At the beginning, Wang Chongyang wanted to fight against gold, but in the end, the Jin Kingdom and later the Mongols were attracted by the incompetence of the Southern Song Dynasty. All of his Quanzhen Sects all took refuge in the Kingdom of Jin and decades later. Mongolia. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.
It's a pity that he is still very busy at the moment, otherwise he can go to the door now and discuss a collusion with Wang Chongyang to form a party-like religion to consolidate his own political power in the future.
Ready to set off, the two groups of people gathered together. At this time, Zhuang Dashi and Xiao Shanhe glanced at each other, looking at each other with a look of staring at each other when they saw the men and horses under the king of letter Zhao Zhen. But in the end it was Xiao Shanhe, the guardian of Mingjiao who couldn't help but ask: "Young Master Zhao Zhen, who are these?" He pointed to the twelve swordsmen wearing light armor next to Wang Zhao Zhen. God is here, the whole hotel. They are all under the close surveillance of their locals, and the news from the various secret posts has only been checked in by ordinary guests from three days ago to today
But these guys with simple swords, long spears, round shields on their arms, horned helmets on their heads, and sharp blades don't look like ordinary guests, right? Where did they come from again
The letter king Zhao Zhen obviously did not understand Xiao Shanhe's inner entanglement at the moment. He shrugged and smiled: "They are my people. I remember I mentioned to you that they are the guards I invited. Uh... from a far away place. , You know, as a businessman, he always travels from place to place. Please don’t mind them.” He smiled as if there was a real thing.
But Ji Qianqian and Luo Yue'er both glanced at him. Luo Yueer’s mind is active. After all, she is a businessman who travels north and south. She has long suspected where the subordinates such as Xinwang Zhaozhen come from. Although she knows Xinwang Zhaozhen has a strong team in her hands, this team is magical and powerful. Up.
There is also Wang Zhiyi. Although Xin Wang Zhao Zhen told them that Wang Zhiyi had returned to Sichuan and Shu beforehand, she always felt that something was wrong. But this kind of suspicion can only be buried in the heart, it is impossible to question his man.
As a woman who believes in Wang Zhao Zhen, she is still confused, let alone Xiao Shanhe and Zhuang Dashi. These two great figures in Mingjiao are both well-informed characters, but they are a bit confused. Because He Zi was escaping, the secret whistle they set up were at least expert level, but they were sneaked in by those who didn't look like martial arts masters.
Xiao Shanhe couldn't help frowning, and suddenly made a triple jump in his heart for the evaluation of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, which became a little mysterious and unpredictable. "So, Master Xiao Shanhe, can we set off?" Xin Wang Zhao Zhen asked.
"Of course." Xiao Shanhe nodded with difficulty. I was determined in my heart to put the team of Xinwang Zhaozhen in the center of the team and monitor them so as not to cause any trouble.
This time he betrayed Yang Yao and voted for the leftist saint Zhang Yuanzheng. He was full of confidence at first, but at the moment he was a little bit embarrassed. A Xinwang Zhao Zhen who is outstanding in swordsmanship and possesses the strength close to that of a great master, and twelve master swordsmen with high strength, he feels a headache when he thinks about it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at Zhuang Dashi, and complained a little: "Old man, this is the result of your investigation?" He couldn't help but verbally ask. Zhuang Dashi shrugged.
Xiao Shanhe asked him to investigate the servants and guards mentioned in the mouth of the letter king Zhao Zhen, but there were no clues after two days. Unexpectedly, these twelve large living people suddenly appeared today. Although he doesn't seem to want to be a'martial master', even he himself doesn't believe this statement. He looked at those swordsmen with weird attire, unlike those in martial arts who were still wearing light armor, and he believed that the opponent must be a master.
What is this, is it a big change? This Mingjiao protector couldn't help rolling his eyes.
In the era of cold weapons, a war is often more cruel. Fighting face to face with the cruising pair of gazes, the battle is a terrifying Shura field, and the sharp blade inserted into the body, letting the blood splash. The dying man struggled hard, staring at the last sight he could see with mournful eyes. It should be a cruel picture that gradually becomes bleak and still stays still.
Looking ahead, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen remembered that he had his first real battle in the past Jin-Song wars. The battle retreated because of his own mouth and the three-way man pulling the branches. The whole war was funny and ridiculous.
Thinking of this, Xinwang Zhao Zhen couldn't help but look at Xiao Shanhe and Zhuang Dashi. Both Xiao Shanhe and Zhuang Dashi had their faces sullen. They were forced to let Xin Wang Zhao Zhen see the team of archers under them. This was just a deterrent.
The fifteen members of Xinwang Zhaozhen in the center of the team were like a time bomb, leaving them like a man on their backs, but he was even more unlikely to put them in front or behind, because that would be more dangerous.
Of course, if there is a choice, Xiao Shanhe will definitely choose to directly throw the letter king Zhao Zhen out. In fact, Zhuang Dashi had given him such a gesture more than once.
