Chapter 221 One drink and one peck, could it be a predetermined decision?
Above the canal, Tang Wanzhuang was sitting in the cabin reading a book. Suddenly she raised her head and looked at the golden letters in the sky. Her indifferent expression unconsciously became a little sad, and then became complicated.
The so-called reading, there is a piece of letter paper spread out on the book, and it is the report on Langya Sword Theory that the subordinate mentioned yesterday.
The report was much more complete and detailed than what the subordinates said, including the process of Xia Chichi and Cui Yuanyang going to war, with analysis: "Suspected to be fighting for the treasure for Zhao Changhe", "Suspected to be jealous", and comments: "Both have talents that are rare to see in a century.
Not inferior to Yue Hongling."
I didn’t miss Zhao Changhe’s words, “It’s worth it if some people can cough less.”
Of course, no one dares to add analysis and evaluation to this sentence.
Tang Wanzhuang's face turned slightly red and she curled her lips, but her eyes still fell on this sentence and did not move away for a long time.
He did it... in order to make some people cough less, despise the princes, and kill people with a knife. He had no pressure to survive and his pace had relaxed, but he offended two super powers in the north and south overnight, and trouble was bound to ensue.
When I came here, I was even more shocked every step of the way than when I first left Beimang.
But Tang Wanzhuang knew that he didn't care. Instead, he was probably drinking and singing, feeling very happy.
She also knew that whether it was the Yangzhou Incident, the Suzhou Incident, or the killing of Fa Sheng in front of the village, or the Wang family's execution of Fa Qing, if the huge force of the Maitreya Sect was almost thrown into chaos by a single soldier from Zhao Changhe, let's put it this way.
It's an exaggeration, but not without reason.
Faqing has high-end combat power. How many people can a Maitreya sect have on the list? If one of them dies, his vitality will be severely damaged. In fact, this is not a big deal. Yangzhou is the bridgehead of Jiangbei, Gusu is an important place of the Tang family, and Fasheng is a general who knows the military.
, the importance of each one can be raised to the strategic level, and they are all gone.
Originally, the Maitreya Rebellion was very similar to the Yellow Turbans recorded in Era history. If it swept across the south of the Yangtze River and the imperial court was powerless, it would have to rely on local nobles to spontaneously suppress the bandits. For example, the Tang family is already very similar to this. If it continues to develop, heroes will take advantage of the situation and rise up.
Each has his own troops.
If Maitreya is just the fate of being the pioneer of the king, then Zhao Changhe's actions have brought their defeat much earlier. Before the local military in various places even had time to take advantage of it, the Maitreya Sect was likely to be quelled in advance, and the chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty may not have happened.
Can be formed.
He said he had no intention of conquering the world, but what he was doing was heading in this direction.
Whether it's for the common people or for...her Tang Wanzhuang.
"Here comes someone." She suddenly said.
He hugged Qin and stood beside her timidly: "Miss, I'm here."
"Pass my secret order to all the major states and counties. Wherever Zhao Changhe passes, everyone will listen to his orders and protect his safety at all costs."
"this……"
"What? You think he likes it?" Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "I'm afraid he prefers the excitement and tension now, riding horses on the yellow sand, dominating the world, maybe accompanied by Hongzhuang... Why do you want us to get in the way?
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Baoqin muttered: "Then we are going to put on the cold butt? Especially the so-called red makeup, miss you..."
"This is not for him, but for the world. Go."
Baoqin curled her lips and took the order to go out of the cabin to deliver the order. Tang Wanzhuang stood up and walked to the window, watching the river flowing quietly, and was speechless for a long time.
Look at the place where the ferry is washing sand, how many people are crossing the world.
…………
"Whoosh!" The sword light rose from the side of the road and flew toward him.
Less than ten miles away from the Wang family, the assassination has arrived.
At first glance, this style resembles that of my old friend Tingxue Tower.
This shows that the Wang family had been contacting Tingxuelou two or three days ago. They originally planned to ambush Zhao Changhe when he left, but now it happened by chance.
Even Cui Yuanyang knew to ask Zhao Changhe to follow her convoy when leaving. However, something unexpected happened and she could only ride out of the city like this. Her whereabouts were difficult to conceal, and it was doomed to be a thorny road.
But Zhao Changhe was not surprised but overjoyed, laughing loudly: "I don't know why, I actually miss you a little."
swordsman:"……"
"Choke!" The dragon bird took out its sheath and struck the sword light, causing the sword to deflect slightly.
The swordsman passed by and rolled on the ground due to the huge force, suddenly dripping with cold sweat.
The explanation was unclear, and it was both a siege and a sneak attack. They did not take the "killer list" as an indication of how strong Zhao Changhe was. Because in the information handed to them by the Wang family, Zhao Changhe was at the fifth level of the entrance...
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Wu Zhong, your mother, Wu Zhong!
This is clearly the sixth level of the outer family and the fifth level of the inner family! And even the fifth level of the inner family feels almost the sixth level, once again keeping up with the intensity of his internal and external cultivation. With Zhao Changhe's actual combat level and martial arts understanding, as long as it is not
If you meet the same heroes on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, it won't be a big problem to beat the ordinary seventh-level heroes. Maybe they will even dare to touch the eighth-level ones.
No wonder it can kill people. To be honest, the person at the bottom of the list is the ninth level of the entrance, and it no longer has the crushing ability of an instant kill.
This thing has been hanging around under the noses of your Wang family for so long, and you still give us backward information!
"Whoosh whoosh!" Seven or eight men in black gathered on the left and right roads, blocking Zhao Changhe's path with solemn expressions.
