Zhang Liang thought for a moment, suddenly remembered a historical relic he had seen, and said uncertainly: "Brother Jing might as well try his 'Xiaguan', 'Zhongliao', 'Juliao', 'Dicang' with his internal strength." Acupuncture points.”
Upon hearing this, Black Qilin's face changed drastically. Jingzhou smiled and said, "It seems that calling Zifang was right." After saying this, his inner strength was destroyed, and silver needles slowly emerged from under the skin of Black Qilin's face.
I saw the face that was exactly the same as Han Xin's. As the silver needles surged, it gradually began to twist and change. When seven or eight silver needles were forced out, Han Xin in front of him had changed.
Although the person in front of him has a dark complexion, his face shape has been replaced by an oval suit. Even though there is still some flour, mud and other things on his face, he can vaguely tell that he is a girl's face.
Zhang Liang picked up two silver needles from the ground and looked at them carefully. These silver needles were as thin as ox hair, slightly narrower at the head and tail, and slightly wider in the middle. They were very different from the silver needles used by doctors to prick acupoints.
Zhang Liang put away a few silver needles and then said: "If this appearance can be changed with silver needles, the figure will be much simpler. There are many such extraordinary skills in the world."
Jingzhou said: "Yes, coupled with a voice that can imitate everyone's voices, this disguise technique is really impeccable."
Nong Yu had already recovered from the shock and said worriedly: "Since he is the fake Han Xin, isn't the real Han Xin in danger?"
Brother Jing shook his head and said with a smile: "Han Xin may not be good at other things, but few people in the world can do this to save his life. Besides, Wei Zhuang and I are old acquaintances. Even if Han Xin falls into Wei Zhuang's hands, he won't be able to do anything else." How dangerous it would be, the most it would be is to be trapped.”
Although Wei Zhuang is crazy, he always has an overall view of things, but Jing Zhou is not worried about Han Xin's safety.
Jingzhou raised his hand, and a flash of blue light fell into Hei Qilin's body. The invisible shackles on her body instantly dissipated.
Black Qilin moved his body slightly, kneaded his numb arms, and then raised his head, "What are you going to do with me?"
The black unicorn has bright eyes, a charming aura, and a melodious and clear voice. If you don't look at her face covered with mud or something, anyone can't help but feel that a young girl has appeared in front of you.
Zhang Liang said: "How to deal with it? We can't kill Brother Wei Zhuang's people, but Brother Wei Zhuang doesn't need to bother to send people over to test. Although Brother Liang and Brother Jing have plans, they have nothing to do with Brother Wei Zhuang. Their friendship over the years, You can't just cut it off."
Speaking of this, Zhang Liang let out a long sigh.
Since Han Fei's death, he and Wei Zhuang have drifted apart.
Wei Zhuang still had the same thoughts as when Liusha was founded, wanting to rebuild a new Korea, but he had already changed his mind.
After seeing the devastation of the Central Plains, Zhang Liang could not bear the suffering of the war for the people of the Six Kingdoms anymore, and Fusu was a generous man. If he came to power, he would definitely rest and recuperate. In this way, in just a few years, the people of the Six Kingdoms would be able to recover from the shadow of the war. out.
Jingzhou couldn't understand what Zhang Liang meant, so he smiled and said, "Go back and tell Wei Zhuang what Zifang said."
Although Hei Qilin was curious about Wei Zhuang's relationship with a few people, he didn't say anything. He twisted his body and left Qin Yun's cottage.
It was getting late, and the street in front of Zilanxuan had turned into a busy city. The black unicorn moved its ears, pointed its toes, and passed through a bamboo forest. Instead of passing through the main entrance, it flew out from the backyard of Zilanxuan.
Mo Ya was half lying on Zilanxuan's big ridge, with his eyes half-squinted, he glanced at the figure of the black unicorn, then withdrew his gaze and said to himself: "Interesting, this person is not Han Xin, even I was fooled, what a pity. , but I didn’t deceive the two people in the room.”
Mo Ya moved his body, changed his position and lay down again, murmuring: "Bai Feng, this kid, forgets about his master when he has a wife. Alas, he pays more attention to sex than his master..."
A few years later, Bai Feng only came to Zilanxuan twice, and only exchanged letters with him.
Mo Ya rubbed his chin and said to himself, "Is it time for me to marry a girl?"
"Hmm, um, you can't be too different from that guy Bai Feng. It's just that you have to marry a beautiful wife no matter what. Although it may not be as good as Nongyu and the big and small Siming of the Yin and Yang family, she is at least better than that guy Bai Feng. The flowers you like should have beautiful shadows.”
At this time, a beautiful figure came towards me from the crowd.
Behind that beautiful figure, not only were several young men following, but even those with white beards and hair who had more than enough ambition but lacked strength could not help but turn their faces away frequently and admire the beauty. If it weren't for the fact that the woman wasn't accompanied by a cold man with a cold air that chilled people to the bone, these admirers would definitely follow her.
Even so, everyone was hanging at a distance, reluctant to leave. The colder the flower, the more distraught it became. Otherwise, if you just hook your hand and come over, wouldn't it be a little less interesting?
"What a beautiful person."
Mo Ya couldn't help but sigh, and immediately straightened up, supporting a handful with one hand and knocking the rubble with the other, and said with a smile: "This girl can at least score nine points, no, nine and a half!"
