"Shang Kexi is really planning to take a long-term approach to catch big fish this time..."
The ancient trees in the courtyard of Guangxiao Temple are towering, even more vicissitudes of life in the rainy and cold mist. Jiang Wen leaned on the bell tower and looked from a distance. In a moment, he had identified the seemingly empty monks' dormitory next to the sparse myrobalan tree. There are many vague and uncertain shadows.
The murderous intention hidden in the myrobalan forest is self-evident, reflecting the cold light like a sharp blade in the night.
Jiang Wen took a detour here just to take a look and confirm whether the situation in Guangxiao Temple was different from what he had guessed, so that he could go to where he really wanted to go with peace of mind.
This matter is important, but it has nothing to do with the overall situation.
The circumstances of Shang Kexi's assassination are unclear. Upon closer inspection, it is not only the deliberate concealment of Pingnan Palace, but also the shadows of the gangster. Those in high positions are usually unwilling to directly offend these desperadoes, just because they don’t want to be on guard against sudden cold arrows from the dark. Therefore, Shang Kexi secretly detained the martial arts people in other courtyards and tortured them, probably in order to draw out the real people. assassin.
If in the previous city of Fuzhou, what Jiang Wen felt was a chess game of vertical and horizontal chess, now under the unclear water surface of Guangzhou Prefecture is a fishing bureau. Experts from Pingnan Palace have sprinkled scented bait and laid out silk threads. Waiting for the prey to bite.
If a real person from the martial arts community came here today, they would never hesitate to sacrifice their lives. Naturally, they would get angry and splash blood on five steps, just to make Shang Kexi's face dull - but in Jiang Wen's eyes, breaking into Guangxiao Temple like this What can be done?
Should he save the people in the martial arts world to make the reputation of "Junzi Sword" more famous, and write the word "Xia" with the blood and tears of the people in the city? Or should I, after finding out the truth about the assassination, hold the assassin's head and flatter Shang Kexi, so that I can step up the ladder by stepping on the corpses on the ground?
To put it more seriously, he could even break into the Chinese army camp with one sword and one man, and find Shang Kexi's head hanging on the tower. But what is the next step? Will it still happen again the tragedy of the two kings entering Guangdong ten years ago? , causing Guangzhou Li Shu to once again fall into a sea of blood.
If he had been given enough time, Jiang Wen could have done things more beautifully, appropriately and calmly.
Jiang Wen's original plan was to use various means to suppress Pingnan Palace and take the opportunity to let Jingnan Palace reach out here.
As long as his "good apprentice" Geng Jingzhong can seize the vassal and succeed to the throne, the city of Guangzhou will one day be brought under his wing without any bloodshed. Later, the Geng family relies on the strategy of "raising the bandits to respect themselves" and contacts the big rebel Zheng Chenggong. As a whole, there is no doubt that the war can be resolved invisible, and it is not impossible for the Qing court to feel the threat of "Southeast Mutual Protection" in advance.
But there was too little time left for him. Everyone in the city seemed to be in a hurry. There seemed to be a ticking sound hanging high in the sky above Guangzhou City, constantly coming from the lead clouds, so that Jiang Wen did not need to look up. You can all see a ferocious figure poking out its sharp claws in the dark clouds...
"Why are they so anxious..."
Jiang Wen muttered to himself, looking into the distance again.
Nowadays, Guangxiao Temple is surrounded like an iron barrel, and there are ambushes from the royal palace overtly and covertly. It is unknown what kind of dragnet has been laid, but what Jiang Wen is most concerned about is the Hongyi Firearms Battalion in Dulaosankou. At this time, even though he found that there were only twenty or thirty people, it still didn't make him feel at ease.
In other words, the emergence of Hongyi firearms had awakened Jiang Wen far more than the assassination of Shang Kexi itself.
Even though Jiang Wen had not come into direct contact with the firearms of this era, he knew the true power to a certain extent and was confident that he could seal the opponent's throat with a sword before he opened fire. After all, the popular matchlock guns at this time were not only limited in power but also accurate. The temperature is not high, and you still need to rely on the weather for food. When it comes to windy and rainy days, you will get stuck miserably.