But Xiao Shanhe shook his head in the end. Although as the rebels of Mingjiao people, their past is not necessarily so glorious. But he and Zhuang Dashi actually both understood that their personal credibility should not be tarnished, otherwise, it would be bad to give everyone the impression of being a leader and not believing. Moreover, this young Zhao Zhen is not easy to deal with.
The two Mingjiao protectors glanced at each other and thought of the young man He Zizai at the same time. "Why is Zizai still in town?" Xiao Shanhe asked.
Zhuang Dashi a little bit. "Forget it, let him go. Anyway, I didn't mean to force anyone." Xiao Shanhe shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "Unfortunately, we can't talk to him too much about who to turn to."
"He is also for your own good." Zhuang Dashi said. "He saw Yang Yao's weirdness, and knew that Yang Yao had colluded with the golden man. But he didn't understand that we knew it a long time ago. Yang Yao was calculating us. How could that idiot know that we are also calculating. He." Xiao Shanhe tilted his head disdainfully and said: "But the real trouble now is not that guy's person, but the young man in the team. I have now determined that he and Yang Yao are not the same. Because. This young man is not a master Yang Yao can gather. However, I am still very worried."
"This is really a joke, we have caused ourselves a big trouble, do you understand." Xiao Shanhe laughed at himself. Zhuang Dashi felt the same way.
But the letter Wang Zhao Zhen didn't understand how much trouble his arrival caused to the two Mingjiao figures. There were about 70 people in their line, and they went straight to the silver road to the west.
At this moment, he was riding a horse, but he was thinking about another thing. What did Xin Wang Zhao Zhen think of? It seems that this group of people is not in the Xin Wang army, but who else in Sichuan and Shu will take them in this group of people who have betrayed Yang Yao
The letter king Zhao Zhen raised her head and felt that the surrounding mountains and forests seemed to be stained with a strange color. It turned out to be just a simple way to gather people's hearts, but now it seems that there is something wrong.
Logically speaking, among Xiao Shanhe's subordinates, he saw more than 100 members of Mingjiao, and most of them were masters. For such a team, even if you come to a few hundred officers and soldiers, you may not defeat them. But they walked on this road, still full of vigilance, there must be something wrong with it.
The letter king Zhao Zhen just took a soft breath and heard Ji Qianqian asking from behind: "Why do you arrange people there? This is not normal." "What do you know, little girl." This was Song Yishui's voice.
The letter king Zhao Zhen turned around and saw the face of the young Song Yishui covered with frost. The next thing that came into his field of vision were more than a dozen Mingjiao clergymen carrying swords behind them, and at first glance they were all with better skills.
"What's the matter?" He pulled the rein to slow the horse down, as he asked. "Those who are obviously masters, don't they make it if they are placed in front to explore the way or behind to break? When placed behind us, they obviously still don't believe us."
The letter king Zhao Zhen glanced behind him, and suddenly there was a hint of enlightenment. He smiled and said: "It's normal to not believe us." At this time, Luo Yue'er was silent instead, apparently taking no surprises at all of this. Walking north and south, she naturally knows that the world is full of deception and defense. This is normal. Only young girls who have not yet entered the world would ask such questions.
"But." The question caused the young Song Yishui to snorted dissatisfiedly.
The letter king Zhao Zhen glanced at this guy and asked: "Then what do you mean by putting these swordsmen behind us?" "It has nothing to do with you." Song Yishui replied cleanly.
"Master Zhao, it's like this. They walked too slowly." On the contrary, I saw the thin young man pulling Song Yishui's sleeve on one side in the morning and replied, "Master Xiao Shanhe put them here. It is also to prevent emergencies and protect everyone's safety, not to believe you."
"It kills two birds with one stone, so it turns out." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen showed a clear look, but he did not forget to tease: "Compared to you, some of your companions are not very good at talking."
Song Yishui's face immediately turned cloudy, and he left without a word, leaving the thin letter Wang Zhao Zhen smiling bitterly there. "What to do?" At this time, Luo Yueer, who was carrying his abacus, suddenly came to the side of Xinwang Zhao Zhen and said.
"What to do? Cold food?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen said with a smile. "What?" Luo Yueer didn't quite understand the humor of Xinwang Zhao Zhen, she said strangely. "It's fine to adapt to the circumstances." Xinwang Zhao Zhen said this time seriously.
At this time, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen suddenly saw a guard next to him nodded to him, and then made a gesture. The letter king Zhao Zhen was a little surprised at once, Xiao Shanhe and Zhuang Dashi had already been spotted at this time.
He couldn't help but look at the people around him. Obviously, this group of people was really what he was looking for, separated from the Mingjiao team organized by Yang Yao. However, it is clear that this group of people are not relying on themselves, so their safety is of no importance to the believer Zhao Zhen.
It was just based on the gestures given to him by his subordinates just now, it was obvious that the Jinren also stared at Xiao Shanhe and others. What did the Jinren have in mind? After thinking for a while, he finally sighed, waved Luo Yueer and Ji Qianqian to greet him, and then said in a low voice: "Tell me the business. At night, your tent was tied up a little closer to me. Some. Don't take off your clothes outside, don't sleep too hard, understand?"
Ji Qianqian immediately glanced around alertly: "What's the matter?"
