Lian Zhen asked to see Kong Ji, but Lu Qichang did not hesitate at all, which made Lian Zhen think that Kong Ji was really in retreat.
"Why did I lie to you? The Imperial Master is in seclusion in a secret room underground in the backyard."
"I didn't want to tell you about this, but now that you want to mutiny, I can only take you there."
"Let's go. I will explain this matter to the king after I see the imperial master."
Lu Qichang raised his feet and continued walking forward, but Lian Zhen said hesitantly: "Since the abbot is in retreat, I won't bother you anymore."
Monk Kongji does not like to be disturbed by others when he is in retreat, and Lian Zhen knows this very well.
If you rush in rashly, you might get scolded.
Lu Qichang was a little unhappy and said: "Lian Zhen, you brought your brothers and sisters to cause trouble. Now I am willing to take the responsibility and take you there, but you don't go. What do you want?"
Lian Zhen laughed apologetically and said, "Lord Lu, please calm down. It's not that I want to cause trouble. It's actually that the brothers and sisters have believed the rumors that something happened to the abbot."
"Since the abbot has nothing to do, I won't go."
Lu Qichang fluttered his sleeves angrily, turned around and walked towards the General's Mansion, but Lian Zhen caught up with him and said, "Master Lu, the fellow apprentices who came back from Yangcheng said that many iron kites have taken refuge in Long Cheng'en and have killed tens of thousands of my fellow apprentices. Since then,
How will the king handle the matter?"
Lu Qichang did not look back and said coldly: "Go and ask the king yourself!"
Lu Qichang cannot look back. If he does, Lian Zhen will probably suspect that he was deceived.
Seeing Lu Qichang going back angrily, Lian Zhen couldn't say any more, so she had to turn around and come back.
"Senior Brother Lianzhen, what do you want to say about the abbot?"
"Did something happen to the abbot?"
"How to deal with those rebels in Yangcheng?"
A group of people surrounded Lian Zhen and asked questions. Lian Zhen said loudly: "Nothing happened to the abbot. As for where the abbot is, we don't need to ask more about it."
The other brothers said dissatisfiedly: "Lian Zhen, what do you mean? Are you also colluding with them?"
Lian Zhen said angrily: "Hai Chan, what do you mean! As the abbot's direct disciple, how could I possibly frame the abbot!"
"I can only tell you that the abbot is fine, don't worry."
Hai Chan was dissatisfied, but it was hard to argue. After all, Lian Zhen had a better relationship with Kong Ji, and he was much more distant.
"What about the rebels in Yangcheng? How to deal with them?"
Lian Zhen didn't want the matter to escalate further, so she said, "The king is already dealing with it. Naturally, all traitors and traitors will be killed."
After hearing what Lian Zhen said, everyone's anger subsided a little.
"Okay, everyone, let's go back."
Lian Zhen drove the monks back to the camp, and Guancheng finally calmed down a bit.
Inside the city, a man wearing a Xixia military uniform watched the crowd disperse, quietly reached the foot of the city wall, and jumped over the city wall.
After leaving the city wall, the man walked for more than 20 miles in the dark night and entered an inn.
An old man was smoking a dry cigarette. It was Gan Xin, the daughter of the Xixia Emperor.
"came back?"
"came back."
The man who came in was none other than Black Wind.
After saying a simple hello, Heifeng hurried into the thatched shed in the backyard of the inn, where Shen Wanjin was still practicing.
Shen Wanjin sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, his body trembling slightly, and the bed board under his buttocks also vibrated.
Hei Feng stood in front and did not dare to disturb him, quietly watching Shen Wanjin practice.
As his body trembled, Shen Wanjin's chest emitted a low vibration, much like a Buddhist tremolo.
In the past two days, Shen Wanjin has been practicing the Mad Lion Art, and he feels that his cultivation has improved greatly.
Slowly... Shen Wanjin accepted the Mad Lion Art.
"The royal family's secret method is just different!"
Shen Wanjin let out a long sigh, and his joy was beyond words.
"Congratulations to the original poster for mastering the secret technique."