However, Hongyi’s firearms were the guns provided by the Dutch East India Company. They may have entered the fusillade era and used technologically upgraded spring-wheel muskets. The officers and soldiers only had to pull the trigger, and the flying steel wheels would fire. When the hammer hits flint, the ammunition can be fired quickly, greatly improving the shooting speed and stealth.
Although such a weapon may not be a threat to Jiang Wen, it is enough to cause great damage to ordinary martial arts people. Once the joints, chest and abdomen, eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other vital parts are hit, they will be gone. Death is not far away.
If such weapons were equipped in large quantities, even if one could escape from the city of Guangzhou, people since Hung Man Ting, Yan Wing Chun, and Yuan Ziyi would never be able to survive the concentrated fire, let alone the civilians in the city.
Jiang Wen didn't like to move around, but the particularity of the era he was born in gave him information processing and associative abilities that far exceeded those of people in the world. Many important information had clearly emerged in his mind.
Hongyi means the entry of the Netherlands, the Netherlands means the Dutch East India Company, and the Dutch East India Company means maritime hegemony. The Dutch have been competing with the Zheng family for maritime supremacy for more than ten years. They always want to wash away the Liaoluo Bay. The humiliation of losing to Zheng Zhilong, and at this time the two sides were about to meet at war for Penghu and Taiwan...
With reminders from himself and Chen Jinnan, Zheng Chenggong's vanguard was probably fighting the Dutch. At this time, the Dutch Red Barbarians were secretly communicating with Shang Kexi in Guangzhou, most likely to drive away the wolf and the tiger, and to work together to strangle Zheng Chenggong's maritime power.
Because in Jiang Wen's eyes, Zheng Chenggong's survival was not only related to the implementation of his Southeast Plan, but also meant the future of that isolated overseas territory.
The Qing army's iron cavalry conquest was terrifying enough, and the Dutch Red Barbarian fleet encirclement and suppression could just make up for the Qing court's lack of familiarity with water warfare. Such a dangerous situation was chilling. Once he encountered multiple strangulations at home and abroad, it would be equivalent to In an already precarious situation, someone put a knife to his neck
——Perhaps this is why the assassin decided to assassinate Shang Kexi regardless of the situation.
His eyes flashed coldly in the cold night. Jiang Wen had already prepared for the worst. If Zheng Chenggong was defeated because of his butterfly effect, even if he was left alone in the future, Jiang Wen would have to cross the sea with his sword and save the place. Take it back completely!
A gust of cold wind and rain hit his face, causing the blazing fire in Jiang Wen's eyes to slowly fade, and finally turned into a deep sigh. He knew that although Guangxiao Zen Temple was the culprit, the key to finding out the truth was not here.
The voice slowly fell silent. For a moment, Jiang Wen disappeared, the ambush troops lurked, and the wind and rain fell all around. The night rain in front of me is as clear as the world, but the Cangshan Mountain in the distance is as dull and unconscious as an old monk. There is only one figure who is patient and motionless, thinking deeply and listening to all things in the world.
That is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva enshrined in the bell tower.
A clay sculpture lowered its eyebrows and said nothing, holding a vibrating tin Zen staff in one hand to open the gate of hell, and holding a Mani orb in the other to illuminate sentient beings. At this time, it was facing Jiang Wen with a half-smiling face. The Bodhisattva had not yet opened his eyes, but he had already peeped. The mysteries of the world.
There were many pillars on the corridor, and Jiang Wen couldn't help but think about the great power of this Bodhisattva. At the same time, he lamented how he could cultivate such magical powers, so as to save himself from the hardships of ups and downs. Suddenly he remembered with laughter and laughter that in fact, in his own hands , there is also a "Mani Orb".
It's a pity that the Mani Pearl in his hand is just a poisonous scourge. Being in the Saha world, he is like a blind man trying to grasp an elephant. When he first came to the world of Ming and Qing Dynasties, he had never met Sakyamuni Buddha. He told himself to be in Sakyamuni. After Jia is destroyed, before Maitreya is born, he can save all sentient beings and save all suffering.
But there are some things that need not be said.
After Jiang Wen left Guangxiao Temple, he went straight north.
