In the antique room, Xue Dilong walked slowly with his hands behind his back, with thoughts between his brows.
"My lord, are you worried about the old demon from Black Mountain, Ma Longtu, or Yang Yu?"
Mo Xingkong, who was waiting on the side, bowed slightly and asked.
"What do you think?"
Xue Dilong stopped and looked at his right-hand man, his appointed next Supervisor of Qintian.
"Think of it as the old monster from Montenegro.
Mo Xingkong thought for a moment and then answered:
"The Seven Kills Palace has been hidden as the Heavenly Wolf Totem. For four hundred years, it has always been a serious concern for the imperial court. That old demon abandoned the Dao Fruit, and I am afraid that he has a very deep conspiracy."
"Yes and no."
Xue Dilong nodded, then shook his head:
"The old demon is certainly cruel and vicious, but the battle between him and Zhang Xuanba has been less than eight years. No matter how arrogant he is, his plot is only to advance his martial arts and supernatural powers.
Before the war, there was no way to pose a threat to the imperial court...
Mo Xingkong nodded in agreement.
King Zhao of Xifu and the old demon of Black Mountain were ranked first and second on the Splendid List respectively, but it was not just because of the sacred monuments. In fact, the two had fought against each other many years ago.
"On the contrary, Yang Prison..."
A faint light flashed in Xue Dilong's eyes, recalling what he saw that day on the top of the mountains when he had an insight into the energy of heaven and earth:
"I'm afraid this guy has become rebellious.
"Is he going to rebel?"
Mo Xingkong was shocked: "He has no background, no background, no army or territory, and he is wanted by the court. How can he rebel?"
He is the hidden supervisor of Qintian, so he is naturally familiar with all kinds of information.
Leaving aside the imperial court, in the martial arts world alone, as far as he knew, there were already several masters going to the Northwest Road.
"This child is not something in the pond."
Xue Dilong pulled up a chair and sat down, tapping the desk and counting what Yang Yu had done in the years since his debut:
"Killing the county magistrate, capturing the lord of the palace, ambushing the Shangguan, and Lingchi the lord of the state... This man is young, but has a rebellious nature and lacks awe of the imperial court.
Under a wanted order, some people will run away, some will hide, and some will be afraid, but this person will definitely rebel."
Mo Xingkong pondered for a long time before finally naming the person: "Wang Muzhi?"
"Of course it's him!"
Xue Dilong smiled coldly:
"The imperial court issued an order to return to the capital of the gods, but he disappeared. It is obvious what he wanted to do! Yang Prison did not have the manpower and power, but he did!
Xu Wenji’s six, no, now seven disciples, but none of them are efficient!"
Xu Wenji's reputation today is not only because of a memorial that governs the country in all directions, but also because of his disciples.
He is different from most Confucian scholars in this world.
Whenever Xu Wenji visited a place, he would open a private school, give lectures in person, and enlighten local children of appropriate age. This was the case day by day, year by year, and place by place.
Not all of these disciples may become talented, and most of them are still mediocre, but there are many outstanding ones among them.
Wang Muzhi, Feng Junzi, Lian Ruoxu...
The six gentlemen of the Xu family are all famous figures in the world and in the temple, and now, there is also one who ranks at the top of the list, the beheading knife, Yang Prison!
"Ke Xu Wenji"
Mo Xingkong heard the meaning of his words, but he was a little surprised and confused: "He is an upright man and is dedicated to serving the public good. How could he have a counter-intention?"
"Xu Wenji is honest, honest and honest."
Xue Dilong nodded, no matter how much the two of them didn't deal with each other, he couldn't slander this point, but...
"But he is still highly suspicious, because he firmly believes in 'Mencius' and has always followed the principle of "valuing the people over the king" for many years.
Xue Dilong didn't say the second half of the sentence.
But he knew that if it hadn't been like this, Xu Wenji would not have lost his holy family...
"No wonder you want me to keep an eye on Xu Wenji. Are you worried that Wang Muzhi and others will come to the capital of God to rob the prison?"
Mo Xingkong was somewhat understanding, but he couldn't help but shake his head:
"In the capital of the gods, not to mention the six of them, even the Martial Saint will break his halberd when he comes. How is it possible to rob the Heavenly Prison?"
“Be prepared.”
Xue Dilong didn't say much else and returned to the original topic:
"The disciples of the Xu family have been cultivating Longyuan for many years. Someone raised their arms and said, not only three states, but one or two states may not be impossible to win.
Yang Yu is advancing towards Yanzhou. If he tries to revive it again, he will leave the other two states..."
"Then he holds two lands, the mine and the horse farm, and he can also connect with Dali outside the pass, Tianlang..."
Mo Xingkong felt a chill in his heart.
"It is imperative to kill this beast. Unfortunately, His Majesty is about to go on an expedition. I cannot go there in person, so I can only give guidance to Fang Zhenghao...
Xue Dilong's eyes were profound:
"If Fang Zhenghao acts as ordered and uses the methods I have left behind to capture him, it will probably be enough...
"Fang Zhenghao, he's out of quarantine."
Even without the soldiers rushing outside the hospital, Yang Prison had already noticed the aura that was much stronger than before.
He has become stronger.
Yang Yu's eyes moved slightly, is it the Greedy Wolf Dao Fruit?
"Commander Fang, the general wants to see you!"
Not long after, several soldiers came in a hurry.
Yang Yu tidied up casually, then went out and sent Li Eryi away. He no longer had any worries or fears.
Whoosh!
