Standing in front of the grand door of the tomb of the Nanyue Kingdom, a figure was speaking quietly, as if it were a ghost that had been buried deep in the underground tomb for thousands of years, questioning the uninvited guests who dared to invade.
"Who did it?"
The space inside this tomb is huge, and the surrounding stone walls are rough in shape. Many of the tomb chamber doors have not yet been opened. A huge snake-patterned copper tripod is placed in a faintly visible corner. A large number of layers of bones that are hard, brittle and yellow over time are all layered on top of each other. They were all used to build the tomb.
The remains of slaves who were later buried.
Entering the gloomy and cold underground palace from the secret door on the stone well wall, raising the fire and looking around, the viewer is immediately immersed in the wonder brought by the scene in front of him, and what is in his heart is both the hair-raising fear and the dazzling impact——
I saw the painted tomb murals as if they were painted yesterday. Countless bronze objects and ancient jade ornaments glowed brightly under the torch. Especially the well-preserved bronze bells were shocking. The stone door of the tomb was half-closed, as if
With just a soft call, the musicians and dancers, whose bones have long since decayed, will file out from the side door and once again perform the grand occasion that was unique to Zhao Tuocheng back then.
Li Xinghe's silk robe was soaked by the rain, and he was hiding in the corner. He had no intention of answering questions. He knew that his previous plan to capture him would not work, and now that the two of them had finally broken through their hypocrisy, they would face severe torture.
"It's really not my fault..."
Li Xinghe shook his body and tried to regain his body temperature. His eyes rolled around and he tried to recall certain details, "I just dug a well at the old site of Sanyuan Palace and accidentally penetrated the top of the tomb in the corridor. That's when I discovered this large tomb of a prince. Prince Pingnan's Mansion
Worried about changes, I temporarily closed the door early and did not do more exploration..."
"Dig a well in a barren mountain?"
The voice pointed out his fallacy sharply, but the clothes soaked in rain were quickly evaporating, and wisps of white steam were dancing and quickly dissipated in the stale air of the tomb.
Jiang Wen hid in the darkness to cover up his expression. He didn't want to say too much this time.
He realized that Li Xinghe was still deliberately defrauding him. The man in front of him was extremely good at making up stories. He also knew how to disguise the news that the other party wanted to hear in the sky, and waited for opportunities to obtain the other party's information. Li Xinghe said a hundred words, but that was just
He wants you to know a hundred sentences, but the few words the other party says may be the news he urgently needs to know.
This skill of attaching subordinates and talking to superiors is widely spread among the charlatans. On weekdays, you can always earn a few extra taels of silver by talking about noble people's itches, but there are not many people who have reached the pinnacle like this. It is precisely because of this,
Li Xinghe has the miraculous effect of being introduced as a confidant in just a few words. No matter who he stands in front of, he can feel like a fish in water.
Linyuanxianyu, you never know who is the fish.
"The thing is like this. Your Majesty has been ill recently and suffered from a relapse from an early illness, so he sent people to look for the ancient Qiulong well where elixirs were made and medicine left by Governor Bao of the Jin Dynasty."
"Originally, I found Baogu Well and the Taoist practice stele in the west corner of Sanyuan Palace, which are rumored to be able to cure all diseases. However, the prince discovered that this place was only a new site rebuilt in the Ming Dynasty, not the original site. So he sent me
I continued my search and this is how I encountered..."
In a few words, Li Xinghe revealed a lot of important information and laid out a clear story.
Bao Liang, the prefect of Nanhai in the Jin Dynasty, also named Taixuan, met the real person Yin Changsheng in Jiangshan in the first year of Daxing of Emperor Yuan of the Eastern Jin Dynasty (318), and taught him the art of corpse dissection. He later went to Guangzhou to serve as the prefect of Nanhai County. He was the first to introduce the Danding sect of Taoism.
A native of Lingnan. He taught alchemy at Xiuyue Gangyuan and became a great master. His only daughter Qianguang, known as Baogu in the world, was also a great medical master.
It is gratifying that he relied on the ancients to ask for medical advice, and it was not all because he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment. Because Bao Liang, the governor of Nanhai, was not only famous in his own right, but also because the Taoist immortal Ge Hong, whose Taoist name was Baopuzi, was both his disciple and his disciple.
son in law!