"I'll talk at that time." He turned his head and immediately saw the business lady nodding along his side, but with a nonchalant expression on her tender white face, it said clearly,'I didn't care about you kid at all. if'.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's eyes immediately narrowed and said, "Especially you, Luo Yue'er, you have been awake for me. Don't think that I don't know that you know that I'm by your side, so I slept very badly. In that case, no one called me. I have to wake you up. I really don't know how you came here in the past alone!"
"But if you overslept at that time, you would be bullied by bad guys. With you, don't be afraid!" Luo Yueer said naturally.
"With me now, it's the same as then." Xinwang Zhao Zhen replied irritably.
Hiding in the grass, watching the mysterious man chasing him, He Zi closed his mouth tightly, trying to keep himself silent. He had always known that his adoptive father Xiao Shanhe had left manpower in the town just to monitor him. It is better to say that it is surveillance than to take care of it. Apart from Zhuang Dashi and his adoptive father, Du Kun was the one who cared for him the most in the Swordsman Group, and was also his first swordsmanship teacher. He also knew that his adoptive father Xiao Shanhe had always known that he had always been hiding in the town, and even that he had secretly returned to the hotel, they should know this too.
Everyone was tacitly tasting, they still treated him as a child, as if He Zizai was always a little guy who needed other people's care.
But this time is different. Those guys will definitely not be Yang Yao's people, they are even more powerful and the methods more cruel. The group of people were tall and tall with scimitars one by one, and they were obviously not southerners.
"You can't let those guys find out. But Du Kun and the others are still outside. They are not the opponents of those guys. Those guys are devil who kills without blinking."
Seeing that his companion on the opposite side was clearly discovered by a powerful enemy, He Zi was struggling. He wanted to jump out several times to remind Du Kun, loudly asking them to turn around and leave immediately. Even if he knew that everything he did was useless, He Zi's feelings for Du Kun as a teacher and friend in his heart urged him to do it, but he understood that he had more important responsibilities.
Can't let those guys succeed. "Where is the young man you are chasing?" Du Kun said again. He Zi jumped in his heart.
"Hand over He Zi, we have all seen!" This was another younger voice, even more impatient.
He Zizai cursed in his heart, his hand couldn't help holding his sword tightly, and his whole body couldn't help shaking. Then he heard the familiar and terrifying laugh, the cold as if ice needles were piercing his back.
"Quack, quack, it turns out that you really belonged to him!" the man said in blunt Chinese.
Under the rolling hills, there is a small bonfire in the dark forest. At this time, the camp where a group of Mingjiao congregants under Xiao Shanhe were sleeping seemed to be sleeping in a wide cradle. The direction of the camp was silent, only the squally wind from the sky sneaked into the night, causing the trees in the forest to make a "crushing" noise.
At this time, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out like lightning, and the tall figure dragged the bloody corpse of a sentinel Mingjiao out of the woods. This young man in his twenties is considered to have better martial arts skills in Mingjiao, but now he has become a lifeless corpse.
The tall man straightened up and threw the corpse down casually. The corpse of the dead Mingjiao fell into a bush like a puppet, and the crackling of the branches stretched for seven or eight meters. However, it is too far away from Xiao Shanhe and his camp, and it is difficult for this sound to reach that far distance - especially on a windy night.
In the evening, Xiao Shanhe's men and horses chose this camp in a sheltered mountain col. The letter king Zhao Zhen suggested to Xiao Shanhe that it is better for them to be a little farther apart to avoid mutual suspicion.
Although his proposal surprised Xiao Shanhe and Zhuang Dashi slightly, they readily agreed. Believe King Zhao Zhen didn't trust them, so how could they trust Wang Zhao Zhen's subordinates at ease, so the two sides who were pregnant with ghosts reached a consensus.
However, Xiao Shanhe would never have expected that the letter king Zhao Zhen wanted to use this reason to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. The reason why they didn't get help from Xin Wang Zhao Zhen was that they cast the wrong master.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen got out of the tent, and the surrounding air was slightly cold. Although the area was immersed in the heat and high temperature throughout the long day, the temperature dropped sharply in the jungle canyon at night.
After getting out of the tent, Xinwang Zhao Zhen glanced left and right. The few shadowy figures in the distance could not escape his perception. The letter king Zhao Zhen has undergone super-professional training, and his strong perception is very talented for special masters. The training proved that he could hear the sound of the tip of a needle falling 100 meters away in the silent night.
He thought to himself, it seemed that Xiao Shanhe was only suspicious of them, and did not harbor any malice towards them as a group. No one was sent close to monitor them.
After confirming that there were no other people nearby, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen walked out cautiously. The letter king Zhao Zhen is now fully armed, wearing a breastplate, a leaf skirt on three sides, carrying all the necessary weapons and tools, dragging a backpack with one hand, and containing the necessary water and food.
Then he approached a tent not far away and patted the cloth. About a few seconds later, a curious voice came from inside, "Handsome Zhao Zhen?"
"Luo Yueer, why are you here?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen had a black line, and he repeatedly confirmed that this was indeed Ji Qianqian's tent.