It was already eight o'clock in the morning when we returned to Wuhun Base. Xu Qing and Ren Bing arrived at the door of the General Staff Office. The door was hidden, but Ren Bing knocked on the door out of courtesy.~~
"Come in." Long Fengyang's voice sounded almost at the same time as the knock on the door. The door pushed forward, and Xu Qing and Ren Bing walked in together.
Xu Qing naturally walked to the sofa opposite Long Fengyang's desk and sat down. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a sip. He smiled lightly and said: "Brother Long, if you have anything to do, just tell me straight to the point."
, I’m still waiting to go back and catch up on my sleep!”
Looking at the entire Wuhun base, there is only one person who can talk to Long Fengyang like this. Even Ren Bing behind him secretly admires this kid. His tone is as if General Staff Long has delayed his sleep.
Long Fengyang raised the corner of his mouth, took out two brand new thin booklets from the drawer and threw them over: "These are the secret books you brought yesterday. I was short of time and translated two of them."
"Oh!" Xu Qing's eyes lit up, and he reached for the two translation books that smelled of ink and flipped through them. One was about the steps for ascending the ladder, and the other was actually the internal power of the Buddha, Vajra Roar.
"The title of this book is very funny, King Kong Roar. Why does it look like a gorilla hammering its chest?" Xu Qing put the two translated secret books on the table and joked casually.
The corners of Long Fengyang's lips twitched twice more, as if he was suppressing a smile: "You got a big advantage. The secret books you brought back are all the best kung fu, but warriors below the ground level can't learn them."
A trace of surprise flashed in Xu Qing's eyes and he said: "Why? There are still three, six or nine levels of this thing?" The secret book he brought back cannot be learned by people below the realm. Doesn't that mean that it can only be worshiped by a few cheaper ones? Of course, there are also
Including Long Fengyang.
Long Fengyang pointed his chin and said: "The ancient warriors can be divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black and yellow, and the martial arts secrets they practice are also divided into levels. This is like the gap between elementary school textbooks and advanced textbooks. If you let a primary school student read the junior high school textbooks,
Will he understand the function?"
Xu Qing suddenly said: "Junior high school students can easily solve elementary school exercises, because those are just basic things, right?"
Long Fengyang pointed at the two booklets and said: "The internal strength of an ancient warrior is a limitation. It's like a strong adult and an underage child trying to move something weighing half a kilogram together. Who do you think will have more difficulty?
"Having said this, he took out half a cigar from his drawer, lit it, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke: "As far as I know, all the secret books that Long Chenyu took together are not as good as a climbing ladder. You
This time I have achieved another miracle. I will wait for two days for all the secret books to be translated, and then there will be a big surprise."
Xu Qing smiled and said: "That's good, at least we've made some money, but I don't have time to wait. I'll be back to Jiangcheng tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
Long Fengyang said sternly: "You take these two books home first, and the rest will be sent to you after they are translated. It's just that there are too many mixed and uneven efforts, and you have to learn to make choices. It is not good to learn them in a general way."
Xu Qing smiled nonchalantly and said, "I understand the principle of biting off more than you can chew. I plan to pick a few practical ones and learn them."
Long Fengyang nodded and said: "This is best. By the way, I want to know to what extent your affair with Liu Meng went?"
Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, it's finally here. If his guess is correct, the next step is to tell me to leave this matter alone. After thinking about it, he said: "We met in Vegas last time and we even killed each other together."
A few werewolves asked me to help their relatives burn some paper on Qingming Festival, is there any problem?"
Long Fengyang was obviously relieved and said in a low voice: "This is no problem, but Liu Meng is carrying too many things on his back. I advise you not to get too close to him."
Xu Qing frowned and said, "If I want to help Liu Meng come back, is there any way?"
Long Fengyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's impossible. If he is in the capital, he will definitely become the target of public criticism. Even you may not be able to protect him by then."
Xu Qing's heart burst into flames, and he looked at Long Fengyang with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice: "General Staff Long, are you warning me with this?" He had a feeling that both Huan Zun and Long Fengyang knew that they were chasing him back then.
Who was the instigator behind the murder of Liu Meng? However, due to the special identity of that person, it is difficult to reveal.
Long Fengyang said with a solemn expression: "It's not a warning, it's a protection. You kid, don't think that Heaven Realm warriors are invincible. There is a saying that it's easy to hide with open guns and hard to avoid hidden arrows. You have to understand that every Tian Realm pill represents
A heavenly warrior, are they all weaker than you?"
Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat. A small box filled with Heaven Realm Pills seemed to appear in front of his eyes. Long Fengyang was right. A Tian Realm Pill represents the death of a Heaven Realm warrior. The cause of death is unknown.
I checked, but the fact is that these former strong men have left this world, and no one of them is too far behind me...
In a sense, heavenly realm warriors are also fragile. As Long Fengyang said, it is easy to dodge open guns and hard to defend against hidden arrows, and a person's strength is indeed limited.
Seeing Xu Qing's silence, Long Fengyang reached out and took out a yellowed booklet from the drawer and pushed it over: "This was unearthed from the tomb of an ancient emperor. The emperor collected nearly fifty
Ketian Realm Pill, and he also has a habit similar to writing a diary, which is all translated, you can take a look."
Needless to say, this booklet should be the diary of the emperor who likes to collect elixirs in the sky. Xu Qing picked up the booklet and opened it with a sullen face. The fonts on it were obviously not the current text, but there would be corresponding translations on the second page.
It is equivalent to a sheet of ancient Chinese characters, and the second page is just translated and added.
Turning to the first page, it says, I, Zhao Jiuzhong, have been practicing martial arts since childhood. I realized the mystery at the age of fifteen, broke the earth at the age of nineteen, and broke the sky at the age of twenty-five. I have millions of warriors under my command and thousands of warriors, including six heavenly warriors.
Twelve, thirty-three-year-old warriors from the heaven realm in Chenqiao wear yellow robes and proclaim themselves emperor. Although the dragon chair is good, I feel uneasy. The warriors can support me as emperor today and others tomorrow. I want to kill him!
The translated lines above are shocking. The emperor named Zhao Jiuzhong was obviously a genius of heavenly warriors. With the support of a group of heavenly warriors, he wore a yellow robe and became the emperor. Later, he was worried that these warriors would usurp the throne.
A murderous intention.
Opening another two pages, I saw clearly recorded a series of names and the time, place and method of killing. Some were killed by poison, some were killed by agencies, and some were even poisoned by poisonous insects...
This emperor was unscrupulous in order to eliminate dissidents, and every time he killed a heavenly warrior, he would record the process in detail. He even killed more than ten people himself, and his methods were extremely cruel. In this bloody diary,
Recording the death of sixty-one heavenly warriors, Xu Qing's scalp felt numb.