The blood-clad guards have great authority, but they cannot do whatever they want in Daliang.
In the final analysis, this powerful force is a sharp blade in the hands of the royal family. Whoever wants to stab depends on the emperor's wishes. If the sword has a mind of its own, it must be recast.
Over the past hundreds of years, more than one or two of the commanders of the capital guards, the big bosses of the blood-clothed guards, have been beheaded by Lingchi!
What happened in the Ling family seemed to outsiders to be internal fighting within the family. Even if there was any violation of laws and regulations, it was not within the jurisdiction of the Blood Clothes Guards.
Zhang Weiran, also known as Zhang Xiaoqi, is just the lowest military attache in the Blood Clothes Guard system.
If he interferes in the affairs of the Ling family and gets a copy of Ginseng, he will be left without food!
"This is the election order."
Zhang Weiran handed Wang Chen an exquisite bronze medal: "Take it to Jiangyuan City Duwei Yamen and participate in the entrance examination of the Blood Guards. Under the same conditions, you can be downgraded and admitted!"
The opportunity given to Wang Chen by Xiaoqi, the blood-clad guard, was to let him become a blood-clad guard.
Once you enter the system of the Blood Clothes Guards, Wang Chen's safety will not be a problem first of all. Those who started the civil strife in the Ling family have to consider whether their lives are strong enough if they want to eradicate it.
The blood-clad guards have always been as ruthless in dealing with their enemies as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves!
After Wang Chen became a blood-clothed guard, as long as he worked hard to become the general banner and a hundred households, it would be very simple to take revenge and take back the family property. Someone would take the initiative to help without even having to do it himself.
"But whether you can join our blood-clothed guards depends on your ability."
Zhang Weiran finally said: "The blood-clothed guards do not support idle people!"
Wang Chen nodded and held the bronze medal in his hand: "Thank you, Uncle Shi."
"You call me Uncle Shi, that's all I can do for you."
Zhang Weiran said with emotion: "Back then, your father...forget it, I gave this gadget to you."
After saying that, he gave Wang Chen another palm-sized animal skin bag: "You can use it now."
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Just as Wang Chen took the animal skin bag, a sharp eagle call suddenly reached his ears.
The next moment, a gray shadow flew into the lobby from the half-open window, and flew above Zhang Weiran in the blink of an eye.
Then it landed steadily on his shoulder.
It was a small falcon!
Zhang Weiran's expression condensed, he reached out and took off the bamboo tube tied to the falcon's feet, and then poured out a roll of silk paper from it.
He unfolded the silk paper and glanced at it, then immediately stood up and shouted: "The vanguard sentry report, the traces of the rebels have been revealed. Brothers, follow me immediately to pursue them!"
"Here!"
The eleven blood-clad guards responded in unison, and at the same time dropped the rice wine and beef they were eating and drinking, and put their bamboo hats on their heads.
Zhang Weiran also put on a bamboo hat, nodded slightly at Wang Chen, and then strode towards the door.
boom!
The door suddenly opened, and the blood-clothed guard Xiaoqi disappeared into the wind and rain in the blink of an eye.
The rest of the blood-clad guards followed closely behind, like an elite army with orders and prohibitions.
There were more than a hundred people in the inn hall who didn't even dare to take a breath. After a long time, everyone felt relieved and started talking among themselves in low voices. There was no longer the lively and noisy atmosphere before.
After Zhang Weiran and others left, Wang Chen suddenly found that he had become the focus of everyone's attention.
Many furtive eyes fell on Wang Chen, with both confusion and awe. Even the old leader who was quite close to him did not come to talk to him again.
There is a sense of keeping a distance.
Wang Chen didn't pay attention, it was just a chance encounter and no one owed anyone anything.
He took care of himself and swept away the food and wine on the table, filling his stomach before talking.
The soy sauce beef at Tongfu Inn is indeed very good. It is braised and very tasty, and some medicinal herbs are added to it, which has a certain nourishing effect.
After eating and drinking, Wang Chen came to the front of the counter and said to the landlady: "Shopkeeper, please open a room for me."
The beautiful landlady looked at him deeply, smiled sweetly and said, "This guest guest no longer has the room, but the room booked by the guest is still there."
Zhang Weiran had already paid the money just now, and even if she took someone away now, she would not dare to let anyone live there.
But Wang Chen is obviously different.
Wang Chen didn't show any pretense: "Then stay with me."
"OK."
Shopkeeper Tong reached out and took off a bunch of keys and said with a smile, "Sir, please come with me."
Following this charming landlady, Wang Chen came to the backyard.
The upper room is located on the third floor. Shopkeeper Tong walked in front holding a lantern, and Wang Chen fell behind. His eyes were on the former's twisting waist and round dolphin, and the blood in his body was boiling.
It's not that Wang Chen has poor concentration, but the instinct of this body!
Shopkeeper Tong took Wang Chen to the door of a room and opened the door with the key: "Sir, please have a good rest. If you need anything, you can call the waiter."
Wang Chen nodded: "Thank you."
This upper room is quite good. Although it is not luxurious, it is clean and tidy enough.
In this remote place, you really can't ask for too much.
After closing the door, Wang Chen sat on the edge of the bed and took out the animal skin bag that Zhang Weiran had given to him earlier.
Wang Chen untied the tether and took out a roll of skin film from the bag.
It turned out to be a human skin mask!
He tried to put it on his face. The size was not exactly consistent, but it could be stretched and adjusted, and then covered with hair.
After the mask was attached tightly, Wang Chen looked at the bronze mirror on the table next to him.
An ordinary man's face appeared in the mirror.
Although its level of sophistication is far from comparable to Qianji Transformation, if you don't observe it carefully, you really can't see any flaws.
Wang Chen was already very satisfied.
Zhang Weiran obviously knew his predicament very well, and the things he gave him were very targeted.
Be a blood-clad guard...
Not bad!
Although the Xueyiwei had a very bad reputation in the world and among the people, and was called a court hawk, even Ling Zhiyuan, who was not familiar with the world, heard about it from time to time, and even felt disgusted by it.
But being able to become a member of the Blood Clothes Guards is still a very majestic thing.
Wang Chen touched his chin and decided to live up to the expectations of this "Uncle".
For him, the primary purpose of entering the Cangqing Realm is to gain experience, and the second is to explore the source of the world.
Being able to enter the system of the ruling class will always give you more opportunities than being an idler, and it will be more conducive to your own tasks.
Of course, being a blood-clad guard must be subject to many restrictions.
But the last thing Wang Chen needs to care about is these restrictions. He is not from the Cang Qing Realm in the first place. He has no ties except cause and effect. How can he be restricted by the rules and regulations of this world?
Wang Chen has thought about it.
First repay the karma owed by this body, then become the top powerhouse in the Cangqing Realm, and then go find the source of the world.
It lasted for ten years, and he also wanted to see where he could go this time!