The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 221

  Chapter 221 One drink and one peck, could it be predetermined

  On the canal, Tang Wanzhuang was sitting in the cabin reading, and suddenly looked up at the golden letters in the sky.

  The so-called reading, there is a piece of letter paper spread out on the book, on which is the report of Langya Lunjian that the subordinate said yesterday.

The report is much more complete and detailed than what the subordinates said, including the process of Xia Chichi and Cui Yuanyang's battle, with analysis: "Suspected to fight for treasure for Zhao Changhe", "Suspected to be jealous of the wind", and evaluation: "Both talents that are rare in a century, Not inferior to Yue Hongling."

   Didn't miss Zhao Changhe's sentence, “For some people to cough less, it's worth it.”

   Of course, no one dares to add analysis and evaluation to this sentence.

  Tang Wanzhuang blushed slightly, curled her lips, but her gaze was still on this sentence, and she didn't move away for a long time.

  He did it... In order to make some people cough less, despise princes and slash people's lists. Originally, he had no pressure to survive, and he had offended the two superpowers in the north and the south overnight. Troubles were bound to follow, and he was even more frightened than when he first came out of Beimang.

  But Tang Wanzhuang knew that he didn't care, but he might be drinking and singing, full of comfort.

She also knows that whether it is the change in Yangzhou, the situation in Gusu, or the killing of Fasheng in front of the village, and the punishment of Faqing in the Wang family, if it is said that such a huge force of the Maitreya Sect was almost messed up by Zhao Changhe, it would be a little bit easier to say. Exaggerated, but not without reason.

  Faqing is a high-end combat force. How many people can a Maitreya sect have on the list, and the death of this one will seriously hurt their vitality. In fact, this is still a trivial matter. Yangzhou is the bridgehead in Jiangbei, Gusu is the important place of the Tang family, and Fasheng is a general who knows the soldiers. The importance of each of them can be raised to the strategic level, and they are all gone.

The original Maitreya incident was very similar to the Yellow Turban recorded in the history of the era. If it swept across the south of the Yangtze River and the court was weak, it would definitely rely on the gentry from all over the country to suppress the bandits spontaneously. For example, the Tang family now has such a look. Each supports troops.

If it is said that Maitreya is only the destiny of being the king's predecessor, then Zhao Changhe's actions have brought their failure much earlier. The local military forces in various places have not even had time to take advantage of this to rise, and the Maitreya religion is likely to be brought down in advance. Can be molded.

  He said that he has no intention of going to the world, but what he is doing is walking in this direction.

  Whether it's for the common people, or... her Tang Wanzhuang.

   "Come here." She said suddenly.

  Holding Qin in her arms, she stood beside her timidly: "Miss, I'm here."

   "Spread my secret order to all the states and counties. Wherever Zhao Changhe passes, he will listen to his orders and protect his safety at all costs."

"this…"

   "What? Do you think he likes it?" Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "I'm afraid he prefers the excitement and tension now, riding horses and sands, smashing the world, and maybe accompanied by red makeup...Why do you want us to get in the way?"

  Hold the piano and mutter: "Then we still put on cold butts? Especially the so-called red makeup, miss you..."

   "This is not for him, but for the world. Go."

  Holding the piano and curling her lips, Tang Wanzhuang got up and went out of the cabin to pass the order. Tang Wanzhuang stood up, walked to the window, watched the river flowing quietly, and was speechless for a long time.

  Look at the sand washing place at the ferry, how many people are there in the world.

   "Whoosh!" Jian Guang rose from the side of the road and stabbed towards him.

   Less than ten miles away from Wang's house, the assassination has arrived.

  This style looks like an old friend Tingxuelou.

   It can be seen that the Wang family had already contacted Tingxuelou two or three days ago, and they had planned to ambush Zhao Changhe when he left, but now it was a coincidence.

  Even Cui Yuanyang knew to ask Zhao Changhe to go with her convoy when she left, but suddenly, she could only ride out of the city like this, and her tracks were hard to hide, doomed to thorns along the way.

  But Zhao Changhe was not surprised but delighted, and laughed loudly: "I don't know why, but I actually miss you a little bit."

  Swordsman: "..."

   "Choke!" The dragon bird came out of its sheath and struck on the sword light, taking the sword's momentum a little.

  The swordsman passed by, and was rolled on the ground by Juli, suddenly dripping with cold sweat.

  The book of troubled times didn't make it clear, it was a siege and a sneak attack, they didn't take the "killing list" as much as how strong Zhao Changhe himself was. Because in the information passed to them by the Wang family, Zhao Changhe is the fifth level of the entrance...

  Fivefold, mother, fivefold!

   This is clearly the sixth level of the outer family and the fifth level of the inner family! And even this inner family's 5th level feels like it's almost 6th level, once again keeping up with the intensity of his internal and external dual cultivation. Based on Zhao Changhe's actual combat level and understanding of martial arts, as long as he doesn't meet the same hero on the Qianlong list, it is not a big problem to leapfrog the general seven-fold, and maybe he will dare to touch the eight-fold.

   No wonder he was able to cut the list of people. To put it bluntly, the bottom of the list of people is the ninth level of the entrance, which no longer has the crushing performance of the spike level.

   This guy has been hanging around under the noses of your Wang family for so long, and you still give us backward information!

   "Whoosh, whoosh!" Seven or eight men in black surrounded the left and right roads, blocking Zhao Changhe's way solemnly.