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There is a magnificent mansion at the foot of Yuexiu Mountain. In front of the screen wall is a spacious and flat place where many cars and horses can be parked. Outside the door are a pair of white marble lions two feet high standing on the left and right of the door. The retaining walls made of water-polished blue bricks extend to both sides. Several feet long, firmly holding the east-west direction.
Further inside, there is a main door and three entrance doors, all of which are painted with large copper rivets inlaid with red gold beasts and copper rings. The square brick corridor at the entrance is more than fifty feet long, with rows of banyan trees on both sides, which is a welcome sight.
But the strange thing is that in such a magnificent mansion, a flat field suddenly appeared. Half an acre of field is separated by rows of soil ridges. The soil ridges are filled with various crops, making people suddenly wander into a farmhouse. hospital.
At this time, every sprout is covered with rainwater, as if it is greedily sucking nutrients, eager to grow vigorously in the spring.
I saw a simple thatched hut built in the open space, barely big enough to shelter from the wind and rain. Li Xinghe, dressed as a warlock, was huddled in the house in a silk robe, absent-mindedly pushing a hand grinder, with a fire burning under his eyes. pot of hot water.
This hand mill is composed of two upper and lower grinding discs. The upper one is thicker and heavier than the lower one. This is necessary to have strong pressure on the abrasive materials when grinding. There is a small one-inch square hole drilled in the wall of the upper grinding wheel. Li Xinghe was at this time Without saying a word, he skillfully filled the grinding hole with plump soybeans. Soon pure white new pulp flowed down and was slowly poured into a large bowl.
"It's really beyond my imagination that Mr. Li is so elegant."
A voice sounded deep in the empty room, which frightened Li Xinghe so much that he almost knocked his hands to the ground. He turned around and quickly looked at the corner of the room behind him, and sure enough he found a smiling figure standing still.
Li Xinghe only hesitated for a moment, and he instantly remembered the owner of the voice, and at the same time, he also remembered the way he killed people without batting an eyelid while talking and laughing. Cold sweat suddenly broke out from his forehead, but he sat still.
"Master Jiang...how did you..."
Before Li Xinghe finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Wen.
"How come I wasn't stopped by the master ambushing me at the door?"
Jiang Wen seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The rainwater on his body was still dripping slowly, but there was no trace of water on the dry land of the thatched house at his feet. It was as if he appeared in front of Li Xinghe out of thin air. "I don't have that level of skill." As for taking it seriously."
Li Xinghe seemed confused as to how to answer, but Jiang Wen took the initiative to relieve his worries.
"Master Li, don't be offended. We didn't know each other before, and we had a friendship of giving generous gifts. Besides, I have been in seclusion with my sword recently and cannot use force. I am determined not to harm you."
The identity of the Prince of Jingnan is a good protection, which is enough to paint Jiang Wen with a layer of color that is neither black nor white, making it difficult to understand why he is here.
"I just want to ask something when I come here. Master Li must not hesitate to give me advice."
Li Xinghe was silent for a moment, and then said to Jiang Wen with relief: "In that case, please sit down, Master Jiang. Although Li is superficial and ignorant, he must know everything he knows."
He took the initiative to lower his voice when he spoke. At this time, two strong Taoist boys, dressed as farmers, were working in the dark in the fields not far away. They were unable to notice that there was an extra person in the room. Li Xinghe's move was also a proactive expression. Goodwill, proving that he will not take the initiative to expose Jiang Wen's existence.
The boiling water in front of him was already scalding hot. Li Xinghe motioned for Jiang Wen to sit down in front of him. His expression and voice sounded like he had expected someone to come.
"Dr. Jiang is here for the assassination of Prince Shang, right?"
Jiang Wen sat down safely and looked at him with a smile without saying a word.
"Aren't you going to ask me how I know?"
Li Xinghe added a piece of firewood with some self-deprecation, and almost put out the fire with his clumsiness, "Because, I originally planned this matter. Of course I know how you will react."
Li Xinghe's words were ordinary, as if he had just done a small thing of serving tea and pouring water, and he didn't care about the meaning contained in this sentence.
Jiang Wen couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and whispered: "Zhenren Li is really funny in conversation. Could it be that you are going to say that you have been anti-Qing for a long time? It's gratifying that you deliberately stooped to assassinate me before, but in fact you are a huge loyal minister at heart." ?”
"Would you believe it if I said so?"
