The next morning.
On the highest rooftop of the first building.
Chen Yue, one of the three famous prostitutes in Beijing, was carefully scalding the teacup.
The spring water beside was already boiling.
It made a gurgling sound.
"Is the tea art in the south so troublesome?"
Zhu Wusi was a little speechless.
He came to ask for help.
But Wan Sanqian seemed to be in a good mood and insisted on having tea with him.
He also got the first signboard under his name out of bed and boiled water for them to make tea.
"The south is more refined."
Wan Sanqian was happy and smiled.
Unfortunately, Zhu Wusi had no time to bother with him, so he asked, "Where is Jiang Beiqing? I need him to do something."
"He’s gone."
Wan Sanqian said angrily, "I treated him so well and spent a lot of money to protect him, but I didn’t expect him to secretly spy on my treasure chest."
The truth is almost the same.
The cause was only slightly modified.
Anyway, it was just a wording to deal with the situation.
"It’s only been a few days since I last saw him, and he’s gone."
"It’s rare that you’re so happy."
Zhu Wusi seemed to sigh, but he was testing.
He even observed Chen Yue’s reaction.
Found that Chen Yue also looked confused.
"A white-eyed wolf ran away, and a few little wolf kings were found."
Wan Sanqian asked back, "Do you think I should be happy?"
"Oh?"
Zhu Wusi instantly became interested.
Jiang Beiqing is definitely not as strong as those top masters in the weapon list.
But if he is weak, he is ranked in the top 50 in the weapon list.
Known as the second whip in the world.
Even Jiang Beiqing is just an ungrateful wolf in Wan Sanqian’s mouth.
How powerful is the Wolf King?
A top master on the weapon list?
"Haha…"
"Let me introduce him to Shen Hou."
Wan Sanqian clapped his hands.
A monk with an unusually burly figure and muscular body came out.
It was the coldest time of the year.
He was wearing a coarse 497 cloth monk’s robe.
He didn’t feel the cold at all.
Great sadness.
A genius in the Shaolin layman’s family.
Because of his talent limitation, he didn’t practice any internal skills.
But he was gifted in external skills, and he actually practiced the horizontal training skills such as Iron Shirt and Iron Crotch to the extreme.
Finally, he also practiced the Great Compassion Palm, one of the 72 unique skills.
"It turned out to be you."
Zhu Wusi was a little disappointed.
He thought that the 13,000 newly recruited people were very powerful.
No matter how advanced the external skills such as horizontal training are, they will not be able to defeat those with deep internal skills in the future.
Perhaps in the first thirty years of martial arts training.
Those with strong external skills have advantages.
But after thirty years, the advantages will quickly disappear.
Didn’t you see that Cheng Buyou’s physical condition was originally very ordinary, and he only practiced Bao Yuan Jin successfully,The physical fitness of the current body is not inferior to that of Dabei.
"He is quite suitable for you."
Zhu Wushi smiled.
Not caring.
"Yes."
"I don’t want to fight and kill, I just want to protect myself."
Wan Sanqian said proudly: "Master Dabei’s martial arts can be used in this regard."
Then Wan Sanqian said in a proud tone: "Master Dabei failed to inherit the inner strength of Shaolin, but I have a magic skill suitable for Master Dabei. In time, Master Dabei will surely become a top master who shocks the world."
"Really?"
Zhu Wushi was too lazy to pretend.
He directly expressed his doubt in his tone.
Dabei wants to practice inner strength at this age.
It’s too late.
Don’t even mention comparing with those geniuses.
Even the disciples of the big sects who have a little potential have practiced internal skills ten years earlier than him.
Don’t underestimate these ten years.
The final accumulation of internal skills, ten years is basically a gap like a natural chasm.
The gap is more than just a threshold.
"Don’t worry, Shen Hou."
"I can’t guarantee other things, but I don’t lack resources."
Wan Sanqian’s confidence is fully revealed.
Because he has opened up trade channels with the north.
Perhaps big medicines and precious medicines are still scarce.
But those are only relatively scarce good medicines and old medicines and other cultivation resources, which are not a problem for him.
"Then I’ll wait and see."
Zhu Wusi didn’t think much about it.
He looked at the time and said, "What about the other one?"
"Qi Di?"
Wan Sanqian frowned.
I didn’t expect Zhu Wusi to be so eager that he couldn’t borrow Jiang Beiqing.
He actually turned around and thought about his second bodyguard.
"Make the conditions."
Zhu Wusi was too lazy to talk nonsense.
The most pleasant way to communicate with Wan Sanqian is to do business.
Especially now he doesn’t have so much time to waste.
"Okay."
When it comes to doing business, Wan Sanqian is interested.
He just calmed down for a while.
Took another sip of hot tea.
Finally he asked solemnly: "How dangerous is this time?"
Zhu Wusi quickly replied: "With Qidi’s martial arts, the chance of getting out of here unscathed is less than 50%."
"Don’t worry."
"I will make sure he returns safely."
