Chapter 194: Mr. Zhao Gao, where is my brother Wei Yan?
If Duanshui hadn't died yet, if Zhen Gang hadn't been transferred, if they had known that they were about to be ambushed...
If this place is Luo Wang's home field.
It's a pity that there is no if in this world.
There was no way, they had always set up traps to ambush others, how could they ever have thought that they would also be ambushed by others?
Similarly, Zhao Gao also knew very well that there would be no reinforcements coming to help him.
Although several sword slaves stayed with him for safety, he really didn't expect to be blocked in this place and beaten up.
Looking at the corpses of his subordinates at the ground level and killing level, his expression was extremely gloomy and ugly.
A dark red and white eunuch's robe floated slightly in the wind, and the blood-colored hair under his hat combined with his sinister and ugly face made it even more terrifying.
Those subordinates are all the soldiers he trained. The guards have been by his side for many years and they are the most trusted people in his network. At the same time, many of these people are important people such as conveying orders for him. Although these
A person's death will not cause him any physical pain, but he will still have physical pain for a while.
Fu Nian holds the Tai'a Sword in one hand and wears the Saint King's sword with majestic power. If a saint comes to this world, his soul will be overwhelmed and Mie Hun will be a little breathless.
He stabbed out with his sword, and at the same time, Wan Zhang swung his cane again and hit Zhao Gao hard.
Zhao Gao, whose murderous aura was extremely terrifying and whose cultivation was extremely profound, also faced Wan Zhang, and the two passed several moves.
When Zhuan Po and Mie Hun saw Fu Nian coming, they quickly returned to the defense to contain Fu Nian.
Taking advantage of Zhao Gao's distraction, Wan Zhang quickly hit Zhao Gao with his cane and hit him on the chest, knocking Zhao Gao back several feet.
This move was extremely vicious. Although it was just a little trick used when Zhao Gao was not paying attention during the fight, it was difficult to completely make him lose the ability to resist with one move, but it also brought Zhao Gao's face down.
Zhuan Po and Mie Hun had a clear understanding of each other, and with two against one, they jointly blocked Fu Nian's overwhelming attack.
Zhao Gao spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound. He covered his chest where Wan Zhang had hit him hard with his hands, his face looking ugly.
"Well, Wan Zhang, your methods are too vicious!" Zhao Gao spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at Wan Zhang coldly.
"The so-called swordsmanship has three key points: "faithfulness, elegance, and elegance." Mr. Wan Zhang's ruthless move really contains the true meaning of "elegance."" Zhao Gao looked at Wan Zhang with a sneer and a trace of blood on his lips.
road.
The so-called three key points of "faithfulness and elegance": trustworthiness means accuracy and impartiality in drawing a sword;
Elegance means being calm and relaxed, not being extremely evil;
Da Ze's sword strikes at will, as fast as lightning, leaving no room for maneuver for the opponent.
Wan Zhang's attack just now was at a tricky angle and with such fierce force that it was unimaginable that this respected old master, this seemingly frail old man, could be so ruthless.
But the move Wan Zhang just used to injure Zhao Gao did seem a bit "evil".
"We should treat people with high virtues and high esteem with courtesy. If a virtuous person comes to discuss Taoism or a disciple who seeks Taoism comes to ask for advice, "faithfulness and elegance" are indispensable." Wan Zhang held up his crutches, stroked his beard, and smiled.
He looked at Zhao Gaodao.
There were still a few fallen leaves on his clothes, and there was still some soil under his feet.
"You are worthy of being a disciple of Mencius. Open your mouth and be moral and righteous, and it is you who shut up your mouth and be virtuous and righteous."
The faces of you Confucian hypocrites are really disgusting." Zhao Gao was really angry with Wan Zhang, he pointed at Wan Zhang's nose and yelled.
At this time, Yan Lu, Fu Nian, Zhuan Po, Mie Hun, Luan Shen, Zhe Mo and others also stopped their actions.
"You allowed your subordinates to hunt down my junior brother and set fire to my Little Sage Village. Do you expect me to wait and repay evil with kindness?" Wan Zhang looked at him coldly and said.
"Everyone is his own master. Why do you say that you are so noble, as if you are the only one in the world and only you Confucian people are gentlemen." Zhao Gao said, already a little angry.
"Right and wrong are up to one's heart." Wan Zhang stroked his gray beard with one hand and looked at Zhao Gaodao. He did not get angry in the face of Zhao Gao's criticism.
"Hmph..." Zhao Gao put down his hand at this moment and looked at Wan Zhang and others with a sneer.
The four sword slaves have returned to guard him.
Yan Lu, Fu Nian, and Wan Zhang blocked all escape routes for Luo Sheng from three directions.
This time is different from the previous ones. Confucianism is uncharacteristically difficult to deal with, and even has a relentless attitude.
This is really not in line with the Confucian style of being a humble gentleman and gentle as jade.
Obviously, it was because the previous events had touched the bottom line of Confucianism too much.
The Qi State is not destroyed yet, but Wan Zhang is still there. How dare the people you snare come to my little Sage Village to hunt down and kill the genius on whom Wan Zhang has pinned almost all his hopes in front of Wan Zhang?
Without doing one thing, how could Wan Zhang have the dignity to be a Confucian in the world?
"What else do you have to say!" Wan Zhang said, looking at Zhao Gao and the four remaining sword slaves around him.
"Yes." Zhao Gao stood up straight, looked at Wan Zhang, raised the corner of his mouth, stared at Wan Zhang with a smile, and said: "You don't want to know where your junior brother Wei Yan is now.
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Inside Daze Mountain.
In a cave somewhere.
Tian Yan was dressed in a trap assassin's outfit and was sitting on a small rock.
In front of her, a beautiful woman dressed in yellow cedar sat on a relatively large stone opposite her.
The torches on the wall still flickered on and off, which was worrying.
The only light source in this cave is like a small boat under the stormy sea, swaying as if it will be extinguished in the next moment.
But it still burns itself firmly.
Although this light is small, it has never died.
Tian Yan chatted with his mother about his experiences during this period.
"You have really suffered a lot." The mother looked at Tian Yan and said, her eyes full of distress.
Regardless of whether she was right or wrong, she just felt that her child was suffering too much.
"After all, the clouds have cleared and the moon has become brighter." Tian Yan looked at his mother and said with a slight smile.
She felt that the biggest clouds currently weighing on her had almost moved away. As long as her mother was not controlled by the net, even if she continued to act according to the script arranged by Zhao Gao, she would still be a peasant hero.
From today on, she can let go.
If the mother can still be caught in a net, then the person who came up with this bloody plot may be forced to apologize in the book club group dressed as a woman...
"Ayan." Mother lowered her head and said with a trembling tone.
"Mother?" Sensing that something was wrong with her mother's condition, Tian Yan stood up and asked with concern, and at the same time she walked to her mother's side.
She put the Salamander Sword and the iron mask aside.
"Mom...has it become a burden to you?" After a long silence, my mother said this.
Tian Yan's face changed drastically when he heard this.