Chapter 221 Every Sip and Every Bite, Is It Predestined?

On the canal, Tang Wanzhuang sat in the cabin reading. Suddenly, she looked up at the golden words in the sky. Her calm expression unconsciously became a little sad, and then complicated.

The so-called reading, a piece of letter paper was spread on the book, on which was the report of the Langya sword fight that the subordinates said 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 fought for Zhao Changhe's treasure", "It is suspected that they were jealous", and evaluation: "They are all rare talents in a century, not inferior to Yue Hongling."

It also did not miss Zhao Changhe's sentence "In order for some people to cough less, it is worth it."

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

Tang Wanzhuang blushed slightly, curled her lips, but her eyes still fell on this sentence, and she did not move away for a long time.

He did it... In order to make some people cough less, despise the kings and princes, and chop the list of people with a knife. He had already had no survival pressure and his pace was relaxed, but he offended two super powers in the north and south overnight. Trouble will surely come one after another, which is more thrilling than when he first left Beimang.

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 change in Yangzhou, the situation in Gusu, or the beheading of Fasheng in front of the village, and the killing of Faqing by the Wang family, if it is said that such a huge force as Maitreya was almost messed up by Zhao Changhe, it is a bit exaggerated, but it is not without reason.

Faqing is a high-end combat force. There are several people on the list of Maitreya. The death of this one is a serious injury. In fact, this is still a small matter. Yangzhou is the bridgehead of Jiangbei, Gusu is the important place of the Tang family, and Fasheng is a general who knows the military. The importance of each of them can rise to the strategic level, and they are all gone.

Originally, Maitreya's 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 nobles to spontaneously suppress the bandits. For example, the current Tang family is already very much like this. If it continues to develop, the heroes will take advantage of the situation and each have their own troops.

If Maitreya is just the fate of being the forerunner of the king, then Zhao Changhe's actions have brought their failure much earlier. Before the local military forces in various places have even had time to rise up, Maitreya Church is likely to be suppressed in advance, and the chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty may not be formed.

He said that he had no intention of ruling the country, but what he did was moving in this direction.

Whether it was for the people or for... her Tang Wanzhuang.

"Come here." She suddenly spoke.

Baoqin held the qin and stood timidly beside him: "Miss, I'm here."

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

"This..."

"What? Do you think he likes it?" Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "He probably likes the excitement and tension now, riding a horse in the yellow sand, shouting at the end of the world, and maybe even with Hongzhuang by his side... Why does he want us to get in the way?"

Baoqin muttered: "Then why should we stick to the cold butt? Especially the so-called Hongzhuang, Miss..."

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

Baoqin curled her lips and took the order to go 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 ferry where the sand is washed, how many people have been ferried across the world.

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

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

This style is obviously the old friend Tingxue Tower.

It is obvious that the Wang family had contacted Tingxue Tower two or three days ago, and originally planned to ambush Zhao Changhe when he left, but now it was a coincidence.

Even Cui Yuanyang knew that Zhao Changhe should follow her convoy when he left, but the situation changed suddenly, so he could only ride out of the city like this, and his whereabouts could not be concealed, and he was destined to have a thorny journey.

But Zhao Changhe was not surprised but happy, laughing: "I don't know why, I actually miss you a little."

Swordsman: "..."

"Clang!" The dragon sparrow was unsheathed and chopped on the sword light, deviating the sword slightly.

The swordsman passed by and rolled on the ground due to the huge force, and suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

The book of the chaotic world was not clear, with siege and sneak attacks, and they did not take the "killing list" as Zhao Changhe's own strength. Because in the information handed to them by the Wang family, Zhao Changhe was the fifth level of Xuanguan...

Five levels, five levels!

This is clearly the sixth level of the outer family and the fifth level of the inner family! Moreover, even this inner fifth level feels like it is almost the sixth level, and it has caught 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 meet the same heroes as the Hidden Dragon List, it is not a big problem to fight against the general seventh level, and he may even dare to touch the eighth level.

No wonder he can kill the human list. To put it bluntly, the last one on the human list is only the ninth level of the Xuanguan, and he no longer has the crushing power of the instant kill level.

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

"Swish, swish, swish!" Seven or eight men in black gathered on the left and right sides of the road, blocking Zhao Changhe's way with a solemn look.

Zhao Changhe did not dismount, shook his head and laughed: "As expected, I thought I was the fifth level, but a group of sixth and seventh levels 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 to lose it. Go back and tell your host to send an 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 someone to list them? 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, deal with such a thing? Will you 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 feel pressure to kill you anymore?"

There was a bit of anger on the leader's face, and he said coldly: "You can really kill us before we talk."

"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 rushed over: "Young Master Zhao, stay back."

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 behavior of the Wang family... is not like ours. Young Master Zhao has shown great kindness to our Huayan Temple this time, and he came here to express his gratitude and escort 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, we are assassins and not death squads.

It's better to report back to the poster to see if he really wants to send a gold medal assassin... As for this mission named Zhao, it seems that ordinary people really can't accept it.

Zhao Changhe put up a pergola with his hands and looked far away: "Their Qinggong is quite good. If I hadn't learned how to tread water and wave, I would have wanted to learn from them."

After saying that, 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. On the contrary, 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 forge 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 is not allowed to be spread to outsiders, but I do have some information that Shaoxia Zhao wants."

"oh?"

"Young Master 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?

Regardless of whether it can continue to benefit the meridians, exercising is definitely the right thing to do!

As expected, good deeds will always be rewarded. Zhao Changhe clasped his fists and saluted: "To be honest, Master, Zhao needs this thing very much. Please show me the way."

Wan Xing 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 during the war, Don't be impatient, young hero, you can wait until there is a truce before going."

As he spoke, 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 saluted again: "Thank you, Master."

Yuanxing 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 was a little puzzled. Is Suzaku not following?

Little did they know that in the forest less than three miles away, Wang Daozhong retreated quickly with his head full of bruises: "Venerable Suzaku, your two families 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 vengeance and told me to wait, which inevitably makes my hands feel a little itchy... This is a private 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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PS: Please forgive me for wanting to promote a book in the main text today. The author of "Returning to the Police Road 1993", the Hongchen Teahouse Storyteller, passed away last month. The author of "Police Lu Ling" Fengyi 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 Internet literature. This is not the red feathers of the setting sun 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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