Chapter 613 As long as you don’t die, there is hope
Wan Dongliu is obviously just incompetent and speaks harshly in anger. He has no qualifications to lead his troops northward.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. There will be various intricate relationships within any power group, especially the gangs and lakes forces that are gathered and condensed by the personal prestige of the gang leader. Once the powerful gang leader falls, it may even fall apart in an instant. Everyone, please take a look.
Each brain has its own territory and interests, and it is not uncommon for some to covet the position of gang leader.
Although Wan Dongliu is a Qianlong among the younger generation, he has not yet made it to the list, and his prestige is far from enough. In such a short time, except for a lunatic like Zhao Changhe, how can anyone dozens of Qianlongs away be on the list at this time?
People's list, it would be good if you don't get off the list...
Wan Dongliu is not much younger than Tang Buqi, and he will be off the list in two months, but his ranking at this time is worth mentioning.
Among the peers at this time, most of the ones at the front were on the list, some at the back had risen in the rankings, some had reached the age of being off the list, and some had fallen into the world - the Qianlong List has always been the fastest-changing list.
The number one Qianlong today is Xuanchong, the second is Wan Dongliu, and the third is unimaginable. Her name is Cui Yuanyang, and she is the youngest in history to be in the top three of Qianlong.
War has always been the most tempering experience.
For a normal young man in the world, Wan Dongliu's achievement is quite good, but it is obviously not enough to control the millions of people in the Cao Gang, let alone to suppress the arrogant gang in the context of war and separatism.
The fierce generals and the officials of the famous families who rebelled in the territory.
If it were really that simple if my son died and his son responded to his call, Wang Daoning wouldn't be able to attack Wan Tianxiong and finish the job. He would have been found and killed long ago.
Wan Dongliu now has a headache. He doesn't even know if the next assassination will come from his uncle. If he hadn't controlled a large number of Sixiang Sect members to suppress the situation, the Cao Gang might have been in chaos and would have sent troops northward.
fart.
Hearing from spies that Zhao Changhe was crossing the river to go north, he didn't care about taking care of his father and ran to the ferry outside the city to block people, just to get his friend to give some advice and help. But he didn't expect that the saints and saints were there... It would be much better if they were there.
After all, Caobang is a subordinate of the Four Symbols Sect. The arrival of the Venerable will be a reassurance.
Wan Tianxiong was assassinated in Yangzhou. At that time, he was arranging defenses along the river, and the one he was guarding against was Tang Buqi. However, the assassination came from the north, which was unexpected.
Fortunately, it's so close here. Zhao Changhe walked all the way into the Wanjia Mansion, and the first thing he saw was Wan Tianxiong lying on the bed like a dead man. He didn't even breathe.
The Turtle Breathing Technique inherited from Xuanwu has never been used by Guigui himself... In a martial arts environment with blind reporting, this trick is actually a bit useless, but it happened to delay the arrival of the savior for Wan Tianxiong this time.
Zhao Changhe put his hand on his pulse and checked briefly, but he didn't look very good.
It is true that the chest was flattened, the ribs were broken, and the heart and lungs were extremely seriously injured. Under normal circumstances, this would be a one-shot death. The Wang family's Pai Tian Zhen Hai Zhang is so domineering. After Wang Daoning's imperial realm, this power is really powerful.
The one who controls the vast sea.
Wan Tianxiong's profound spiritual practice and the Turtle Breath Dafa can barely hold a breath, but what's the use? In theory, if the heartbeat is gone, the person is already dead, not just brain dead. This cannot be cured by medicine, and there is no rejuvenation formula.
To the level of bringing the dead back to life.
Zhao Changhe pondered for a moment, and then gave Wan Tianxiong a little blood of Xue Ao first. This thing has extremely strong vitality. With the help of the Rejuvenation Art, he can still try his best to repair the internal organs. Of course, this cannot be repaired and he will survive. Do it first
Come on.
"Sanniang."
"Um."
"Uncle Wan, there is extremely powerful water energy wreaking havoc in his chest. Please help lead it away."
"good."
While Wan Dongliu was dumbfounded, Venerable Xuanwu was like a little daughter-in-law. She did whatever Zhao Changhe said meekly and pointed at his father's chest.
After a while, a hazy ball of water gathered in the hands of the Venerable and immediately dissipated without a trace.
