In Qiyang Palace, Fusu looked gloomy and sat upright.
Many diners gathered downstairs and sat down in their respective order, all looking ugly.
One of the sect elders couldn't help but said: "Young Master, the black-clothed guards are eyeing us. Whenever they see any mistakes on our part, they will arrest people. Now my disciples are so panic-stricken that they have no intention of doing anything for you. Why don't you ask me to do anything for you?"
Help."
Other sects and martial arts families stood up one after another and said: "Please help me, Sir, otherwise, if things continue like this, we will lose people's hearts."
Fusu just slapped the desk in front of him and cursed angrily: "This is simply too much bullying. How dare Lin Ze arrest someone after receiving so many benefits from me."
Everyone in the hall echoed: "This is too much. Lin Ze really deserves to die."
Fusu felt a little irritated when he heard this, and said: "Okay, stop talking, the matter is over, everyone should think about how to deal with this matter, you can't let Lin Ze bully you."
I just heard the head of an aristocratic family stand up and say: "Since it was Lin Ze who started this matter, why not..." While speaking, he stretched out his right hand and made a cutting gesture, murderous intent beyond words.
Another sect elder agreed with his face: "This is a good plan. I heard that Lin Ze is not in the fourth-level realm. If each family works together to produce a few middle-level dead soldiers, why can't they be captured easily?"
The more these people thought about it, the more excited they became, and they praised it endlessly.
Suddenly a cold voice came: "Just give up on this idea. Do you really think Lin Ze is so easy to kill?"
Everyone was furious, wondering who was pouring cold water on them. When they turned around, they saw it was Shangdang Hou Shizi. Feng Jie said there with a sarcastic smile on his face.
One sect elder was dissatisfied and said: "Then Lin Ze is only a fourth-level martial artist. With so many sects and aristocratic families here, working together, can't they kill a fourth-level martial artist?"
Feng Jie shook his head and said sarcastically: "A bunch of bumpkins who have never seen the world and don't know what they are called. Don't you want to find out who Lin Ze is? You want to assassinate him out of your own imagination."
Everyone...
An elder of the sect muttered: "Isn't it just a dog belonging to Hu Hai's family? What's the origin?"
Suddenly, the whole hall looked at the elder with murderous eyes. Who do you want to scold? Hu Hai's disciples are dogs, so who are we, Mr. Fusu's disciples? Are they dogs, or worse than dogs?
The elder was startled by the looks in his eyes and silently took two steps back.
After hearing this, Feng Jie snorted coldly: "The frog in the well, Lin Ze is not only a disciple of Hu Hai, but also a direct disciple of the national master Xu Fu, and is deeply loved by Xu Fu.
For this reason, Xu Fu sent four sixth-grade strong men to protect Lin Ze personally. The four old men beside him were the famous four elders of Fang Xiandao. Ordinary sixth-grade strong men were afraid that they would not be able to get close to Lin Ze.
Do you still want to assassinate him?"
Speaking of this, a sneer appeared on Feng Jie's face: "Taking a step back, even if you succeed in the assassination and anger the national master Xu Fu, I wonder how many of you can escape him and Fang Xiandao's pursuit?"
The elders of the sect and the head of the martial arts family were speechless after being refuted, and had completely given up the idea of assassination.
Fusu came out at the right time to smooth things over and said: "Assassination is not something a gentleman should do. This matter should not be mentioned again. Please think of other ways."
Jing Tian, the head of the Jing family, stood up and said: "Sir, in my opinion, Master Meng Tian must take action in this matter. As the saying goes, the first level of officialdom kills people. Master Meng Tian is a court lieutenant and a mere commander in Lin Ze.
Can you still make waves?"
Before Meng Yi could say anything, Fusu shook his head and said, "That Lin Ze is extremely cunning. Master Meng Tian is a humble gentleman, so I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about him."
Jingtian shook his head and said: "This is not possible. How can we treat enemies morally? According to me, just fabricate a crime, lock up Lin Ze, and treat him in his own way. The world will not be happy.
Is it peaceful?"
I heard Meng Yi sneer again and again: "Fabricate charges and lock people up? Do you think that Lin Ze is one of the people here who doesn't hold any official position and can be manipulated at will?"
"My father is a court captain. I don't know how many people are eyeing this position. If you are not careful, you will be criticized. Do you have to pay for my father for Lin Ze?"
Jingtian sneered: "In the final analysis, I still have selfish motives and refuse to make plans for the young master."
Meng Yi stood up from his seat with a "chun" sound, drew his long sword out of its sheath, pointed it at Jingtian and said: "You dare to slander my father, are you going to become the enemy of my Meng family until death?"
As a strong man of the sixth level of martial arts, Jingtian didn't care about the threat of Meng Yi, a fourth-level martial artist. Instead, he sneered, "What? He can't deal with outsiders, but he is very powerful when he is in the nest."
Meng Yi laughed angrily and turned to look at Fusu: "Does the young master think so too?"
Feng Jie and others stood silently behind Meng Yi, waiting for Fusu's answer.
They, a group of powerful children, are extremely disgusted with Fusu's emphasis on a large number of sect members and martial arts families. In their view, most of these people are vulgar, brave and unintelligent. They can just be thugs. How can they be ranked alongside them?
In the past, the Confucianists frequently bewitched Fusu and made stupid tricks one after another, so that Fusu's forces suffered heavy losses. Faced with this bloody lesson, they thought Fusu would be alert, but unexpectedly, they recruited a group of followers who did not know what they were called.
Confucianism is even worse.
Nowadays, the dignified monarch's home is being crowded out by the common people in the mountains. If Fusu doesn't express his position, they will be really disappointed.
Fusu didn't know that Meng Yi and others were trying to force him into the palace. He felt extremely angry and humiliated in his heart. He was about to explode, but he remembered the teachings of the deceased Zhou Qingchen.
Tian scolded:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are all my great assistants. You must have no selfish motives."
Then he said to Meng Yi in a friendly manner: "Don't worry too much. The head of the Jingtian family also said it unintentionally. In the past, when the Japanese master fought in the north, he only relied on the support of the Meng family to be able to do so smoothly."
When Meng Yi heard this, he became even more disgusted. When he talked about the Northern Campaign, he became very angry. The good results were always compromised in Fusu's hands, but now that Fusu had spoken, Meng Yi had to borrow money.
He walked down the steps, bowed his hands to Fusu and said, "I've been overthinking it, sir. Please forgive me."
Fusu quickly walked down and helped Meng Yi up and said, "Why are you so polite? It makes Fusu feel uneasy."
Meng Yi raised his head and looked at Fusu's "sincere" letter, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
Fusu sat back on the main seat and said, "Think about it again, but there are other ways."
Feng Jie and Meng Yi looked at each other, nodded, and stood up and said, "Master Qi, I have a plan that may help Lin Ze be cured."
Fusu looked anxious and said, "Come here quickly."
Feng Jie smiled confidently: "As we all know, Lin Ze just relied on himself as the commander of the black guards and clung to the laws of the Qin Dynasty to justifiably arrest the young master's disciples. Did the young master know that there was a censor in the court, who specialized in
Why don't you, the prince, find a few censors to keep an eye on Lin Ze, and if he makes even the slightest mistake, impeach him and see how he responds?"
Fusu's face showed joy when he heard this: "This plan is very good. This is the true way to treat others in their own way."