The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. A blue-gray hawk flew over the rolling mountains, suddenly swooped down, and landed in this small valley town like lightning.
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In the study room of a large house in a mountain city, the man in white who was standing in front of the desk drawing with a pen flashed his eyes.
The next moment, a falcon flew in through the open window, stopped steadily in front of him, held its head high and sang twice.
The man in white put down his paintbrush, reached out to hold the falcon into his arms, and then untied the small metal tube tied to its feet.
Unscrewing the cap, a roll of silk paper fell out.
The man in white did not open the roll of silk paper immediately, but opened the food box next to it, took out a few strips of fresh beef and flower dew and fed it to the falcon.
After touching the falcon feasting on its meal, he unfolded the silk paper in his hand.
This roll of silk paper was filled with densely written words. The man in white only looked at it for a moment before showing a solemn expression.
When he finished reading them all, his face turned gloomy.
The falcon, which had just eaten, felt the air pressure brought by the man in white, shrank its head and let out a low cry.
The man in white closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Go and invite Elder Pang and Elder Sun over immediately. We have important matters to discuss!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a response came from outside the study room: "Follow the order!"
The man in white sat down on the chair, his expression changing.
After half a cup of tea, an old man with a majestic appearance and a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament arrived hand in hand.
"I have met the Lord!"
Both of them saluted the man in white.
"No need to be polite."
The man in white waved his hand and immediately handed over the silk paper: "This is the red news just sent from Taiping County. You all have a look."
The majestic old man took it first and was surprised when he saw the five red seals smeared on the silk paper.
The organization he belongs to has a strict plan for internal communication. The red message means that the information is related to the blood-clothed guards, and the five red seals mean that it is urgent and is the highest level of confidentiality.
Otherwise, it will not be passed directly to the hands of the man in white!
After reading this secret message, the majestic old man was speechless for a moment, and then passed it to the elegant man next to him.
The elegant man frowned and couldn't help but say in the end: "Is this news from Taiping County accurate? A sixteen-year-old fifth-level martial arts master is too exaggerated."
"There is no doubt about this!"
The man in white said flatly: "I already have a lot of information about this person."
"Ling Zhiyuan is the legitimate son of the eldest son of Anyang, Jingnan County. His father died in a family dispute. He has now established his own business and changed his name to Wang Chen. He is a fifth-level martial sect, a blood-clothed guard of thousands of households, and has just been named the Demon-Suppressing General Guard!"
"Protector Huang Juehuang died in the hands of this person, so there is no doubt about his strength."
The dignified old man and the elegant man looked at each other.
"This man's martial arts talent is so high that it has been rare to see him for a hundred years. Once he grows up..."
The man in white said in a deep voice: "It will definitely hinder our great cause, and he will be the formidable enemy of our Hidden Dragon Society!"
"Then kill him!"
The majestic old man said without thinking: "The Red News says that Wang Chen has been summoned by Emperor Liang, so we will send people to intercept and kill him on the road."
It is normal for a sixteen-year-old fifth-level Martial Sect to become a seventh-level Martial Saint in the future.
"I think so too."
The man in white nodded: "The question is who to send?"
The elegant man thought for a while and replied: "The road from Taiping County to the imperial capital is at least eight thousand miles, and we must pass through hundreds of thousands of mountains on the way. We can send a message to the Qingfeng bandits and ask them to leave this dust behind at all costs."
"The chief and second leaders of the Qingfeng Pirates are both fifth-level martial arts masters. There are more than thirty fourth-level military commanders, plus hundreds of elites. I don't believe that they can't defeat a young martial arts master!"
The majestic old man hesitated for a moment: "It will definitely be no problem for Qingfeng to steal this person, but I am afraid that if I succeed, it will trigger an all-out siege by the Daliang court. This force has been cultivated with great difficulty..."
Wang Chen was ordered to go to Beijing to face the emperor, and he was also a blood-robed guard of thousands of households. If he fell in Shiwan Mountain, it would be strange if Emperor Liang didn't become furious, and the Qingfeng Bandit would be in great danger.
One of the very important reasons why the Qingfeng Bandits were able to gallop across the Hundred Thousand Mountains and continue to grow and develop was that they did not touch the bottom line of the Daliang court.
Once Emperor Liang's thunderous wrath is incurred, the consequences can be imagined.
"It doesn't matter."
The man in white said: "Raising troops for a thousand days and using them for a while. We have invested so many resources in the Qingfeng Pirates, not to let them become the kings of Xiaoyao Mountain. What about the encirclement and suppression by the Daliang court? It is just a good time to beat them two leaders!"
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"So be it."
He clapped his hands and said: "Elder Pang, pass on my order, let the Qingfeng bandits strangle Wang Chen with all their strength, and we will never let him get out of Shiwan Mountain."
"Otherwise, severe punishment will not be given!"
The majestic old man's heart trembled, and he immediately saluted and said: "I obey my orders!"
The man in white waved his hand, signaling the two of them to leave.
He picked up the brush again.
However, facing the unfinished painting on the table, my interest has waned and I have no interest in continuing to complete it.
I don't know why, but the left eyelid of the president of the Qianlong Society suddenly twitched, and he felt uneasy.
He threw the brush in his hand on the table and stepped to the window sill.
I saw a large group of dark clouds appearing in the originally clear sky, indicating that a storm was coming!
At the same time, Wang Chen, who was far away in Donglu City, was about to embark on a journey to the imperial capital.
He had just received the Holy Order yesterday and was leaving today to avoid missing the opportunity to meet the Holy Spirit and turn a good thing into a bad thing.
This trip to Beijing was in a hurry, and it was impossible for Wang Chen to take Xiyun to Daye with him, so he entrusted the latter to Yao Peng's care.
Xiyun was originally from the Yao family, so she returned to her natal family.
In this way, when Wang Chen leaves Donglu City, there is no need to worry about her safety.
"After I see the Holy One, I will come back and take you out of here."
Wang Chen knew very well that after his interview with the Holy Spirit this time, the possibility of returning to the Donglu Mansion was very low.
Even if Emperor Liang didn't say Jinkou, Yiluan Si would definitely make other arrangements for him.
The Yiluan Division is subordinate to Da Nei and is the highest authority of the Blood Clothes Guard.
Therefore, Wang Chen is not sure where he will go in the future. It is very possible to stay in Daye. Of course, he will not be able to take Xiyun there until the dust falls.
"Um."
Xiyun in her arms nodded obediently, looking at Wang Chen with tender eyes: "The slave family is waiting for you."
Wang Chen's heart felt hot and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.
He kissed the beauty until she was almost as limp as mud, then let go, laughed and walked out.
Riding on the yellow gelding, Wang Chen embarked on his journey again.
The moment he crossed the street, he looked back at his mansion.
I saw Xiyun still standing at the door, as weak as a grass in the wind.