Above the canal, Tang Wanzhuang was sitting in the cabin reading a book. Suddenly, she looked up at the golden words in the sky. Her tranquil expression unconsciously became a little sad, and then became complicated.
The so-called reading, there was a piece of letter paper spread out on the book, on which was the Langya Sword Discussion Report that the subordinates mentioned yesterday.
The report was much more complete and detailed than what the subordinates said, including the process of Xia Chichi and Cui Yuanyang's battle, with analysis: "It is suspected that they were fighting for the treasure for Zhao Changhe", "It is suspected that they were jealous of each other", and the evaluation: "They are both rare talents in a century, not inferior to Yue Hongling."
I also didn’t miss what Zhao Changhe said: “If it’s so that some people can cough less, then it’s worth it.”
Of course, no one dares to add any analysis or comment to this sentence.
Tang Wanzhuang's face turned slightly red and she curled her lips, but her eyes were still fixed on this sentence and did not move away for a long time.
He did it... In order to make some people cough less, he despised the kings and princes and chopped off the list of people with a knife. He had already relaxed his pace without any survival pressure, but he offended two super powers in the north and south overnight. Trouble will surely follow, and it will be more thrilling than when he first left Beimang.
But Tang Wanzhuang knew that he didn't care, and might be drinking and singing happily.
She also knew that whether it was the Yangzhou Incident, the Gusu Situation, the beheading of Fasheng in front of the village, or the killing of Faqing by the Wang family, it would be a bit exaggerated to say that such a huge force as the Maitreya Sect was almost messed up by Zhao Changhe alone, but it was not without reason.
Faqing was a high-end fighter. How many people could a Maitreya sect have on the list? The death of this one would be a serious loss to the sect. In fact, this was a small matter. Yangzhou was the bridgehead of Jiangbei, Gusu was the stronghold of the Tang family, and Fasheng was a general who knew military affairs. Their importance could rise to the strategic level, and they were all gone.
The original Maitreya uprising was very similar to the Yellow Turbans recorded in the history of the era. If it swept across the south of the Yangtze River and the imperial court was powerless, it would have to rely on the local gentry to spontaneously suppress the bandits. For example, the current Tang family is already very similar to this. If things continue to develop, many heroes will take advantage of the situation and rise up with their own troops.
If Maitreya was destined to be the forerunner of the king, then Zhao Changhe's actions brought their failure much earlier. Before the local military forces had even had time to rise up, the Maitreya Sect might have been suppressed in advance, and the chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty might not have taken shape.
He said he had no intention of ruling the world, but what he was doing was moving in that direction.
Whether it's for the people or for... her, Tang Wanzhuang.
"Someone come here." She suddenly spoke.
Holding the zither in his arms, he stood timidly beside her: "Miss, I'm here."
"Spread my secret order to all the states and counties. Wherever Zhao Changhe passes, they must obey orders and protect his safety at all costs."
"this… "
"Why? Do you think he likes it?" Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "He probably prefers the excitement and tension now, riding a horse across the desert, commanding the world, and maybe even with Hongzhuang by his side... Why would he want us to get in the way?"
Baoqin muttered: "Why are we still going to kiss someone's butt? Especially the so-called red makeup, Miss you..."
"This is not for him, but for the world. Go."
Baoqin curled her lips and went out of the cabin to pass the message. Tang Wanzhuang stood up, walked to the window, looked at the river flowing quietly, and was speechless for a long time.
Look at the ferry where the sand is washed, and see how many people are ferried across it.
… …
"Swoosh!" A sword light appeared from the side of the road and flew towards him.
Less than ten miles away from Wang's house, the assassination attempt arrived.
This style is obviously the old friend Tingxue Tower.
This shows that the Wang family had already contacted Tingxue Tower two or three days ago, and had originally planned to ambush Zhao Changhe when he left, but now they happened to be in luck.
Even Cui Yuanyang knew to ask Zhao Changhe to follow her convoy when he left, but the situation changed suddenly and she had no choice but to ride out of the city like this, making it difficult to conceal her whereabouts, and she was destined to face a thorny journey.
But Zhao Changhe was not surprised but delighted, he laughed: "I don't know why, I actually missed you guys a little bit."
Swordsman: “…”
"Clang!" The dragon bird was unsheathed and chopped on the sword light, deflecting the sword's force slightly.
The swordsman brushed past him and was knocked off balance by the huge force, rolling on the ground, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat.
The book on the chaotic world was not clear, with sieges and sneak attacks, and they did not take the "killer list" as Zhao Changhe's strength. Because according to the information handed to them by the Wang family, Zhao Changhe was at the fifth level of the Xuanguan...
Fifth level, oh my god, fifth level!
This is clearly the sixth level of the external family and the fifth level of the internal family! Moreover, even this fifth level of the internal family feels almost the sixth level, and once again keeps up with the strength of his internal and external dual cultivation. With Zhao Changhe's actual combat level and understanding of martial arts, as long as he does not encounter the same heroes as those on the Hidden Dragon List, it will not be a problem for him to fight against the general seventh level, and he may even dare to touch the eighth level.
No wonder he can top the human list. To be frank, the last one on the human list is only at the ninth level of the Xuanguan realm, and he no longer has the ability to crush others in an instant.
This guy has been hanging around under your Wang family's nose for so long, and you're still giving us outdated information!
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" Seven or eight men in black gathered on the left and right sides of the road, blocking Zhao Changhe's way with serious expressions.
