"I admit that I have such thoughts, but it is more because of this person Shen Zhui. He hates evil as much as he hates it. He is straightforward and capable. He is a capable and willing person. This is very rare in today's court.
That’s why I wanted to save his life.”
"I think what Lin Chen said is right. You are just a hard worker and have to worry about everything."
In this regard, it is difficult for Zhou Chen to sympathize with Mei Changsu, because in his heart, Daliang is not important to him, and whoever becomes the emperor has nothing to do with him. He doesn't even care who the emperor is, so why not?
Would you care about an official?
In this ancient world of martial arts, he actually preferred to live a life of martial arts and see the ancient mountains and rivers, instead of being an official in the court and fighting intrigues all day long.
If he has the opportunity to travel back to an ancient world without martial arts in the future, he may be able to experience the court life of being named on the gold medal list, becoming the number one scholar, and even experience the feeling of being an emperor.
"But we can't let Shen Zhui know that we are protecting him, so the identities of Rakshasa and Gongziyu cannot be used."
"No problem, I'll cover my face when the time comes."
So, Zhou Chen went to find Zhen Ping the next day and followed Shen Zhui like a shift.
Just as Mei Changsu expected, when Shen Zhui was investigating the private artillery workshop, he received a tip and was about to meet the informant, but he didn't know that it was a trap.
The informant was a killer. When he was close to Shen Zhui, he suddenly burst out and directly killed several of the guards around Shen Zhui, causing Shen Zhui to run away in terror.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Chen didn't waste any more time and appeared quickly with his mask on. With just a few swings of the sword in his hand, he killed the assassin.
But he didn't relax because he knew there would be more powerful ones ahead.
Sure enough, a man in black suddenly rushed out from behind Shen Zhui. He was wearing black clothes and covering his face in broad daylight, making it difficult for others to see him.
After the man in black appeared, he immediately attacked Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen struck out with a sword in his backhand, and powerful internal energy exploded. With just one strike of the sword, the assassin was shocked and retreated continuously. He was extremely shocked.
Zhuo Qingyao looked at the trembling right hand holding the sword, and was horrified: 'Who is this person? How can his internal strength be so strong?'
As an outstanding young swordsman of the younger generation, Zhuo Qingyao has definitely inherited the legacy of Tianquan Villa. Although his swordsmanship is not as dazzling as that of his father Zhuo Dingfeng, he can definitely be regarded as a first-rate master in the world.
Just the collision of the swords made his hands numb. His father found it difficult to do this, which is why he was so shocked.
But he was shocked, and he did not stop taking action. His arm shook, he controlled his right hand, and once again held the sword to kill Zhou Chen.
He already knew in his heart that he would never be a match for this mysterious man, and it would be enough to hold him back.
When Zhuo Qingyao was killing Zhou Chen, suddenly another man in black fell from the sky and attacked Shen Zhui directly. His sword was as bright as light and as fast as lightning.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Chen's eyes turned cold. He ignored the approaching Zhuo Qingyao and suddenly threw the long sword in his hand. The long sword shot out like a sharp arrow, hitting the assassin who was charging towards Shen Zhui.
This throw is faster than the sword light of the man in black. If the man in black does not dodge and continues to kill, he will definitely be stabbed.
Zhuo Qingyao didn't expect Zhou Chen to throw out all the weapons. He was surprised and thought this was an opportunity, so he struck harder.
Zhuo Qingyao's sword was very fast, but Zhou Chen's speed was even faster. When Zhuo Qingyao's sword edge was less than a foot closer to him, Zhou Chen suddenly stretched out his right hand.
The next moment, Zhuo Qingyao's sword could no longer move forward even half a minute.
Zhuo Qingyao was even more horrified when he saw that the masked man clamped his sword with only two fingers, but Zhou Chen didn't give him a chance at all. He used his internal strength, exerted force with his index finger and middle finger, and suddenly folded it.
This fine steel sword was broken.
He slapped his palm gently and printed it on Zhuo Qingyao's chest. Then Zhuo Qingyao flew out like a kite with its string broken. Even with his face covered, he could see bright red blood spitting out.
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Zhuo Dingfeng, who was assassinating on the other side, had to give up the assassination when faced with the long sword thrown by Zhou Chen. He flashed his body and gave up this golden opportunity.
Immediately afterwards, the long sword was nailed to the pillar of the nearby house. Zhou Chen, who had injured Zhuo Qingyao, rushed over very quickly, pulled out the long sword, and rushed towards Zhuo Dingfeng.
"Ding ding ding..."
In an instant, the sword blades collided, emitting a continuous metallic clang.
Chapter completed!