Zhao Changhe did not dismount, shook his head and said with a smile: "As expected, a group of sixth and seventh level people came here thinking I was at the fifth level. So I miss you very much, and I can't keep up with the version every time. What a good sandbag, it's gone.
It’s a pity. I’ll tell you when I go back to the poster and I’ll send someone from the eighth level to play next time, hahahaha…”
The assassins had expressionless faces. Nonsense, who doesn't have such a mission? Are you going to kill someone with the third or fourth level of the entrance hall and send a personal list? Then why do you need other people? Why do the masters of the personal list have nothing to do? Choose every time
It's one or two levels higher, and it's always carried out by multiple people, and they use all kinds of disguises to hunt. Under normal circumstances, the mission completion rate is basically 100%. How many perverts like you can there be!
Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "Hey, I still want to talk to you. I failed to assassinate me before, and many people died. How do you, as an assassin organization, deal with such a thing? Will you avenge them? Or?
Are you just going to admit defeat?"
The leader of the assassin was silent for a moment and said slowly: "If the mission fails, there will be no hatred. If the assassin organization falls into endless hatred, it will deteriorate and may even lead to the collapse of the organization."
"No wonder." Zhao Changhe clicked his tongue twice: "But you shouldn't tell me this. What should I do if I don't have any pressure to kill you?"
There was a bit of anger on the leader's face, and he said coldly: "You can really kill us before we talk."
"Of course, I only have the confidence to break through. I definitely can't kill you all by myself, but I'm not alone."
Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed from behind, and Yuan Xing rushed over: "Young Master Zhao, stay back."
Assassin leader: "..."
Zhao Changhe looked back and said with a smile: "Master, shouldn't you be drinking tea at Wang's house?"
Yuan Xing shook his head: "The behavior of the Wang family...is not like ours. Young Master Zhao has shown great kindness to me at Huayan Temple this time. He came here to express his gratitude and escort Young Hero."
The assassin leader said bluntly: "Withdraw."
A group of black-clad assassins disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Whoever dares to challenge the people in the ninth level of the entrance hall is an assassin, not a death squad.
I'd better report back to the original poster to see if we really want to send a gold medal assassin... Regarding this mission named Zhao, it seems that ordinary people really can't accept it.
Zhao Changhe put up the pavilion with his hands and looked far away: "Their Qinggong is very good. If I hadn't learned how to tread water and wave, I would have learned from them."
After saying that, he no longer pretended to be on horseback, dismounted and saluted: "Thank you, master, for your help."
"I don't think the donor is afraid of them at all. It's because I'm troublesome."
"Wherever I am, I'm just waiting for the master." Zhao Changhe secretly thought that what I'm waiting for is actually Suzaku... But you will chase them out regardless of the Wang family, but it gave me a high look. Normal Buddhism in this world seems to be okay?
"Before I came out, I had a brief chat with Donor Situ. He said that Zhao Shaoxia wanted to find a body-building method, or a method of releasing the Qi wall?"
Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes. Master's golden bell..."
"The Golden Bell is not allowed to be told outside, but I do have some information that Shaoxia Zhao wants."
"oh?"
"Young Master Zhao must have just applied some kind of treasure on his body, and the aura is still there. I have seen a similar aura before, and wanted to explore it at that time, but gave up because of other reasons."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.
That is to say, that sea mud does exist somewhere on land! Maybe we can find something more core?
Regardless of whether it can continue to benefit the meridians, exercising is definitely the right thing to do!
As expected, good deeds will always be rewarded. Zhao Changhe clasped his fists and saluted: "To be honest, Master, Zhao needs this thing very much. Please show me the way."
Wan Xing sighed: "It was easy to say in the past, but now it is a bit troublesome, because in the continuous snow-capped mountains north of the grassland, one of the peaks was accidentally discovered by Lao Na when he was traveling a few years ago. But now during the war,
Don't be impatient, young hero, you can wait until there is a truce before going."
As he spoke, he handed over a fragment of the monk's robe: "This is the identification picture that I left for myself at that time, and now I give it to the young hero."
Zhao Changhe bowed again: "Thank you, Master."
Yuanying put his hands together and returned the greeting: "The donor has great compassion and is a true Buddha. You can come to Huayan Temple to stay and get close to him in the future."
After saying hello to the monks behind him, he left without saying much.
Zhao Changhe watched the monks leave and suddenly said: "If Master Yuanxing had not arrived in time, would the Venerable take action?"
There was silence all around, and there was no response from Suzaku.
Zhao Changhe was a little puzzled. Is Suzaku not following?
Little did he know that in the forest less than three miles away, Wang Daozhong retreated quickly with his head full of bruises: "Sir Suzaku, you and I have formed an alliance. It's time to turn over the past. How can you hit me again?"
Suzaku said lazily: "When I see you, I think of the devil who once scolded me for vengeance and told me to wait, which inevitably makes my hands itch... This is a private grudge between you and me. It shouldn't affect our friendship as allies?"
Wang Daozhong almost spat out a mouthful of blood and vowed never to reason with a woman again.
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PS: Please forgive me for wanting to promote a book in the main text today. The author of "Returning to the Police Road 1993", the Hongchen Teahouse Storyteller, passed away last month. The author of "Police Lu Ling" Fengyi Tianya heard the news and decided to finish the book for him.
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There is no need to question or praise. In my opinion, this is a good story that can enter the history of Internet literature. This is not the red feathers of the setting sun reflecting the sunset, and the afterglow of the rivers and lakes is here.
The link to the work is in the author's statement.