Chapter 408
1 stick to death
Chapter 408
Practice is not easy.
One needs aptitude, strong qi and blood, and orderly inheritance to enter the threshold of cultivation.
For example, Yang Xuan, his cultivation was introduced by Yang Lue.
Before he was ten years old, he had a good life, and his food wasn't particularly bad. Yang Lue prescribed small meals for him every now and then, so he had enough energy and blood.
Life became difficult after he was ten years old, but he was able to hunt in the mountains, and the meat of beasts continued to nourish his blood.
He, and the old thief, Wang Laoer and others are amateurs in their cultivation.
What is a professional?
Those who do nothing all day and practice full-time are called professions.
Also called a monk.
Those who can become monks have good natural qualifications, coupled with top-notch skills and powerful masters, they are inherently one step ahead.
Others are studying and doing things, they are cultivating, others are playing with women and drinking, they are cultivating...
Others practice for one hour, they practice for seven or eight hours.
The qualifications are stronger than you, the skills are stronger than you, the master is stronger than your master, and the training time is seven or eight times that of yours...
Facing such an opponent, how good do you think you are?
[-]%?
Pooh!
So after discovering that Zhang Yue and Zhang Yue were monks, Yang Xuan felt that today's test might not be passed.
But who would have thought that after rushing into the village, a group of big men would appear respectfully and call him Mr. Lang.
The sincerity of that look is touching.
The point is, Yang Xuan swore that he saw tears in the eyes of these big men.
This acting skill... If it's just one or two people, it's okay, but dozens of big men all have tears in their eyes, it's not a question of acting skills.
In other words.
This group of people has something to do with me!
And they knelt down.
"You are……"
Yang Xuan dodged a little, and gave the front to the group of big men.
For the first time, Zhang Yue showed a solemn expression.
"It's so thick and bloody, is this a fierce soldier in the army?"
Lin Feibao got up, "I have been ordered to wait for you for many years, and today I learned that you are in danger, so I will come to rescue you."
That cheap daddy's men!
Yang Xuan's heart moved, "Those two are monks."
Lin Feibao turned his eyes, stared at Zhang Yue and Zhang Yue, and said in an understatement tone:
"It's nothing more than chicken and tile dog, don't worry, sir!"
Zhang Yue and Zhang Yue had already stopped, and Fan Ji said in a low voice: "Fifth senior brother, this group of people looks tough, and most of them are from the army, but who has alarmed them?"
"Are you worried about the army covering up?"
"There is no need for a large army, a hundred cavalry appear, and with the help of a crossbow, you and I can only run. It's not that we are invincible, but that we can't kill them all, and there is even a possibility of being injured. Once there are people left alive, the army will surround the Yanshou Palace. It's going to be troublesome."
Zhang Yue looked at Lin Feibao and the others, "The 51 people are all vigorous and vigorous. It seems that they are not planning to flee. You and I will separate later and cover up and kill them from left to right."
"It's easy to say!" Fan Ji whispered: "Fifth Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Brother invited us to take action today, and this person is probably Yang's opponent."
"He mentioned Yang's name earlier, so it can be seen that the two sides have grievances recently."
"This person is the governor of a state. He is so young. His methods and family background are indispensable. Fifth senior brother, if we can't kill him, looking back, Yanshou Palace may be implicated."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Yang will take care of these things." Zhang Yue took a deep breath, "Actually...we can run too!"
Lin Feibao stepped forward, "Surround!"
Dozens of big men were divided into left and right, and started to run wildly holding iron bars.
That speed...
The old thief was dumbfounded, "This... this is faster than a galloping horse."
These big men walked heavily, but their speed was getting faster and faster.
Wang Lao Er suddenly felt flustered, "Tu Gong, what are they capable of?"
Tu Chang shook his head, "I don't know, I think it's the best method."
He looked at Yang Xuan's back, "These people knelt down and called Lang Jun, but obviously Lang Jun didn't know them."
Who are these people?
Tu Chang was puzzled.
The old thief gradually regained his composure.
"Calm down!"
This was the first time he expressed his sense of superiority to Tu Chang, "Tu Gong, calm down!"
"The old man is very calm!"
If Tu Chang hadn't been cut off earlier, if Yang Xuan hadn't pulled him back, he would have become a dead soul under the sword.
This is the most powerful enemy he has encountered in his life, and he still cannot calm down at this moment.
