Daishan took the order and didn't bother to talk to Huang Taiji and Mang Gurtai when he left the palace.
He really felt a little headache.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Why do you need to bring me with you if you two are going to fight?
Huang Taiji and Mang Gurtai glared at each other and walked out of the palace with their heads held high.
Back at Baylor Mansion, Huang Taiji hurriedly found Fan Wencheng and asked in a face-to-face manner:
"Mr. Fan, was it you who did what happened yesterday?"
Fan Wencheng looked confused and asked: "Didn't Sibeile ask someone to do it?"
For a moment, the two people stared at each other, and then they realized that things were not that simple.
The disappearance of Qisha had nothing to do with either of them!
Huang Taiji frowned and walked back and forth in the room, murmuring;
"Did Hei Xuan do it?"
Fan Wencheng could only shake his head, because although he proposed the sticky pole, the entire establishment of the sticky pole was personally handled by Huang Taiji.
Heixuan is the leader of the Niangan people. He is a very mysterious figure. Even Fan Wencheng knows very little about him.
There is also the Seven Kills. I only know that it is very powerful. As for where it comes from, Fan Wencheng has no idea at all.
He thought for a while and said to Huang Taiji:
"You might as well ask Hei Xuan and hear what he has to say."
Huang Taiji slowly shook his head and said, "He really did it, and he won't admit it even if you ask him. If he didn't do it, let Daishan investigate."
Hearing this, Fan Wencheng nodded and said with a smile: "That's very good. No matter how Qisha leaves the prison, it will ruin Mang Gurtai's face. In this contest, Sibeile will definitely win."
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Sticky rod.
A skinny old man closed his eyes and sat quietly on the futon. His face was dark and skinny, but his figure sitting on the futon was as tall as a pine tree.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, looked at Qisha in front of him and said:
"If you can't stay in Shengjing City any longer, go to Daming."
"Going to Daming?"
Qisha looked at the old man in front of him with a look of astonishment on his face.
The old man nodded slowly, "Yes, go to Beijing in the Ming Dynasty and become a night watchman."
Hearing this, Qisha's face became even more shocked, and he shouted in surprise:
"Master, do you really want me to be a night watchman of the Ming Dynasty?"
"Yes, that's exactly it."
The old man said with certainty: "I don't know how many Ming Dynasty's Jin Yiwei hidden people are there in Shengjing City. It is said that it is rude to come and go without reciprocating. We should also mix some sand into the Ming Dynasty's Jin Yiwei."
"But didn't we already have so many sticky people rushing to Ming Dynasty a year ago?"
Qisha asked without knowing why.
The old man shook his head and sneered: "How can those people compare with you? Remember, you are going to be a night watchman. It is best to get close to the old guy Hua Fangfang."
"Flowers bloom?"
Qisha screamed in surprise again, his face full of disbelief.
Everyone knows that the most famous organization in the Ming Dynasty is called Jinyiwei, but few people know that there is another organization called Night Watch that is even more mysterious and terrifying.
There are four major organizations in the Night Watch, namely White Tiger Hall, Wuying Division, Fenglei Pavilion and Qingtian Sword, and the leader of the Night Watch is the old man named Hua Fangfang.
Seeing Qisha's surprised look, the old man couldn't help but let out a weird laugh, sighed and said:
"Hua Fangfang, Hua Fangfang, I, Hei Xuan, want you to repay me twice as much for the revenge you gave me with that palm."
That's right, this person is Hei Xuan, the leader of Sticky Stick and the master of Qisha.
He looked at Qisha and warned:
"There are four major leaders in the Night Watch. You must remember clearly. They are White Tiger Murong Lie, Xuanwu Nangongcheng, Zhuque Yan Xiaoxiao and Qinglong Lei Zhentian. These four people are in charge of the White Tiger Hall, Wuying Division, and Qingtian Sword respectively. He Feng Lei Pavilion.”
Hearing this, Qisha looked confused and asked hesitantly:
"Master, what do these four major organizations do?"
Hei Xuan stood up and walked around and said:
"The White Tiger Hall has a trade-off with the military. There is a very powerful cavalry under the hall, called the Tiger Cavalry. There are every five hundred people in the Tiger Cavalry. Each of them is wearing white clothes and heavy armor, and they wear firearms. They are more powerful than Guan Ning of the Ming Dynasty. The cavalry is only strong but not weak."
"The Wuying Division specializes in covert investigation and spying on intelligence. Not only are there a lot of experts in the division, but there are also capable people who are proficient in the art of mechanism."
"The Qingtian Sword only obeys the orders of the emperor and Hua Fangfang, acts without going through the court, and has the exclusive privilege of being arbitrary. It is an invisible sharp blade in the hands of the Ming Emperor."
