Li Chuncheng's dark face turned even darker. Over there, Yuan Wanqiu was busy warming up wine and food for the adults. However, Wushuang Heroine didn't know what to do, so she ran behind Zhang Xiaowu and said, "General, you are working too hard.
Let me rub your shoulders."
Li Chuncheng sighed and said, "Are you showing off?"
"Hahaha……"
Zhang Xiaowu asked with a smile: "How were you arrested? Could it be that the big net also caught you?"
Li Chuncheng said angrily: "How could I be caught by such a little trick? I was betrayed by Wang Xiaojian and the others. Those gangsters are so despicable. I don't know who sprinkled phosphorus powder on me, and I became a
It was a living target. There was no need for them to use a net. I was directly suppressed by thirty strong young men, and it almost cost me my life."
Zhang Xiaowu laughed endlessly and said, "Come, stay and wait for their skills."
Li Chuncheng sat irritably aside, drinking and eating meat. As he ate, he muttered: "In order to prepare for this sneak attack, we didn't even eat at night. It's such a loss. I want to see what they are capable of. If
I won’t accept it if it only creates trouble for us.”
Zhang Xiaowu laughed when he saw that Li Chuncheng was still holding his own even after losing the battle, so he drank and chatted with him. The three of them spent the night chatting. He asked about the lives of the people in the city, and Li Chuncheng answered them one by one.
The general admired the general very much and believed that all barbarians could be defeated, so there was no panic at all. This made Zhang Xiaowu very ashamed. He thought of the day when the Tucheng was destroyed, and Wuhuan's stone cannons fired stone bullets into the city, smashing the people in the city.
They were killed, injured, and the people were slaughtered after the city was broken, and they couldn't help but sigh.
Li Chuncheng saw that he was not very interested, so he took the initiative to tell his story, and Zhang Xiaowu was interested. This Li Chuncheng was also a Jianghu person, but he was an evil heretic hated by martial arts people, but he was such an assassin who was hated by all decent people.
, but often work hard for some officials. After all, there are some things that decent martial arts people cannot do.
"Is there a lot of work for assassinating officials?"
"Almost not," Li Chuncheng recalled. "There is a rule in the official circles of the Central Plains. You can kill your opponent's henchmen in any way you want. But you cannot buy assassins to assassinate officials. Once an official is assassinated, the golden guards will arrive. And once an official is assassinated, the Golden Guards will arrive.
With the arrival of the Golden Guards, there will be no winners. The emperor will turn a blind eye to the disputes between officials, as long as it is within the rules, and this rule means that assassination cannot be used."
Zhu Wushuang stared and said, "It turns out that you evil heretics also have so many restrictions, and you don't kill people and set fires as you please."
Li Chuncheng said: "Those who kill people and set fires casually are not gangsters, but hysterical people with broken brains. All the bustle in the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. The biggest difference between us and your righteous way is that we make money based on our ability.
You make money with your brains, but gangsters don't use their brains to make money, which is far inferior to those of the righteous people."
Zhang Xiaowu said: "You are no longer a gangster. You are now on an official path, although it is also a gangster path."
Li Chuncheng extended his thumb and praised: "The general has seen clearly."
Everyone waited until dawn, but still no Wang Xiaojian's martial arts masters came, so Zhang Xiaowu decided to declare a tie between the two parties. However, considering that the military was courageous despite its failure, Zhang Xiaowu decided to choose Li Chuncheng's twenty dead soldiers.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." At this time, Wu Song suddenly came with Wang Xiaojian. Zhang Xiaowu was about to ask questions when he saw Wang Xiaojian holding a hairpin in his hands.
Zhang Xiaowu was startled, then touched his head again. The hairpin was still there. However, when he took it off and took a closer look, he found that it was no longer the hairpin from yesterday. He looked carefully at the hairpin. The style and even the material were the same. They were all wooden hairpins.
, the only difference is the pattern on the hairpin. He himself does not pay attention to these decorations. Many men wear hairpins because they need to pin their hair after tying it, so many people just use the cheapest wooden hairpins. Unlike
A woman's hairpin has so many decorations and flower pendants, but even if he doesn't pay attention to the hairpin, he still recognizes that it is not his. He asked in confusion: "Leader Wang, when did you change my hairpin?"
Wang Xiaojian bowed his head and smiled and said: "The general must have admitted that we won the game? So the assassination mission has been left to us to complete, right?"
Zhang Xiaowu had to nod and admit. Even Li Chuncheng didn't dare to speak harshly, because he had been with Zhang Xiaowu yesterday. If there were any other breathing sounds, he would definitely hear them. In other words, no one could see them.
The hairpin was changed.
"Go ahead, I admit you won." Zhang Xiaowu said.
Li Chuncheng said: "I have no objection. You won, but how did you win?"
Wang Xiaojian smiled slightly, then clapped his hands, but saw Zhu Wushuang jumping up and down like a rabbit standing in front of Zhang Xiaowu, baring her white little tiger teeth and saying, "I changed it."
"You? When did you change it?"
"Sir, just when you are concentrating on me playing with the sex cup, I am from Baihuamen."
Wang Xiaojian smiled and said: "You may not know my goddaughter's nickname. People in the world call her Shadowless Hand."
Zhang Xiaowu pointed at Zhu Wushuang and couldn't laugh or cry. He thought that this little girl had just come out of the world, but he didn't expect that she had already become famous in the world. He Zhe was careless. He asked how he brought this hairpin out. Zhu Wushuang ran to
Next to the small pond, stones were knocked hard on the shore.
After a while, a man covered in mud jumped out of the pond, covered his ears, smiled and showed his white teeth, like a black man. Zhang Xiaowu looked to Wang Xiaojian for the answer, and Wang Xiaojian introduced: "This is Jiao Yang, who is also known as
Yang Guan, the Little Dragon King of the Lake, can hold his breath in the water for a day and a night."
One day and one night lasts for twenty-four hours, and the Guinness World Record for holding one's breath for only twenty-four minutes is not martial arts at all, but a special function. Zhang Xiaowu was so impressed that he quickly asked the man to take a shower and get dressed. People in the world were shocked.
If they win a complete victory, the assassination mission can only be left to them.
Wang Xiaojian took Zhu Wushuang and Yang Guan back. Zhang Xiaowu felt a little sleepy, so he went back to the bedroom to rest for a while. He felt that he had not slept for long when he heard Wang Yijin reported that Xia Ming was here. He quickly got dressed and called Xia Ming over.
In the meeting hall, spread out the map to study tonight's assassination. Xia Ming has the ability to disguise himself as a slave and deceive the guards, detecting most of the enemy's defenses. He is completely different from a year ago. He is definitely a growing talent like Lu Meng.
The two of them studied while eating noodles. After studying for an afternoon, they finally formulated an assassination plan. Then Zhang Xiaowu handed Wang Xiaojian and others to the general's mansion to study with them how to use their abilities to cooperate with the plan. Twenty.
The martial arts masters are all the top masters in their respective sects. Most of them are young and middle-aged people from each sect. They are at the peak of their physical fitness. There is no white-haired old man in the world who is hundreds of years old. He is the oldest.
Dongfang She, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, is only forty-one years old.