods of each of our sects."
"So, we were sent out to set up an outpost."
"But, they didn't tell us that we would be the ones to be sacrificed in blood!"
Mo Suanzi murmured, "When our first wave of disciples came to Wuzhou City and did those things without thinking, I felt something was wrong... As a result, many of the first batch of disciples were captured alive by you in Wuzhou City, and then each sect actually sent down a second batch of disciples, and then they attacked Wuzhou City, resulting in heavy casualties!"
Mo Suanzi shook his head: "According to the plan the sect told us, there will not be a second batch of disciples in the next ten years."
"But how long have we been here? The second batch of disciples has already been sent down."
"Moreover, it doesn't make any sense. I haven't even gotten involved to add fuel to the fire, but they took the initiative to crash their heads into Wuzhou City, causing their brains to splatter everywhere... This is very obvious."
Mo Suanzi sighed: "I guess, at this moment, there are already powerful people from the sects and families invading Jishengtian, right?"
"I just don't know how many of them came in, and what kind of cultivation they have?"
Mo Suanzi looked at Lu Yi and said, "This information gives me three chances to save my life. Isn't it worth it? If Lord Wei Yang feels that it is not appropriate, I can also give Lord Wei Yang the basic information I know about the many sects in Yuan Ling Tian..."
Lu Yu stared at Mo Suanzi for a long time, then picked up the bowl and said, "Daoyou Mo Suanzi, you are a talented person! Hey!"
at the same time.
To the west of the imperial city, there is a secret underground prison called the Guardian Palace.
The secret prison of Shougong Prison was not built by Dayin itself, but like the underground space of Mishi Prison, it was rebuilt by utilizing the underground buildings left over from the previous dynasty.
The corridors of the secret prison were clean and spacious, and each corridor was large enough to accommodate ten carriages running side by side. The prison cells on both sides of the corridors were at least ten feet long and wide, and more than five feet high.
And like the underground space of the Secret History Prison, the walls of these corridors and cells are made of unknown materials. With the changing light, one can vaguely see that the walls, floors, and ceilings are covered with large and small ornate patterns.
Le Wu was imprisoned in such a cell.
His cultivation was completely sealed, and his strength became not much stronger than that of an ordinary person. He was clinging to the small window on the prison door with both hands, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"I am the great general, I am the uncle of the king, I am the great general, I am the uncle of the king!"
"I am the emperor's brother-in-law... I am the prince's uncle!"
"You bunch of dogs, let me out...let me out...I want to see the emperor, I want to see the emperor..."
These days, Le Wu has been very affected by the methods used by the palace guards. He has almost confessed all the secrets of the various people he has planted in the court, the various ambushes he has planted in various places in Dayin, and even the secrets of his concubines and lovers.
Le Wu was unwilling to fall from the pinnacle of power and never have a chance to turn things around.
He thought... maybe if he met Yinzhen and cried a few times, there would be a chance to redeem himself? Anyway, he had nothing to do with the incident that harmed Yinzhen's army!
perhaps……
A breeze passed by, and an old man with long hair, eyebrows, and beard all blood-red, bloodshot eyes, and pale face and lips appeared silently behind Le Wu.
"Haha, are you willing to take me as your master?"
The old man put his hand on the back of Le Wu's neck and asked him in a sinister voice.
