surnamed Wang

At the palace wall, a figure was fleeing rapidly, and behind him was a flying sword not far or near.

Feijian seemed to be mocking, and hummed from time to time.Yan was so bitter in his heart that he didn't dare to slacken his feet. From the beginning, he had tried many methods, but he couldn't get rid of this flying sword like a tarsal maggot.

Even if Yan Li ran into the narrow alley, the flying sword seemed to be intelligent, and flew directly into the air to look down on him, just like an eagle playing with a rabbit.

Even if he hides behind the wall, that slender dagger can swoop through the wall in one swoop, and the aura remains undiminished after that...

Along the way, he was almost at the end of his rope. At this moment, the number one assassin in Eastern Han Dynasty felt so aggrieved that he wanted to vomit blood.

For an assassin, escaping should be commonplace, but Yan Li has only escaped in such embarrassment four times in his life.

Once in the Imperial City of Beitu, when he failed to assassinate the little prince Battelle, he was besieged by Qingwei; Wang Bingquan chased him down with a flying sword.

Just as he was thinking, the flying sword seemed to be tired of playing with it at last, and the blade hummed again, bursting out at an unprecedented speed, and ruthlessly swept towards the person in front of him.

At this moment, Yan Li had just turned over the palace wall and was about to escape from the palace when his body suddenly stopped.

Yan Li lowered his head in astonishment, looked at the clothes gradually soaked in blood, smiled bitterly, and fell directly to the wall.

The flying sword that completed everything shook violently in the air, shaking off the blood on the sword body, turned the tip of the sword, and flew towards the palace.

Outside the palace wall, the man whose chest had been pierced by a sword stood up with difficulty. He tried his best to cover the pierced chest, but he still couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

His vision became blurred again, and at this moment, the eastern sky had begun to glow, and the sky was filled with rays of light.

The man held on to the palace wall and staggered towards the rising sun. As he walked away, a shocking bloodstain was left on the palace wall.

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Above the palace, the living Buddhas from the two great temples, the east and the west, were almost evenly matched.

The rosary on the wrist of the old monk of Donghan collapsed as early as the first collision between the two, and the cuff of the left hand of the female Dharma queen of the Western Regions was also torn off. Demeanor.

The giant arhat statue and the huge rosette complement each other, and the next moment, the two of them took a step almost at the same time, and the rosette and the arhat collided fiercely.

A roar that resounded through the sky resounded from the sky above the royal palace. The sound was not abrupt, and even a little low-pitched, but it instantly expanded the range of [-] steps that did not leave a blade of grass to nearly a hundred steps.

Within a hundred steps, the palace wall, which was as thick as one zhang, cracked inch by inch, and the rubble in the center where the two of them were located, which should have been crushed beyond crushing, was directly turned into dust.

The father and son of the Chu family, who were standing on the high-rise building in the distance, couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw the frightening formation of the gods fighting for the first time.

Chu Buxiu's heart continued to bleed even more, the head of the family knew that Chai Migui was expensive, and within a short while, half of the treasury was wiped out.

Chu Lichun on the side also frowned, dissatisfied:
"Look at what I said, they're all bald, and it's hard to tell who's who!"

Chu Buxiu twitched his face when he heard this, and resisted the urge to slap the other party's face.

After the collision between the rosette in the air and the arhat, the color became much darker, and the two people in it had blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.

The old monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his finger, glanced at it and said:
"Men Di, it seems that you and I are the same, it is still too early to become a Buddha."

The female Dharma King remained expressionless, and did not wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. She continued to point forward with her hand, and rushed forward with the lotus platform.

"Don't fight anymore, General Wen has made up his mind, and if you fight, it will be in vain."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to the other party, turned around, and walked away.

Chu Buxiu in the distance just heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, but was almost overwhelmed by his own son's words:

"Hey, why don't you fight? If you break it, you won't be allowed to pay for it."

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On the ninth floor of Zique Pavilion, the counselor in white looked at the terrifying scene outside through the hole in the wall, and said calmly:
"The masters of both Buddhism and Taoism have always been mysterious. The world only hears that there will be a rising immortal every hundred years in the Taoist system, who wields a sword and descends demons and calls the wind and rain, but they don't know that the Buddha of Shimen seems to have nothing to do with the world, but in fact, he is more terrifying than a real Taoist in his anger. many."

Wang Qingquan said lightly:

"The truth is nothing more than five words, don't provoke women."

The old Confucian scholar was taken aback when he heard the words, and then burst out laughing:

"Hahaha, as expected of the prince, I summed it up very well. In this life, the old man can be said to have committed crimes against women."

There are wine glasses in front of the two of them at the moment, and in the glasses is Xinghua Village, which is so precious to Wenjiang on weekdays. The little book boy is standing at the entrance of the cave with a face full of shock, stretching his neck and looking at the fighting skills in the distant sky.

After seeing the old monk put away the photo, the little boy showed a little regret just like Chu Lichun, and muttered something like "you don't need to pay for it".

Looking at the little book boy's regretful expression, the first minister of Donghan, who was over fifty years old, couldn't help but smile.

"So, you didn't have a family until now?" Wang Gangquan picked up the wine glass and put it down again, and asked calmly.

The old Confucian scholar shook his head, drank the wine in his glass, and sighed:
"Ever since I was robbed of the love of my life by that person, I have been thinking of revenge all my heart, and it was only when I was old that I realized that I didn't even have an heir in my life.

I remember that when we were young, we were no different from brothers from other families. We went up the mountain and down the river together to make troubles together. At that time, my father was not some general Anbei, but an ordinary merchant, living a prosperous and stable life.

My elder brother is called Pan Tiezhu, with a cheap name and easy to support. When it was my turn to name me, my mother refused to agree, saying that it can no longer be done like this.

My father searched the books for several days but couldn't come up with a decent name. Finally, he asked the teacher in the house to give him one. My name is Pan Yuanwen, and his name is Pan Yuanzheng.

At that time, he was just the illegitimate son of his father outside. Naturally, my mother would not give him any good looks. On the contrary, my elder brother and I valued this younger brother more. How could a child know what a concubine is born? He only knows that the three of them are breaking bones A close brother. "

The old Confucian scholar said this with a smile on his face, as if recalling that good time.

Wang Quanquan said calmly:

"It's a good name to be posthumously named Wenzheng."

The old man poured wine for himself again, drank it all in one gulp, and said:
"Who said it wasn't? It's just that we two brothers calculated and calculated, and in the end, neither of us got the title.

Although he committed suicide by hanging himself, he won the second most beautiful posthumous posthumous title of 'Wen Zhong', which is no regret.There is no posthumous title in Donghan, even if I shamelessly impose a Wenzheng on myself, I am afraid that I will not be able to convince the scholars of the world.

On this point alone, I have completely lost to him, not to mention his layout of the thousands of miles of grass, snakes and gray lines.

There are already countless spies in the Eastern Han court. If the prince wants to kill me, he doesn't even need to do it himself, just use one or two dead men.

Do your best to obey the destiny, my little brother has done everything to the extreme. "

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