"His Majesty, although Cao Min and others are called the'five brothers' by outsiders, they rarely make joint shots together. As for Brother Peng, Cao Min has never cooperated with him."
"Ao, the'big five masters' have a rare opportunity to cooperate," Zhu Youzhen said leisurely: "How does their martial arts compare to yours?"
Tang Cheng's gaze swept left and right: "His Majesty, Ling Feng and Yan Ran's martial arts are in the same position as the Caomin. As for Brother Peng, the martial arts are unfathomable, but the Caomin has no face."
Haven't seen what is unfathomable? Bloomberg's martial arts are just legends, legends are alluring and beautiful, and reality may be cruel regrets, "If you can use the power of the three of you, can you deal with Bloomberg?"
"The Caomin Committee really doesn't know," Tang Cheng shook his head, "but Caomin can give it a try."
"Okay, then you can try it here, I want to see your martial arts with my own eyes."
Fu Xiaojian has already drawn his sword in his hand: "You and the other four are listening, and you must not approach your Majesty within fifty steps."
"Yes." The four agreed.
Tang Cheng, Ling Feng, and Yan Ran are arranged in a fan shape in front of Bloomberg's wheelchair. The weapons of the three are different. Tang Cheng is a long sword, Ling Feng is a scimitar, and Yan Ran is a pair of Wu hooks.
Bloomberg slowly pulled out a dark brown crutch from behind the seat.
Suddenly, the three of them made moves in unison.
The long sword stabbed the chest, the scimitar beheaded the head, Wu Gou struck two places, one hook pointed to the ribs, the other hook was toward the legs in front of the wheelchair.
Bloomberg hurriedly swept the cane in front of him, the head of the cane slammed the sword, but the tail of the cane swung away a pair of Wu hooks.
The three of them stabilized their figures and jumped on again.
The space in front of Bloomberg's wheelchair was too small, but the three attacked and defensively, and they worked together without any chaos.
Bloomberg is one-on-three, and it does not show defeat. From time to time, it will attack with a stick.
Although the four of them are fast, but Zhu You has tried magic skills, but it is clear in his eyes, not as nervous as Fu Xiaojian, "Xiaojian, how does your martial arts compare to them?"
"Your Majesty, the martial arts of the minion is similar to that of Tang Cheng and the others. If they fight alone, the outcome is unpredictable. If they want to escape, the minion will definitely not be able to keep them." Fu Xiaojian didn't dare to look back, his eyes were tight. Staring at the four fighting in the field.
All four of them are in black clothes and their bodies are getting faster and faster. Apart from the light reflecting off the wheelchair and weapons, the guards can only see a few long black dragons tossing up and down.
After more than thirty strokes, Bloomberg gave a cry and slapped Ling Feng's scimitar at the tip of his stick, but suddenly turned with the force of the scimitar and hit Tang Cheng's wrist.
"Dang Cang", Tang Cheng was in pain, his fingers loosened, and the sword fell to the ground.
At the same time, the tail of the stick also turned away automatically, hitting Yan Ran's left hand, and Wu hook fell to the ground.
It turns out that Bloomberg’s cane can be folded and used as a three-section stick.
Yan Ran held back the sharp pain in his left hand, and when Bloomberg used his old tricks and couldn't replay it, Wu Gou with his right hand struggling to stroke Bloomberg's legs.
The wheelchair suddenly retracted, Wu Goucan hooked Bloomberg's black trousers.
With a "hiss", Bloomberg's black trousers were completely torn by Wu Gou, revealing the calf with as thin as an arm and completely atrophied...
Bloomberg is not pretending to be cool in a wheelchair.
Zhu Youjian was shocked, his muscles were so weak that he should have been completely necrotic, and even the gods could not heal him.
"Your Majesty, Caomin and others are incompetent. They defeated themselves with three enemies and one opponent." Tang Cheng's long sword was shot down. Although the wrist injury was not serious, for the samurai, the sword was released, which was a disastrous defeat. But losing to Bloomberg, he did not feel ashamed.
