The two sides had some exchanges on these matters again, and after confirming that there were no more important clues, Jiang Fan planned to end the meeting.
At this time, Xue Qinglang said apologetically: "There is something... if there is a chance, please let the prince tell Xiao Zhenren that Xue can't forgive him."
Jiang Fan was stunned: "What's the matter?"
"Meizong, Sect Master Yu Linglong... Xiao Zhenren asked me to find Sect Master Jade at first, but my subordinates failed. Later, after asking around, I found out that Sect Master Jade was taken away by someone from the Demon Sect..."
Jiang Fan's heart moved: "Could she be the witch Jiang Ruochen mentioned?"
"Exactly, I don't know what method the witch used to take Master Jade away, but I heard that she seemed to want Master Jade to be a shadow..."
Jiang Fan couldn't help but shook his head secretly.
Others don't understand this, but he understands it. When Ah Li's shadow Xiao Ying betrayed her, she was missing a shadow. Could it be...
Jiang Fan frowned, she wanted to make Yu Linglong into a new shadow?
This damn girl, why is she still so demonic!
Jiang Fan was a little angry for a moment. He was also a little apologetic in his anger, and when he thought of the strange and changeable witch Ahri, the only woman with whom he had a normal married life in his past and present lives, his emotions were inevitably a little tangled.
But now that we know that Yu Linglong was taken away by Ah Li, she must have gone to the Demon Palace, and it is beyond our reach now, so we have to talk about it later.
"Subordinates, do not dare to go deep into the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Demon Palace. The situation of Master Jade will be unknown later."
Jiang Fan nodded: "You have tried your best. Finally, we know that Master Yu Linglong's life is not in danger. Little Master can rest assured."
Jiang Fan then briefly asked about the situation of the Witch Doctor Sect and Chiyang Sect, and then arranged for Xue Qinglang and the others to leave.
But he didn't get up immediately because there was someone else he wanted to see.
It was the heroic old man striding forward in front of him.
Next to him was Wang Zhonghou, who turned out to be the leader of the Grass Cutting Gang, Wang Cutlu, who commanded 30,000 grassroots heroes in the Qin border fortress.
At this Taihua event, Jiang Fan had already seen the flag of the Grass Cutting Gang, but in order to avoid suspicion, he did not make an appointment. Wang Zhonghou was ordered to stop Xue Qinglang. The old monk Mu Tuo, who was highly skilled in cultivation, did not dare to take action easily because Wang Zhonghou was followed by his old man.
I saw that this man was eight feet tall, with a majestic appearance, and walked with a high head. Although his beard and hair were gray, he had the aura of a hero with undying ambition despite his age.
And the huge black sickle, nearly two feet tall, in his hand made him look a bit domineering and fierce.
"Wang Gelu, please pay homage to His Highness the Regent!"
As he strode closer, Wang Geluo clasped his fists tightly and said loudly.
Jiang Fan hurriedly took two steps forward and held his elbow: "Old heroes, please don't do this. It will hurt the younger generation."
Wang Gelu was not polite, put down his arm, looked at Jiang Fan, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "What a young hero, Da Qin is very lucky, Wang is very lucky!"
Jiang Fan sighed with emotion: "How can a junior, He De, praise an old hero so much? In the eyes of a junior, the old heroes are the real heroes, the backbone of the Qin Dynasty! Old hero, please sit down."
Wang Gelu was a very generous and forthright person, without so many polite words. He sat down first, looked at Jiang Fan and said, "This is definitely not flattery. A certain family has been in the northwest frontier of Qin Dynasty for forty years and has seen countless heroes. In terms of courage, pattern, and means, No one can compare with the prince. In the past three years, the name Jiang Xiaoyao has been heard the most. The prince may not know that in our northwest frontier, the prince’s name is enough to rival General Mengwu. To this day, the prince’s seven elders have gone to the northern frontier and are still the frontier fortress. Let's have a drink and talk."