"Senior brother, I can't go anymore." Fan Ji's face turned cold, "These people are not just as simple as thugs."
Zhang Yue sighed, "You still don't understand? These people are so powerful, with heavy footsteps, but fast as a galloping horse. This is the best candidate for the battle and the best guard. How did you appear in Chang'an?"
Fan Ji looked around, "What should we do?"
Zhang Yue said, "Try?"
Fan Ji nodded, "Okay! Maybe they are just putting on airs."
Zhang Yue nodded, "Brother, I will sweep the formation for you."
"it is good!"
Fanji sucked in a breath.
The figure moved so suddenly.
In the eyes of others, he just moved.
But in an instant, he appeared in front of Lin Feibao.
The long sword swung in the air.
Before the sword arrived, a gust of inner breath struck from the air.
laugh!
The sound of breaking through the air was sharp.
Breathtaking.
Lin Feibao easily raised the iron rod and slashed forward.
The long sword wanted to avoid it, but the iron rod changed direction several times in the air.
In the end they came across.
puff!
There was a thunderous whistling sound.
Fan Ji only felt a huge force pouring into his body from the long sword, he couldn't help letting go of his hand, and his body flew out backwards.
The rules of the Longevity Palace.
Sword, don't lose it!
puff!
After a mouthful of blood spewed out, Fan Ji felt his body loosen, and said with a smile: "What a sharp stick technique."
Lin Feibao no longer glanced at him, but looked at Zhang Yue, "Report your name!"
Fan Ji sneered, "Why, do you want to settle the score afterwards? The old man is afraid that you won't be able to count, hey!"
He clutched his chest, feeling that there was something more in his body, ready to move.
The old thief muttered, "Looking at the amazing power of this stick, but only spit out a mouthful of blood?"
Wang Laoer said: "Maybe he vomited after drinking too much."
Two mallets are talking nonsense.
Tu Chang said in a deep voice, "He just hit him casually."
"So I underestimate the enemy!" Facing this group of tough men, the old thief also felt a sense of crisis similar to that of Wang Laoer.
Tu Chang shook his head, "Look, the old man thinks it's not that simple."
Fan Ji rubbed his chest, "Let's just let go of today's matter, how about it? From now on, you and I... the road will be open to the sky, and each side will go to the other side. This old man swears that he will stay away from Yang Xuan from now on. If he violates this oath, his soul will perish."
Zhang Yue looked at Yang Xuan, "Junior Brother, there is no need to panic, the worst is to protrude!"
Fan Ji nodded, "Okay!"
Lin Feibao asked: "It's almost there?"
"what?"
Fankey asked.
"I said..." Lin Feibao looked at him, "The previous stick could have killed you with a single blow, but you resolutely let go of your strength, so those internal breaths slowed down a bit. However, it's time to explode now."
Before the words fell, Fan Ji felt a surge of something in his chest and abdomen.
Then, that thing began to spread around the body, rampaging.
He opened his mouth.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
There are bits and pieces flying in the air.
Those were pieces of guts.
Lin Feibao looked at Zhang Yue, "Report your name!"
Old thief: "..."
Second Wang: "Mr. Tu."
Tu Chang, "Don't ask me!"
He was also stunned.
In this small group, he is by far the existence with the highest force value.
He also prided himself on being the patron of this small group.
But now.
This thought, it collapsed!
If this big guy hits with a stick, can the old man block it?
Tu Chang felt that he could block it.
Twice.
three times...
After that, there is a high probability that he will have to be caught without a fight, or be beaten to death with a stick.
Such a character!
Be famous all over the world!
Why is it here?
Why is such a person so respectful to Mr. Lang?
Thinking of his guesses about Yang Xuan, Tu Chang blushed, as if drunk.
Things that I thought were dangerous in the past, now seem less scary.
For example, the ambition of this gentleman!
Fan Ji staggered back, his face was blood red, "Master..."
As soon as the words came out, the breath finally dissipated.
He knelt down slowly and reached out to Zhang Yue for help.
Zhang Yue glanced at him, "Junior brother, have a good journey."
Two lines of tears slid down.
Fan Ji sighed, "Wrong..."
He fell face down and fell heavily.
The cultivator is physically strong, even though he is gone, his body is still twitching.
A big bird stupidly landed on the back of Fan Ji's head, just about to take a bite, to see if the food is delicious.