"Haha, I just looked at your martial arts, victory or defeat is not worth mentioning-Bloomberg, what's the matter with your legs?"
"My Majesty, Cao Min was harmed by his enemies in his early years and broke his legs." Bloomberg's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from his chest.
"Oh!" Zhu Youjian nodded, no wonder Bloomberg never sees outsiders, not even Tangcheng.
"Your Majesty." Bloomberg touched the ground with a crutches, leaned forward, bowed his head and leaned on the crutches to salute Zhu Youjian: "Caomin dare to ask your majesty."
"Request?" Zhu Youjian laughed: "What request? Isn't it asking me for an official?"
Bloomberg shook his head: "Cao Min is old and physically disabled, he has no hope of career."
"Then what do you want? Let's talk!"
"Cao Min has long heard that his majesty's martial arts has been in the realm, so... So Cao Min wants to see and see his majesty's martial arts, although he will die without regret!" Bloomberg kept his head down, and wearing a black felt hat, he could not see What's the expression on it.
"Bold." Fu Xiaojian pointed at Bloomberg, "Your Majesty's golden jade dragon body, is it something you can learn from?"
Zhu Youjian shook his hand to stop Fu Xiaojian. He doesn't know how far he has practiced martial arts. In front of a master like Bloomberg, Zhu Youzhen is also a little excited. It is best that Bloomberg can feed himself.
"Does Bloomberg want to compete with me?"
"Your Majesty's golden body, how dare the Caomin compete with your Majesty? The Caomin only hopes that your Majesty can give the Caomin one and a half strokes. Even if the Caomin dies at the hands of your Majesty, he will have no hatred.
"What do you mean? But you want to test your internal strength with me?"
"Your Majesty, no." Fu Xiaojian was anxious, competing for internal strength, often winning or losing in an instant. If Bloomberg's internal strength is stronger than Zhu Youjian, and he deliberately harms Zhu Youjian, then no one can save him.
Zhu Youzhen thought to himself that magical skills are taught by strangers, and should not be weaker than the best in the world, "Bloomberg, in order to reduce harm, we each use eight success powers, how about?"
Bloomberg still shook his head: "Your Majesty has a special status and must not be hurt. The Caomin is in a dying year, and he is embarrassed by a dark illness, and death is not a pity. Your Majesty should do his best, and the Caomin should use his strength.
Zhu Youjian has just seen Bloomberg's martial arts, far superior to Tang Cheng and others, so he no longer insists on a fair duel: "Okay, it's up to you."
"Your Majesty, no." Fu Xiaojian grabbed Zhu Youjian's wide cuffs, "Your Majesty bears the Ming and you must never commit personal risks."
"Xiaojian, I know my martial arts, besides, Bloomberg is actually living in seclusion and will not harm me."
Seeing that Zhu Youjian had decided, Fu Xiaojian had to let go, "Bloomberg, if you dare to hurt Your Majesty, I swear to thwart your bones and ashes, and all the people, regardless of age, will be slaughtered."
Bloomberg ignored Fu Xiaojian, but gave Zhu Youjian a hand: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for being able to trust the Caomin."
Zhu Youjian performed magic skills silently, guided in the body for a week, and then slowly walked towards Bloomberg, "Bloomberg, are you ready?"
"Your Majesty, Caomin is ready, please give me a move!" Bloomberg sat in a wheelchair and calmly watched Zhu Youjian walk in.
Zhu Youzhen squatted into a horse stance, his body was about the same height as Bloomberg, and then he concentrated his power on his right hand, struggling to shoot out with a palm.
Bloomberg also stretched out his right palm and greeted it forward.
"Boom."
There was a muffled noise, and everyone's ears rang.
Zhu Youxian was still in shape, still crouching into a horse stance, but retreated extremely fast along the ground, and the soles of his shoes grind out a large amount of powder from the ground bricks.
