The inn had collapsed, and eleven of the nineteen horses were dead.
Eight of the eleven people at the post station were knocked unconscious. Only the post officer Liu Pheasant and the two post soldiers were still conscious by chance. They just sat in the ruins with dust on their faces and were stunned.
Mr. Li was also sitting in the ruins. The sword on the door panel was thrown aside. He had a folding gun stuck in his chest. Blood had stained half of his body. The ground beneath him was also stained red. Frost and thunder were still there. Sizzling sound.
"Cough cough cough..."
He coughed violently, his life had passed to the end, and he looked at Xin Zhuo with difficulty. The humiliation and resentment on his face completely disappeared, leaving only calmness, and his voice was hoarse and weak: "I... have two questions..."
Xin Zhuo squatted down and asked: "Answer my question first, what is the paper talisman you used before? Why is it so powerful? Why didn't you use it just now?"
If it weren't for the fear of the paper talisman, he would never have chased her all the way and waited until Mrs. Li was seriously injured before taking action.
"That's... the great master... half-step little venerable's great power talisman of heaven and earth. It's used to save lives... I only have one..."
"I see, the method you used was not very good, and the timing was not good. I should have used it better than you. What a pity! If you have any questions, just ask!"
"First... why did your meridians reunite... and your realm advanced so quickly..." Li Fuzi coughed again, and more blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Xin Zhuo replied: "Because I am a genius, we got together quickly."
Li Fuzi was silent, looking at him intently, as if trying to get a clue from his face, then gave up and asked the second question: "What is your...infuriating energy...?"
Xin Zhuo replied again: "It's true energy."
There's nothing wrong with this answer, it's really infuriating.
Li Fuzi has already died, with humiliation and anger on his face, and he is not closing his eyes. This is not because of the humiliation of being killed by a little bandit who could be crushed to death at will, but... you are not willing to tell me the truth before you die. .
Xin Zhuo looked at his right hand, where he was holding a paper talisman that he had not yet crushed. Maybe Mr. Li was planning to trick him before he died, but he died suddenly from the sudden fire and forgot to pinch it?
He picked up the paper talisman, searched the pear master again, and confirmed that this was the only one. He put it away and sighed: "Everyone is dishonest, you can't blame me!"
Then he carried the three-petal body on his back and walked into the distance, quickly disappearing into the mountains and rivers.
It wasn't until he was very far away that the three of them stood up in confusion and looked at the ruins around them in a daze.
"These two are fifth-grade masters, right?" asked a postman.
Liu Zhi couldn't tell, but he still nodded heavily: "Yes!"
The postman asked again: "Why is that young man so scary at such a young age?"
Liu Pheasant said: "He just said he was a genius, didn't you hear?"
…
The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Andu!
Autumn Wind Academy.
In the pavilion built with precious brown kudzu wood, two koi carp jumped to the water surface in the lotus pond, rolled and played, touched the lotus leaves, and made ripples.
At the end of the pavilion road beside the pool, there is an elegant waterside pavilion, in which two people are talking.
An old man wearing a black gauze crown and a tight purple robe, with a tall and tall figure and three long beards. There was no trace of emotion on his square face. He took a breath and said: "Mr. Dongfang has been back for a few months, but are you still getting used to it?"
The person opposite had white beard and hair, but there was no trace of age on his face. He was dressed in an ordinary white master's robe, but his outstretched left hand was covered with age spots. He also said: "A mountain villager, I am used to living a hard life, the late emperor After his death, he had no choice but to drag his broken body and shamelessly come to serve the new king for a few years."
The person opposite still had no expression on his face: "Zuo Cheng asked, where would the Sixth Commander go?"
Mr. Dongfang pondered for a moment, but before he could say anything, he saw a man in a brown official robe from afar, carrying a sword, hurried over, bowed and handed over a piece of blood-stained cloth.
The old man in purple robe took it, glanced at it, and handed it to Mr. Dongfang.
Mr. Dongfang seemed to already know the contents on the piece of cloth without even taking a glance at it. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes that were like old wells for thousands of years, and he was silent for a moment: "I still need to borrow the hands of the supervisor."