Li Xinghe looked at Jiang Wen, his eyes full of helplessness and sadness.
"Master Jiang, I don't need to lie to you now. I planned this incident, and Prince Shang also nodded in agreement, but there was a little mistake..."
Li Xinghe spread his hands and pointed at the bare walls of the surrounding households.
"Otherwise, as Master Li Xinghe, how could I be reduced to living in a thatched cottage and farming on my own?"
Li Xinghe told Jiang Wen that in fact, the so-called assassination incident three days ago was actually a strategy he dedicated to Shang Kexi as the mastermind.
Shang Ke is happy to know that since the establishment of the Three Feuds, there have been countless people who want to break this situation, whether it is for promotion, revenge or a share of the pie. But now that the power of the Geng family is gradually becoming more and more stable, and the Wu family's contributions are immeasurable over time, I, the Pingnan King, will undoubtedly become the focus of attention, and his every move will attract countless eyes.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Pingnan Palace had become the weakest link in the chain.
Shang Kexi lamented more than once that the city of Guangzhou is like a volcano. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, but there will eventually be a moment when the earth collapses. At that time, he, the Pingnan King, will be blown to pieces and will be destroyed forever.
Li Xinghe saw Shang Kexi's worries, so he came up with a plan to pretend to be assassinated, hoping to take this opportunity to blast out the evil-minded people in the city, and then take the opportunity to catch them all, so that he could naturally sit back and relax in the future.
But on the day when the plan was implemented, Shang Kexi also went to Guangxiao Temple early to offer incense as planned. At this time, the assassin who arranged the performance disappeared. Instead, a group of murderous real assassins appeared around him. One of them even drew his sword and slashed along the way. He was so unstoppable that he almost killed Shang Kexi with his sword.
"So you asked King Pingnan to pretend to be assassinated, but he was almost killed?"
Jiang Wen couldn't believe this statement. After all, there was no doubt that something was behind this. Only a real assassin could grasp Shang Kexi's whereabouts so accurately, which caused him to almost die in the West after he faked it.
So the question is, who knew the news and reported it?
Jiang Wen looked at Li Xinghe.
Li Xinghe said with a wry smile: "So I can't explain it clearly. I proposed the strategy, and I arranged the place. Zen Master Tianran and I are the only two people who know clearly about this matter. Do you think I am wronged by the accusation to Prince Shang?" is that useful?"
It seems very obvious. First of all, there is no doubt that Li Xinghe is the biggest suspect.
The most likely possibility of the whole thing is that he, Mr. Li, had ulterior motives and wanted to murder Shang Kexi, and he almost succeeded in the way Meng De offered the knife. What is even more frightening is that if he had succeeded that day, then Shang Kexi would have died no matter what. Blame it on him.
The other suspect is Zen Master Tianran. After all, Zen Master Tianran also knows about this matter.
But he would rather block the sword with his body to save Shang Kexi. Afterwards, he took the responsibility of leaking the secret on himself and discouraged Shang Kexi from indiscriminately expanding the arrest. In this way, the suspicion of Zen Master Tianran was minimized.
Jiang Wen then thought about it and realized that there was another person who knew about this - that was Shang Kexi himself.
But how could Shang Kexi assassinate himself? Where does this dark art of war master offer his head?
"Zhenren Li has been wronged. It's obviously not your fault."
Jiang Wen patted him on the shoulder unceremoniously, "If you do this yourself, it will be like having lice on a monk's head. Success or failure in the end is a matter of death."
Li Xinghe waved his hand quite freely.
"Of course Prince Shang knew this matter well, so he spared the villain's life. Unfortunately, this plan was ultimately caused by me. I can't escape the death penalty, so I can only be punished to work here."
What Li Xinghe said about Shang Kexi was quite interesting.
Shang Kexi told him that the crime this time was too big to be offset by merit, so he first rewarded him with a few bags of brown rice, soybeans, pickles and bacon, and ordered him to kill everyone in Pingnan Palace and even Guangzhou City in the next year. No one could sell him a grain of grain, and anyone who disobeyed military orders would be killed without mercy. He was forced to make a living by farming on his own, and if he did not starve to death, his merits would be considered complete, and he could be reinstated.