Zhang Yue swung his long sword lightly.
With a snap, the big bird fell to the ground, its legs spread apart, its feathers exploded, and it flew around in fluttering waves.
The old thief shuddered, "Mr. Lang, could it be that they... are left behind by that one?"
Yang Xuan was dumbfounded.
He didn't know either.
But judging from the movements of the big men kneeling down and the tears in their eyes, it is almost the same.
Facing the two monks earlier, they could only run for their lives in embarrassment.
But as soon as Lin Feibao and the others came out...the damn thing beat one of them to death with a stick.
What level is this?
The point is, that old man left such a master, why didn't he use it himself?
Yang Xuan was puzzled.
That night of filial piety to the emperor ordered Yiniang to take him away in a basket, and then came the bloody night.
Where were these big men?
At least protect the filial emperor and kill the Chang'an city!
But this idea is just a thought. Now that Yang Xuan has seen more, he knows that there are many loopholes.
At that time, the guards in Chang'an were not watchdogs. Once an attack broke out and the army encircled and suppressed them, who could escape?
Then, why not fight back... Damn, if Emperor Xuande and Emperor Wu wanted to kill him, he wouldn't struggle?
Yang Xuan was full of doubts, but he didn't know who to ask for answers.
Yang Lue didn't know the existence of these people, Yang Xuan could be sure of this, otherwise he would not be able to struggle alone in the northern border, and he would have to get some big men to protect him first.
So, how did they discover my existence, and how did they suddenly appear in a crisis.
Yang Xuan felt a pair of eyes staring at him.
But it wasn't malicious anyway.
Over there, Zhang Yue caressed his beard and smiled, "I won't mention the old man's name, I just want to ask Yang Shijun, the old man has not caused any harm to Yang Shijun today. The so-called enemy should be solved rather than knotted. When you are a great talent, you will naturally know this truth..."
Yang Xuan thought to himself that since these people are kneeling towards him, then I'll try their attitude.
He asked Zhang Yue: "I have enmity with you?"
When Yang Xuan spoke, Lin Feibao bowed slightly, like a servant.
The old thief gasped, "It must be."
This kind of expert can find a place to seek refuge at random, and guarantee that the Patriarch will treat him politely.
But Lin Feibao's attitude towards Yang Xuan was like that of a servant towards his master.
Damn!
If it wasn't the one who stayed behind, the old man turned his eyes... No, the old man will never marry a wife in this life!
Lin Feibao suddenly looked back at the old thief.
Hey!
This person's five senses are still so sharp.
With people like this, the old man's status with Lang Jun will decline... It can be said that it is just around the corner.
But when he thought of his ability to be a thief, his self-confidence suddenly stretched a little.
It's like a stock curve in another world, going up...and down.
Lin Feibao cast his eyes on Tu Chang, "A monk is a monk, and a strong general is a strong general. You use battle marksmanship. If you go to the battlefield, you can fight side by side with me!"
Tu Chang cupped his hands, "Tu Chang!"
Lin Feibao cupped his hands, "Lin Feibao!"
Yang Xuan understood a little bit, a battle formation is a battle formation, and monks are monks.On the battlefield, Tu Chang is like a fish in water, but the monk is not as good as him.
But Wang Er Er forgot his troubles and said, "Old thief, you said he could kill that guy with a stick?"
"I don't know, I have to try!"
Holding the long sword, Zhang Yue said: "This old man was born outside the country, and there are as many masters in the school as stars. If the two sides quarrel...these big men are all good players, and Yang Shijun will feel very distressed if he loses one person. In this case, why not What about giving up?"
"Finished?" Yang Xuan asked.
Zhang Yue smiled with a fairy air, "What do you think Yang Shijun?"
Yang Xuan said: "It's not uncommon to use my friend's servant to lure me here. But the servant knew my identity, but he dared to lead the way. It can be seen that it is not just as simple as bribery, if not, it will be early. It’s just the internal response. There are only a handful of people in Chang’an who can do this and have this kind of thought.”
"Then, will you tell me who made you wait to ambush me?"
Zhang Yue smiled wryly, "You said it all."
"Say!" Yang Xuan shouted suddenly.
Zhang Yue sighed, "It's Mrs. Yang."
"Who?"
"Yang Hui."
"where from?"
"Longevity Palace, the old man's sixth junior brother."