Zhao Changhe didn't get off his horse, shook his head and said with a smile: "As expected, I thought I was five weights, and a group of six and seven weights came. So I miss you very much. I can't keep up with the version every time. What a good sandbag. It's a pity. Go back and tell your landlord, next time send a Yae to play hahahaha..."

  The assassins were expressionless. Nonsense, who is not assigned such a mission? Is it possible to kill a person with three or four layers of porch and send a personal list? Then why do you need other people? Why are the masters on the list doing nothing? Every time you choose one or two levels higher, and there are many people dispatched, disguised and hunted to do everything, under normal circumstances, the task completion rate is basically 100%, how many perverts like you can have!

Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "Hey, I still want to chat with you. I failed to assassinate me before, and many people died. As an assassin organization, how do you calculate such a thing? Will you avenge them? Or Is that how you admit it?"

The assassin headed by    was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Mission failure does not count hatred. If the assassin organization falls into endless hatred, it will deteriorate, and may even lead to the collapse of the organization."

   "No wonder." Zhao Changhe tutted twice: "But you shouldn't tell me that, what should I do if I don't feel pressured to kill you?"

  The leader had a bit of anger on his face, and said coldly: "Let's talk about it if you really can kill us."

   "Of course, I only have the confidence to break through, saying that I can't kill you all alone, but I'm not the only one."

   Before the words fell, a golden light flashed behind him, and Yuan Xing galloped over: "Zhao Shaoxia stay."

  Assassin leader: "..."

  Zhao Changhe looked back and said with a smile: "Shouldn't the master drink tea at Wang's house?"

  Yuan Xing shook his head: "The performance of the Wang family...is nothing like us. Zhao Shaoxia has done a great favor to Huayan Temple this time, so he is here to express his gratitude and **** the young hero."

  The leader of the assassins was straightforward: "Withdraw."

  A group of black-clothed assassins disappeared without a trace in an instant.

  Whoever is sick comes to fight with the characters of Xuanguan Jiuzhong, everyone is an assassin, not a death squad.

   Still report back to the host to see if it is really necessary to send a gold-medal assassin... Regarding the mission surnamed Zhao, ordinary people seem to be really unable to accept it.

  Zhao Changhe set up the awning with his hands, and looked far away: "Their lightness kung fu is quite good. If they didn't learn to tread water Lingbo, I would like to learn from them."

   Saying that he no longer pretended to be on a horse, he dismounted and saluted: "Thank you, master, for your help."

   "I don't think the benefactor is afraid of them at all. On the contrary, the old monk is troublesome."

   "Where there is, just wait for the master." Zhao Changhe secretly thought that what I was waiting for was actually Suzaku... But you will chase it out regardless of the Wang family, but let me take a high look. Normal Buddhism seems to be okay in this world?

   "Before I came out, I had a brief conversation with Master Situ. He said that Zhao Shaoxia wanted to find a method of body training, or a method of releasing the Qi wall?"

  Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes. The golden bell cover of the master..."

   "The Golden Bell Shade cannot be passed on, but I do have some information that Zhao Shaoxia wants."

"oh?"

   "Zhao Shaoxia should have just applied some kind of treasure on his body, and the aura has not dissipated. I have seen a similar aura before. I wanted to explore it at that time, but gave up for other reasons."

  Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.

   That is, the sea mud really exists somewhere on land! Maybe you can find something more core?

   Regardless of whether it can continue to benefit the meridians, in short, it is definitely right to exercise!

   Sure enough, good deeds will always be rewarded. Zhao Changhe cupped his fists and bowed: "To tell you the truth, Master, Zhao needs this thing very much. Please guide me."

Yuan Xing sighed: "It was easy to say before, but now it is a bit troublesome, because in the continuous snow-capped mountains to the north of the grassland, one of the peaks was accidentally discovered by the old man when he was traveling a few years ago. But now when the battle is fought, Don't be in a hurry, young hero, you can go after the truce."

   As he spoke, he handed over a fragment of a monk's robe: "This is the identification picture left by the old monk himself at that time, and now it is given to the young man."

  Zhao Changhe saluted again: "Thank you, Master."

  The roundness of ten rounds: "The donor has great compassion and is a true Buddha. In the future, you can come to Huayan Temple to hang around and get closer."

   After greeting the monks behind him, he left without saying much.

  Zhao Changhe watched the monks leave, and suddenly said: "If Master Yuanxing didn't arrive in time just now, would His Holiness make a move?"

  The surrounding area was silent, and there was no response from Suzaku.

  Zhao Changhe was a little puzzled, did Suzaku stop following?

   Unexpectedly, in the forest less than three miles away, Wang Daozhong quickly retreated with his head full of sacks: "Honor Suzaku, your two families have already formed an alliance. It's time to turn over the past. How can you hit me again?"

   Suzaku lazily said: "Seeing you, I think of the devil who once scolded me for vengeance and told me to wait. It's inevitable that I feel a little itchy... This is a personal grudge between you and me, so it shouldn't affect the friendship of allies?"

  Wang Daozhong almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and vowed never to reason with women again.

PS: Please forgive me for wanting to post a book in the main text today. The storyteller in Hongchen Teahouse, the author of "Returning to the Police 1993", passed away last month. After hearing the news, Fengyi Tianya, the author of "Police Luling", 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 enter the annals of Internet literature. Isn't this the setting sun and the red feathers reflecting the sunset, and the afterglow of the rivers and lakes is here.

  The link to the work is in the author's statement.

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