Chapter 1,279 King Sharon’s Fist

Style: Historical Author: Li PoshanWords: 2137Update Time: 24/01/18 17:13:13
Only in the early morning of the next day, the three thousand Xishu guards marched towards Lizhou again against the white-belly sky.

What left Xu Mu speechless was that yesterday he was cutting meat to get the letter, but now, Su Chen was just like a normal person, riding a horse with Si Hu.

"Brother Sheng has been wronged, and he will be the one to open the way again."

"What are you talking about, my lord?" Chen Sheng smiled, "If you have anything to do, just leave it to me."

Among the five horsemen in Wangzhou, only Chen Sheng was determined to go to the battlefield.

Raising his head, Xu Mu was worried. Now he only hopes that the letter sent by Fei Lian will not contain any flaws and will fall into the hands of Chang Laosi intact.

Although Western Shu and Beiyu were fighting each other, neither he nor Chang Laosi wanted the entire Central Plains to make the same mistake as the Demon Queen.

"Brother Mu, let's go!"

"Know."

After withdrawing his thoughts, Xu Mu held the horse's belly and sprinted forward surrounded by a group of guards.



Changyang, Xie Mansion.

Sitting on the stone steps of the side courtyard, Hao Lianzhan opened his mouth and chewed a bunch of candied haws with great interest. Beside him, the follower Chao Tu looked anxious.

"King, I have tried several times to unite Xie Chang's family, but there has been no progress."

"He made it together."

"But the King of Beiyu refuses to meet. With this appearance, he probably wants to avoid the old aristocratic families for the time being. King, if not, directly put forward conditions and let those old aristocratic families cooperate with us -"

Before Chao Tu could finish his words, half a bunch of candied haws had already been thrown into his face.

"Are you a fool?" Hao Linzhan sneered.

"Don't forget, you are now half Sha Rong, half foreigner. Do you think that given some money and wealth, these Central Plains aristocratic families will follow me, a foreigner? Do you really think that this Central Plains family will follow me?" Is the world full of dogs? If that were true, Cangzhou Demon Queen would have succeeded in the first place."

Chao Tu fell silent, not daring to answer.

"What the old family seeks is not just wealth, but the continuity of the family. I, a foreigner, have taken over the Central Plains. Do you think they will help? Will they compromise immediately?"

"It doesn't make sense." Hao Lianzhan said in a dull tone.

He stayed in Xie's Mansion waiting for news for six or seven days, but as his dog said, there was no progress. It's hard to say that the Ling Master in the south has already begun to lay out the situation.

After stretching, Hao Lianzhan stood up and prepared to take steps.

"King, where are you going?"

"After asking clearly, the King of Beiyu in the Central Plains went to Zhongyi Temple today. I want to see him."

Chao Tu looked shocked, probably guessing something.

"King, the King of Beiyu is not easy to mess with...I heard from people that if the tiger in Xishu is not full, it may not be able to defeat him."

"Dog, you are very noisy." Hao Lianzhan frowned, lowered his hand, and pulled directly on Chao Tu's robe, then pulled off a corner of the robe and prepared to use it as pockmarks.

"Do you know, if I hurt him, the old family members will have a chance."

Chao Tu trembled and did not dare to answer. He was originally from the Central Plains, so he naturally knew very well what kind of person the young champion in the inner city was.

Outside the courtyard, Xie Chang just happened to run back. When he heard that Hao Lianzhan was going to take action, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

"Could it be that he brought hundreds of guards?"

"No... At this time, I only brought one General Huwei from Beiyu." Xie Chang said hurriedly.

"Only one person?" Hao Lianchan licked his lips, "You said before that he went to Zhongyi Temple today. And no one is allowed to worship in that temple."

"Indeed, it is the temple of Lord Yuan. If the people want to worship, they can only worship at the sacrificial tripod outside. Only King Beiyu can enter and leave the Zhongyi Temple."

"That's it. Why not sneak in and hurt him? Maybe in the Central Plains, you say he is very powerful. But don't forget that in the Saibei grassland, I, Hao Lianzan, am also a man who fights alone against a pack of wolves."

Chao Tu and Xie Chang looked at each other silently, and they could see a kind of worry in each other's eyes.

Xie Chang hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty, please think deeply. If this doesn't work, I might frighten the snake. It is known to the whole world that the King of Beiyu is both civil and military, and he was previously known as the number one master in the inner city. Back then, he was stabbed in the back by Gongsunzu of Yanzhou, and he even brought eight Thousands of people, the Yanzhou army was killed -"

"I also have such a feat." Hao Lianzhan didn't care, "When you have time, go to the Saibei Grassland and ask how tyrannical I, Hao Lianzhan, am in battle."

Xie Chang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his body was already shaking violently, but he mustered up the courage to persuade him again.

"What I mean is that your Majesty, please think deeply... think deeply. Chang Xiaotang, the King of Beiyu, is really not a simple person."

"What are you thinking about?" Hao Lianchan shook his head. "My way of thinking about things has always been very simple. If anyone blocks the way or something blocks it, destroy it directly. Just hit it. Just like when I was in the grassland before, I kept thinking about it. I entered the Central Plains, but the Beidi Royal Court blocked me——"

Hao Lianzhan grinned, "So, you have also seen that I completely smashed the Beidi Royal Court. If I hadn't been concerned about the Beidi tribes who surrendered, I would have killed all the people of Tuoba's lineage. of."

"Don't think too complicated. This is how the world is. If your fist is big and hard, you can hit it all the way. When I was very young, I already understood this truth. If you are weak, others will bully you, but if you are strong, others will respect you. There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved with fists. If one punch is not enough, then you have to hit it again until it is solved."

Holding the corner of his robe, Hao Lianzhan narrowed his eyes and smiled, and walked out with heavy steps.



"Hey, Master, I forgot to drink again!"

"Chang Wei, you go get a drink as fast as you can!"

Outside the Zhongyi Temple, Chang Shilang only raised his head, took a look at the golden body in the temple from a distance, and felt heartbroken. For a moment, he found that he seemed to be the loneliest person in the world.

"Master, gun, gun, gun!"

Chang Wei, who was about to get a drink, hurriedly threw the pear flower wood bright silver gun he was holding.

"You're such a fool, why don't you go get some drinks with me?"

"Master, I still want to buy roasted meat!"

Changshiro cursed and took the gun. When he thought about it, it suddenly seemed wrong. There were many people nearby offering incense and looking at him with their eyes open.

After coughing twice, Chang Shiro took steps and walked into the temple with a sense of loneliness and loneliness.

"Don't disturb me!" Chang Shiro glared and closed the temple door. When he turned around, the pair of bull's eyes that were originally staring suddenly turned red when he saw the golden statue behind him.

"Little Taotao!"



There are still many people walking on the long street outside Zhongyi Temple.

A sturdy peasant man, who was probably entering the city for the first time, was wearing a dirty linen robe, and his eyes were constantly showing a cold light.

He turned around and looked at a noble man with a sword, with a smile on his face. He just turned around and followed him forward.

Generally speaking, he likes heavy weapons, such as axes and sabers, but now, he is just killing and wounding one person. If he uses a sword, he can just do as the Romans do.

The farmer smiled, lowered his hand coldly, and held the wrinkled linen towel.