Above the canal, Tang Wanzhuang was sitting in the cabin reading, suddenly looking up at the golden characters in the sky, her calm expression became a little sad and then complicated.

The so-called reading is that there is a piece of letter paper spread out on the book, which is the Langya Sword Controversy Report mentioned by his subordinate yesterday.

The report is much more detailed than what the subordinate said, including Xia Chichi and Cui Yuanyang's battle, with an analysis: "It is suspected to be fighting for treasures for Zhao Changhe", "It is suspected to be jealous", and evaluation: "It is all talent that is rare in a century, not inferior to Yue Hongling."

It was not missed that Zhao Changhe's sentence, "For some people to cough a few less, that would be worth it."

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

Tang Wanzhuang's face turned slightly red, she curled her lips, but her eyes still fell into this sentence, and she had not moved away for a long time.

He did... in order to make some people cough less, despise the kings and princes, and the swords were cracking the list. He had no survival pressure to relieve the rhythm, and offended the two super forces in the north and south overnight. Troubles will come one after another, and they are even more terrifying than when they first left Beim.

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

She also knew that whether it was the Yangzhou Incident, the Gusu Constitution, or the killing of Fasheng in front of the village, or the Wang family's killing of Faqing, if such a huge force of Maitreya Cult was almost messed up by a archer of Zhao Changhe, it was a bit exaggerated to say that it was a bit exaggerated, but it was not without reason.

Faqing is a high-end combat power. How many people can a Maitreya Sect have? If one dies, it will be a serious injury to the vitality. In fact, this is still a trivial matter. Yangzhou is the bridgehead of Jiangbei, Gusu is the important place of the Tang family, and Fasheng is a general of the military intelligence. Each of them can be raised to the strategic level and is gone.

The Maitreya uprising was very similar to the Yellow Turban records in the history of the Era. If the court swept across the south of the Yangtze River and was powerless, it would rely on the gentry from all over the country to spontaneously suppress the bandits. For example, the Tang family now has this kind of appearance. If it continues to develop, the heroes will take advantage of the power to rise up and each support their own troops.

If Maitreya is just the fate of being the king, then Zhao Changhe's actions have advanced their failure a lot. Before the local military forces in various places even had time to rise, the Maitreya religion was likely to be pacified in advance, and the rebellion at the end of the Han Dynasty may not be formed.

He said he had no intention of the world, but what he did was in this direction.

Whether for the people or for... she Tang Wanzhuang.

"Come." She suddenly spoke.

Holding Qin, holding Qin, stood timidly by her side: "Miss, I'm here."

"Distribute my secret orders to all major prefectures and counties, and listen to the orders wherever Zhao Changhe passes, and protect his safety at all costs."

"this……"

"What? Do you think he likes it?" Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "He is afraid he likes the excitement and tension more now. He rode a horse, drove a horse and scolded Tianya, and maybe there was Hongzhuang around him...Who wanted us to get in the way?"

Hu Qin muttered: "Then we will still put on cold butts? Especially the so-called Hongzhuang, Miss..."

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

Bao Qin curled her lips and took the order out of the cabin to pass the order. Tang Wanzhuang stood up, walked to the window, and watched the river flow quietly, and was speechless for a while.

Look at the sand at the ferry entrance, how many people are crossing the world?

…………

"Swoosh!" The sword light rose from the side of the road and flew into the sky.

Less than ten miles away from the Wang family, the assassination has arrived.

This style is obviously like an old friend Tingxuelo.

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

Even Cui Yuanyang knew that when he asked Zhao Changhe to leave, he followed her convoy, but it turned out suddenly and could only ride out of the city like this, so he could not hide his whereabouts and was destined to be thorny all the way.

But Zhao Changhe was not surprised but happy, laughing: "For some reason, I actually miss you a little."

swordsman:"……"

"Knock!" The dragon bird was out of its sheath and crackled on the sword light, causing the sword to be slightly off.

The swordsman passed by, and was led by the huge force and rolled on the ground, suddenly sweating profusely.

The above was not clear, and they were besieged and attacked. They did not regard the "killing list" as Zhao Changhe himself was very strong. Because in the message handed to them by the Wang family, Zhao Changhe was on the fifth level of the entrance...

Five levels, your mother, five levels!

This is clearly the sixth level of the outer family and the fifth level of the inner family! And even the fifth level of the inner family feels almost the sixth level, and it once again keeps up with his strength of both internal and external cultivation. With Zhao Changhe's practical level and martial arts understanding, as long as he does not meet the same hero on the Qianlong List, the seventh level of the average level is not a big problem, and he may dare to touch the eighth level.

No wonder it can be killed. To put it bluntly, the end of the crane of the human list is the ninth level of the entrance hall, and it is no longer as crushing as the instant kill level.

This guy has been wandering under your Wang family's nose for so long, and you still give us information about being behind!

"Swoosh!" Seven or eight men in black were surrounded by the left and right sides, blocking Zhao Changhe's way with a serious expression.