"Master Jiang, I don't have anything to entertain you in my humble house. All I have left is the tofu I made myself. Do you want to taste it together?"
Li Xinghe was reduced to a thatched hut, and all his previous fame and wealth were gone. Now he looked like a respected man. His speech was neither humble nor overbearing, and his previous groveling and flattering appearance had been reduced. .
Li Xinghe opened a piece of gauze and revealed the gypsum tofu he had just made. He saw that it was all white and tender. He took out a piece, cut it and threw it into the boiling water. The tofu soon rose and fell in the pot, giving off a smell of beans. The unique fragrance of the product.
Li Xinghe picked up the bowl and looked at the pot eagerly, his stomach growling unsatisfactorily, "Fortunately, I learned some tofu making skills in my early years, otherwise, if I eat brown rice with boiled beans every day, my intestines would be gone within ten days and a half." Gotta eat and clothe.”
The snow-white tofu was cooked as soon as it was boiled in hot water. Li Xinghe immediately opened another clay pot, took out the fermented pickles, put them into the pot and boiled them together. The salty aroma filled the room immediately, making people's fingers twitch.
Seeing that the heat was just right, Li Xinghe hurriedly served himself a bowl. As he ate, he sighed repeatedly, "When the spinach in my yard grows up, I will stir-fry it. The spinach and tofu that looks like emerald white jade will be more delicious."
After saying that, he swallowed softly and ate all the tofu in a hurry.
"Nonsense, spinach and tofu shouldn't be done like this."
Jiang Wen looked at the gypsum tofu floating in the pot, took a bowl and said, "After boiling the spinach, you must first soak it in ice water to preserve its color and sweetness. Then drain the spinach, cut it, overlap it, and shape it into pieces. It is columnar, dipped in white sesame seeds on one side, and served with fresh sauce on the other side, so it tastes right when eaten with soft tofu.”
Li Xinghe praised while scooping up the tofu from the pot, "I didn't expect Master Jiang to be so knowledgeable. I will definitely try this method when the spinach harvest is harvested, and I will ask you for advice then!"
Jiang Wen took a bite and felt that it was extremely smooth in the mouth. It was obvious that even though Li Xinghe was trapped in a thatched cottage, he still followed the rules. Only by carefully filtering the soy milk over and over could he have such a smooth taste.
"Everything in the world has the same principles. The more ordinary the dish, the more it shows the skill of the chef. The more ordinary the boxing technique, the more it shows the skill of a person."
After Jiang Wen finished eating, he put down his bowl and looked at the empty hot pot with a little regret.
Li Xinghe was still savoring it carefully, as if he couldn't let go of the delicacies in front of him. After a long time, he sighed with unknown meaning: "Daxia Jiang is known as the 'Junzi Sword' in the world. He behaves like a gentleman. Aren't you worried that I will take the opportunity to poison you?" "
"Poison? Is this necessary?"
Jiang Wen looked at him disapprovingly, then opened his mouth and said something that frightened him.
"I know that Mr. Li will not kill people just because of a slight suspicion, just like when you helped Prince Shang secretly dig up the ancient tombs of Nanyue Kingdom, he didn't take the opportunity to kill you to silence you."
With a clang, the bowl in Li Xinghe's hand fell to the ground, but Jiang Wen took out a very familiar piece of jade from his arms.
"Master, you should be very familiar with this thing, right? In my humble opinion, you should have brought this thing and the Fangzhu jade cup given by Prince Rishang from the tomb of the King of Nanyue, right?"
Jiang Wen's voice was very low, but every word was clearly audible. Every time he breathed, the horror in Li Xinghe's eyes worsened. Until the last word dissipated in the air, the smile on Li Xinghe's face slowly Resurfaced.
"Dr. Jiang really has a good eye."
Li Xinghe actually admitted it graciously, "I feel ashamed to say it. I just remembered that I am no longer Master Li, so naturally I don't need any dignity. To be honest, I traveled with my master in Jianghuai and learned all kinds of skills, which makes me feel proud. The hero is laughing."
"Then the skill of ordering tofu was also learned from the master?" Jiang Wen asked curiously.
Li Xinghe shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That's not true. I learned this craft from my family, but I only remember the basics of farming and cooking."
Jiang Wen turned to look at him.