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, "Can someone from the Yang family come forward?"
If you become a monk, you are not a person in the world of mortals.
Friends and relatives from the past, I'm sorry, I'll be fine in the future...don't come looking for me if you have anything to do.
You have to ask us what we are going to do... to find the way!
From then on, we will have a farewell to the world of mortals.
The avenue is facing the sky, each side walks.
Zhang Yue shook his head.
"The old man is really cunning."
The Yang family has many masters, but Yang Songcheng refuses to use them, because he doesn't want to intensify the conflict.
Everyone has torn their faces, what will happen to the Zhou family?
What will happen to the emperor!
What will happen to northern Xinjiang?
Yang Songcheng had to think about it.
As for the reactions of all parties after Yang Xuan's death...
Many times, when people are there, friendship is there.
When the person is gone, the friendship becomes duckweed, and it disappears after a wave.
Don't overestimate your status in the hearts of others, this is what Yang Xuan learned long ago.
"Then, what use are you to me?" Yang Xuan asked with a smile.
Zhang Yue tidied up his clothes and bowed his hands solemnly.
"The old man is willing to serve the envoy!"
Yang Xuan waved his hand.
Looking at Lin Feibao.
"Kill him!"
Lin Feibao shouted: "Lang Junling, kill him!"
A big man flew over fiercely, and the iron rod struck in the air.
"There is something to say!"
Zhang Yue shouted: "The old man is willing to be a slave!"
Bah!
He blocked the stick.
The second big man flew over.
Bah!
Zhang Yue took a step back.
Bah!
Each of the big men seemed to be reading, they specially flashed past Yang Xuan's body, and then rushed forward, slapping him with a stick!
puff!
Zhang Yue spurted a few mouthfuls of blood, stumbled back, and stretched out his hand towards Yang Xuan.
"Shijun Yang...have mercy!"
puff!
An iron rod pierced through his chest and was pulled out immediately.
The big men turned around and lined up.
Yang Xuan asked: "Who are you waiting for?"
Zhang Yue knelt down, covering the hole in his chest, and saw that the big men had finished forming.
Then kneel down.
"Qiu Longwei, I have met Mr. Lang!"
(End of this chapter)
Practice is not easy.
One needs aptitude, strong qi and blood, and orderly inheritance to enter the threshold of cultivation.
For example, Yang Xuan, his cultivation was introduced by Yang Lue.
Before he was ten years old, he had a good life, and his food wasn't particularly bad. Yang Lue prescribed small meals for him every now and then, so he had enough energy and blood.
Life became difficult after he was ten years old, but he was able to hunt in the mountains, and the meat of beasts continued to nourish his blood.
He, and the old thief, Wang Laoer and others are amateurs in their cultivation.
What is a professional?
Those who do nothing all day and practice full-time are called professions.
Also called a monk.
Those who can become monks have good natural qualifications, coupled with top-notch skills and powerful masters, they are inherently one step ahead.
Others are studying and doing things, they are cultivating, others are playing with women and drinking, they are cultivating...
Others practice for one hour, they practice for seven or eight hours.
The qualifications are stronger than you, the skills are stronger than you, the master is stronger than your master, and the training time is seven or eight times that of yours...
Facing such an opponent, how good do you think you are?
[-]%?
Pooh!
So after discovering that Zhang Yue and Zhang Yue were monks, Yang Xuan felt that today's test might not be passed.
But who would have thought that after rushing into the village, a group of big men would appear respectfully and call him Mr. Lang.
The sincerity of that look is touching.
The point is, Yang Xuan swore that he saw tears in the eyes of these big men.
This acting skill... If it's just one or two people, it's okay, but dozens of big men all have tears in their eyes, it's not a question of acting skills.
In other words.
This group of people has something to do with me!
And they knelt down.
"You are……"
Yang Xuan dodged a little, and gave the front to the group of big men.
For the first time, Zhang Yue showed a solemn expression.
"It's so thick and bloody, is this a fierce soldier in the army?"
Lin Feibao got up, "I have been ordered to wait for you for many years, and today I learned that you are in danger, so I will come to rescue you."
That cheap daddy's men!
Yang Xuan's heart moved, "Those two are monks."
Lin Feibao turned his eyes, stared at Zhang Yue and Zhang Yue, and said in an understatement tone:
"It's nothing more than chicken and tile dog, don't worry, sir!"