Zhao Changhe did not dismount, shook his head and laughed: "As expected, I thought I had a group of six or seventh-level people from 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 to lose it. Go back and tell you the poster, I'll send an eighth level person to play next time hahahaha..."

The assassins were expressionless. Nonsense, who is not sent to the mission? Should I kill a third or fourth level of the entrance hall and send a personal list? Then why do other people do it? Why are the experts on the human list doing nothing? Every time I choose one or two levels higher and many people are dispatched, disguised and hunted to do everything. Normally, there is basically a 100% mission completion rate. How many perverts can you have like this?

Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Hey, I want to talk to you. I failed to assassinate me before and many people died. How do you as an assassin organization calculate this kind of thing? Will you avenge them? Or just admit defeat?"

The assassin in charge was silent for a moment and slowly said: "The mission failed and he did not care about his grudges. 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 tsk twice: "But you shouldn't tell me like that. What should I do if I have no pressure to kill you?"

The leader had a little anger on his face and said coldly: "If you really can kill us, let's talk about it."

"Of course, I only have the confidence to break through. I will definitely not be able to kill you, but I am not only one person."

Before he finished speaking, golden light flashed behind him, and the roundness rushed towards him: "Shaoxia Zhao stayed."

Assassin's leader: "..."

Zhao Changhe looked back and smiled and said, "Shouldn't the master drink tea at the Wang family?"

Yuan Xing shook his head: "The performance of the Wang family... is not us or something. Zhao Shaoxia has great kindness to my Huayan Temple this time. I will thank you and escort the young hero."

The assassin leader straightforwardly: "Retreat."

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

Who is sick and comes to compete with the figures in the ninth level of the entrance hall? Everyone is an assassin, not an suicide squad.

I'd better report back to the poster to see if I really want to send a gold medal assassin... It seems that ordinary people can't take this task with Zhao.

Zhao Changhe set up a pergola with his hands and Yuanmu: "Their light skills are very good. If they hadn't learned how to walk on the water, they would have wanted to learn from them."

As he said that, he stopped riding a horse and bowed: "Thank you for your help."

"I think the donor is not afraid of them at all, but I am just too troublesome."

"Where are you waiting for the master." Zhao Changhe thought to himself that the one I was waiting for was actually Zhuque... But you will ignore the Wang family chasing me, but I took a look at it with a high look. It seems that the normal Buddhist sect in this life is okay?

"Before I came out, I had a brief conversation with Donor Situ. He said that Young Master Zhao wanted to find a body-building method or a method to put out the air wall?"

Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes. Master's golden bell cover..."

"The Golden Bell Cover cannot be circulated outside, but I have some information that Young Master Zhao wants."

"oh?"

"Shaoxia Zhao must have just applied some kind of treasure, but the breath has not yet dissipated. I have seen a similar aura before. I wanted to explore it at that time, but gave up because of other reasons."

Zhao Changhe was stunned and then overjoyed.

In other words, the sea mud really exists somewhere on land! Maybe you can find something more core?

Regardless of whether it can continue to be beneficial to the meridians, it is definitely correct to strengthen the body!

Sure enough, if you do good deeds, you will always pay off. Zhao Changhe bowed his fists and said, "I'm sure you want this thing very much. Please give me some advice on where to come."

Yuan Xing sighed: "It was a good thing before, but now it's a bit troublesome, because I accidentally discovered it when I was traveling a few years ago when I was in the continuous snow-capped mountains north of the grassland. But now when the war is in progress, the young hero should not be anxious, so he can wait until the truce is halted."

As he said that, he handed over a piece of monk's robe and robe: "This is the picture I left by myself at that time, and now I will give it to the young hero."

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

The ten-fold gift of the round nature: "The donor has great compassion, and he is a true Buddha. In the future, you can come to Huayan Temple to linger and get close to you."

After saying that, he greeted the monk behind him, and said nothing more, leaving without saying anything.

Zhao Changhe watched the monks leave and suddenly said, "If Master Yuanxing didn't arrive in time just now, would the Venerable take action?"

There was silent all around, and there was no response from Suzaku.

Zhao Changhe was a little puzzled, Zhuque would not follow him anymore?

Little did they know that in the forest less than three miles away, the kingly way was covered with land and retreated rapidly: "Zhu Que, you and my family have formed an alliance, and it is time to turn over the past. How can you hit me again?"

Zhuque said lazily: "When I see you, I remembered the devil who once scolded me for revenge. I told me to wait, and I couldn't help but feel itchy... This is your personal grudge and should not affect the friendship between allies?"

Kingly, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and vowed not to reason with women again.

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PS: Please forgive me for wanting to push the book in the main text today. The author of "Retracing the Police Road 1993" Hongchen Teahouse storyteller passed away last month. The author of "Police Lu Ling" Feng Yi Tianya heard the news and decided to finish the book for him.

There is no need to question or praise. In my opinion, this is a good story that can enter the history of online literature. This is also the setting sun and red feathers reflect the sunset, and the afterglow of the world is here.

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

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