In front of the stone chamber, a majestic body stood with his hands behind his back, looking beyond the towering pass. At a certain moment, he slowly stretched out his hand and caught the falling snowflakes with his broad palm:
"It's very sad to think about the days outside the pass with such heavy snow. Those wolf cubs and elephant trunks are probably ready to make another move."
Yang Yu stood not far away, sizing up Fang Zhenghao after he came out of confinement.
Before the seclusion, Fang Zhenghao was seriously injured and was about to die. He wanted to take a risk and refine the Dao Fruit. Now it seems that he succeeded.
Regardless of what his magical power is, this aura alone is much stronger than before.
Even though there is no gun in his hand, his sharpness is even better.
"When I was young, my Fang family was a big family in Baizhou. Although it was not top-notch, it was still top-notch. At that time, my nine brothers and I, the favorite thing among the brothers in the family was that every autumn, the boys from outside the customs came to hunt grass and grain.
…“
Fang Zhenghao said calmly:
"It's a pity that such a scene has not been seen for nearly 30 years since I took charge of Lanshan Pass."
"The merit lies in Sheji."
Yang Prison nodded.
From a certain point of view, the three heroes of Long Yuan are worthy of the name of the Three Heroes, whether they are Wei Zhengxian, Lin Qitian, or Fang Zhenghao in front of him.
The three people lived up to their promise and continued to fight fiercely against the aliens for thirty years, fulfilling their duties.
"In the past thirty years, there have been hundreds of major and minor battles. Not to mention my brother Baizhou, even I, the general, have narrowly escaped death several times.
But what is waiting is not reward or promotion, but suspicion, but teasing and ridicule from the big shots in the capital of God..."
The remaining warmth in his palms melted the snowflakes, and Fang Zhenghao slowly turned around:
"Lin Qitian once asked me why I wanted to rebel. In fact, it is very simple. I feel that brothers like me are more worthy of sleeping in the imperial mausoleum than the trash on the dragon chair!"
As he said this, a cold wave seemed to come suddenly, and Fang Zhenghao's eyes became extremely sharp:
"What do you think? Yang, prison!"
"Yes, in comparison, it is indeed more suitable."
Yang Prison nodded.
He did not ask Fang Zhenghao where he saw the flaw and recognized himself, because that was not important.
on the contrary….
"Since you recognize me, why not take action?"
"You can do it at any time."
Fang Zhenghao made no secret of it. When he was in the military camp, his aura was much stronger than before:
"Xue Dilong, this message tells me your information and also gives me instructions on how to deal with you.
"Xue Dilong?"
Yang Yu was a little surprised, but not surprised either.
"In just over a year, you were able to climb the Mountain and River Ranking, defeat Duan Qilong, and Meng Hanguang. Such an advance really makes me moved...
Fang Zhenghao's expression changed, he was surprised, but also seemed to have a hint of admiration:
"Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that even if I refine the 'Greedy Wolf', I only have a 30% chance of defeating you."
Yang Prison listened and couldn't help but shook his head: "It may not be 30%."
Today's Fang Zhenghao is not the same as before, but he is also not the same Yang Prison who needed Lin Qitian's help to fight back the enemy.
"You're confident."
Fang Zhenghao was silent for a moment and then said:
"It's a pity that you have underestimated the court and you have underestimated me. In terms of martial arts, I may be inferior to you at this time, but I am not a martial artist.
Rather, he is a general in the army!"
call!
As the words echoed, Fang Zhenghao's broad sleeves moved wildly, and a strong iron-blooded aura rushed towards his face, domineering and ferocious.
Yang Yu stood in the wind and snow, his expression unchanged, he did not shy away or give in, tit for tat: "It won't make any difference."
"Ha~"
Fang Zhenghao twitched the corner of his mouth, surprisingly not angry, and then revealed the secret of ‘Sha Po Lang’:
"The Greedy Wolf that I got came from the old demon of Black Mountain. Mr. Yan Dong, or in other words, the Pojun that you got, also came from that old demon.
The same is true for Ma Longtu's seven kills."
"Sha Po Lang..."
Yang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. He had also speculated on this information, but he was a little surprised that Fang Zhenghao would say this.
"The old demon made an appointment to fight with the prince in order to break through the cage. It splits to kill the wolf, so naturally it is the same...
"so?"
"So, Xue Dilong wants me to join forces with Ma Longtu to go to Yanzhou to kill you!"
Fang Zhenghao said coldly.
"Why not?"
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows.
"Xue Dilong is a traitor!"
Fang Zhenghao's big sleeves were filled with air, and a flash of madness flashed between his brows:
"He doesn't understand the border troops, and he underestimates me, Fang Zhenghao!"
The wind was blowing hard and the snow was drifting.
"I am about eighty this year, and I have been fighting with the bastards outside the customs for more than seventy years! My nine brothers all died outside the customs.
Do you still want me to join forces with them?"
Fang Zhenghao's face flashed with coldness and ridicule:
"You deserve to be killed, but those wolf cubs deserve to be killed in a thousand cuts!"
The words echoed, and there was a sound when they landed. The expressions of many generals who came to inquire from a distance changed, and Yang Yu's eyes also changed.
"I underestimated you too."
"Kill the wolf, and a certain family will win."
The air flow subsided, the sleeves and robes calmed down, Fang Zhenghao's eyes were indifferent:
"If you defeat him, I will kill you again! If you are defeated, there is no need to thank me for avenging you!"
call!
The cold wind blew by, and Yang Yu nodded. After leaving the living dead body, only his voice echoed: