Jia Cong encouraged Zhenming to go overseas and kill the sovereign ministers. Zhenming looked at him angrily: "What's the hurry? How many people can this poor old man with old arms and legs kill? Give back to the Westerners!"
Jia Cong hurriedly said: "Your skills are at the level of a demon! I will list the most important figures in Western countries later. Sometimes assassinating sensitive figures in sensitive places can trigger a European war!" The first time in later generations.
The trigger for the World War was the assassination of the Crown Prince of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and World War II was triggered by World War I. "Mr. Meng De said, an old man can only live a long life with his ambitions. Taoist priest, people like you have lived silently all your life.
, no one knows what happened, it’s really not worth it. My husband has become famous all over the world, why not go away with a bang? History books are originally written by heroes."
Zhen Ming was slightly startled, then looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter making Jia Cong's whole body go cold. In the past, when I read the jokes, there would always be "desperate roars like dying beasts", and the author meant it as a mockery. However, Zhen Ming was so shocked this time.
The laughter was really "a desperate roar like a dying beast". Jia Cong couldn't help but take two steps back and held Chen Ruijin's hand. After a while, Zhenming stopped laughing and looked at Jia Cong: "Who do you think is the hero?"
Jia Cong had already had countless thoughts running through his mind, trying to find analogies in countless stories from later generations, but finally gave up. Instead, he tried his best to put on a chicken soup for the soul expression and said slowly in Wang Jiawei's accent: "Taoist priest has done this before.
What juniors can probably guess a thing or two. Bao Buqi has killed all the innocent people in his family, from ninety-year-olds to newborn babies, from pregnant women to filial sons and loyal ministers; maybe he has also done evil things that the juniors can't guess. These things are not always done by the Taoist Priest himself.
What you want to do is always what you are ordered to do. Even if you don’t do it, someone will do it. I am not trying to excuse the Taoist priest. Those things cannot be changed by others. But at that time, you were a knife in someone else’s hand.
I hold you and let you do whatever you want without being able to do it yourself. But it’s different now. The Taoist priest just said that since Tianqi is gone, no one can stop you, and you are free. Now that you have
The boss still has what he wants to do." Unknowingly, he forgot to show off, and Jia Cong waved his hand heavily, "Fuck the emperor, my uncle, and the overall situation of the court, grandma! People have to live for themselves.
Mr. Nian, Taoist priest is not what you want to be, and becoming a monk is not what you came up with. The name Shi Jueming may not be true." Jia Cong stood upright and clasped his fists, "May I ask this old senior, what is his name?"
Zhenming was stunned for a long time, and then burst into laughter. Jia Cong breathed a sigh of relief: There is still something useful in the chicken soup. After Zhenming laughed, he looked at Jia Cong and said, "You are really brave. Don't be afraid that I am sent by the imperial court."
Testing you?"
Jia Cong asked: "Which court?"
Zhenming shook his head: "How could Jia She give birth to a son like you!" Then he looked at him again and said, "Your father was also brave when he was a child, but not this big." Jia Cong smiled so cutely.
Zhenming sighed softly and said, "My surname was Shi before I became a monk."
Jia Cong was stunned for three seconds and blurted out: "It couldn't be that historian!"
Zhenming smiled and said: "Yes. It's that historian."
Jia Cong immediately stumbled: "When the late emperor died unjustly, General Shi, why didn't you save him? With your martial arts skills so high, you can break into prison, rob a court, or rob a court of law!"
Zhenming was confused for a moment, opened his eyes wide and burst into tears: "If someone had said this twice next to Pindao..."
After all, ministers are often intimidated by the power of the monarch. For a while, no one dared to speak. After a long while, Jia Xu comforted and said: "The late emperor always made up for the historian's title..."
How could Jia Cong not know that he did it on purpose? He immediately sneered: "Everyone is dead, what's the use of a title? The title is only three thousand taels of silver each, wholesale and retail, the price is negotiable." Her heartbeat was pounding. When will the court want it? It’s just a word to take it back.”
After another moment of silence, Zhenming suddenly screamed "Ah————" like a lion roaring and a tiger roaring, heart-breaking. The sound was so loud that Jia Cong covered his ears and stepped back dozens of steps, still feeling it was deafening. He raised his head to look at the little boy. Yuan Shikai also covered his ears, but Liao Shouping stood still. Jia Cong was a little surprised: How could he bear it? Looking closer, Liao Shouping had tears rolling down his sleeves. After Zhenming finished shouting, his feet went soft. , and fell to the ground with a "thud".
Jia Cong stood silently for a long time, then walked over and sat down next to the old Taoist priest, saying, "Your family doesn't know how to raise girls." The old Taoist priest glanced at him. Jia Cong curled his lips and said, "My grandmother is really hard to describe."
As expected, Zhenming was led away by him: "Did your Dayushanzi really let her sell it privately?"