"His superficial skills can make King Pingnan value the real person so much. I guess King Pingnan is not a person who covets those antiques and magic arts, right?"
Li Xinghe said noncommittally: "Master Jiang, I don't have to hide some things now, so I'm not afraid of you knowing. In addition to wanting to find a geomantic treasure land a hundred years from now, Mr. Shang is also very interested in the ancient ruins of Guangzhou City. He usually indulges in I show off my power just because I want to find something good."
Li Xinghe might have been imprisoned for a few days and was quite disheartened. At this time, when he saw Jiang Wen, he was talking about other things like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.
"There are too many bizarre things in Guangzhou Prefecture. Prince Shang must have seen it with his own eyes before he hoped that I could find out the truth. If nothing else, look at the ordinary Xianggang Mountain and the prosperous City God Temple, which are all over the city. The Liumai Canal, the deserted Kuang Clan Temple, the Nanhai Temple with flat tides and vast seas, during the thousands of years from Zhao Tuo City to Guangzhou City, who knows how many unexplainable things are hidden under this city. thing……"
Li Xinghe became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, pointing to the swaying shadows of the trees outside the door on the cold night, "Today the tomb of the King of Nanyue has not yet been found, and I found that even the lush myrobalan forest in Guangxiao Temple, Mr. Shang was frightened every time he went there. , If it were not for the liberation of Zen Zen Master Buddhism, I would not be able to live peacefully every night."
"For peace of mind? Is this why King Pingnan excavated the tomb of the Nanyue King? How did you know the location of the king's tomb?"
Jiang Wen obviously couldn't believe this statement.
Li Xinghe said proudly: "The location here has been recorded in "Taiping Guangji" for a long time, but people in the world are careless in reading and can't understand it."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Wen suddenly said: "So, is King Pingnan currently stationed at Guangxiao Temple?"
His expression was originally well controlled, and he started telling stories again to distract Jiang Wen, but this kind of thing had happened to him before. How could Jiang Wen be fooled again now?
The moment Li Xinghe heard this sentence, he closed his mouth as if he was electrocuted. His eyes showed a look of fear and anger, but the answer was self-evident.
Jiang Wen's face showed a clear look. Shang Kexi was indeed there. He was worthy of being a vassal king who was killed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He dared to sit in the crisis as soon as he survived the assassination, and remained unchanged in response to all changes. This approach had the opposite effect. Let the people who still want to assassinate him throw themselves into fear and dare not step into this open conspiracy.
"Zhenren Li, I still have something to ask you. I hope you can answer me truthfully."
At this time, Jiang Wen no longer tried to hide his pretense of glory, and slowly asked the question he had been preparing for a long time, "Who is the person that King Pingnan fears the most? Is it possible to let him know this inside story?" Will King Pingnan, who is the leader among thousands of people, obey his advice?"
Beads of sweat began to roll down Li Xinghe's forehead. Facing Jiang Wen's oppressive eyes, he seemed to have returned to the scene that day at the Beidi Temple, and his speech was no longer fluent.
"Master Jiang... are you kidding me? Apart from respecting the emperor and caring about the people... how can the old prince of Pingnan be afraid of anyone?"
Li Xinghe was still unwilling to answer the question, but his expression clearly showed that he knew about it and was well aware of the consequences of telling it. Therefore, he refused to say a word even to death, so he had no choice but to do He looked as if he was ready to die.
"Dr. Jiang, I really don't know about this, but can I tell you another piece of news?"
Li Xinghe bit the bullet and said to Jiang Wen, "In addition to digging out the ancient tomb of an unknown Nanyue king in Xianggang, I also dug out a tomb of a vassal king with extraordinary regulations. Although these two places were not what Prince Shang was looking for. The tomb of Zhao Tuo, Emperor Wu of South Vietnam, but the treasures inside are priceless, so heroes can take them."
Jiang Wen was unmoved, and his disgust towards the person in front of him became stronger, but he said with a half-smile: "Where did the vassal king of South Vietnam come from? Are you trying to deceive me?"
Li Xinghe hurriedly swore and said: "It's absolutely true. The word 'Cangwu' is written on the tombstone. Now it can be presumed that it is the tomb of Zhao Tuo's younger brother, Cangwu King Zhao Guang. His fiefdom was far away in Guangxi at that time, but he didn't want to go there. Buried secretly in Panyu City!"
