From beginning to end, Ziqin never said a word to threaten Wanyan Honglie. However, at this moment, when Ziqin's eyes were fixed on Wanyan Honglie, the latter's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The five masters may not be able to stop Ziqin, and the guards around him are useless. Even though Wanyan Honglie has a fierce personality, he still feels scared.
However, even though he was timid, Wanyan Honglie did not take a step back.
Ziqin looked at this man deeply. Although in the original work, this man was defeated in the end, it was mostly not a crime of war, but the general trend. The Jin Kingdom had exhausted its strength.
"Your Majesty is really brave. Even a rich man can stand under the wall. But I don't know if the young Prince is the same."
Ziqin smiled faintly, and his eyes suddenly turned from Wanyan Honglie to Yang Kang who was standing at the doorway from the front yard to the backyard. With just one glance, Wanyan Honglie's hands clasped under his sleeves were already shaking rapidly.
"Shen Qinggang, this young prince is here. If you have the ability, come and kill me."
Yang Kang was angry at Zi Qin's arrogance and immediately roared loudly when Zi Qin looked over.
Ziqin was standing at the gate of the palace at the moment, with rows of guards behind him and the five masters of the palace in front of him. He was more than 700 meters away from Yang Kang, with Yang Tiexin and his daughter in between, and the door leading to the backyard.
There are several layers of guards in front of the door. Under normal circumstances, Ziqin should not pose a threat to Yang Kang at this moment.
But Wanyan Honglie's body suddenly started to tremble after Yang Kang shouted those provocative words to Ziqin, and fine beads of sweat emerged from Wanyan Honglie's forehead.
Wanyan Honglie and Ziqin really got to know each other on the grassland. He saw with his own eyes that Ziqin was beaten to a pulp by Guo Jing when he was a dead ghost in the Yellow River. Then he broke out in the middle of the night and created his own bloody sword technique, and then learned about it from his generals.
Ziqin led a thousand cavalry south to Shaolin, entered with swords, and came out with swords.
From the battlefield to the martial arts world, Wanyan Honglie saw Ziqin's strength better than others.
"Mr. Shen has seriously decided to leave."
Wanyan Honglie sighed and suddenly spoke. He looked at Ziqin calmly, without any hostility in his eyes.
"Come here, take five hundred taels of gold and give it to Mr. Shen."
He turned around and gave orders to the guard leader beside him. When the guard leader took the order and left, Wanyan Honglie looked at Ziqin with a smile on his lips.
"Mr. Shen, you Han people have a good saying, there is no banquet in the world that never ends. Today, my king is here to say goodbye to Mr. Shen. From now on, the world will be far away. I hope Mr. Shen will have a good journey."
The last few words Wanyan Honglie said were extremely generous, not like a pampered prince at all.
Although it was still a confrontation at the moment, and this confrontation was fought for by himself, Ziqin still couldn't help but feel fond of Wanyan Honglie. Unless you were born to be his enemy, it would be really difficult to treat such a person.
I'm afraid it's not necessarily the case that hatred arises, just like Peng Lianhu and others, because of Wanyan Honglie's power and wealth. Otherwise, Wanyan Honglie would have turned into ashes decades later, and Peng Lianhu and the others would have lost all their martial arts skills.
He is a useless person, but he still talks about Wanyan Honglie's good deeds back then.
"Mr. Shen, there is a curfew in Beijing at the moment. Although there is no need to worry about Mr.'s martial arts, it is still troublesome. I have a warrant here. Sir, you can stick to it to avoid minor troubles."
In a moment, the guard leader who went to get the gold had returned. Wanyan Honglie signaled the guard leader to send the gold to Ziqin, and then took out a token from his arms and threw it to Ziqin.
"A certain family still says the same thing. Your Majesty's kindness to a certain family will be rewarded generously in the future."
Ziqin put away the knife, caught the token and stuffed it into his arms. He cupped his fists and slightly cupped his hands towards Wanyan Honglie. He took the backpack containing five hundred taels of gold from the guard leader who had just returned here and stared at him with anger.
