Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 221: One drink and one peck, could it be a predetermined decision
Chapter 221 One drink and one peck, could it be a predetermined decision
Above the canal, Tang Wanzhuang was sitting in the cabin reading a book. Suddenly she raised her head and looked at the golden letters in the sky. Her indifferent expression unconsciously became a little sad, and then became complicated.
The so-called reading, there is a piece of letter paper spread out on the book, and it is the report on Langya Sword Theory mentioned by the subordinate yesterday.
The report was much more complete and detailed than what the subordinates said, including the process of Xia Chichi and Cui Yuanyang going to war, with analysis: "Suspected of fighting for treasures for Zhao Changhe", "Suspected of jealousy", and comments: "Both are rare in a century. His talent is no less than that of Yue Hongling."
I didn’t miss Zhao Changhe’s words, “It’s worth it if some people can cough less.”
Of course, no one dares to add analysis and evaluation to this sentence.
Tang Wanzhuang's face turned slightly red and she curled her lips, but her eyes still fell 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 princes and killed them with a knife. He had no pressure to survive and his pace had slowed down. He offended the two superpowers in the north and the south overnight. Trouble was bound to follow, and he was even more alarming than when he first came out of Beimang.
But Tang Wanzhuang knew that he didn't care. Instead, he was drinking and singing, feeling happy.
She knew better that whether it was the Yangzhou Incident, the Gusu Incident, the beheading of Fa Sheng in front of the village, or the execution of Fa Qing by the Wang family, if such a huge force as the Maitreya Sect was almost thrown into chaos by a single soldier from Zhao Changhe, This is a slight exaggeration, but it is not without reason.
Faqing has high-end combat power. One Maitreya Cult can have several people on the list. If one of them dies, his vitality will be severely damaged. In fact, this is still a trivial matter. Yangzhou is the bridgehead of Jiangbei, Suzhou is an important place of the Tang family, and Fasheng is a general who knows the military. The importance of each of them can be raised to the strategic level, and they are all gone.
It turns out that the Maitreya Rebellion 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 local nobles to spontaneously suppress the bandits. For example, the Tang family is already very similar to this. If it continues to develop, the heroes will take advantage of the situation. They rose up and gathered their troops.
If Maitreya is just the fate of being the forerunner of the king, then Zhao Changhe's actions have brought their defeat much earlier. Before the local military in various places even had time to take advantage of it, the Maitreya Sect was likely to be defeated in advance. By the end of the Han Dynasty, Chaos may not take shape.
He said he had no intention of conquering the world, but what he was doing was going in this direction.
Whether it is for the common people or for...she Tang Wanzhuang.
"Here comes someone." She suddenly said.
Hold Qin in his arms and stand beside her timidly: "Miss, I'm here."
"Pass my secret order to all the major states and counties. Wherever Zhao Changhe passes, he will listen to his orders and protect his safety at all costs."
"This..."
"What? You think he likes it?" Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "I'm afraid he prefers the excitement and tension now, riding horses on the yellow sand, dominating the world, maybe accompanied by Hongzhuang... How can he want us? To get in the way?"
Bao Qin muttered: "Then we still go to put on the cold butt? Especially the so-called red makeup, miss you..."
"This is not for him, but for the world. Go."
Bao Qin pouted and took the order to leave the cabin to deliver the order. Tang Wanzhuang stood up and walked to the window, watching the river flowing quietly, silent for a long time.
Look at the sandy place at the ferry, how many people are crossing the world.
…………
"Whoosh!" The sword light rose from the side of the road and flew toward him.
Less than ten miles away from the Wang family, the assassination has arrived.
At first glance, this style is like that of my old friend Tingxue Tower.
This shows that the Wang family has been contacting Tingxue Tower two or three days ago. They originally planned to ambush Zhao Changhe when he left, but now it happened by chance.
Even Cui Yuanyang knew to ask Zhao Changhe to follow her convoy when leaving. However, something happened suddenly and he could only ride out of the city like this. His whereabouts were difficult to conceal, and it was doomed to be a thorny road.
But Zhao Changhe was not surprised but overjoyed, laughing loudly: "I don't know why, I actually miss you."
Swordsman: "..."
"Choke!" The dragon bird took out its scabbard and struck the sword light, slightly deflecting the sword's power.
The swordsman passed by and rolled on the ground due to the huge force, suddenly dripping with cold sweat.
The book on troubled times didn’t make it clear. It was both a siege and a sneak attack. They didn’t take the “killer list” to mean how strong Zhao Changhe himself was. Because in the information handed to them by the Wang family, Zhao Changhe is at the fifth level of the entrance...
Wuzhong, your mother, Wuzhong!
This is clearly the sixth level of the outer family and the fifth level of the inner family! Moreover, even this fifth-level internal practitioner feels like he is almost at the sixth level, once again keeping up with the intensity of his internal and external cultivation. Based on Zhao Changhe's actual combat level and understanding of martial arts, as long as he doesn't meet the same heroes on the Qianlong List, it won't be a big problem to jump to the seventh level and fight against the ordinary seventh level. Maybe he will dare to touch the eighth level.