Judging from this hand alone, it can be seen that the top perverted strongman can play with the power of water as easily as a flower. Apart from the real Xuanwu Master, I am afraid that only the former Dragon King Hai Pinglan can do this. The Wang family mainly suppresses his power.
, even if you don’t use your strength, there is still a subtle difference.
Master Zhen Xuanwu...why is he so obedient?
Wan Dongliu looked at the saint next to him as if in a dream, while Xia Chichi sat watching with some worry. He was worried about the life and death of the general in the sect, and seemed to turn a blind eye to the men and women in front of him.
Wan Dongliu wiped his eyes, suspecting that he was hallucinating because of the severe shock of his father's death.
But soon he no longer had the time to think about it.
Big beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Changhe's head, and his expression became increasingly pale, which was a sign that his soul power had been activated to the extreme.
If he continues like this, he may be hurt.
Wan Dongliu pursed his lips, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart... If speaking for public purposes, with the venerable saint here, Jianghuai is already destined to be in chaos, and Zhao Changhe has no need to risk his own safety.
If he fights hard, no one can blame him if he can't be saved.
If you think about it from a darker perspective, after all, your father did not believe in the Four Symbols Cult like him since he was a child. He may not be considered one of the four Xiang Cultists, but may be considered an unstable factor and must be replaced sooner or later. Now
Wouldn't it be nice if Wang Daoning did the work for him... It goes without saying that it is in the interests of the Four Symbols Sect that he cannot be saved.
But he is still fighting. What is that for?
Looking at Sanniang and Xia Chichi, they both seemed hesitant to speak, but in the end they didn't say anything.
"Brother Wan." After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Changhe suddenly spoke, his voice unconsciously hoarse.
Wan Dongliu stood up excitedly: "Here."
"If...my father lies like this forever, can you...accept it?"
Wan Dongliu looked at him blankly, his lips moved twice, not knowing how to answer.
Zhao Changhe said tiredly: "I tried my best, but after all my cultivation is not enough... Give me some more time? Maybe I can try again."
Wan Dongliu took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to feel his father's breath.
The turtle's breath has been lifted, and breathing has begun to resume. Although it is extremely weak, there is indeed breathing...
Wan Dongliu's mind was a little empty for a while, so he heard Zhao Changhe continue: "I will prescribe more medicine... From now on, let a special person be responsible for feeding food and medicine. As long as he doesn't die, there is hope."
As long as you don't die, there is hope.
Wan Dong, a dignified man, had a sore nose for some reason and whispered: "Brother Zhao's love will be remembered by Wan."
Zhao Changhe shook his head and just said: "We are friends."
Wan Dongliu pursed his lips and said nothing.
Zhao Changhe trembled slightly, took out a pill from the ring and swallowed it. It was obvious that he had consumed too much just now. After adjusting his breath for a while, he whispered: "Sanniang is here to take charge of the Jianghuai matter.
How is it?"
Sanniang said: "What are you going to do?"
"I don't understand the things here. Staying here will have very little effect. You are the right one..."
"Neither can I."
"As soon as the mask is put on, just put it there. Your existence is enough. Leave the rest to Dongliu. When the time comes, you will have to sort it out. Whether you go straight to Langya or go to Puyang, we will act according to the opportunity."
Sanniang pursed her lips: "What about you?"
"Wang Daoning suddenly moved to the capital, and went south to eliminate his worries. The most likely possibility at this time is to go to the capital... We had never considered this move, and I don't know what else he relied on besides the capital, so he dared to go
Beijing... But since he dares, he must be somewhat sure." Zhao Changhe rubbed his head tiredly: "Uncle Wan was assassinated the night before yesterday. With Wang Daoning's pace, he might have almost reached the capital at this time.
I must rush there immediately, otherwise I am afraid I will regret it."
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PS: It was originally set that Zhao Changhe would not return to Wan Tianxiong despite his best efforts, and Wan Dongliu would take over the Caobang. He was a background character, and his death would be a good thing for the Four Symbols Sect. But I don’t want to do that today.
Writing like this, let him lie down, there is infinite hope before he dies.
The feeling of tears falling down while typing in the morning... It's quite strange... We are so familiar, friends who joke with each other every day. Alas, everyone laughs.