After the 24-year-old Ge Hong became a disciple of Bao Liang, on the one hand he inherited the Taoist teachings of Master Ge Xuan, which had been passed down from generation to generation in the Ge family, and on the other hand, he also had the Taoist tradition of Bao Liang, the eunuch of Nanhai, who promoted both medical science and Taoism.
Reached unprecedented new heights.
Ge Hong proposed that immortals can be learned from, and divided immortals into three levels, namely, heavenly immortals, earthly immortals, and corpse-repairing immortals. Ge Hong said: "According to the Immortal Sutra, when a superior person raises his body and ascends to the void, he is called a heavenly immortal;
When scholars travel to famous mountains, they are called local immortals; when corporal soldiers die and shed their bodies first, they are called corpse-disintegrating immortals." It is also called Li Shaojun, Fei Changfang, Li Yiqi and other immortals "all corpse-dissolving immortals."
Thinking about it carefully, the exact information Li Xinghe said was consistent with the details of Shang Kexi's "physical illness" that he mentioned, and Jiang Wen was unable to detect any flaws in it.
At the same time, the process of excavation of ancient tombs is also very research-resistant and can be matched one-to-one with many archaeological clues from later generations.
The predecessor of Sanyuan Palace is commonly known as the North Temple because it is located in the north of the city. According to legend, it is also the Zhaowang Temple, a temple built to worship Zhao Tuo, King of Nanyue. The former site of the North Temple is in Xianggang and was first built in the fourth year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.
Around 137 BC, the North Temple was gradually abandoned after the fall of the Nanyue Kingdom.
It was not until the Eastern Jin Dynasty that Bao Liang, the prefect of Nanhai, believed in Taoism, and he built Yue Gang Yuan on the site of the original North Temple to teach Taoism. At that time, Ge Hong studied Taoism under his disciples and married his daughter Bao Gu.
The Sanyuan Palace and the ancient tombs of the Nanyue Kingdom are located in Xianggang. These clues coincide with the rumors, which are enough to show that it is true that Shang Kexi seeks a well to cure his illness, and that he is obsessed with seeking immortality. It seems that he has relied on various conveniences in Panyu City.
I am determined to find the secret recipe for longevity!
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and inadvertently showed the bronze sword hilt at his waist.
"Zhenren Li, you might as well speak more clearly."
"Jiang Daxia will tell you the truth. I suspect that Lord Shang has known about the existence of this place for a long time. He sent me to search for the old site of Sanyuan Palace that day. It was just a knowing act..."
Li Xinghe seemed to be following Jiang Wen's wishes again. Although the other party was silent and his figure and expression were hidden in the shadows, the charlatan in front of him could speak out the topic that Jiang Wen was most interested in.
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Jiang Wen slowly walked out of the darkness, the ghostly energy on his body disappeared, and stood alone in front of the crushed and broken stone door, looking up at the magnificent colorful murals on the wall.
He knew that his thoughts had been read out again, but Jiang Wen didn't care because he still had a lot of information that he hadn't said. As long as he didn't speak, the other party could only continue to analyze him based on guesswork. As long as he didn't fall into the trap and showed
If you show obvious emotions, the other party will never be able to get the feedback you want.
"On the day when the Nanyue King's tomb was opened, several dragon roars came from the bottom of the tomb, and it seemed like black water was gushing out. The large wood carvings dug out of the well were flattened and straightened, and it was impossible to do it by human power. There was still a smell on the wood grain.
The saliva is wrapped around it, which is extremely terrifying."
Li Xinghe said conclusively: "Therefore, Prince Shang only took away the Yangsui bronze mirror and Fangzhu jade cups from the tomb that day, and then ordered the place to be sealed off. Anyone who dared to enter would be killed without mercy. But I saw the objects in the tomb.
The style is so different from the Central Plains, I couldn’t help but study it for a while..."
Jiang Wen touched the jade with the snake pattern on his waist, looked at him and said, "Research? I'm afraid you should take it away for a closer look, right?"
Li Xinghe was embarrassed and quickly continued the topic.
"Master Jiang, actually I discovered that there were two objects in Prince Shang's room. The shape of the objects is very similar to the South Vietnamese style in this tomb, so I made this guess."
"What?" Jiang Wen asked.
Li Xinghe hurriedly said: "One is the gilt silver medicine box with convex petals of the old prince Shang. This thing is carried by the old prince day and night and never leaves his side for a moment. The other thing is the ship-patterned feathered copper bucket in the old prince's room.
There are flags and feathers engraved on it that indicate a man going out to sea in a boat. He usually only uses it to hold water for washing hands, but no servants have ever dared to touch it."