Zhao Changhe did not dismount, but shook his head and laughed, "As expected, I was at level five, but a group of level six and seven came. That's why I miss you guys so much. You can't keep up with the version. It's a pity to lose such a good sandbag. Go back and tell your host to send an level eight player to play next time, hahahaha..."
The assassins had blank expressions on their faces. Nonsense, who doesn't assign tasks this way? Do you want to kill a Level 3 or 4 master on the Human Ranking? What's the point of having other people? What's the point of having masters on the Human Ranking? Every time, they choose a level or two higher and send multiple people out, disguising themselves and hunting, and they use every possible means. Under normal circumstances, the task completion rate is basically 100%. How many perverts like you can there be!
Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Hey, come to think of it, I wanted to talk to you about this. The assassination attempt on me failed and many people died. How do you, as an assassination organization, deal with this? Will you avenge them? Or just accept the defeat?"
The leading assassin was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Mission failed, no matter the grudge. If the assassination organization falls into endless hatred, it will degenerate and may even lead to the collapse of the organization." "No wonder." Zhao Changhe clicked his tongue twice: "But you shouldn't tell me that, what if I have no pressure to kill you?"
The leader's face showed a little anger, and he said coldly: "You can tell us first if you can really kill us."
"Of course, I only have the confidence to break through. I definitely can't kill you all by myself, but I'm not alone."
Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed from behind, and Yuan Xing came running over: "Young Master Zhao, please stay."
Assassin leader: "..."
Zhao Changhe looked back and said with a smile: "Master, shouldn't you be drinking tea at Wang's house?"
Yuan Xing shook his head: "The performance of the Wang family... is not the same as ours. Young Master Zhao has done a great favor to our Huayan Temple this time, so I came here to thank you and escort you."
The assassin leader said bluntly: "Retreat."
A group of black-clad assassins disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Who is crazy enough to challenge the people at the ninth level of Xuanguan? We are assassins, not the suicide squad.
I'd better report back to the original poster and see if they really want to send a gold medal assassin... As for this mission with the surname Zhao, it seems that ordinary people can't take it.
Zhao Changhe put his hands on the awning and looked into the distance: "Their Qinggong is quite good. If they hadn't learned how to walk on water, I would have wanted to learn from them."
He stopped riding and saluted: "Thank you for your help, Master."
"I don't think you are afraid of them at all. It's me who is meddling in other people's affairs."
“No, no, I’m just waiting for the master.” Zhao Changhe thought to himself that I’m actually waiting for Suzaku… But you guys didn’t care about the Wang family chasing us, which made me look at you with a higher opinion. It seems that Buddhism in this world is okay
"Before I came out, I had a brief conversation with the benefactor Situ. He said that Young Master Zhao wanted to find a method to strengthen his body, or a method to release the Qi wall?"
Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes. Master's Golden Bell Cover..."
"The Golden Bell Cover cannot be passed on to outsiders, but I do have some information that Young Master Zhao wants."
"oh?"
"Young Master Zhao must have just used some kind of treasure on his body, and the aura has not yet dissipated. I have seen a similar aura before and wanted to explore it, but gave up for other reasons."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.
In other words, the sea mud really exists somewhere on land! Maybe we can find something more important
Regardless of whether it can continue to be beneficial to the meridians, it is definitely right to exercise the body!
As expected, good deeds will always be rewarded. Zhao Changhe clasped his fists and bowed: "To be honest, Master, I really need this thing. Please tell me where to get it."
Yuan Xing sighed, "It was easy before, but it's a bit troublesome now, because in the continuous snow-capped mountains north of the grassland, one of the peaks was discovered by accident when I was traveling a few years ago. But now that the war is going on, young man, don't be impatient, you can go after the truce."
He handed over a piece of his monk's robe and said, "This is the identification map I left for myself at that time. I am giving it to you now."
Zhao Changhe bowed again: "Thank you, Master."
Yuan Xing put his palms together and responded: "The donor has great compassion and is a true Buddha. You can come to Huayan Temple in the future and stay with us. We should get close to you."
After saying this, he greeted the monks behind him and left without saying anything more.
Zhao Changhe watched the monks leave and suddenly asked, "If Master Yuanxing hadn't arrived in time, would His Holiness have taken action?"
There was silence all around, and no response from Suzaku.
Zhao Changhe was a little puzzled. Was Suzaku not going to follow him
Little did they know that in the forest less than three miles away, Wang Daozhong was retreating quickly with his head covered with lumps: "Venerable Suzaku, our two families have already formed an alliance, and the past should be put behind us. Why are you attacking me again?"
Zhuque said lazily: "When I see you, I think of the devil who once scolded me for being vindictive. He asked me to wait, so I can't help but feel itchy... This is a personal grudge between you and me, it shouldn't affect the friendship between our allies, right?"
Wang Daozhong almost vomited blood and vowed never to reason with a woman again.
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PS: Please forgive me for wanting to recommend a book in the main text today. The author of "Revisiting the Police Journey 1993", Hongchen Teahouse Storyteller, passed away last month, and the author of "Police Lu Ling", Fengyi Tianya, heard the news and decided to finish writing the book for him.
There is no need to question or praise. In my opinion, this is a good story that can go into the history of online literature. It is also like the red feathers of the setting sun reflecting the evening glow. The afterglow of the rivers and lakes is here.
The link to the work is in the author's statement.
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