"Hua Ying can give me eight points at most. The young man Bai Feng's vision is too ordinary, but the young master's vision is brilliant. Whether it's the Nongyu girl, the dumb little beauty from the Yin Yang family, or the big beauty who can talk, tsk tsk …”
"It's a pity that the beauties of the Yin and Yang family are staring at the mirage and haven't seen each other for a long time."
A few years ago, when the eldest young master Siming came to Zilanxuan, Mo Ya couldn't resist teasing him a few times. As a result, the eldest young master Siming punished him and made him unable to get out of bed for three days. This memory is unforgettable.
"The girl in front of me is not bad, but it's a pity that she is like an iceberg and colder than the beauties of the Yin and Yang family. Otherwise, I would have given her ten points."
"The beauty of the Yin Yang family can only be seen from a distance, and I don't know what this ice beauty is like. But the young master has a good saying, the more beautiful the flower, the more difficult it is to pick and the more prickly it is. Just like the farmer's one Miss, if you take one more look, you’ll gouge out someone’s eyes…”
Mo Ya sighed a few words and then turned his gaze to the ice beauty.
I saw that the ice beauty had entered Zilanxuan.
Mo Crow jumped down and landed on the ground. The wine bottle in his hand had been thrown to nowhere. He swayed and strode in.
That ice beauty is the snow girl.
Ever since she heard the words "Flying Snow Jade Flower Terrace" at the city gate, her thoughts were in turmoil. Even after arriving at Youjian Inn, it was still difficult to suppress the overwhelming thoughts.
"Flying Snow Jade Terrace," Snow Girl muttered in a low voice, a touch of tenderness flashed across her eyes, and her gaze fell on the jade terrace in the lotus pond in the middle.
The jade platform was lit with bright lamps, reflecting the light of the water in the lotus pond, dyeing the jade platform vermilion. Streams of water flowed down from the jade platform, creating ripples and shaking the lotus in the water slightly.
"Treading on the Stars"
Suddenly, the snow girl returned to Feixue Pavilion.
On a full moon night, flowers and jade are flying.
"Axue."
Gao Jianli stood behind Xue Nu and called softly.
"Yes, a good name. It turns out your name is Ashue."
Mo Ya didn't know when he had come to Xue Nu's side, shaking his head in admiration. He couldn't help but feel that the beauty and cold person in front of him lived up to his name.
"Well, well, Miss Ashue~"
Before he could say the words behind the word "Mo Crow Girl", a long sword glowing with blue light suddenly appeared in front of him.
The cold air rose sharply, and instantly the corners of Mo Ya's eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost.
Mo Crow chuckled and said, "Do you know what kind of place this is and dare to use your sword?"
"You are the most courageous person I have seen in the past few years."
Xue Nu shook her head at Gao Jianli. Gao Jianli snorted coldly, shook his wrist slightly, made a few inaudible "kakaka" sounds, and a strand of hair floated by Mo Ya's ear.
"The sword is good, your swordsmanship~"
Mo Ya's voice was drawn out a little longer, the corners of his mouth raised, with a playful look on his face.
The snow girl glanced at the Feixue Jade Flower Terrace again, turned around and left.
"Girl, don't leave in a hurry~" Mo Ya and Gao Jianli followed closely behind.
"Girl, aren't you curious about the origin of this Feixue Jade Flower Terrace?"
"This Feixue Jade Flower Terrace is from the Yan Kingdom."
"Girl...girl..."
Mo Crow followed Xue Nu and chattered endlessly. No matter how dry his mouth was, he didn't respond at all.
Until he said something, the snow girl stopped.
"Girl, do you know how this flying snow and rain flower platform ended up in Zilanxuan?"
Zi Nu stared at Mo Ya closely and said coldly: "How did you fall into Zi Lanxuan?"
Mo Ya rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "Of course it will be because of my lord."
"Could it be him?"
For a moment, the purple figure appeared in front of the snow girl.
A sword rolled up a thousand layers of snow. It would have been possible if it had been him.
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Zhao Gao's face was uncertain. When he turned his palm, the secret order in his palm turned into a wisp of smoke.
"So, everyone who ambushed Fusu along the way failed?"
"Replying to your lord, in addition to the secret guards of the shadows who ambushed and intercepted the killer several times, there were also farmers who took action secretly."
Zhao Gao snorted coldly, and gently tapped the small table in front of him with his fingers, which were slightly slender than a woman.
As he slowly tapped, a spider twice as big as the belly of his thumb emerged from his sleeve.
The spider slipped to the ground and disappeared. I don't know if it burrowed into the soil or ran around.
"Fusu, Nongjia," Zhao Gao said in a low voice, with an inexplicable smile flashing across his face.
"I didn't expect that after Lord Changping's death, the farm family grew stronger."
Zhao Gao waved his hand back, and the black figure behind him disappeared into the darkness.
"Since Shennong Hall has grown so fast in recent years, I wonder if it can sustain it compared to other churches."
"The power of farmers should disappear from the world."
"Shangui, if you want to support Fusu, I will take advantage of Fusu's wings. Without the support of the farmers, Mr. Fusu, you will be out of this game."
Zhao Gao chuckled lightly. At this time, the Six Kingdoms had been leveled, and the net was already close to the target. He only needed to remove Confucianism, Taoism, and a few major forces, and he could create a new world.
The palm of his hand turned over again, and something filled with black energy, neither gold nor iron, fell silently onto Zhao Gao's hand.
"It's time to close this big net..."