"I heard the old prince Shang talk about it. It was these things that rejuvenated him and allowed him to guard Guangzhou for ten years. Now that I think about it, it is likely that they came from this ancient tomb. But now there are faint traces of corpse stains on the old prince's body.
I can’t wait to find a lucky hole for burial, I suspect it’s a way of pretending to be dead to avoid disaster..."
Jiang Wen didn't say anything, but just wrote the matter down - it seemed that Shang Kexi wanted to study not only Bao Liang's Taoism, but also Zhao Tuo's life-prolonging technique.
According to records, Zhao Tuo, the Qin general who unified Lingnan, was originally from Changshan Zhending, and he was probably the ancestor of Zhao Zilong in Changshan. Zhao Tuo took advantage of the wars caused by the peasant uprising in the Central Plains at the end of the Qin Dynasty to take over the Nanhai Commandery after the death of Ren Xiao.
As the leader of the Han Dynasty, he divided his troops to cut off the direct route from Qin to Lingnan and cut off contact with the Central Plains. Later, in the fourth year of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, he conquered the three Lingnan counties and established the Nanyue Kingdom with its capital at Panyu. The Nanyue Kingdom lasted for five generations, ninety-three years, and ended in the sixth year of Yuanding Dynasty.
Nian was destroyed by Emperor Wu.
The records of Zhao Tuo’s lifespan in historical books are vague, and the most accurate basis for judgment was first found in the "Anthology of Historical Records": "The king of Yue, Zhao Tuo, died in the fourth year of Jianyuan, when the Han Dynasty was seventy years old, and Tuo was a hundred years old.
That’s it.”
According to historical records, Zhao Tuo served as the deputy general of the Qin army in the expedition to Lingnan in 219 BC. He died in the fourth year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, which was 136 BC, so a total of 83 years. The age of a deputy general is about 20 years old.
Therefore, it is conservatively estimated that Zhao Tuo lived to be 103 years old!
Some people have also wondered whether the issue of Zhao Tuo's reign was due to misinformation about Lingnan across the mountains and seas, or whether the records of the second-generation monarch's accession to the throne were concealed, resulting in deviations in historical information.
Scholars such as Lu Simian have even questioned the statement about Zhao Tuo's hundred years old in "Annotations of Historical Records". One of the most important arguments lies in the history books from the time when the Han Dynasty envoy Lu Jia entered Vietnam for the second time to Zhao Quan's succession.
There was a gap of forty years. Therefore, some scholars believe that the people in power in the South Vietnam Kingdom may have been worried about the unstable political situation at the beginning of Zhao Quan's succession. In order to prevent the Han Dynasty from wanting to annex, they concealed the news of Zhao Tuo's death.
But what is interesting is that through modern scientific and technological analysis, the remains of the second generation emperor of South Vietnam have been identified and determined that the age of death was about 35-45 years old, which is consistent with the lifespan of Zhao Quan in history books, and is not an 80-year-old man.
At the same time, there is no record in the history books that "Tuo's son also became king". From this, it can be inferred that Zhao Quan, the second generation king of South Vietnam in the legend, can only be related to Zhao Tuo in terms of age, and is not even considered to be a descendant.
The eldest grandson, Zhao Tuo probably had to endure the death of nine of his sons before finally passing the throne to his grandson!
So here’s the question. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, the presence of a centenarian in the local area was considered auspicious in human form. However, until the Tang Dynasty, Lingnan was still full of thorns, vast forests, infested by ferocious beasts, poisonous miasma, typhoons, and thunderstorms.
Natural disasters such as alkaline tides, droughts, insect plagues, and plagues occur from time to time, so it has long been regarded as a remote and wild land, a land of miasma, and a foreign land.
So how did Zhao Tuo, a man from the north who rose up in troubled times, live to be a hundred years old in Lingnan, where malaria was everywhere at the end of the Qin Dynasty? Shang Kexi should also know that immortality is too elusive, and how can it be compared with a real life extension, then
Could there be secrets hidden in Zhao Tuo’s tomb?
The Feng Shui treasure land is indispensable. Shang Kexi is searching for the traces left by Bao Liang and Ge Hong in Sanyuan Palace while preserving the antiquities of the South Vietnam Kingdom. Could it be that he really plans to become the "corpse" mentioned by Ge Hong before the end of his life?
"Jie Xian"?
"Interesting, very interesting."