"Fenglei Pavilion is the research and manufacturing center for Daming firearms. It is responsible for the manufacturing and supply of firearms in various parts of the Ming Dynasty. Its leader Lei Zhentian is the head of the Daming firearms family."
Heixuan finished speaking in one breath, but Qisha was still dumbfounded and murmured: "Didn't the Ming Dynasty only have one Jin Yiwei? When did so many powerful organizations appear again?"
Hei Xuan was silent for a while, then sighed, "If it weren't for that old guy Hua Fangfang, maybe the Ming Dynasty wouldn't have so many powerful things."
Qisha looked at Hei Xuan's appearance and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Master, do you know that Hua Fangfang?"
Hei Xuan chuckled and said, "Not only do we know each other, if it hadn't been for his palm back then, I wouldn't have had to hide in this bitter cold place in the Northeast for half my life."
Qisha opened his mouth, but didn't say a word for a long time. He had vaguely guessed that Hei Xuan asked him to go to Beijing just to enter the Night Watch, get close to Hua Fangfang, and finally achieve the purpose of revenge.
Hei Xuan stared at Qisha, his expression became extremely serious, and he said solemnly: "Although you are a Han, don't forget who rescued you from the dead."
Qisha lowered his hands and said, "Master's kindness in saving lives and raising me will be unforgettable to Qisha."
Hei Xuan nodded and then said: "There is our stickman in Beijing. He will contact you when the time comes."
Qisha bowed to accept the order, turned around and walked out.
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Ming Dynasty, Beijing City.
Wei Zhongxian looked at the Jin Yiwei commander Wu Wanli in front of him and asked:
"How about the blood transfusion method? Old Sun Tou is still thinking about it."
Wu Wanli shook his head: "The news coming back from Shengjing City said that Huang Taiji attached great importance to this and kicked out all the Han imperial doctors on the day he taught the blood transfusion method, so this matter has not yet been fulfilled."
"What should I do?"
Wei Zhongxian wiped his bare chin, frowned and said, "It's hard to explain to Lao Suntou."
That day, he patted his chest in front of Sun Chengzong and said that even the snacks in the Shengjing Palace could be easily obtained. Now if the blood transfusion method is delayed in being delivered to Sun Chengzong, he will lose face.
"Nine thousand years old, don't worry."
Wu Wanli said: "The blood exchange method will eventually be used in the army. When the war starts, my Jin Yiwei's secrets in the Jin army will naturally be easily obtained. There is no need to rush."
Hearing this, Wei Zhongxian said angrily: "You know what a ball! If we wait until the war resumes to get the blood exchange method, I don't know how many more soldiers of the Ming Dynasty will die!"
Wu Wanli always knew that Wei Zhongxian was uneducated and a rough guy, so he didn't care about Wei Zhongxian's foul language. He went on to say:
"I, Jin Yiwei, have investigated the Han child clearly. He is the child of a doctor in Guanning City. It is said that this method was obtained by him encountering the God of Medicine by chance in the mountains and receiving the guidance of the God of Medicine.
Later, he rescued Dorgon and became opposite-sex brothers with Dorgon..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Wanli was interrupted by Wei Zhongxian.
"Don't talk about that useless thing. Let's ask you, when can we get the blood transfusion method?"
Wu Wanli was choked and said with a sad face:
"Originally, I wanted to take the child back to the Ming Dynasty, but who knew that the Niangan people actually arranged a Niangan man beside him as a guard, and he was also protected by the Niangan people secretly, so he didn't dare to act rashly."
"Don't talk about that useless thing. Let's ask you, when can we get the blood transfusion method?"
Wei Zhongxian became a repeater, and he still said the same thing.
Wu Wanli wiped the sweat from his forehead, thought for a while, and said hesitantly: "How about asking the flower dean to take action."
Hua Fangfang, the former president of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, is now the Imperial College’s Imperial College.
Everyone in the world knows that he is the top leader of the Imperial Academy and a knowledgeable scholar, but few people know that he is the helmsman of the most mysterious and terrifying night watchman in the Ming Dynasty.
Upon hearing this name, Wei Zhongxian jumped up like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on, and screamed:
"If you want to go ahead, we don't dare to mess with that old monster."
Wu Wanli couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. He was just a commander of the Jin Yiwei. He sounded awesome, but in Hua Fangfang's eyes, he was not worth mentioning. If he was asked to find Hua Fangfang, he had to look at that person. The old man was unhappy.
Seeing Wu Wanli looking troubled, Wei Zhongxian glared and said again:
"Don't talk about that useless thing. Let's ask you, when can we get the blood transfusion method?"
Wu Wanli's head was buzzing, he bowed to Wei Zhongxian, and ran out without looking back.
