This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 39

Looking at the blacksmith's shop with the door closed, Lu Yuanzhi's expression was a little dignified.

Although he now wears a standard saber between his crotch, he really dare not slack off.

His eyes were extremely solemn. Although he found a suitable saber in the county government when he approached, he knew what he was missing.

Combat experience.

What Lu Yuanzhi lacked was combat experience.

He doesn't even know how to break through, let alone his combat experience with reclamation land?
All we can rely on now is the crowd tactics.

Now the four masters in the county government are all in place.

No, to be precise, it should be three locks and half a land reclamation.

Lu Yuanzhi only broke through the reclamation zone at noon yesterday, and he didn't have any combat experience that the reclamation zone should have, so it can only be regarded as half.

And the reclamation realm is indeed a warrior within the normal range, not as perverted as a high-ranking warrior, and far from the category of ignoring crowd tactics, so Lu Yuanzhi is still confident in this battle.

Hai Rui got off the tall horse steadily. As Dayong's Tanhua Lang, his uncle Junzi Liuyi did not fall behind in any of them, and his riding skills were even more outstanding, which was not bad compared to ordinary martial arts.

Moreover, such things as horses are not very precious in Chongbei County in the northern Xinjiang of Dayong. Although the majestic car of the majestic county is not a BMW, it is still a horse.

In the previous life, it was at the level of the BMW Daben.

Everyone stared at the unopened door, and Lu Yuanzhi also looked at his uncle, waiting for his uncle to give orders. At this time, everyone dared not breathe aloud. Not a single fool knew that he should not startle the snake.

Hai Rui was not in a hurry, he looked solemnly at the closed door of the blacksmith shop in front of him, and an inexplicable feeling flashed in his heart.

For two days in a row, there were murders every day.

It happened to be the occasion of Jingchao again.

The uncle was very angry, but fortunately, a relative and nephew calmed him down.

Thinking of this, Hai Rui smiled at Lu Yuanzhi, with a trace of satisfaction in the smile.

If it wasn't for Lu Yuanzhi, Hai Rui could have solved both murder cases so quickly?
It's just that Lu Yuanzhi was a little confused by this smile, what kind of expression is this uncle?
Could it be that you are conveying some special order to me?

Unable to figure it out, Lu Yuanzhi simply stopped thinking about it. He lightly cupped his fists and asked softly, "My lord, what are you doing now?"

In the presence of outsiders, Lu Yuanzhi's usual style is to give his uncle enough face, so that his majesty is absolutely inviolable.

When Hai Rui heard this, the aunt's smile disappeared, replaced by a serious face.

He looked at the small door, and gently spit out one or two majestic words from the corner of his mouth:

"Attack the goal!"

Wu Zhaoyun leaned helplessly on Ju Lei's shoulder.

Looking at the city wall that was getting further and further away, his pale face let out a soft breath.

A big stone in my heart slowly fell down.

"This restoration of the formation can protect our Dayong border for another three years."

A trace of relief flashed across Wu Zhaoyun's pale but handsome face, and he murmured softly.

"My lord, why is this so? I remember when you set up this formation 20 years ago, didn't you say that this formation could keep Da Yong peaceful forever?"

Ju Lei looked at the exhausted appearance of his master Hou, and an imperceptible distress flashed across his simple and honest face.

This is Dayong's most honorable Marquis.

Wu Zhaoyun smiled coldly, "Your master underestimated the ambitions of those savages."

Those guys who eat people but don't spit out their bones have never stopped thinking about invading Dayong for a day.

When Ju Lei heard the word Manzi, a rare sternness appeared on his simple and honest face, and the man like an iron tower snorted coldly:
"If you dare to come one, you dare to ask them to die."

"Hehe, there are indeed a few fish that escaped the net, but they are all insignificant and small characters."

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Wu Zhaoyun's face: "None of those old men dare not lean on the master's formation."

The Confucian frontier defense formation is the top-level formation created by Wu Zhaoyun, the mighty Marquis Wu Zhaoyun, since he broke through the third grade of Confucian military art.

The higher the rank of the foreign race, the greater the damage it receives.

Ju Lei also cast an admiring look at Wu Zhaoyun at the right time, his gaze was respect from the heart.

Master Hou's talent for Confucianism and Taoism was something even the dean of Qinghe Academy was amazed at.

A gust of wind blows.

Ju Lei's ears twitched slightly, followed by a vigilant look on his face, staring behind a big tree with the thickness of a three-person circle on the side of the road.

"Who?!!"

With a stride, Ju Lei protected Wu Zhaoyun behind him, staring at the big tree.

The expression on Wu Zhaoyun's face also became serious.

Although Ju Lei is not very smart, he is a solid high-quality warrior. Since he has discovered something is wrong, there is no need to doubt it.

"If you don't come out, you will die."

Ju Lei's tower-like body suddenly became a little swollen, and a breath-taking aura radiated out with a bang, flowing all along the air towards the big tree, causing the environment around the big tree to be a little distorted.

Russian hectares.

A figure slowly squeezed out from behind the big tree.

"Also ask Master Wu to accept the supernatural powers."

With some difficulty, that figure clasped its fists and bowed in the direction of Ju Lei.

His face turned red, obviously he was oppressed by the might of the giant beating just now.

I saw that the man was about 35 or six years old, over nine feet tall, and was dressed in black brocade clothes.

A huge tiger head is embroidered on the shoulder, and the tiger head is golden.

On the left waist is a tiger head handle, a three-foot wide knife, and a ring at the back of the scabbard, with several black beads on the ring.

On the right waist hangs a jade pendant full of white jade. On the white jade pendant, Yin engraved on the jade can be vaguely seen, and wind patterns are engraved around the Yin characters.

It formed a sharp contrast with his black brocade suit.

Seeing this man's attire, Wu Zhaoyun's face flashed a trace of teasing.

"Pei Yinlang's person? Or a Feng Pei?"

Peiyinlang Yamen in the capital.

In the whole Dayong, no one knows, no one knows.

Streetwalker Peiyin is in danger, so he is ordered to accept the imperial power!
In just one sentence, we can see the status of Peiyinlang Yamen in the capital.

See what this person is wearing.The hostility on Ju Lei's face disappeared, but he just looked at the person who appeared indifferently, and the inexplicable power on his body also dissipated.

As the pressure on Ju Lei disappeared, the man's face became much better.

He looked at Wu Zhaoyun solemnly, bowed his body deeply, and clasped his fists:

"Pei Yinlang, who is humble, admires Zhang Shenxing, and has met Lord Hou."

Wu Zhaoyun looked at Zhang Shenxing's respectful face, but he was not in a hurry to get him up, but just looked at him with interest: "Why are you coming to the Northland?"

(End of this chapter)