Two hundred and ninetieth chapters flying centipede
Xu Wentao, assuming he is really Xu Wentao, there is still a lot of news that he has not told himself!
Zhu Biao was very sure of this. He lay back on the bed and carefully recalled the conversation just now, and he felt keenly that there were several unfinished meanings in the words.
For example - "I will no longer have access to the upper levels of military generals". Xu Wentao said the word "upper level", but what about "middle level" and "lower level"? He did not say, "I will no longer have access to the military ranks"...
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And - in a short period of five years or a long period of ten years, you will become a very important figure in the military and political affairs of the Northern Han Dynasty. If the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty really wanted to invade the Northern Han Dynasty and instigated the Nangong family, which was an important force in the Northern Han Dynasty, then
Zhu Biao still has five or ten years left?
But just like Xu Wentao said, after hearing what he said today, Zhu Biao is really worried about the Nangong family. I hope this Xu Wentao is fake and what he said is also fake, otherwise, there will be big problems in the Northern Han Dynasty
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On the seventh day of the new year, Zhu Biao received a letter from home from the Northern Han Dynasty. His mother's worried and preachy tone in the letter only made Zhu Biao's eyes wet but not the slightest bit impatient. A letter from home is worth ten thousand gold, and it is doubled every festive season.
Missing family members. Traveling thousands of miles away during the Chinese New Year, Zhu Biao felt too much.
Compared with seven days ago, Zhu Biao's arm bone injury was almost healed at this time. With Xu Wentao's incident, a subconscious sense of urgency squeezed Zhu Biao's nerves. He finally redeemed the "Black Jade Intermittent Cream"
After it came out, the effect continued to be miraculous. Within a week, the arm that was just catching before was now able to swing the sword and chop the palm. Although the strength and speed were much different!
On the tenth day of the lunar month, another news reached Zhu Biao's ears. Two bandits in Yuyang were arrested. One was the Iron Masked Man who ran from Youzhou. This guy's face was burned and he went to assassinate the prefect of Cheng'an County in Youzhou.
Only then did he bring Iron Mask; the other was Jizhou’s local green forest one-legged thief - Flying Centipede Gan Tielin.
Xu Wentao was captured?
In the post house, after practicing a set of "Seventy-two Soul-Chasing and Life-Destroying Swords", Zhu Biao, who felt a slight pain in his ribs, frowned and muttered, "What should I do?"
Under three trees, nothing is impossible. But given Xu Wentao's situation, he may not reveal his identity truthfully. Zhu Biao is not worried at all that his arrest will implicate him.
But, but, if he is really Xu Wentao, it would be a pity to die like this...
After the tenth day of the lunar month, Zhu Biao put on makeup and went out every day. Because from the eleventh day until the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the five days were full of lanterns blooming.
While others were shopping and watching the lively lanterns, Zhu Biao kept walking around the state capital Dalao. He used seven disguise pills!
"It's such a tight defense, there is no loophole at all -" On the night of the 15th, the entire Jixian city seemed like a dazzling city that never sleeps, with trees and flowers, fish and dragons singing and dancing. Zhu Biao, dressed in black, was lying on the roof of a house.
He looked at the cell door not far away and sighed helplessly.
Just by yourself, with your current martial arts skills, if you break into the state prison camp alone, you will definitely die!
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Gan Tielin wore an iron and wooden shackle weighing a hundred kilograms around his neck. He also had large iron shackles weighing no less than a hundred kilograms on his feet. There were iron chains on his face and body.
It's like it was buried.
One-legged thieves, as long as they are not guilty of numerous blood debts. Most of these people will not pick up their hamstrings or pierce their bones immediately after being captured by the government.
First, the need for interrogation. People in the Jianghu are stubborn. If they want to kill themselves and know that they are in trouble, they will probably break the jar and refuse to speak. They may even find an opportunity to kill themselves. Those who have been 'stolen'
The property that has gone away cannot be traced back.
The second is the need for policy. In addition to those who were born in the Sixth Gate, a considerable number of the people who were recruited by the imperial court were from the green forest.
The ones with extraordinary murders are the best, and this is the case with Flying Centipede.
So it has been five days since I entered the cell, and I have suffered a lot, but there is no real loss, irreparable loss.
"Brother, when will we come and fish your brother out..." Gan Tielin's mouth was as dry as if he had swallowed a piece of hot coal, and fire could come out of his throat.
Let's just treat him like this. It's not just a physical attack, but also a mental and will attack. Not giving him water is just a very common little trick.
An inn a few streets away from Dalao, the state capital.
Youjian Inn. The street is a remote street, so the inn is too big, but the name is old, and it also runs a wine and meal business.
Gan Yulin and his party of four dismounted and entered the store. Several store clerks had already rushed over to greet the customers.
Gan Yulin strode into the inn and glanced around, he found a dark-faced man in his twenties, leaning against the cashier's desk, with two piercing eyes staring at his face. His heart moved, and his eyes were moving.
I also looked at the man in detail from head to toe, and felt that the face seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it before.
Gan Tielin didn't bother to say hello to his friends who had already arrived at Yiyi Inn, so he walked closer to them, clasped his fists and saluted, "Brother, I look at Mian Shan. I wonder if you and I have ever met before?"
