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Chapter 363: First meeting, Im here to arrest you or beat you to death!

Chang'an.

The sky was frighteningly heavy, black clouds were rolling in, and a storm was coming.

There was silence in the Daming Palace. The servants and maids walked slowly, their footsteps were as gentle as possible, and their eyes glanced towards the palace from time to time.

Just last night, the imperial doctor entered the palace and never came out again.

The lord of all peoples in the world, the master of the most powerful empire in the world, is about to reach the end of his life.

It's not a big surprise, after all, everyone knows the saint's physical condition during these days.

But even though it was something that had been known for a long time, when it was actually faced, there was still uneasiness in the palace.

Because under normal circumstances, the queen should ask His Highness the Crown Prince to come back at this time, perform filial piety in front of the bed, and at the same time transition to the throne in a logical manner.

But no.

The queen seemed to be devoted to the saint, and her cries and cries could be heard everywhere last night, but she failed to fulfill her due responsibilities.

People who live in the palace have a certain degree of political sensitivity, and they know very well that this is not a good sign, so they are naturally trembling with fear.

On the other side, "Zuoming" in the Tai Chi Palace put his hands behind his back, with a look in his eyes as if he was watching a good show.

The reason why I can achieve such a scale is based on the kindness of the Changsun family, but more importantly, the series of actions of Li Zhi and Empress Wu made the emperor and his ministers alienated.

In comparison, Prince Li Hong does not have as powerful means as his parents, but he is kind and gentle, knows how to recuperate, and considers the people. The succession of such a person will undoubtedly be detrimental to him.

Fortunately, looking at Empress Wu's ready-to-go posture, there are still opportunities ahead.

At this moment, news came from Shang Gong that three disciples were discovered entering the city, but there was a conflict at the city gate. Yang Zaiwei went after Ashina Huan, while Jin Zhizhao went to the designated place to wait.

"Zuoming"'s eyes were stern: "Jin Zhizhao is fine, but since Yang Zaiwei was defeated by Li Yuanfang in Tubo, how come he has become so useless that he can't even defeat a Turkic barbarian?"

A reprimand is a reprimand. Since the disciples arrived in Chang'an and did not directly escort Ashina Huan over, "Zuoming" snorted coldly and left the palace city.

There was a loud bang, and the rain that had accumulated for half a day finally fell, and the number of pedestrians on the street quickly decreased.

The figure of "Zuo Ming" shuttled under the eaves, like a ghost in the daytime, so fast that even the wind and rain seemed to be unable to catch up. His whole body was as dry as ever, and not even a trace of rain touched him.

Jin Zhizhao was waiting in a hidden courtyard when he saw a robe passing by in front of his eyes. He quickly knelt down and said, "My disciple is guilty. Please punish me, Master!"

"Turn around! Lift your head!"

A majestic voice came from behind. Jin Zhizhao knelt and turned half a circle, raised his head, and saw "Zuoming" standing under the eaves, his robes rustling, and the eyes behind the mask looking at him coldly.

She was overjoyed that "Zuoming" came to the agreed place mentioned in the letter in person, which greatly reduced the difficulty of the next step and also showed that the other party did not have any suspicion.

But when she really faced this unfathomable master, a heartfelt fear still surged in her heart, and she quickly recited the lines: "The disciple is guilty. The junior brother kept begging on the road, saying that everything he had was given by the master."

, we would never dare to betray Master, so we relaxed a bit, thinking..."

She swallowed her saliva and said, "I thought he was confused for a moment, but I didn't expect that he was already prepared. After entering Chang'an, there were people to help him. The senior brother went to chase him. The disciple did not dare to be careless, so he quickly came to inform the master."

"Zuoming" was not doubtful, because when Jin Zhizhao faced him in the past, he was nervous and a little afraid. What's more, he made a mistake now and said calmly: "You still call that traitor your junior brother?"

Jin Zhizhao's body trembled slightly and he lowered his head again. His clothes were soaked by the rain and he did not dare to say a word.

"Zuo Ming" still recognized this friendship with his fellow disciples. He could not be sentimental, but his apprentice could not be unreasonable, otherwise how could he rebel against him in the future? He raised his hand and said: "Get up!"

Jin Zhizhao stood up, and lightning flashed in the sky, reflecting on her pale face.

"Zuoming" didn't pay attention before, or maybe he was indifferent, but now he realized that he was not nervous. After listening to his breathing rhythm again, he asked, "Are you injured?"

Jin Zhizhao explained: "My disciple had a brief fight with Li Yuanfang in Luoyang, and he was slapped by Ashina Huan before. If my senior brother hadn't protected me, I wouldn't have let him get away..."

"Zuoming" suddenly realized, his eyes became sharp: "This ungrateful white-eyed wolf!"

Jin Zhizhao couldn't bear to hear the white-eyed wolf the most. His face was pale, and his wet hair hung down, making him look even more embarrassed.

"Zuoming" stretched out his hand and placed it on Jin Zhizhao's pulse.

If one disciple resists, he will naturally be even more unwilling to give up on the other disciples. However, when he checked the pulse, "Zuoming"'s voice was full of doubts: "The palm injury you just suffered is not serious, but there is something in your body."

The old wounds haven’t healed, what’s going on?”

Jin Zhizhao told the truth: "It was injured by Li Yuanfang. It was affected by the Gong family's Gong inheritance. I fought with Li Yuanfang and was accidentally injured by him. If my senior brother hadn't saved me, I might have been caught by him...

