Chapter 299 He closed his eyes, he opened his eyes

Hedong Road, Bingzhou Dongyang City, a wine shop in the south of the city.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, most of the Wang family and Qin family's informants were trapped in the city and could not move because of a group of scholars.

With thousands of soldiers and horses surrounding them, armed with fine-gold repeating crossbows, it was impossible for even the Grand Master to resist.

How can a mortal being of flesh and blood resist the arrows flying across the sky?

A Grand Master can serve as a warrior for thousands of warriors, but he cannot face thousands of warriors armed with crossbows, not to mention that the city lord's palace also has second-level martial arts masters.

Similar things happen constantly in Bingzhou.

In just one day, there were thousands of scholars named Zhao Wujiang in Bingzhou.

They poured into the streets, rushed into teahouses and restaurants, recited poems and composed poems, and acted freely and freely.

They may be in groups or alone, but they all have the same language.

"My name is Zhao Wujiang!"

In the streets and alleys of Bingzhou, people were buying the rewards posted one after another. They held the rewards and kept shouting:

"Zhao Wujiang is here!"

"I discovered Zhao Wujiang!"

"I'll provide you with clues! Come on!"

At first, the Wang and Qin clans responded to the call and kept gathering people. But when they got there, they discovered that everyone in the group of scholars was named Zhao Wujiang. Even the yellow-mouthed children on the roadside were mumbling to themselves that their name was Zhao Wujiang, but

But it was not the Zhao Wujiang they were looking for.

They ran around without stopping, following clues to various places.

At the same time, more and more voices provide clues.

"This time it's really Zhao Wujiang, I swear to God!"

"Come on, this Zhao Wujiang is so powerful, he almost broke the boulder with one palm!"

"There is a girl beside him named Wang!"

"Oh my God, how come this man looks exactly like Zhao Wujiang's portrait?"

"Shocked, this man named Zhao Wujiang actually..."

"Look, this man's name is Zhao Wujiang!"

"Woof woof woof!"

"Huh? What is your big black dog talking about?"

"Oh, it said it saw Zhao Wujiang just now."

"Don't fool me, can dogs talk?"

"Dogs can still make announcements, why can't they talk?"

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The true and false voices echoed throughout Bingzhou, and the Qin family and the Wang family, who had been searching for nothing, became increasingly angry. Every time they went to a place where false clues were provided, they would be deceived and ridiculed, as if the whole

Nuo Da's Bingzhou was full of people who were against them.

"Trash, trash, everything is trash! A seriously injured child has not been found for almost seven days!"

In the land of the Wang clan, Wang Cheng Xiaoyuan.

Listening to the clan elder's report, Wang Cheng dropped the cup in his hand angrily:

How come there are so many people helping him? How virtuous and capable is Zhao Wujiang? Ah?"

The clan elder hesitated:

"Ancestor, we have thoroughly investigated Zhao Wujiang. In fact, we have interacted with him before.

When he appeared in the eyes of the world, it was the sixth year of Yonghui. He wrote a poem in the palace."

The clan elder considers his words:

“He is extremely talented in poetry, and his poems are magnificent and uninhibited, which makes people fascinated when reading them.

Later, he became famous and was highly praised by many scholars.

Especially those four words of Confucianism made him the first scholar in the world.

Most of the people who stopped us this time were scholars with little martial arts training.

However, this group of scholars met many capable people and made many friends. They came to Bingzhou one after another to protect Zhao Wujiang from difficulties. They were not so much enemies of Zhao Wujiang.

Rather, we are enemies of scholars all over the world.

This is near Hedong Road. If all the scholars from the Ten Dao Roads of the Tang Dynasty came here."

After Wang Cheng heard this, he coughed violently. Although he had received help from Chaos yesterday, his injury had not healed yet.

"Tell them to stop looking."

He spoke in a deep voice and decided to ask Chaos to look for Zhao Wujiang tonight.

He didn't think Zhao Wujiang could recover in just a few days, but things would change later. He didn't want to have an accident, and he didn't want to gamble with the Wang family, let alone the Wang family who was now more and more vulnerable after suffering this disaster.

night.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The three vast auras of the Wang clan spread out, and Wang Cheng and Qin Wei Huanchao, three powerful men who had reached the divine level, went out to look for Zhao Wujiang in person.

Chaos felt the familiar atmosphere and headed towards Mou Shan.

At the same time, a man carrying a giant sword traveled for days and entered Hedong Road from the distant Lingnan Road. In front of him was a low-flying white pigeon, which was looking for its owner, Wang Xi.

Li Xuanji, Wu Santong and others from Chang'an were also heading towards Mou Mountain. In Li Xuanji's pupils, an illusory fiery red bird loomed, guiding him in the direction.

Mou Shan.

Deep in the dense forest, Wang Xi's beautiful face is pale and haggard, making people pity her.

She knelt down next to Zhao Wujiang, with tenderness in her beautiful eyes, and stared at Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang's face was rosy, no longer as pale as the previous few days. Although his eyes were closed tightly, he could feel the terrifying power dormant in his body.

"Zhao Wujiang."

Wang Xi called out softly, feeling sad in her heart. She has been blaming herself for the past few days. The scene of Zhao Wujiang dying in front of her reappeared repeatedly in her mind. The sadness followed her like a shadow, spreading from the past to the present.

But soon, she suddenly raised her head.

In the dense forest, the leaves made rustling sounds, and the forest wind howled, passing through the vegetation and blowing on her.

"Someone is coming"

Wang Xi murmured to himself, then staggered to his feet, glanced at Zhao Wujiang, smiled tenderly, tied up his hair with a hair tie, turned around and stepped out of the hiding place.

"Zhao Wujiang"

A soft call sounded in Zhao Wujiang's mind, and he looked around blankly in the school.

When he turned around, an old man wearing an old Confucian shirt was standing in front of him with a straight face.

"Zhao Wujiang, you don't listen to the class well, do you?"

Children and teenagers of different ages looked over curiously, their eyes burning, and they kept laughing.

"Zhao Wujiang is going to be slapped on the palm by Mr. again."

"Sir, you've already taken out your ruler."

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Zhao Wujiang stared blankly at the old man in front of him, his mind a mess.

"Zhao Wujiang!"

The third "Zhao Wujiang" sounded, not from the mind or from the school teacher in front of me, but from an old farmer in coarse linen clothes who broke in outside the school.

The old farmer looked anxious and breathed heavily:

"Zhao Wujiang, it's too late! Your sister, sister, she."

Zhao Wujiang suddenly came back to his senses, his heartbeat slowed down a beat, and he hurriedly ran outside the school.

The teacher was also stunned, with pity in his eyes, and ran out.

Children and teenagers were confused and rushed out of the school noisily.

Zhao Wujiang followed the old farmer, his thin body swaying between heaven and earth.

"It's too late, it's too late"

He saw outside the courtyard wall, the lady carrying a medicine basket fell on the yellow mud ground, with scattered medicinal materials beside her.

He opened his mouth, his lips trembled, and he made a soft sound, but he couldn't make any more noise. His legs felt like they had taken root on the ground and dug into the soil, making him unable to move forward even half a step.
To be continued...