Historical records record that in 183 BC, the Nanyue King Zhao Tuo defeated Queen Anyang, the leader of the Cangwu tribe, and named his younger brother Zhao Guang the Cangwu King. After Zhao Guang was granted the title, he began to build the royal city and named it after the local tribe's "Cangwu". Until the Han Dynasty conquered South Vietnam, Zhao Guang was still in power and controlled the Cangwu area. Therefore, there was only one King Cangwu in history, and it is indeed unlikely to admit his mistake.
"Interesting, interesting!"
Jiang Wen clapped his hands and said, grabbing Li Xinghe's shoulders, "Since Mr. Li is so knowledgeable, for example, he can lead the way for Jiang, and when I find the treasure, I will let you go back safe and sound. What do you think?"
Hearing this, Li Xinghe had a look of despair on his face. He put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate. He looked at the cold wind and rain outside the house with a sad expression. He shook most of the washed soybeans in the clay pot, and the sound was clanging. ring.
"Now that Master Jiang has spoken, I can't do anything about it. I just ask the Taoist boy to grind these beans so that they can be made into tofu to prevent his disciples from starving to death when they come back. What do you think?"
When the Taoist boy outside the door heard the sound, he was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. He was staggering towards the thatched house. But when they suddenly approached, they saw an unknown person looking at them from many places in the house. They were immediately frightened. I had to throw away the hoe in my hand, turn around and run towards the field.
Jiang Wen shook his head helplessly and turned his back to look at Li Xinghe who was guarding the hand mill.
"Zhenren Li, you two Taoist boys are still so timid. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you today. Why don't we leave quickly?"
Jiang Wen looked at Li Xinghe with a smile, but found that Li Xinghe also looked at him with a smile.
"Master Jiang, what are you talking about? Aren't they back now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wen only felt two fierce forces from behind reaching him. He was being attacked from both sides by a long and far-reaching Kung Fu. He had to take half a step back and suffered two blows!
He took advantage of the situation and was about to turn around, but found that the two figures punched out like the wind. With skillful use, they gathered together to form and dispersed to form the wind. Their combined attacks were like white apes. For a moment, Jiang Wen's martial arts realm also There is no way to find a flaw and get out.
"What a move!"
Jiang Wen suddenly praised that the uniqueness of this Kung Fu was no accident, and it was indeed a good word.
When the two men threw off their raincoats and bamboo hats and suddenly looked up, they were not the two unshaven, farmer-looking Taoist boys that Li Xinghe had originally seen, but two young masters with bulging temples and dazzling eyes. It actually made him somewhat familiar!
"Master Jiang, I had already expected that we would meet again since we met at Beidi Temple. Since you have no intention of going to Guangxiao Temple today, let these two imperial guards accompany you to stay in the palace to recuperate."
After Li Xinghe pulled the mechanism, the two young masters also retreated. A carefully crafted barbed wire instantly fell on the roof, trapping Jiang Wen in it.
"Zhenren Li, you can really surprise me."
Jiang Wen was trapped in the barbed wire fence and was motionless. He neither touched the hilt of the sword at his waist nor had any intention of using his fists or kicks. He just stood there in a leisurely manner.
"Since I've had enough food and wine today, I won't stay any longer and say goodbye!"
Jiang Wen immediately mobilized his inner strength and wanted to soar into the sky. Two masters quickly stepped forward and grabbed the barbed wire, trying to pull Jiang Wen back to the ground. They grabbed one end with one hand and started to spin in a circle, holding Jiang Wen firmly. Tied in a net.
But the next second they realized that this was just a feint, and suddenly they realized that the strength in their hands was gone. The strength they had exerted disappeared for a moment, and then suddenly appeared out of thin air, and came towards them like a rolling wave. The iron net could not be grasped for an instant. Then he broke free from his hand.
"Towing and moving is not a violation of the precepts. It's just a game of yours. Mr. Li, it's time for us to set off."
There were more footsteps outside the door, but Jiang Wen didn't look back. After finishing his words, he floated up, reached out and grabbed Li Xinghe's shoulders, and disappeared into the wind and rain.