Heifeng immediately flattered him, but Shen Wanjin shook his head and said with a smile: "What a great success, this is just the beginning."
"That Kongji old bald donkey has only done a little bit. This is just the beginning."
"When I have completely mastered the Mad Lion Art, my cultivation will surely reach a new level."
"even..."
You can even compete with Long Chen.
Shen Wanjin does not target the empress, he does not dare to think so, his target is Long Chen.
As long as he is as powerful as Long Chen, that is enough.
"When the time comes, our Wanjin Tower will become an existence that surpasses the Tianxiahui. We will have both the Tianxiahui's business and Wanjinlou's assassins."
"I would like to ask who in the world is the opponent of the original poster."
Heifeng spoke impassionedly, and Shen Wanjin also laughed: "We can't be arrogant. The situation has changed. Long Chengen may dominate the world. How should we deal with it then?"
Thinking of this, Shen Wanjin's happy expression became less happy.
For assassins, troubled times are the best.
If someone is killed in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, if the empress pursues him, he can just go to Nanliang.
If the world is unified, Shen Wanjin will have no place to hide.
"Master, my subordinates have always wanted to say that we should not support Long Chengen. The best policy is to divide and rule the world."
Heifeng also felt that the three-point situation in the world should be maintained, which would be most beneficial to Wanjin Tower.
Shen Wanjin shook his head and said, "I know it too, but can you stop Long Chengen?"
Black Wind remained silent.
In this world now, I'm afraid no one can stop Long Chen, unless... the master takes action.
"Master, he..."
Shen Wanjin's expression suddenly changed and he reprimanded: "Don't mention what you shouldn't mention!"
Hei Feng shut up immediately and did not dare to say anything more.
Shen Wanjin said coldly: "These things we do are just games in the eyes of the master."
"Even if Long Chengen wants to destroy Xixia, in the eyes of the master, I'm afraid it's just a kid playing house."
"Do your own thing well, don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't mention what you shouldn't mention."
Heifeng nodded and did not dare to speak.
"You go outside and guard."
Shen Wanjin stood up, opened the wooden board under the bed, bent down and got in.
Walking underground, an oil lamp illuminated a small area. Monk Kongji was lying on the bed, sleeping, looking very unhappy.
"Is the Imperial Master okay?"
Shen Wanjin asked with a smile.
Monk Kongji slowly opened his eyes, his lips were chapped and turned white, and he said weakly: "Can't the poster see it? If the poor monk dies, do you still want the Crazy Lion Art?"
Shen Wanjin chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Imperial Master. I have already sent someone to deliver medicine. When the medicine arrives, I will naturally help Imperial Master heal his injuries."
Kong Ji did not continue to answer, but closed his eyes and continued to fall asleep.
Shen Wanjin looked at Kong Jie's bleeding gauze and slowly put his hand on Kong Jie's wrist.
He didn't believe that Kongji could be so weak, and suspected that he was pretending.
A weak and slow pulse beat was heard. Shen Wanjin raised his eyelids and looked at Kongji with worry.
The pulse is very weak, and the emptiness is not fake.
"Don't worry, Imperial Master, the medicine will be here soon."
Shen Wanjin immediately climbed out of the underground secret room, where the black wind was letting out wind.
"Has the medicine come?"
Shen Wanjin came out and immediately asked about the medicine.
Heifeng was wondering why Shen Wanjin came up so quickly. It turned out to be Kongji.
"Still on the way."
The medicine for Kongji's healing is more troublesome. It must be prepared from Yan Shuangyu in Xifeng City, so it will take some time.
Shen Wanjin urged: "Hurry up, this old bald donkey was too seriously injured by Long Chengen. If he comes late, he might die."
Heifeng said in surprise: "No way, it's so serious? This old bald donkey was beaten so badly last time, but he recovered in the end."
"I just got stabbed once this time, why can't it be cured?"
Hei Feng felt that Kong Ji was more seriously injured last time, but why was it that he couldn't survive the injury this time even though it was less serious?
Shen Wanjin did not explain, but just urged: "Hurry up, if a person dies, there will be nothing left!"