Jiang Wen spoke, and Li Xinghe was stunned. Everything happened in seconds. This time, both of them were exposed to the weak firelight, and their expressions of understanding and confusion were opposite to each other.
Of course, Jiang Wen could understand this ability of the subordinate Tan Shang, and he also had the knowledge support from the future in his mind. He immediately analyzed a lot of things - for example, Shang Kexi might really have some kind of reason.
The reason is that the ancient tomb has not been excavated in depth.
Because as long as they open the coffin of the tomb owner, they will find a golden dragon seal "Emperor Wen's Seal" on the chest of the owner of the tomb in silk jade clothing, which is still shining after a thousand years. This is the seal of Emperor Wen of South Vietnam.
It is evidence that the tomb owner used the imperial seal and was also a symbol of the identity of the second-generation monarch of the Nanyue Kingdom.
If they had excavated, they would have discovered that the ancient tomb at their feet was not the tomb of Zhao Tuo, King of South Vietnam!
The elephant post at your feet is located at the western foot of Yuexiu Mountain. Now it is just a small hillside that is not tall, shaped like a lying elephant. As early as the Qin and Han Dynasties, it was connected with Yuexiu Mountain as a whole, with towering trees and gurgling streams. It can be said that the mountains and rivers are beautiful.
It is a geomantic treasure, so the second ruler of Nanyue Kingdom built the tomb here.
Feng shui treasure land may be truly blessed with profound blessings.
During the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, the imperial court wanted to combine the three ancient cities of Panyu into one, so it expanded the North City for five miles to the north. The Elephant Hill was also dug through, and it was completely separated from the connected Yuexiu Mountain. However, such a huge project was not completed.
Injuring every brick and tile of this mausoleum hidden deep in the mountain.
During the Shunzhi period, Li Chengdong, who rebelled against the Qing Dynasty and returned to the Ming Dynasty, turned this place into a strategic defensive position in order to resist the two kings from entering Guangdong. It was connected with the three forts in Baoji, Yongning and Qiding in the north. The mountains and forests on the hills were cleared.
, Gongji Fort was built on the spot to protect the north city of Guangzhou, but it also virtually added a protective shell to the mausoleum in Xianggang.
It was not until after the founding of New China that the People's Liberation Army settled here and took a fancy to the strategic location of Xianggang. They dug bunkers here as a military restricted area and hid them underground for decades. It was not until June 1983 that an engineering team built a
During the infrastructure construction, the roaring excavator broke the eternal silence in the tomb, and also shattered the dream of King Wen of South Vietnam to hide in the underground palace for thousands of years, singing and dancing...
"Zhenren Li, I'm not interested in what you're talking about. I just invited you here today to discuss one thing in detail..."
Jiang Wen stood with his head held high, his Taoist robes spotless, not at all deceived by the long gaze.
Li Xinghe suddenly felt a little suffocated. It was a sense of oppression on the verge of life and death, as if a sword was pressed against his throat. The slight stinging sensation and the strong smell of blood were invented out of thin air, and it was very likely to come true.
He knows that if what he says is not of interest to the other party, then he has probably lost the opportunity to try again, and there is only one fate for those who have lost their use value.
But in Li Xinghe's eyes, living forever is a temptation that no one can resist. Why would a secret like this that was enough to impress Shang Kexi run into trouble in front of Jiang Wen and be abandoned by him like a piece of shit?
"I need a way to make Shang Kexi obedient."
Jiang Wen said slowly.
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Low voices rang out in the dark room, with the smell of blood, wailings and blood-curdling sighs floating around, but it was clear that a wall away from here was a Zen forest filled with incense and endless Buddhist chants.
"Who did it?"
Hundreds of people were in a ruined hall, with wooden boards nailing the walls and windows, and heavy shackles on their bodies, so that they could only huddle on the ground. No one knew who was speaking in the darkness, and no one dared to
When he opened his mouth to echo this question, he could only repeat the same question that had been in his mind for thousands of times. At the same time, he coldly watched who would be the next person to be beaten to pieces.
Zhou Long hid in the corner of the cell and lamented that fortunately he was practicing Shaolin Vajra Kung Fu. His body and flesh had been tempered for a long time. Now the injury on his back looked tragic, but in fact it was just a skin injury. He would be able to raise two children if he went out.
The sky will be fine.
Pingnan Palace is also very interesting.