"

Hearing the disappointment in her tone, "Zuoming" consoled her: "Li Yuanfang was also trained by an expert. He has a solid foundation and extraordinary talent. You are a little behind him now, so don't be discouraged. You will win in the future."

Jin Zhizhao: "..."

She is older than Li Yuanfang, and her strength has not improved significantly in several years. She practices diligently just to maintain her strength. On the other hand, that guy practices every day and becomes stronger and stronger. She is being beaten now, so how can she win in the future?

?

"Zuo Ming" also knew that this apprentice was definitely not as good as Li Yuanfang. Seeing that he had lost confidence in martial arts, he built up his confidence from another aspect: "Don't worry, Li Yuanfang will be useful to me, and you can also command him to do things when the time comes.

Take a good breath of bad breath!"

Jin Zhizhao was stunned when he heard this.

Among the two people present, there is indeed someone working for Li Yuanfang. Guess who it is?

"Zuo Ming" naturally couldn't guess it. Seeing that the old injuries in his apprentice's body were showing signs of recurrence, he immediately said: "Come in and let me heal your injuries!"

The two entered the house, sat down front and back, and "Zuoming" took off his gloves and put his hands on Jin Zhizhao's back.

Jin Zhizhao felt that the palms on her back were extremely rough, and there seemed to be particles of friction, which was very disgusting, but a pure strength poured into her body, making her whole body feel warm.

She didn't have time to think about what the other person's hand looked like, so she took a deep breath and started the crucial step.

They cooperate on the surface, but actually don't let the "help" heal themselves.

Obviously, her rich experience in injuries came in handy at this moment. The power of "sustaining life" circulated in Jin Zhizhao's body, smoothing the qi and blood, regulating the inside and outside, and combined with the medical knowledge, it can be described as meticulous.

However, after half an hour of treatment, there was still no obvious improvement. "Zuoming" said: "It has been a long time, and it is indeed a bit difficult. Fortunately, you came here at this time. If it takes a few more months, I am afraid that this old injury will be with you for the rest of your life."

.”

Jin Zhizhao hurriedly said: "Thank you Master!"

"Zuoming" he hummed, put on his gloves, reached around his waist, and took out the needle bag: "Lie down, I will teach you the acupuncture technique and help you move your Qi."

Acupuncture, acupuncture and moxibustion have been called together since ancient times, but they are actually separate. Before the Northern Song Dynasty, the popularity of acupuncture was lower than that of moxibustion for a long time. It is precisely because moxibustion is simple and rough, convenient and flexible, and easy to operate. Relatively speaking,

Acupuncture has higher requirements on acupoints and techniques.

What ordinary doctors call acupuncture is often moxibustion. Only those with superb medical skills can use real acupuncture. But Jin Zhizhao knows very well that "Zuoming"'s medical skills are the best in the world. This man used his special skills

, that will definitely cure yourself.

"Brother! You have to come quickly!"

Under silent prayer, Jin Zhizhao began to secretly accumulate strength.

The needles were pricking the acupuncture points one by one. "Zuo Ming" was concentrating on it. His movements suddenly stopped, he stood up and looked outside.

Except for the sound of rain, it was quiet and there was nothing.

Jin Zhizhao waited for a while and then asked: "Master, what's wrong?"

"Zuoming" narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let's change places!"

There is a sense of danger coming from the sixth consciousness. I can’t explain the reason, but one thing is certain: I can’t stay here any longer.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a fight in the distance came back.

"Zuoming"'s ears twitched, filtering out the sound of rain and absorbing all the key sounds.

Not only the sound of collision, but also the sound of conversation.

Yang Zaiwei gritted his teeth and scolded: "Ashi Nahuan, you traitor!!"

Ashina Huan yelled, "It's all Master's partiality. He taught you the knowledge-only power, but didn't teach it to me. I've done no less than you, so why can't I be treated fairly? Just because I started late!

!”

"Bang! Bang!"

"Zuo Ming" relaxed his body, with a cold look in his eyes: "The ones I carefully selected from the Ashina clan are all such inferior things. The Blue Turks really have no successors! Let's continue, and we will continue to do so.

Get rid of that idiot!"

Seeing the master continuing to use acupuncture to heal the injury, Jin Zhizhao knew that the most critical moment had come, and immediately began to cooperate fully, using energy to heal the injury, no longer paying attention to external objects, and his mind was at peace.

"Zuoming" saw it and showed his approval: "That's right! Your injury this time seems to be a blessing in disguise, and you will do better in the future!"

Just as he was thinking that the burden behind Jin Zhizhao could be heavier, a scream was heard from outside, and Ashina's ring fell into the courtyard with a bang.

Boom!

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a tall figure fell down and stood next to Ashina Huan who was lying on the ground. It was imprinted on the ground through the window.

"Zuoming" was then satisfied, and moved his eyes away from Jin Zhizhao and looked outside the hospital.

At this sight, the whole body tensed up suddenly, and the hairs on his hair stood up instantly.

Because the tone of the visitor's speech was obviously exactly the same as that of the disciple Yang Zaiwei.

The breathing rhythm is also the same as that of Yang Zaiwei.

But this man's figure was taller and more powerful than Yang Zaiwei.

now.

Inside and outside the house, just a stone's throw away.

The man regained his voice and said politely:

"'Zuoming', this is the first time we meet. I am Li Yuanfang, the internal guard. I am here to arrest you...or beat you to death!"


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