Sha Tongtian, who was looking at him, turned around and led Yang Tiexin and his daughter out of the palace.
At this moment, everything outside the palace was completely silent, and the entire city of Beijing was shrouded in darkness. Zi Qin led Yang Tiexin and his daughter straight ahead without knowing the direction.
After half a day, they had reached the gate of Beijing City. The gatekeeper Jin Bing came forward to question him. Ziqin took out Wanyan Honglie's token and went up to negotiate. Behind him, Yang Tiexin and his daughter watched Ziqin hesitate to speak.
It has to be said that Wanyan Honglie was now at the height of his power in the Kingdom of Jin. After Ziqin took out Wanyan Honglie's token, the gatekeeper stood respectfully in front of Ziqin without any explanation, waiting for his orders.
Ziqin did not ask Yang Tiexin and his daughter for their opinions. He ordered the gatekeeper to open the city gate and led Yang Tiexin and his daughter out of Beijing.
When they walked out of Beijing City, Ziqin still didn't know the direction and just walked forward. The expressions on the faces of Yang Tiexin and his daughter became more and more ugly. In the middle of the night, there was no good Beijing city to wait for, so they had to go to the wilderness, but Yang Tiexin's martial arts
It was another joke in front of Ziqin, but Mu Nianci was as beautiful as a flower, so Yang Tiexin and his daughter could not help but feel frightened.
After walking for more than an hour, Ziqin finally stopped and started groping in the darkness. Yang Tiexin and his daughter stood there in fear, leaning against each other, secretly guessing what Ziqin wanted to do.
In the darkness, a spark lit up, a small fire appeared in the eyes of Yang Tiexin and his daughter, and the darkness was driven away into a small space.
"Aren't you cold? Sit down and warm yourself by the fire. I think we've already reached this point. Even if Wan Yankang wants to send troops to chase us, he may not be able to find us right away."
Zi Qin sat by the fire and spoke calmly. Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci's faces turned red at the words. Only then did they realize that what Zi Qin was thinking was completely different from what they were worried about.
Yang Tiexin immediately helped Mu Nianci sit by the fire, and then Yang Tiexin took the initiative to look for firewood around to keep the fire going. Mu Nianci tried to help several times but was blocked by Yang Tiexin. Ziqin looked on indifferently.
, and allowed Yang Tiexin to do these things on his own initiative, then he sat cross-legged and checked the prompts that popped up in his mind when he was in the palace. At first glance, he was greatly surprised.
"Congratulations on your understanding of the idea. Your level of non-phase skill has increased. The current level is 3/7."
The Wuxiang Kung Fu actually rose to a level, which was a real surprise for Ziqin. He also thought about drinking the blood of a medicinal snake in the palace. Although the pain of burning his body was later relieved, in fact, the energy of the snake blood
But it was still scattered in his chest and abdomen. Ziqin immediately began to meditate and practice Wuxiang Gong and began to try to refine the snake blood energy in his body.
Yang Tiexin picked up the branches and in a blink of an eye saw that Ziqin was meditating again and couldn't help showing a hint of admiration. In his heart, Ziqin's current martial arts skills were probably due to Ziqin's diligence.
He lowered his voice as carefully as possible and tended to the fire. Yang Tiexin also leaned on the edge of the fire, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The night passed by in a blink of an eye. In the early morning, Ziqin just opened his eyes when suddenly a burst of words came.
"There really are such dissolute and shameless people in this world."
An angry voice came into Ziqin's ears. It was the voice of an old man. The tone was extremely fierce, giving people a feeling of incomparable strength. Listening to this voice, Ziqin frowned slightly. He knew this kind of voice as soon as he heard it.
He must be the kind of person who pays the utmost attention to the moral etiquette of this era. He had had enough of Wang Chuyi and Guo Jing's maintenance of so-called etiquette, justice, integrity and morality at the previous dinner at the palace. He really didn't want to be with people like Wang and Guo anymore.
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PS: I’m so tired after standing all day today. After finishing this chapter, I have to write another chapter to prepare for posting the article during the day tomorrow. Ooooooooh, Xiaoyang can’t bear it anymore. I really want to sleep!
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