They deliberately distinguished the captured martial arts people and imprisoned them in categories according to the traces of martial arts training on their bodies, deliberately distinguishing the masters of swords and swords. Today, the prisoners here are all masters of boxing and kicking kung fu, which is far away from the other prison where masters of swords and swords are arrested.
They were separated, and Zhou Long didn't know the situation on the other side.
But at least on Zhou Long's side, Shang Kexi's men tortured very purposefully, probably with the idea of recruiting his subordinates, so they did not use those brutal tortures, but just kept arresting people, tortured them, and interrogated them.
But they didn't give them any food or drink, just waiting for these people's will to be completely broken and they surrendered on their own initiative.
Zhou Long secretly lamented that there was no way of judging people here. They were clearly using the method of beating an eagle. Fortunately, he was strong enough to bear it, and he screamed the most miserably every time he was beaten. If he continued like this for two more days, someone would probably come to make a fool of himself.
When the time comes, all you have to do is commit yourself to it.
But it is obvious that not everyone in the prison has such good luck. There will always be people who are given special care because their bones are too hard. For example, he saw Fan Xinghan being taken out before, only to be released after a long time with injuries all over his body.
"Gang Leader Fan, I have hidden some golden sore medicine powder here. You should quickly apply the medicine and sleep against the wall so that no outsiders find out."
Zhou Long used the weak light to identify the people, and finally touched the side of a seriously injured person. He said in his smallest voice, "Guangzhou has been experiencing cold, damp and hot weather recently. In case of gangrene in the prison, the blood stasis and heat intersect."
, it’s difficult to deal with bone gangrene..."
Zhou Long has been practicing martial arts all year round and always has medicine for injuries with him, and this time he just used it to do favors with Guang.
"Thank you very much for your kindness."
The man lying on his side had lost energy and blood due to the trauma, and was unable to ejaculate. He reached out to take the wound medicine and applied it on himself in a daze. After a long time, he slowly turned his head and looked at the other person with a slight doubt.
"...What did you call me just now?"
Zhou Long suddenly felt something was wrong, so he squinted his eyes and looked hard, and then realized that the person in front of him looked younger. It was not Fan Xinghan, but Wen Tailai, who was also broad-mouthed and rough-looking.
It just so happened that the two of them were now equally slovenly, with disheveled beards and hair. In the dim and blurry environment, even a sharp-eyed person like Zhou Long mistook them.
"...I call you Wen Daxia!"
Zhou Long quickly changed his words, took advantage of the situation, sat down next to him, and whispered about his injuries.
Among the masters of boxing and kicking, Wen Tailai, the thunderbolt master, was the most famous at this time, so he was also given "special care" this time. For some reason, he was tortured and interrogated twice as often as ordinary people, in order to force him to reveal the whereabouts of the assassin. But Wen Tailai
Lai was worthy of being a tough guy, but he didn't speak a single word, nor did he reveal the whereabouts of the other heads of the Red Flower Club, and was then helplessly released.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But according to Zhou Long's vague guess, might Pingnan Palace have also admitted the wrong person, so they blamed Wen Tailai for Fan Xinghan's torture?
But this is even more strange. Fan Xinghan seems to have never come back since he was taken out. Could it be that he has successfully escaped from prison?
"Daxia Wen, how did you get caught?"
Zhou Long was a little curious. It was not difficult for a man as agile as Wen Tailai to fight his way out of the siege alone. He shouldn't have fallen into the hands of Prince Pingnan. He would never be like himself, blocked by officers and soldiers in an alley to catch turtles.
Bar?
Wen Tailai did not speak. Out of his feelings for the brothers of the Red Flower Society, he did not want to tell others that he was assassinated and tied up with chains to protect Xu Tianhong, a martial arts incompetent.
There was still silence in the darkness, but Zhou Long knew that many people must be looking here and listening with their ears pricked up. Regardless of whether Wen Tailai was willing to answer or not, he had to face this deadlock.
So Zhou Long hesitated for a while and slowly asked another question.
"Daxia Wen, it is said that there is a master of swordsmanship among the assassins. Do you think he can..."
Even the breathing stopped in the dark cell. Wen Tailai, who was pretending to sleep, turned around and sat up, his eyebrows were stern, and the shackles on his hands creaked as he pulled.
The martial arts people present have been divided into different groups. Except for those who are familiar with each other, none of the relatives and friends who have acted together recently believe it. They also believe that the assassination was planned by others, causing the blame to spread to them.
