It was impossible for Shen Wanjun not to care who the person who assassinated Shen Liang was, where he came from, and whether there was any force behind him.
But compared to this, what he is more concerned about at the moment is——
Lao Qian found Shen Liang in time, but still let him get injured in the hands of the umbrella holder!
Shen Wanjun, whose face became increasingly gloomy, was not in a hurry to raise this question.
He and Lao Qian had known each other for a long time, and he was kind to Lao Qian.
But having said that, if he didn't have that kind of kindness to Lao Qian, with Lao Qian's identity and strength, it would definitely be impossible to become half of the eagle dog of Prince Jin's palace.
That's right, it's half one, not the whole one.
Half means that Lao Qian can help Shen Wanjun do something beneficial to the Jin Palace, but he also has the right to make his own choices and decide whether to agree to certain requests made by Shen Wanjun.
For example, since Lao Qian moved into Prince Jin's palace, the only thing Shen Wanjun asked him to do was to protect Shen Liang Zhouquan.
However, the security of Prince Jin's Mansion is too tight. Over the past many years, countless overt and covert assassins have been assassinating. Even if they were lucky enough to break through the most visible layer of defense in Prince Jin's Mansion and rush in, they would never be able to escape. , the royal eagles and dogs hidden everywhere jointly hunted down.
Therefore, Lao Qian never made a move in front of Shen Liang, and Shen Liang had no way of knowing that Lao Qian was a master.
Based on the above.
At this time, Shen Wanjun couldn't help but feel annoyed because Shen Liang's arms were broken off by Old Qian, but he also knew that once he and Old Qian completely broke up, with the current personnel in the palace, With all the equipment, it is definitely not possible to save Lao Qian’s life.
even!
If Lao Qian wants to fight to the death, he might be able to bring him, the King of Jin, into the Palace of Hell!
"Shen Wanjun, I know what you are thinking. Don't worry, I owe you the most kindness in my life. You saved my life back then. Even if one day we don't deal with each other and break up, I will not hurt your Shen family even a hair." ."
Lao Qian's assurance obviously relieved Shen Wanjun's frown.
Immediately afterwards, Lao Qian took out the Desert Eagle he had picked up in the alley.
"Here."
Lao Qian threw Shen Liang's life-saving artifact to Shen Wanjun from the air, and Shen Wanjun quickly caught it with his hand, and at the same time, he also dropped it.
"This is?"
After holding the Desert Eagle firmly, Shen Wanjun looked it over and over. It felt like some kind of weapon, but he didn't know how to use it.
"I researched it on the way back. There is nothing on the surface of this thing that can be related to the word 'sharp', and I can't feel that it has any Taoist meaning. In other words, it is not an object like a sword-containing gourd. ."
Shen Wanjun's attention was temporarily drawn to the Desert Eagle.
"Well... I have been on the battlefield for decades, and have killed and subdued dozens of people from big and small countries, but based on my experience, I have never seen such a weapon anywhere."
Lao Qian leaned back, slumped in his chair, and said casually:
"Don't underestimate this thing. That day when the brat went to Tianlang Village to complete the championship test, he used this thing to instantly kill the boss."
"oh?"
Hearing what Lao Qian said, Shen Wanjun couldn't help but be intrigued.
After all, although Ma Xiang, the head of Tianlang Village, is just a low-level martial artist, he is also a solid martial artist.
The gap between martial arts cultivators and ordinary people is very clear to Shen Wanjun, who is also a martial arts cultivator.
And a weapon, placed in the hands of an ordinary person, can instantly kill a Bagua realm martial artist. This is something that even the top three weapons on the list of divine weapons cannot do.
Because ordinary people do not have the support of true energy in their bodies. Without true energy, martial arts cannot be activated.
What this involves is that if any so-called magic weapon is handed over to an ordinary person, even if this person is strong enough to pick up a magic weapon that is likely to be heavier than an ordinary sword, he can only It is used as a kitchen knife to chop and chop, and it is impossible to use the magic weapon as a medium to exert the powerful lethality contained in the true energy and martial arts.
The whole world knows that Shenliang's Nine Palaces are blocked and unable to enter martial arts.
Regarding this point, Shen Wanjun knew that the news was not false, and he could basically ensure that Shen Liang could not hide his clumsiness to the point where he did not discover it for eighteen years.
When all the factors come together, things get interesting.
A weapon with no blades on it, held by an ordinary person, can exert at least the power to kill Bagua realm martial arts cultivators without the need for infuriating energy.
This is simply a treasure!
"I took a look. The kid with the black umbrella is probably at the Liuhe realm. This thing is a bit out of control against a Liuhe realm martial artist. That's not to say that it doesn't have the power to kill a Liuhe realm martial artist. But its attack method seems to be a rigid straight line. As long as a martial artist with good light skills can continuously dodge and approach before the wielder of this weapon launches an attack, its effect can be greatly weakened."
Lao Qian told Shen Wanjun all the conclusions he had drawn from his observations. After Shen Wanjun tried to play with it again for a while, he put the Desert Eagle on the table next to him and got back to the point:
"No matter what it is, it is Shen Liang's own business. Mr. Qian, I hope you can explain to me why you want Shen Liang to be hurt."
Lao Qian replied to Shen Wanjun's question.
"On the day I was crowned, even though I was not on the mountain, I still knew what kind of medicine you sold in Shen Wanjun's gourd. That boy Shen Yu was determined to practice Buddhism in Jinchan Temple. There are only two men in the Shen family, so you are willing to Let your youngest son become a waste?"
His son was unceremoniously called a loser. This was not a good thing for anyone, let alone Shen Wanjun, who loved his youngest son to the core.
"Waste? Why is my son such a waste? He studied under Mr. Cun Chang. His handwriting is so good that no young scholar in the world can compare with it. Not to mention the bad water that has accumulated in his belly for eighteen years. Besides, If you don’t mention it, just say that you are whitewashing yourself as a trash, wouldn’t you have deceived everyone in the world?”
"Besides his natural gift of photographic memory, the various books that he has in his mind can't even be described as rich as a scholar. There are hundreds of them. As long as he is willing to look at them and can read them, if you pick out one, he will If you can’t recite it from top to bottom, I, Shen Wanjun, can use my head as a chamber pot for you!”
"besides……"
Shen Wanjun prepared to refute Lao Qian's argument with facts, but was impatiently interrupted by Lao Qian midway.
"Yes, yes, what you said is all nonsense. Let me ask you, even if he has a thousand or ten thousand kinds of cleverness, is it enough to sit at the head of the Great Yan Dynasty's kings with different surnames?"
"I'm too lazy to say anything else. Let's just say that if I wanted to kill him, would it be possible for your 800,000 Shen family troops to still surround him like a swarm of flies every day? With his temperament, would he be willing?"
Shen Wanjun fell silent when asked.
But the old money is not over yet.
A lazy look suddenly became as powerful as a sword rising into the sky!
"Shen Wanjun, from the day Shen Yu became a monk, it was destined that Shen Liang would not be a waste with a closed mind for the rest of his life!"
