The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#419 - Immortal, save me!

To be honest, Zhu Jie himself felt that his behavior was a bit shameless.

Not long ago, he had regarded the people of the Sitianjian as a touchstone for Dongxuan and his disciples, and the newly recruited group of strange people, tacitly allowing those people to attack the Sitianjian at the banquet.

But now he turned around and wanted to hug the Sitianjian's thigh, which looked very shameless.

However, compared to his own face, life was obviously more important.

And most importantly, Zhu Jie also knew that the Sitianjian would not refuse him, because the Sitianjian's style of doing things had always been like this, silently doing their duty and never overstepping the mark.

They would not be driven by whoever they liked, nor would they ignore whoever they hated.

In Guo Shouhuai's words, we only care about the affairs of evil spirits.

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Zhu Jie originally hated the Sitianjian's almost cold attitude, but now he suddenly understood why the predecessors of the Sitianjian had set such rules.

The mere four masters and disciples of Dongxuan had turned his palace upside down. Once such a powerful organization with mysterious powers began to interfere in secular affairs, no dynasty or emperor could stop it.

Although it sounded a bit absurd, this rule was never to protect the Sitianjian, but to protect a monarch like him.

Zhu Jie was a little distracted for a while, and then he heard Shuhua calling softly not far away, "Your Majesty, are you alright? Do you want me to kill this evil spirit with a mouth full of demonic words?"

Zhu Jie subconsciously wanted to say yes, but then he reacted. If he just killed this resentful infant with one knife, it would be tantamount to confirming what it had just said.

Moreover, in this way, Ning Jieyu and the child in her womb would be hopeless.

Although Zhu Jie was now 80% sure that this so-called resentful infant was a ghost created by Dongxuan and his disciples, outsiders would not believe it.

As he said that, he actually walked out from behind the table and walked towards the resentful infant step by step.

Including Dongxuan and his disciples, everyone in the hall was stunned, as if they didn't expect that this official's courage would be so great, not afraid of this terrifying monster at all, and even dared to approach it.

You must know that Zhu Jie's father killed their family of three and stole their throne. This is more than just a bloody feud.

And Zhu Jie himself has never practiced martial arts. Isn't going up like this a meat bun beating a dog?

Zhu Jie himself was also a little apprehensive, but now he must first get rid of Dongxuan Zhenren's control, join the people of the Sitianjian, and save his life.

And other than that, he couldn't think of any other way to distance himself from him without arousing Dongxuan Zhenren's suspicion.

In fact, as soon as Zhu Jie took a few steps, Dongxuan Zhenren had already frowned, and then winked at Shuhua.

The latter saw this and hooked his right ring finger, gently tapping the scroll twice.

The next moment, the resentful infant opened its mouth and grinned at Zhu Jie. Zhu Jie seemed to be able to smell the stench emanating from its mouth, and he couldn't help but feel very scared.

But looking at Cheng Guan, who was only twenty steps away from him, Zhu Jie felt a glimmer of dawn.

So he gritted his teeth and lowered his head, instead speeding up his pace.

However, at this time, other people also saw that Zhu Jie was clamoring to have a good debate with the resentful infant, but he was running towards the Sitianjian people.

And halfway through, he shouted, "Immortal, save me!"

When Cheng Guan heard the word Immortal, he didn't react for a while, after all, Zhu Jie had always called Xuan Shitu like this, especially after Shuhua said, "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, I will come to the rescue."

"No, no, no, don't come over." Zhu Jie waved his hands repeatedly and ran faster.

However, he was just an ordinary person after all, and he was used to being pampered on weekdays. Even if he tried his best at this time, his speed was not very amazing.

Anyway, it was definitely not as fast as the resentful infant, which pounced on Zhu Jie's back in just a few steps. Zhu Jie heard the wind behind him, and the fear in his heart also climbed to the top, and he cried out in his heart, "My life is over!"

But the next moment, his body soared into the air, and somehow he flew to Cheng Guan.

The whole process was like riding the clouds and driving the fog, and the landing was very light, and there was no feeling of falling on the ground.

Zhu Jie turned around and found that the unkempt square-faced man beside Cheng Guan had already stood in front of him and the resentful infant.

It should have been him who threw Zhu Jie, who was halfway through, over.

However, at this time, the resentful infant also rushed to the man, its mouth opened upwards, so wide that it was almost the size of its entire face, which was terrifying, and then it was about to bite the man's neck.

"Immortal, be careful!" Zhu Jie couldn't help but remind him.

As a result, he saw that the man did not dodge or avoid, but waited for the resentful infant to jump in front of him, and then stretched out a cloth-wrapped hand and directly grabbed one of the resentful infant's legs.

Then he squatted down and repeatedly slapped the resentful infant on the ground like he was patting a cucumber.

The movement was so loud that Zhu Jie was shocked, and the gold bricks used to pave the floor in the hall were also shattered.

The so-called gold bricks are certainly not floor tiles made of real gold.

Although the royal family is rich, it is not rich enough to do this, and if it really did, those censors and civil officials would definitely not let go of such an emperor, and the name of extravagance and desire would always run away.

Therefore, the gold bricks in the palace are actually large square bricks fired from the imperial kiln, using special sand from the lake. They are first dried in the shade for seven months, and then fired in the kiln. In short, a set of processes takes at least a year to produce a kiln.

Of course, the texture of the square bricks made so hard is naturally very good, and they are extremely strong. Anyway, Zhu Jie can't imagine that someone can break them with his bare hands.

And the square-faced man smashed it for a while, and then let go, and saw that the resentful infant actually ran back to the blank scroll in Shuhua's hand, and it seemed that he never intended to come out again.

"Immortal, what a good skill!" Zhu Jie took the lead to praise.

Lu Jing glanced at him, but didn't bother to argue with this guy, because after listening to Zhu Jie and the resentful infant's words, many things flashed through his mind, especially when he thought of a certain possibility, his heart couldn't help but jump.