To put it bluntly, everyone only believes what they see and hear, but does not believe others' swearings. However, no one can give a reason why the assassination is gratifying, let alone produce definite evidence to report, so they can only keep silent.
Silently, they looked at each other suspiciously.
The one with the loudest voice among these speculations seems to be the Red Flower Society.
Regardless of the number of martial arts masters, the size of their personnel, or the distribution of their areas of expertise, they all seem to be most satisfied with their status as assassins. At least they don't need to cooperate with each other like other sects to assemble such a luxurious lineup.
Sensing the sudden stiffness in the atmosphere, Wen Tailai frowned, his voice full of confusion.
"Do you doubt Taoist Master Wuchen?"
Zhou Long quickly explained: "Don't dare, I'm just curious whether Taoist Master Wuchen was with you three days ago..."
The euphemistic expression did not satisfy Wen Tailai, so he slightly raised his voice, which also attracted the attention of other prisoners.
"It can't be Taoist Master Wuchen. He has been with us these past few days."
Wen Tailai's words were very resounding, "Don't you know that although the Taoist priest is excellent in swordsmanship, he has a broken arm. When dancing with a sword, his body moves differently from ordinary people. To use a fast sword, you need to use both hands and feet. It is very unusual. This matter must not be faked."
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There was silence in the darkness, followed by indistinguishable whispers.
Wen Tailai's explanation is indeed very convincing. Taoist Master Wuchen lost his arm, so he could only repeatedly press his feet on the ground when wielding the sword. He used the force to maintain the balance of the body, and then used the chain of missing legs to hide the sword.
His omens and posture are completely different from those of ordinary masters.
If the person who made the move that day was using Master Wuchen's Soul-Chasing Life-Destroying Sword, then there would be almost no need for him to mask his face. Just the swing of his empty sleeves would instantly reveal his identity.
After Wen Tai said all this, he turned over and continued to pretend to sleep, but his heart was far from as calm as he appeared on the surface.
The explanation just now was out of brotherhood, specifically to clear the grievances of Taoist Wuchen, but in fact on the day of the assassination of Shang Kexi, the Honghua Society was lurking outside Guangxiao Temple as they expected, and was also looking for opportunities to assassinate him.
Still gratifying.
Wen Tailai still remembered that on a rainy day, he was watching the royal carriages and horses in front of Guangxiao Temple attentively, while Chen Jialuo behind him was having a heated discussion with several leaders on how to act and how to protect the overall situation.
Wen Tailai originally wanted to turn around and participate in the discussion, but what made Wen Tailai stunned was that long before they waited for an opportunity to attack, there were sudden bursts of strange noises in Guangxiao Temple. After crossing the courtyard wall, they saw a martial arts master fighting.
The sword penetrated into it, its moves were unpredictable, both hard and soft, and it only missed Shang Kexi's death on the spot.
Under this situation, Chen Jialuo finally made up his mind to take action. At this time, several groups of assassins appeared, and they seemed to be mixed up in the chaos. The masked assassins interfered with each other, and eventually the chaos at the door became chaotic.
After the fight, when the dust settled, the situation was not good, and these assassins who came from nowhere dispersed, and even the Red Flower Society had to return in defeat.
According to what Wen Tailai saw, there was not just one group of assassins that day, but at least three or four groups of assassins with different identities and the same purpose. They were all affected by the swordsman's reckless actions, and this finally evolved into a complicated and confusing situation that day.
Assassination operation.
Therefore, the rumors that the assassins were well coordinated and well-organized were all a misunderstanding caused by fate. What he couldn't tell was whether the assassins on that day would be locked up in this toilet together now.
Pretending to be innocent, he wanted to distance himself from the relationship and poured dirty water on the Red Flower Society...
"Then who could it be?"
Zhou Long leaned against the wall slumped, "There are only a few sword masters in the city, there can't be any we don't know about..."
Mutual suspicion and suspicion are still spreading. They have not been eliminated by the elution of Taoist Wuchen's suspicion. On the contrary, everyone is more eager to find new objects of suspicion.
At this moment, someone suddenly said in the darkness.
"Most of the sword masters in Guangzhou are well-known, but there is only one person who we have never seen him use a sword, but he has gained such a great reputation. I didn't understand this method before, but now it seems to be full of suspicion."
The sound of rain on the porch hit the nailed window lattice, and everyone was silent. They slowly recalled the scene where they gathered together three days ago. It seemed that there was indeed a martial arts figure who was praised by everyone and rose to fame. At the same time, he was also dubbed a certain person.