No one knows that many years ago, Wang Zhixuan, who had not yet become the Minister of Justice, was just an ordinary martial artist unknown in the countryside.
It wasn't until that year that he met his current teacher Fang Guogong that he truly entered the battlefield and officialdom.
"After staying in the officialdom for a long time, my mind is haggard, and my cultivation has naturally declined." Wang Zhixuan showed a slightly bitter smile.
"As your cultivation goes down, your ambition goes up."
The old man showed a trace of ridicule and sneered: "Do you want to be the minister of Conglong in the future, or what? Are you thinking about the position of prime minister?"
With these words, Wang Zhixuan's face also showed panic, and his eyes flickered.
Old Duke Fang slammed the table and cursed: "You fucking think I'm confused? Don't you know what you're doing secretly? I'm so confused! I'm so confused!"
The old man said angrily: "In today's Tang Dynasty, even I dare not say that I can carefully figure out the thoughts of the Holy Emperor, let alone the future situation. What's wrong with you, a mere minister in the Sixth Department? You think you are capable? You have climbed up to the third level. The prince’s big tree, are you really not afraid of dying without knowing how?!”
Wang Zhixuan bit his lip and said tremblingly: "It is precisely because I don't know that I need to do something."
When Fang Laoguo heard this, he took a deep look at the student in front of him whom he had not seen for a long time. He was silent for a long time, but he still said the same three words, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
Wang Zhixuan closed his eyes slightly, knelt down on the spot, kowtowed to the old man in front of him three times, and said calmly: "The deal is done, and the student can roughly guess the outcome. No matter what, I will bear the responsibility."
Old Duke Fang clenched his fists and sighed helplessly.
The middle-aged man, who has been involved in the officialdom of the lobby for many years, finally said: "If a student does something that insults the teacher's reputation, he will not be able to call you teacher in the future. I hope that the old man will not worry about Zhixuan in the future."
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Countless mansions gathered in the south of the city, all of which were residences of prestigious officials in the Tang Dynasty.
As the Minister of Justice, he also has an exquisite house, and there are dozens of servants in the house.
It's just that it's a bit deserted today. All the servants have been given leave and sent home to rest.
Wang Zhixuan returned to the mansion from the Duke's Mansion and sat quietly in the lobby. He made himself a bottle of wine and a plate of fried soybeans, tasting them slowly.
This is almost the first time such a scene has happened in so many years. Wang Zhixuan even has no heirs because he is too busy.
A large house was deserted and looked particularly withered.
Footsteps sounded from outside.
A young man wearing a luxurious silk shirt walked in.
He put his hands behind his back, and moved a dark red diamond-shaped dagger up and down in his right hand behind his back. There was a long and narrow scar on his handsome face, which looked particularly ferocious, but there was an indifferent look of contempt in his long and narrow eyes.
Wang Zhixuan took a big gulp of a bowl of wine and asked with a smile, "Who can I ask?"
The young man said lazily: "Qingcheng, Wei Boyang."
Wang Zhixuan's eyes flickered. After a moment of silence, he shook his head helplessly and said slightly, "I didn't expect the Third Prince to ask you to come... You really think highly of me."
The young man scratched his ears and said calmly: "The superiors know that you have some martial arts background, which is pretty good. Although to me... it's all the same, but they still want to do it cleanly."
Wei Boyang twisted the small sword, blew on it, and said, "You know, these people always have crooked hearts."
"It is an honor for me to allow Wei Boyang, who is invincible in the world of divine movement, to take action personally." γuhuguO
When Wang Zhixuan returned to the house, he took off his official robe and put on a loose and comfortable black military uniform.
From the moment Shen Yu survived, he had already expected the current result.
All clues will eventually converge on him, and only by complete death will these clues be severed.
Only one death.
He could predict it,
And Duke Fang naturally knew better, so he had the previous conversation.
At this moment, he walked out of the lobby and stood in the center of the courtyard. A coercion that no official had ever seen since entering the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty radiated from his body.
The room was full of momentum.
Seeing this scene, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I have heard for a long time that Mr. Wang reached the fifth realm of martial arts when he was less than twenty years old, and even had vague signs of entering the sixth realm. Looking at it now, it is unthinkable. What a gift."
Wei Boyang shook his head and said: "It's a pity. If you had been practicing until now, maybe I would be a bit troublesome now."
"When I first learned boxing, my master told me a truth."
Wang Zhixuan smiled casually and said: "The size of the fist in your hand is a way of telling the rules of heaven and earth. You can't retreat when you encounter an enemy, and you can't retreat when you encounter a strong enemy. After so many years..."
The middle-aged official looked to the horizon and murmured softly: "Finally, I want to pick it up and try it."
Wei Boyang crossed his arms and said casually, "I'll give you a chance."
Wang Zhixuan was not polite, his body sank, his fists were clenched tightly, and streams of majestic spiritual power gathered into the wind.
boom!
Punch out.
All the green bricks on the ground between the two exploded and shattered into gravel.
The young man frowned slightly, and a cyan light curtain appeared out of thin air half an inch in front of him.
The fist energy hit the light screen, and the pouring wind of the fist instantly smashed the entire house into pieces. However, the young man's figure remained motionless, as steady as a green pine.
Wang Zhixuan looked calm and took a light step forward.
Thunder rises from the ground!
Wang Zhixuan's figure flashed to Wei Boyang's side in an instant, his fists were like thunder, and countless fist shadows were thrown forward.
Boom!
Those cyan light curtains became darker and darker under countless collisions, and they were shaking to pieces.
A smile spread across the corners of the young man's mouth, and the sword on his fingertips trembled slightly.
The snow-white slender sword energy came overwhelmingly and turned into cold wind in mid-air, turning into ice and snow. The cold breath instantly blew away the fist intention and completely enveloped the entire courtyard.