Jia Congpi smiled and said: "What do you think? She is your sister, right? You always know something about her temperament."
Zhenming sighed: "Your grandmother is a sister of my clan. She has different genders and we really don't have any contact with each other. Besides... I left home too early. Even if she is still here, she won't remember me."
"That's not necessarily true," Jia Cong said, "She remembers her mother's family very clearly." He suddenly blinked and shouted, "Uncle!" Zhenming was stunned. Jia Cong shouted again, "Uncle!" The voice got louder and he reached out and hugged the old Taoist priest's arm. Jia Xu lowered his head and smiled - this guy has always been a thick-skinned person.
Zhenming was both dumbfounded and dumbfounded: "A poor Taoist is a monk, so don't be shameless."
Jia Cong innocently said: "Did I shout wrong?"
Zhenming said with a straight face: "It's too far apart."
Jia Cong looked around and asked him: "Do you have a Zhenxia Pavilion at home?"
Zhenming thought for a while: "There is indeed one."
Jia Cong chuckled and said, "Uncle, how about I give you a number? How about I call you an old friend of Zhenxia?"
Zhenming was confused by his thrashing here and there, and it took him a while to say, "It's a mess!"
Jia Cong sighed: "You can't chase the past, let it be the past. My uncle is in such good health that he still has a lot of time to face the future. Do you want to find a wife for you?"
"Nonsense!" Zhenming glared at him and said, "It's getting more and more inconvenient." Jia Cong bared his teeth.
After that day, Zhenming naturally got together with them. But he didn't say that he wanted to hang out with them, nor did he say that he would go to the West to play assassin games. Jiuzhaigou Valley is a rare scenery in the world, so it wouldn't hurt to visit for a few more days. On the other hand, Liao Shouping was touched by Zhen Ming that day and followed him every time. Liao Shouping had just started to learn Zha Ma Bu, and his kung fu was completely different from Zhen Ming's. Zhen Ming often got rid of him halfway. He wasn't angry either, and he was still the same the next day. Follow.
At dusk that day, Jia Cong and others were about to rest after dinner. Zhenming asked Chen Ruijin, "Did you hear anything?"
Chen Ruijin listened carefully and said, "No."
Zhenming said: "There is an army coming."
Jia Cong stood up in shock: "Ah? No way."
Zhenming flew over the courtyard wall and disappeared. After a while, he came back and said: "There are more than five thousand people, no cavalry, they look like bandits, and the leader is a man in his forties."
Jia Cong immediately said: "They must only be here for us." Nai said, "Such a beautiful scene, don't let them pollute it." Yin asked, "Is it far?"
"Shangyuan 8cm Kaka."
Jia Cong said: "Anyway, it's still early at this moment. Let's pretend to have eaten and leave to lure them out of here."
Zhenming looked at him and said, "Send the meat to the chopping board?"
Jia Cong chuckled and said: "You may not win in a fight, so running away is okay. Liao Shouping, Yuan Shikai and I are a drag, and the four of you are strong opponents."
Zhenming glanced at Sangu Jia Xulu and said: "This gang of bandits is so numerous and sophisticated that it is difficult for us to deal with them with just two fists."
"Then we have to lure them away." Jia Cong looked at him and said, "The mountain people here provide us with food and accommodation, but we can't let them get involved and lose their lives."
Zhenming's face darkened, and he said after a while: "That's fine." He sighed, "In fact, you don't have to bother with this." He withdrew and went to check the enemy's situation again.
Jia Cong was stunned: "What does this old man mean?"
Chen Ruijin said: "He thinks too much."
Everyone immediately packed up their things and went to the host's house. He gestured to tell others that he had something urgent to leave. After gesticulating for a long time, Zhenming came back. He waved at the side and asked them to leave. He stepped forward and spoke in fluent Tibetan. Jia Cong was so shocked that he was stunned!
Jia Cong always ran away when he was in danger. This was the first time he chose to go to Hushan. Although his original intention was not to let the beautiful scenery be stained with blood, he ultimately felt guilty. Zhenming changed into a Tibetan robe and put on a Taoist robe. Jia Cong Knowing that he was afraid of causing trouble for the Tibetans, he smiled and gave a thumbs up, but received a glare from the old Taoist priest. Zhenming led them out of the village and said: "Just now, a spy from the bandits came here. It's obvious. You know where we live. Jia Cong, if you show off more, you will be able to attract him."
Jia Cong had the best ability to show off! He immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "The vast horizon is mine~~The flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills~~" Zhenming couldn't help but frown. Chen Ruijin chuckled beside him. .
Jia Cong sang to the accompaniment of the square dance of later generations for half a day, and then he said clearly: "The spies are here."
After Jia Cong finished singing the song he was talking about, he turned around to look at the stockade that was gradually far away behind him, and shouted: "Goodbye~~Jiuzhaigou~~I'll come back in a few years~~" The voice echoed for a long time.