Fu Xiaojian took a leap and rushed up to support Zhu Youjian: "Your Majesty, how is it?"
"I'm okay, Bloomberg hasn't done his best." Zhu Youjian stood up slowly with a smile.
The iron wheelchair under Bloomberg's seat has completely fallen apart. His body has nowhere to bear any force, and it collapses on the scattered iron pieces, with a line of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
Tang Cheng walked over to help Bloomberg, Bloomberg waved his hand, Tang Cheng had to let him continue to lie in the wheelchair.
After about half a cup of tea, Bloomberg slowly got up, "The Caomin is doing his best, and he is not his Majesty's opponent."
Zhu Youjian waved his hand, and the guard sent Zhu Youjian's seat to Bloomberg to sit down, "Bloomberg, are you okay?"
"Thank your majesty for caring, the people are okay." Bloomberg wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves. "Your majesty's inner strength is strong and clear, which is rare in the world, and your majesty is so young that the Caomin really can't guess, where is your majesty? "
"It's really inconvenient to say that I learned from my teacher." Zhu Youjian bowed his hands like a samurai, apologizing.
Bloomberg slowly nodded, "In any case, Caomin has seen His Majesty's martial arts, and this life is not in vain."
"Mr. What's your plan in the future-Jin Yiwei has been rectified and is no longer suitable for Mr.". Zhu Youjian has a feeling of sympathy for Bloomberg.
"The grass-minded people will return to the mountains and forests." Bloomberg's eyes were determined, and he did not miss the current luxurious life in the slightest.
"It's a pity that Mr. Yi's martial arts returned to the mountains and forests." Zhu Youjian has already figured out a way out for Bloomberg.
"Your Majesty..."
Zhu Youjian whispered a few words to Bloomberg.
Bloomberg glanced at Zhu Youjian, "Caomin obeyed His Majesty's orders."
Zhu Youjian recommended to Bloomberg Zhou Wenqi.
The investigation class has been separated from the military academy and became an independent investigation academy. As more and more students graduated, Zhu Youjian established an investigative office specifically for foreign countries, and Zhou Wenqi served as the dean of the Institute of Investigation and Interrogation and the director of the investigative office.
At Zhu Youjian's sign, the four guards carried Bloomberg to the interrogation office.
"Ling Feng, Yan Ran, Jin Yiwei is also not suitable for you, what are your plans in the future?" Zhu Youjian turned to Ling Feng and Yan Ran.
"Your Majesty, we..."
"Are you still willing to serve the court?"
"We are willing." Ling Feng and Yan Ran only have martial arts, and they have no ability to make a living without their employers.
"This matter is a bit difficult, you think it over, you can reply to me tomorrow."
"Your Majesty, what is it?" The two didn't know why Zhu Youzhen was so solemn.
Zhu Youzhen spoke to the two ears separately.
Ling Feng and Yan Ran looked at each other and hesitated.
"You can make a decision tomorrow, but no matter what decision you make, what I said to you just now can only be known to one person. No matter to anyone, you can't divulge it."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ling Feng agreed, hesitating for a moment, "Your Majesty, I decided to go."
"It's decided so soon? I can't regret it in the future."
"The Caomin will never repent, and will never be entrusted by his majesty."
"Okay," Zhu Youjian whispered to Ling Feng: "You go to Zhou Wenqi to receive the necessary silver and two personnel, and then go to Xi'an to find a person named Li Xian."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ling Feng banged his head three times to Zhu Youjian, and then left without looking back.
"Your Majesty, Caomin also decided to go."
"Then you can report to Zhou Wenqi!"
Jin Yiwei's "Five Masters", now only Tang Cheng is left.
"Tang Cheng." Zhu Youjian's voice raised an octave.
Tang Cheng knelt in front of Zhu Youjian: "Your Majesty, the Caomin deserve to die! The Caomin does not ask your Majesty for forgiveness, but only asks your Majesty to give the Caomin a happy life."