Zhang Yue and Zhang Yue had already stopped, and Fan Ji said in a low voice: "Fifth senior brother, this group of people looks tough, and most of them are from the army, but who has alarmed them?"
"Are you worried about the army covering up?"
"There is no need for a large army, a hundred cavalry appear, and with the help of a crossbow, you and I can only run. It's not that we are invincible, but that we can't kill them all, and there is even a possibility of being injured. Once there are people left alive, the army will surround the Yanshou Palace. It's going to be troublesome."
Zhang Yue looked at Lin Feibao and the others, "The 51 people are all vigorous and vigorous. It seems that they are not planning to flee. You and I will separate later and cover up and kill them from left to right."
"It's easy to say!" Fan Ji whispered: "Fifth Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Brother invited us to take action today, and this person is probably Yang's opponent."
"He mentioned Yang's name earlier, so it can be seen that the two sides have grievances recently."
"This person is the governor of a state. He is so young. His methods and family background are indispensable. Fifth senior brother, if we can't kill him, looking back, Yanshou Palace may be implicated."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Yang will take care of these things." Zhang Yue took a deep breath, "Actually...we can run too!"
Lin Feibao stepped forward, "Surround!"
Dozens of big men were divided into left and right, and started to run wildly holding iron bars.
That speed...
The old thief was dumbfounded, "This... this is faster than a galloping horse."
These big men walked heavily, but their speed was getting faster and faster.
Wang Lao Er suddenly felt flustered, "Tu Gong, what are they capable of?"
Tu Chang shook his head, "I don't know, I think it's the best method."
He looked at Yang Xuan's back, "These people knelt down and called Lang Jun, but obviously Lang Jun didn't know them."
Who are these people?
Tu Chang was puzzled.
The old thief gradually regained his composure.
"Calm down!"
This was the first time he expressed his sense of superiority to Tu Chang, "Tu Gong, calm down!"
"The old man is very calm!"
If Tu Chang hadn't been cut off earlier, if Yang Xuan hadn't pulled him back, he would have become a dead soul under the sword.
This is the most powerful enemy he has encountered in his life, and he still cannot calm down at this moment.
"Senior brother, I can't go anymore." Fan Ji's face turned cold, "These people are not just as simple as thugs."
Zhang Yue sighed, "You still don't understand? These people are so powerful, with heavy footsteps, but fast as a galloping horse. This is the best candidate for the battle and the best guard. How did you appear in Chang'an?"
Fan Ji looked around, "What should we do?"
Zhang Yue said, "Try?"
Fan Ji nodded, "Okay! Maybe they are just putting on airs."
Zhang Yue nodded, "Brother, I will sweep the formation for you."
"it is good!"
Fanji sucked in a breath.
The figure moved so suddenly.
In the eyes of others, he just moved.
But in an instant, he appeared in front of Lin Feibao.
The long sword swung in the air.
Before the sword arrived, a gust of inner breath struck from the air.
laugh!
The sound of breaking through the air was sharp.
Breathtaking.
Lin Feibao easily raised the iron rod and slashed forward.
The long sword wanted to avoid it, but the iron rod changed direction several times in the air.
In the end they came across.
puff!
There was a thunderous whistling sound.
Fan Ji only felt a huge force pouring into his body from the long sword, he couldn't help letting go of his hand, and his body flew out backwards.
The rules of the Longevity Palace.
Sword, don't lose it!
puff!
After a mouthful of blood spewed out, Fan Ji felt his body loosen, and said with a smile: "What a sharp stick technique."
Lin Feibao no longer glanced at him, but looked at Zhang Yue, "Report your name!"
Fan Ji sneered, "Why, do you want to settle the score afterwards? The old man is afraid that you won't be able to count, hey!"
He clutched his chest, feeling that there was something more in his body, ready to move.
The old thief muttered, "Looking at the amazing power of this stick, but only spit out a mouthful of blood?"
Wang Laoer said: "Maybe he vomited after drinking too much."
Two mallets are talking nonsense.
Tu Chang said in a deep voice, "He just hit him casually."
"So I underestimate the enemy!" Facing this group of tough men, the old thief also felt a sense of crisis similar to that of Wang Laoer.
Tu Chang shook his head, "Look, the old man thinks it's not that simple."