After walking for another half day, the sky gradually darkened, and Zhenming said: "The thieves have already come."
Jia Cong said: "They will probably wait until dark to start."
"No." Zhen Ming said, "There are many people, so we can't take advantage of our unpreparedness."
"You don't know how to use any formations then? House of Flying Daggers formation or something like that."
"No offense."
Before he finished speaking, a crowd surged out from the hilltop opposite, so dense that it was impossible to see beyond. Jia Cong and others were ready to fight. They didn't want the bandits on the opposite side to move to both sides, revealing the four men in the middle. A bow and a crossbow were already aimed at each other! Jia Cong shuddered: I didn't intend to catch him alive! Before he could think about it, he heard several gunshots, and Jia Xu and Chen Ruijin were already holding hands and shot him down. I picked up several bow and crossbowmen and couldn't help but shout, "So handsome!"
The bandits were stunned, and it was obvious that they had miscalculated. They must have known that these people had Western guns and guns in their hands, so they thought of taking a surprise and shot them to death with bows and crossbows. Little did they know that the enemy was already on guard. Then they heard that someone was shooting behind them. Roaring: "Kill——" the crowd surged up.
Zhenming didn't take any action, but ducked into the tree to watch Jia Cong and others fight. Chen Ruijin, Jia Xu and Lu Sangu were both masters in close combat, and the bandits were all dead in the blink of an eye. However, there were so many bandits that even if they stood still and let them chop them down, they would have to fight. I was so exhausted that this love ended up. Zhenming sat on the tree for half a day, carefully observing the skills of these young people. I don’t know how long they had been fighting, but a crescent of the moon had already appeared in the sky, and Zhenming suddenly flew up like a big bird. Jia Cong and others were working hard when they heard someone shouting "Ahhhhh". When he looked up, Zhenming had caught someone on the tree. He didn't know what he had done to him. The man screamed in pain. .The bandits immediately stopped.
Zhenming shouted: "That little brother Liu!"
Jia Xu shuddered: He is still a younger brother at this age?! Sangu Lu burst out laughing. Jia Xu could only hand over his hand: "Taoist priest?"
"You are Jin Yiwei, right?"
"yes."
As soon as Zhenming let go, the man fell from the tree with a bang. "Examine him, he is the leader."
Jia Xu smiled: "Don't worry, Taoist Master, I have this ability."
The bandits shouted: "Save the leader--" Just as they were about to rush over, they suddenly seemed to see something in front of them, but they didn't seem to see anything. Just a dozen corpses fell inexplicably--all of them fell. People know who made the move and how. Jia Cong and others couldn't help but raise their heads to look at Zhenming. Zhenming sneered and said: "A mere 5,300 people are worthy enough to hang around Pindao?"
One of the bandits shouted: "Isn't there only one young woman who has a few tricks?"
Jia Cong and Chen Ruijin looked at each other and smiled. However, Jia Cong also immediately thought of who got these bandits. Looking at the leader who was left behind by Zhenming, he said: "The Ding family actually has soldiers? I underestimated it." Ding, did you underestimate Ding Wangji?"
The leader immediately said: "It has nothing to do with the Ding people! We are heroes from Tongchuiling!"
Jia Cong frowned and said: "You just clearly want our lives. There is no enmity or grudge against each other, and we don't have any money with us. What are you doing?"
The leader said: "I will take your lives in the name of the big leader."
Jia Cong laughed and said: "More than five thousand people came to arrest six or seven people, and they also brought bows and crossbows. You don't even know the whole story. You are really a bunch of puppets. Have you never thought about what if your leader made a mistake?" He He looked up at the bandits behind him and said, "Your leader obviously made a mistake. So many brothers died in vain."
There was an uproar among the bandits. When there were more people, they started talking about anything. Chen Ruijin and others had good ears, so they heard a few words from the noise: The old mistress of the big leader...
The old concubine mistakenly thought that Jia Xu’s martial arts skills were mediocre, so who else could he be? Jia Cong said with a smile: “Fifth uncle, where does Mr. Ding live now?”
Jia Xu said: "There is a small nunnery in the west of Chengdu."
"Oh, let's go."
Zhenming then picked up Liao Shouping, Jia Xu picked up Jia Cong, Chen Ruijin picked up Yuan Shikai, and Lu Sangu followed behind. The group of people flew away from the trees in the forest at night. The bandits looked at each other, and they couldn't get back for a long time. God comes.
A few days later, in broad daylight, Jia Cong broke in through the window and broke into Ding's small nunnery.
Ding was shocked: "How did you get here..."
Jia Cong asked: "But you instigated Fang Yong's wife to assassinate Qiu Liang?"
Ding said calmly: "So what."
Jia Cong pulled out the sword from his waist and stabbed it with his hand. The tip of the sword passed through Ding's body. "This is to pay you back for Qiu Liang." (..)