Before, he felt that the price of the yin-yang magic robe was not serious. After all, longevity was a matter of personal desire for longevity, so it was not a price.

Now it seems that seeing the yin and yang Sanren wanting to live forever, thinking almost crazy, he realized the seriousness of the price.

One day, when Yin Yang Sanren heard that the Empress of Sandao Mountain had become an immortal, he was greatly stimulated and wrote in his Xiu Dao Lu:

"The beauty of the country can't escape the years, what a pity."

Afterwards, the Yin-Yang Sanren established the Yin-Yang Town and slept forever in the dream of immortality.

After reading the Taoist Records, there is a bit too much information. Zhang Yuanqing squeezed the space between his brows, sorting out and digesting the information he gained:

The old clapper is older than I thought, and his strength is terrifying! The relationship between the evil profession and the lawful profession in the Ming Dynasty was not harmonious, but life and death were not necessarily separated.

For occupations in the Ming Dynasty, the way to improve is through practice, not role cards.

If it is confirmed that Yin-Yang Sanren and Lao Bangzi are real figures that existed in history, then my understanding of the spiritual realm will change, but among the npcs I know, only Lao Bangzi is alive.

No, maybe I don't need to ask them personally, I have a way to prove that Zhang Yuanqing kept this question in his heart for the time being, and put away the Xiu Dao Lu.

Next, he planned to try out his newly learned skill - fugue.

The moment this idea came into being, Zhang Yuanqing became inexplicably impatient and wanted to try it immediately, and no one could stop him.

In the north, the capital of Yan Province.

In a high-end residential area, a young man wearing a sports headband sat carelessly on a high-back chair. Opposite him was a big soft bed, on which lay a middle-aged man whose hands and feet were bound.

Bald, beer belly, thick black hair on the chest, sweaty forehead, frightened look, thick towel stuffed in the mouth.

The middle-aged man kept "wooing" in his mouth, his eyes were full of pleading, and he was as weak and pitiful as a puppy.

"Tsk tsk tsk" the young man said with a smile: "Look at your current appearance, you really look like a dog wagging its tail."

He got up and walked to the bed, pulling out a sharp fruit knife from his waist.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the middle-aged man's struggling movements became intense all of a sudden.

"Be quiet, I said, listen!" The young man's pupils lit up scarlet.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment.

The young man was sitting by the bed, playing with a fruit knife, and said with a smile:

"As a person, I hate to be executed without teaching. Before killing you, I will tell you the reason first, so that you can understand.

"Article 1, accept power and sex transactions, and force good people to become prostitutes. Article 2, serve as an umbrella for the evil forces to cover up their murder. Article 3."

He spoke in a gentle tone, all kinds of things, and said more than ten things.

When he finished speaking, the middle-aged man on the bed was already frozen.

"That's not enough? Look, you can't even feel sorry for your own conscience." The young man patted the corpse's shoulder and said gently, "Don't be a human in your next life."

He got up and left the bed, came to the window, opened the window, breathed the wind blowing at night, looked down at the lights of the city, and sighed contentedly:

"The world suddenly became better."

Human nature is ugly, and the human world is dirty, so this world needs to be cleaned. JrNovels.com