No wonder it can kill people. To be honest, the person at the end of the list is the ninth level of the entrance, and it no longer has the crushing ability of an instant kill.
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 gathered on the left and right roads, blocking Zhao Changhe's path with solemn expressions.
Zhao Changhe did not dismount, shook his head and said with a smile: "As expected, a group of sixth and seventh level people came here thinking I was at the fifth level. So I miss you very much. I can't keep up with the version every time. What a good sandbag. It’s a pity that it’s gone. I’ll go back and tell you, the host, that I’ll send someone from the eighth level to play next time, hahahaha…”
The assassins had expressionless faces. Nonsense, who’s mission is not like this? Are you going to kill someone on the third or fourth level of the entrance hall and send a personal list? Then why do we need other people? What are the experts on the list doing when they have nothing to do? Every time, I choose one or two higher levels and use multiple people to hunt in disguise. Under normal circumstances, the mission completion rate is basically 100%. How many perverts like you can there be!
Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "Hey, I still want to talk to you. I failed to assassinate me before and many people died. How do you, as an assassin organization, do such a thing? You will avenge them. Or just admit it?"
The leader of the assassin was silent for a moment and said slowly: "If the mission fails, there will be no 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 clicked his tongue twice: "But you shouldn't tell me this. What should I do if I don't have any pressure to kill you?"
There was a little anger on the leader's face, and he said coldly: "You can really kill us before we talk about it."
"Of course, I only have the confidence to break through. I definitely can't kill you all by myself, but I am not the only one."
Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed from behind, and Wan Xing came flying towards him: "Young Master Zhao, stay back."
Assassin leader: "..."
Zhao Changhe looked back and said with a smile: "Master, shouldn't he be drinking tea at Wang's house?"
Wan Xing shook his head: "The behavior of the Wang family...is not like ours. Young Master Zhao has done a great favor to our Huayan Temple this time, and he came here to express his gratitude and **** the Young Master."
The assassin leader said bluntly: "Withdraw."
A group of black-clad assassins disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Whoever is sick comes to confront the characters in the ninth level of the entrance hall. We are assassins and not death squads.
Let’s go back to the original poster and see if we really need to send a gold medal assassin... As for this mission named Zhao, it seems that ordinary people really can’t accept it.
Zhao Changhe built a pergola with his hands and looked far away: "Their Qinggong is very good. If I hadn't learned how to tread water and wave, I would have learned from them."
As he said this, he stopped pretending to be on horseback, dismounted and saluted: "Thank you, Master, for your help."
"I don't think the donor is afraid of them at all, but it's because I'm troublesome."
"Wherever, I'm just waiting for the master." Zhao Changhe secretly thought that what I'm waiting for is actually Suzaku... But you will chase them out regardless of the Wang family, but it gave me a high look. Normal Buddhism in this world seems to be okay?
"Before I came out, I had a brief chat with Donor Situ. He said that Zhao Shaoxia wanted to find a way to strengthen the body, or a way to release the Qi wall?"
Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes. Master's golden bell..."
"The Golden Bell Cover is not allowed to be spread outside, but I do have some information that Shaoxia Zhao wants."
"Oh?"
"Shao Xia Zhao must have just applied some kind of treasure on his body, and the aura is still there. I have seen a similar aura before, and wanted to explore it at that time, but gave up because of other reasons."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.
That is to say, that sea mud does exist somewhere on land! Maybe we can find something more core?
Whether it can continue to benefit the meridians or not, exercising is definitely the right thing to do!
As expected, good deeds will always be rewarded. Zhao Changhe cupped his fists and saluted: "To be honest, Master, Zhao needs this thing very much. Please show me the way."
Wanying sighed: "It was easy to say in the past, 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 Lao Na when he was traveling a few years ago. But now we are at war. At this time, young hero, don’t be impatient, you can wait until the truce is over.”
As he said this, he handed over a fragment of the monk's robe: "This is the identification picture that I left for myself at that time, and now I give it to the young hero."
Zhao Changhe bowed again: "Thank you, Master."
Wanying put his hands together and replied: "The donor has great compassion and is a true Buddha. You can come to Huayan Temple to stay and get close to him in the future."
After saying hello to the monks behind him, he left without saying much.
Zhao Changhe watched the monks leave and suddenly said: "If Master Yuanxing had not arrived in time, would the Master have taken action?"
There was silence all around, and there was no response from Suzaku.
Zhao Changhe is a little puzzled, is Suzaku not following?
Unexpectedly, in the forest less than three miles away, Wang Daozhong retreated quickly with his head full of buns: "Sir Suzaku, you and I have formed an alliance. It's time to turn over the past. How can you hit me again?"
Suzaku said lazily: "When I see you, I think of the devil who once scolded me for his revenge and told me to wait, which inevitably makes my hands feel a little itchy... This is a personal grudge between you and me. Shouldn't it affect our friendship as allies?"
Wang Daozhong almost spat out a mouthful of blood and vowed never to reason with a woman again.
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