The purple-robed old man stroked his beard and pondered for a moment: "Order the five sects of Wudang, Shaolin, Gucang, Lingjian, and Heshan, and the Half-Step Little Grandmaster and Little Grandmaster to take action!"
The man on the side saluted and asked: "Arrest or kill?"
The old man in purple robe looked at Mr. Dongfang, who was speechless and just made a move.
The man on the side looked at the chessboard, understood already, bowed and backed away, and left in a hurry.
…
Nanli State is adjacent to the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is a powerful country with millions of armored men. There are many barbarian witch sects and extremely strong martial arts.
There is actually a large state of Nanli in the territory of Dazhou, which is close to Nanli. It is separated by water from Nanli and has the same roots and ancestors. However, because it was occupied by Dazhou fifty years ago, now it has 300,000 soldiers fighting against it.
Three hundred thousand Zhou troops were commanded by the king of Nanli County.
The king of Nanli County, not to mention his name, just the title alone made everyone in Nanli Kingdom grit their teeth, but they would never dare to cross the "Heavenly Pass" even half a step.
Three thousand Nanli red tassels can kill one hundred thousand soldiers without any blood on them!
In late spring, the fragrant peach and plum blossoms on the trees have faded, but in Nanli County Prince's Mansion, the flowers are still in bloom. As far as the eye can see, there are all famous species in the world.
It is said that the murderous prince, in order to make the daughter of the princess happy who had just returned home, sent powerful soldiers, exhausted seventy-two horses, and transplanted them from various places.
At this moment, the Dongling maid from the small place, holding a plate of watery lychees, walked through the heavily guarded pavilions and entered the backyard.
"Hello, sister Xiang'er!"
"Aunt Su'an!"
"Good luck, Manager Sun!"
After bowing all the way, we finally arrived at an elegant courtyard with rich fragrance of flowers and green bamboos, and saw twelve maids standing upright, being scolded by a serious-faced female steward.
Dong Ling couldn't help but stick out her tongue, lowered her head and was about to go around when the female steward scolded: "Lychees are cold in nature, so don't eat too much. If the princess feels unwell, it will kill you! Also, in the future, You have to call me princess, don’t always be the eldest lady, the eldest lady, there are no rules.”
"knew!"
Dong Ling's face turned pale, and she hurried into a luxuriously decorated women's boudoir. From here, she could already look at the distant city walls and distant mountains, and her vision was extremely broad.
She glanced at the graceful figure sitting in front of the white jade table by the window, dressed in white, with long hair reaching her waist. She put down the lychee and pouted: "Miss, this county prince's palace is so stuffy. There are too many rules. In winter, It’s not comfortable at all to live in the spirit!”
"You didn't go to Jiang's house, where there are more rules!"
Su Miaojin wore some makeup, and two strands of blue silk fell to her cheeks. She was dressed in a lazy way, but her beauty was unworldly.
Dong Ling was stunned when he saw the eldest lady painting. He stepped forward to take a look curiously and found that the painting was a young man in coarse linen clothes. He couldn't help but said: "Ah! Miss eldest lady, are you painting Xin Zhuo again? "
Su Miaojin stopped the last stroke, picked up the painting and handed it to her: "Have you seen Xin Zhuo? Does it look like it?"
Dong Ling looked at it for a while and tapped her chin with her finger: "It's very similar. The eldest lady is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but not like that little thief Xin Zhuo, who only fights and robs!"
Su Miaojin shook her head and chuckled, seeming to say to herself: "I always feel that Xin Zhuo... is the one from the Jiang family. His appearance is similar to that of the Western Qin County King, and he is about the same age. He really looks like him in every way. Try it. Bar……"
Before Dong Ling could ask doubtfully, she had already called out softly: "Aunt Hong?"
The female steward who was scolding the maid hurriedly came over and saluted respectfully and without fault: "My slave is here!"
Su Miaojin rolled up the scroll, stuffed it into the envelope that had been prepared, and handed it over: "Eight hundred miles urgent, send it to Jiang's house!"
Aunt Hong was stunned for a moment: "The princess has canceled her engagement with the Jiang family, why..."
Su Miaojin's face was expressionless.
Aunt Hong immediately received the letter: "Here!"