Jiang Fan smiled and poured him a drink: "Jiang is a young man with a strong spirit. These things are just a battle of spirits. How dare he compare with the general who stationed in the northern border and has made great achievements in battle? The old hero should not praise the young man. Please drink!" "
"Okay!" Wang Queru picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, wiping the corners of his mouth: "Your Majesty is good at everything, but he is too humble. He doesn't need to be like this when he interacts with rough guys like us, but it will only make us feel alienated."
Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh: "That's right, I will have a bowl with you, junior."
After that, he raised his head and poured it into his mouth.
When Wang Gelu came, he specially brought a big bowl. A bowl of roasted knives weighed no less than half a catty. Even with the old hero's ability to drink, his face was slightly flushed, but Jiang Fan's face was still as fair as jade, and there was no trace of alcohol.
Wang Gelu was immediately very happy: "With this capacity for drinking, he is a true hero!"
Jiang Fan said with a smile: "I heard that every time the old hero cuts the grass with his own hands, he drinks a whole bowl of barbarian. The grass-cutting gang has been established for thirty years and has cut 100,000 grass. The old hero alone has killed more than 10,000 barbarians. This is the pride. Wan Zhang, I just don’t know if I have enough wine.”
"Hahaha, Your Majesty knows that you really don't have enough to drink, but last time Your Majesty sent someone to send a hundred carts of knives to burn, which did satisfy your craving. The brothers are all very grateful to Your Majesty for thinking about it."
Jiang Fan said: "One day, I will go to the border in person and drink three hundred cups with all the heroes."
"That's a good relationship, but..." Wang Gelu smiled slightly: "I'm afraid the prince will get what he wants soon."
Jiang Fan was stunned: "What did the old hero say?"
Wang Gueru stroked his beard and said, "Speaking of which, my grass-cutting gang has caused a big trouble this time. Does the prince still remember that not long ago, someone cut off the head of a barbarian leader?"
"Of course I know. Is it the leader of the Malu tribe under King Hunxie?"
"Yes, Malu is a ferocious man who is good at fighting. His tribe is close to the border of our country of Qin. He is indispensable for harvesting grass and valleys every year. It can be said that his hands are full of blood debt. A year ago, this man suddenly went south and attacked our border counties, killing eight thousand soldiers and civilians. Dead and wounded. In a rage, a certain man imitated the prince and chased him three hundred miles into northern Xinjiang. He didn't kill him until he was near his tribe."
"A heroic old hero!" Jiang Fan raised his thumb.
Wang Gelu sighed: "I don't think so, this matter will cause huge trouble. The middle-aged Maru lost his wife, but he was favored by King Hunxie's daughter and became a prospective son-in-law. The Malu tribe asked King Hunxie to send troops to attack In our Qin Dynasty, although King Hunxie has not explicitly agreed, he secretly gave a lot of support to the Maru tribe. Manil, the eldest son of Maru, contacted the Thirteenth Division and frequently invaded the border. His Majesty then ordered Mengtian to lead the army to support the Mongolian tribe. General Wu is guarding the border. Speaking of which, it all started because of something."
Jiang Fan waved his hand: "There is absolutely nothing wrong with what the old hero did. Are you going to sit back and watch that barbarian harm the people of Qin? Jiang would not be merciful in this move. Soldiers will block it, water will cover it, and we, the Qin Dynasty, will not be afraid of anyone." Come?"
Wang Gelu said: "Yes, your Majesty said the same thing. But I'm afraid there is a deeper meaning behind this matter. Usually the barbarians would clear grass and valleys during the autumn harvest, but Maru chose a strange time. Someone thought there was something strange in it. .”
Jiang Fan's mind moved: "What the old hero means is..."
Wang Gelu nodded and said: "There may be King Hunxie behind him. In recent years, the Zuoxian King's tribe has become more and more powerful. How can the Hunxie King's tribe adjacent to it not be anxious? In the past two years, the Hunxie King's troops have been mobilized frequently. It seems that There’s something about it that’s ready to make a move.”