Fan Ji rubbed his chest, "Let's just let go of today's matter, how about it? From now on, you and I... the road will be open to the sky, and each side will go to the other side. This old man swears that he will stay away from Yang Xuan from now on. If he violates this oath, his soul will perish."
Zhang Yue looked at Yang Xuan, "Junior Brother, there is no need to panic, the worst is to protrude!"
Fan Ji nodded, "Okay!"
Lin Feibao asked: "It's almost there?"
"what?"
Fankey asked.
"I said..." Lin Feibao looked at him, "The previous stick could have killed you with a single blow, but you resolutely let go of your strength, so those internal breaths slowed down a bit. However, it's time to explode now."
Before the words fell, Fan Ji felt a surge of something in his chest and abdomen.
Then, that thing began to spread around the body, rampaging.
He opened his mouth.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
There are bits and pieces flying in the air.
Those were pieces of guts.
Lin Feibao looked at Zhang Yue, "Report your name!"
Old thief: "..."
Second Wang: "Mr. Tu."
Tu Chang, "Don't ask me!"
He was also stunned.
In this small group, he is by far the existence with the highest force value.
He also prided himself on being the patron of this small group.
But now.
This thought, it collapsed!
If this big guy hits with a stick, can the old man block it?
Tu Chang felt that he could block it.
Twice.
three times...
After that, there is a high probability that he will have to be caught without a fight, or be beaten to death with a stick.
Such a character!
Be famous all over the world!
Why is it here?
Why is such a person so respectful to Mr. Lang?
Thinking of his guesses about Yang Xuan, Tu Chang blushed, as if drunk.
Things that I thought were dangerous in the past, now seem less scary.
For example, the ambition of this gentleman!
Fan Ji staggered back, his face was blood red, "Master..."
As soon as the words came out, the breath finally dissipated.
He knelt down slowly and reached out to Zhang Yue for help.
Zhang Yue glanced at him, "Junior brother, have a good journey."
Two lines of tears slid down.
Fan Ji sighed, "Wrong..."
He fell face down and fell heavily.
The cultivator is physically strong, even though he is gone, his body is still twitching.
A big bird stupidly landed on the back of Fan Ji's head, just about to take a bite, to see if the food is delicious.
Zhang Yue swung his long sword lightly.
With a snap, the big bird fell to the ground, its legs spread apart, its feathers exploded, and it flew around in fluttering waves.
The old thief shuddered, "Mr. Lang, could it be that they... are left behind by that one?"
Yang Xuan was dumbfounded.
He didn't know either.
But judging from the movements of the big men kneeling down and the tears in their eyes, it is almost the same.
Facing the two monks earlier, they could only run for their lives in embarrassment.
But as soon as Lin Feibao and the others came out...the damn thing beat one of them to death with a stick.
What level is this?
The point is, that old man left such a master, why didn't he use it himself?
Yang Xuan was puzzled.
That night of filial piety to the emperor ordered Yiniang to take him away in a basket, and then came the bloody night.
Where were these big men?
At least protect the filial emperor and kill the Chang'an city!
But this idea is just a thought. Now that Yang Xuan has seen more, he knows that there are many loopholes.
At that time, the guards in Chang'an were not watchdogs. Once an attack broke out and the army encircled and suppressed them, who could escape?
Then, why not fight back... Damn, if Emperor Xuande and Emperor Wu wanted to kill him, he wouldn't struggle?
Yang Xuan was full of doubts, but he didn't know who to ask for answers.
Yang Lue didn't know the existence of these people, Yang Xuan could be sure of this, otherwise he would not be able to struggle alone in the northern border, and he would have to get some big men to protect him first.
So, how did they discover my existence, and how did they suddenly appear in a crisis.
Yang Xuan felt a pair of eyes staring at him.
But it wasn't malicious anyway.
Over there, Zhang Yue caressed his beard and smiled, "I won't mention the old man's name, I just want to ask Yang Shijun, the old man has not caused any harm to Yang Shijun today. The so-called enemy should be solved rather than knotted. When you are a great talent, you will naturally know this truth..."
Yang Xuan thought to himself that since these people are kneeling towards him, then I'll try their attitude.
He asked Zhang Yue: "I have enmity with you?"
When Yang Xuan spoke, Lin Feibao bowed slightly, like a servant.
The old thief gasped, "It must be."