Zhu Wusi knew that if you want to borrow someone, you have to have the attitude of borrowing someone.
At least you have to be sincere on the surface.
"In that case…"
Wan Sanqian gritted his teeth and said, "I will give Qi directly to the Divine Marquis, and he will obey the Divine Marquis in the future."
"Okay."
Zhu Wushi smiled.
He is in urgent need of experts to do things, and Wan Sanqian’s move can be said to be a timely help.
When you are sleepy, you meet a pillow, that’s what it means.
"What are the conditions?"
Zhu Wusi asked further.
Wan Sanqian quickly replied: "The One Yang Finger in the Imperial Palace Armory."
"No problem."
Zhu Wusi answered very happily.
Because this was a generous gift from others, and he had almost no cost.
Moreover, because the One Yang Finger in the Imperial Armory was incomplete and incomplete.
If Wan Sanqian wanted the Pure Yang Finger.
Then he would never agree.
Dabei was stunned.
He never thought that a master who was no less powerful than himself and a top-notch martial art that had been passed down for hundreds of years would be traded like this.
Is this the top circle of the dynasty?
He felt sad, but also very fortunate.
Because he and Wan Sanqian were just cooperating.
Five years of protection in exchange for an inner skill that he loved.
At the same time, there are many rare high-level cultivation resources in the secular world.
No matter from which angle you look at it.
Dabei is a sure win. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
The next day.
At noon.
A horse team rushed to the capital at a moderate speed.
Steady but fast.
Just right.
"It’s almost there."
Looking at the sky, Cao Zhengchun said happily: "We will be at the post station in the suburbs of Beijing in the evening, so we can rest for a night and get our spirits back before heading into the city."
The capital is getting closer and closer.
His heart is getting more and more at ease.
"Thank you for your hard work, Governor Cao."
Ding Xian’s voice came from the carriage in the middle of the team.
She and Ding Jing never thought that Cao Zhengchun valued them so much.
They hired a large carriage that was not luxurious but spacious enough.
They were spared the trouble of traveling.
On the contrary, it was Cao Zhengchun, the dignified supervisor of the East Factory.
Every day, he braved the wind and snow and traveled day and night.
"You are responsible for the safety of the emperor."
"It is right for Cao to be cautious."[]
Cao Zhengchun’s attitude was very clear.
Anyone under his command could get into trouble, except Ding Xian and Ding Jing.
"Supervisor Cao, something is wrong."
Ding Jing suddenly opened his eyes from his practice and reminded: "Is it too quiet around?"
"It’s winter now."
"The road is blocked by heavy snow."
The eunuch in charge of martial arts reminded him dissatisfiedly.
He is already over 70 years old.
According to reason, he should be hiding in a warm room, basking in the sun, and enjoying his old age.
But now he is suffering from such a hard life.
It is strange that he can be in a good mood.
If there are other options in the future, he will never accept such a travel mission.
"Be careful."
Cao Zhengchun said seriously: "There are too many people in the capital who are not on good terms with us."
It is precisely because of his natural caution.
Cao Zhengchun was able to stand out among tens of thousands of eunuchs.Break out and have the last laugh.
"The capital is right in front of us, and there are three guards of the capital nearby."
"Those thieves won’t be so bold, will they?"
The eunuch in charge of martial arts is eager to go home.
If possible.
He wants to go back to the palace now.
The good ones don’t work, but the bad ones do.
Four sword lights suddenly burst out from the snow pile.
The target is very clear:
The carriage.
If they are stabbed, the people in the carriage will definitely die.
The familiar golden color.
A strong wall of true qi appeared out of thin air.
It directly blocked the four swords that were shot at it.
But the four swords that were blocked seemed to be pulled by transparent silk threads.
They were put back as soon as they were defeated.
At the same time
The snow on the treetops on the roadside exploded.
A knife came down.
The knife was mighty and powerful, and the energy was like a fire cloud.
The eunuch Zhangwu grabbed it without thinking.
The fire cloud knife energy was crushed on the spot by the old palm like a dragon claw.
And the fire spread.
The palm seemed to be burning.
But the eunuch Zhangwu did not even look at it and shook his true energy.
The poisonous fire was instantly dispersed and extinguished.
Dangdangdang…
Cao Zhengchun was now fighting with a swordsman holding four swords.
In a breath.
The two had fought hard for more than ten times.
The swordsman was defeated step by step.
"Watch my fist!"
A thunderous roar sounded.
The abbot Mingkong, who had made many disguises, was as fierce as a tiger descending from the mountain.
The rolling fists rushed over with the falling snow.
It was like an avalanche on the ground.
Cao Zhengchun didn’t even look at it and left with a flat palm.
The pure and pure pure Yang boy’s true energy turned into an ordinary palm.
But it was just such a palm.
It was so simple to keep Abbot Mingkong out.
At a delicate moment.
A figure fell from the sky.
The person didn’t arrive.
The sharp pure Yang finger had broken through the air and killed.
Go straight to Cao Zhengchun’s crown. .