The man smiled slightly, nodded, and replied in a low voice: "It's not convenient to talk in this place, let's talk after we get inside." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the back store.
Gan Tielin glanced back and followed the burly black man inside. At this moment, the group of friends invited by Gan Yulin also discovered that Gan Yulin was talking to the burly man with a black face, and walked together to the back shop. A group of people
They were all old men who traveled around the world. As soon as they saw him, they all stared at Gan Yulin and followed him in.
The man led Gan Yulin to a compartment at the back of the inn. If Gan Yulin could look at the inn from the outside at this time, he would find that the compartment he was in now had no appearance at all. He lit the candle and then turned around and said:
"The second master decided to stay in a small shop because of the uncle's instructions, right?" A raindrop-shaped pendant made of iron was revealed in one hand.
Gan Yulin suddenly realized, "You are eldest brother's subordinate!"
"It's the second master. The old lady celebrated her sixtieth birthday two years ago. I went to visit her once."
"This brother has always been operating in the city?" Tong Haofeng, the famous green forest legend who followed Gan Yulin in, asked, "Golden Whip and Iron Palm".
"Hello, Mr. Tong, I have always been operating here. It is considered a place for me to stay in the city."
Gan Tielin didn't get along with his family in his early years, so he went out to work alone. Although his external image has always been that of a one-legged thief, if he really had no one under his command, where would he have gotten so much detailed information?
Now, Gan Tielin is already forty. His father died five years ago after an old injury recurred. Gan Yulin took over a large area of the Green Forest's business, and he is still working as his own lone ranger. It's just that when his father passed away, he followed
The connections at home have become much more lively!
But when the crisis came, it was his brother who came to the rescue.
Gan Yulin's men were all here. There weren't many of them, but they were all on the stage, and their skills were at least at the level of famous masters.
The black-faced man slapped the wall twice, and a loud voice came from inside, "Heizhu, is the second master of the Gan family here?" The wall parted, and a figure flashed out. It was an old man who was not very old.
He is about fifty years old, with a gray and white goatee, piercing eyes, and extremely energetic.
Tong Haofeng's face suddenly changed, Gan Yulin's face also changed suddenly, and the faces of everyone in the room also changed. They all knew this old man in his fifties. "Iron Pen Silver Hook Hua Changfeng——" Jizhou
The former chief catcher of Liumen has now resigned, but he still gets the salary of the gold medal catcher of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"Second Master, please don't get me wrong. Senior Hua is one of our own. If he had not reported the news this time, the three ladies, the young master, and the ladies would have been captured by Tie Hengxin."
"Senior Hua and uncle are close friends——"
Hua Changfeng became famous forty years ago. Now he looks like he is only in his fifties, but his actual age is almost seventy.
"Although there are a few good people on the surface of the six gates of Jizhou, but with a few of my disciples inside, it is not too difficult to rob the prison. It's just that Mao Zhongmao [Jizhou Governor] doesn't know where
He has established connections with people from Jinxia Palace. Now a temple master from Jinxia Palace, named Xuanzhen, has led eight of his disciples to the city.
Today is the Lantern Festival, and the officials and the people are celebrating together. Tie Hengxin and Xuanzhen stayed with Mao Zhongmao in the Governor's Mansion, but six of his eight disciples were sent to the prison of the state capital."
"These six people are very troublesome!" Hua Changfeng sighed, stroking his beard. The evil sect of Jinxia Palace has its own style of martial arts. It is mysterious and unknown, and no one wants to provoke them easily.
They have appeared in the world for a hundred or two hundred years. No one knows the origins and names of the hosts. They only know that even a three-foot Taoist boy in that palace has surprising abilities. They have never had much contact with outsiders. At the same time,
It is strictly forbidden for anyone to sneak into Jinxia Mountain. It has been famous for a hundred or two hundred years. How big is Jinxia Palace, how many people are in the Taoist Temple, and how it is arranged internally are all secrets of the Northern Xinjiang Wulin.
This has aroused people's curiosity. In addition, Jinxia Palace is not the Palace of Morality, and the Great Leiyin Temple is not so famous and powerful. Many well-known experts in the rivers and lakes take the risk of exploring the mountains to explore the Qingming Festival.
Rong. In an attempt or out of curiosity, you want to see the true face of Jinxia Palace. But as long as you enter Jinxia Mountain, no one can come back alive.
Gradually, Jinxia Palace was covered with a layer of mysterious will, and the heroes on the rivers and lakes also looked at it with fear. After some good people exaggerated and spread it, and the accumulation of one or two hundred years, it seemed like Jinxia Mountain.
A layer of demonic fog and demonic clouds enveloped the area, and no one dared to take a step further...
"If Xuanzhen comes in person, we must really plan carefully. But if we are just six apprentices, if we are frightened, we will lose all our company in Jizhou Green Forest."
"Yes, even the people from the Daode Palace are not so crazy. If the Jinxia Palace is really unparalleled, it won't have been hiding in the northern border for a hundred or two hundred years. Why are you afraid of him..."
"Kill them. It's just six kittens. Master Tiger can beat them all!" (To be continued. Piaotian. Registered members of literature recommend this work.