This kind of expert can find a place to seek refuge at random, and guarantee that the Patriarch will treat him politely.
But Lin Feibao's attitude towards Yang Xuan was like that of a servant towards his master.
Damn!
If it wasn't the one who stayed behind, the old man turned his eyes... No, the old man will never marry a wife in this life!
Lin Feibao suddenly looked back at the old thief.
Hey!
This person's five senses are still so sharp.
With people like this, the old man's status with Lang Jun will decline... It can be said that it is just around the corner.
But when he thought of his ability to be a thief, his self-confidence suddenly stretched a little.
It's like a stock curve in another world, going up...and down.
Lin Feibao cast his eyes on Tu Chang, "A monk is a monk, and a strong general is a strong general. You use battle marksmanship. If you go to the battlefield, you can fight side by side with me!"
Tu Chang cupped his hands, "Tu Chang!"
Lin Feibao cupped his hands, "Lin Feibao!"
Yang Xuan understood a little bit, a battle formation is a battle formation, and monks are monks.On the battlefield, Tu Chang is like a fish in water, but the monk is not as good as him.
But Wang Er Er forgot his troubles and said, "Old thief, you said he could kill that guy with a stick?"
"I don't know, I have to try!"
Holding the long sword, Zhang Yue said: "This old man was born outside the country, and there are as many masters in the school as stars. If the two sides quarrel...these big men are all good players, and Yang Shijun will feel very distressed if he loses one person. In this case, why not What about giving up?"
"Finished?" Yang Xuan asked.
Zhang Yue smiled with a fairy air, "What do you think Yang Shijun?"
Yang Xuan said: "It's not uncommon to use my friend's servant to lure me here. But the servant knew my identity, but he dared to lead the way. It can be seen that it is not just as simple as bribery, if not, it will be early. It’s just the internal response. There are only a handful of people in Chang’an who can do this and have this kind of thought.”
"Then, will you tell me who made you wait to ambush me?"
Zhang Yue smiled wryly, "You said it all."
"Say!" Yang Xuan shouted suddenly.
Zhang Yue sighed, "It's Mrs. Yang."
"Who?"
"Yang Hui."
"where from?"
"Longevity Palace, the old man's sixth junior brother."
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, "Can someone from the Yang family come forward?"
If you become a monk, you are not a person in the world of mortals.
Friends and relatives from the past, I'm sorry, I'll be fine in the future...don't come looking for me if you have anything to do.
You have to ask us what we are going to do... to find the way!
From then on, we will have a farewell to the world of mortals.
The avenue is facing the sky, each side walks.
Zhang Yue shook his head.
"The old man is really cunning."
The Yang family has many masters, but Yang Songcheng refuses to use them, because he doesn't want to intensify the conflict.
Everyone has torn their faces, what will happen to the Zhou family?
What will happen to the emperor!
What will happen to northern Xinjiang?
Yang Songcheng had to think about it.
As for the reactions of all parties after Yang Xuan's death...
Many times, when people are there, friendship is there.
When the person is gone, the friendship becomes duckweed, and it disappears after a wave.
Don't overestimate your status in the hearts of others, this is what Yang Xuan learned long ago.
"Then, what use are you to me?" Yang Xuan asked with a smile.
Zhang Yue tidied up his clothes and bowed his hands solemnly.
"The old man is willing to serve the envoy!"
Yang Xuan waved his hand.
Looking at Lin Feibao.
"Kill him!"
Lin Feibao shouted: "Lang Junling, kill him!"
A big man flew over fiercely, and the iron rod struck in the air.
"There is something to say!"
Zhang Yue shouted: "The old man is willing to be a slave!"
Bah!
He blocked the stick.
The second big man flew over.
Bah!
Zhang Yue took a step back.
Bah!
Each of the big men seemed to be reading, they specially flashed past Yang Xuan's body, and then rushed forward, slapping him with a stick!
puff!
Zhang Yue spurted a few mouthfuls of blood, stumbled back, and stretched out his hand towards Yang Xuan.
"Shijun Yang...have mercy!"
puff!
An iron rod pierced through his chest and was pulled out immediately.
The big men turned around and lined up.
Yang Xuan asked: "Who are you waiting for?"
Zhang Yue knelt down, covering the hole in his chest, and saw that the big men had finished forming.
Then kneel down.
"Qiu Longwei, I have met Mr. Lang!"
(End of this chapter)