A young man wearing maroon clothes and with an extraordinary temperament flew deep into the jungle at an extremely fast speed, always paying attention to the movements behind him.
But suddenly, he stopped abruptly and looked ahead warily.
At some point, a man covered in black robes, including his hair and face, appeared in front of him.
The young man with long hair showed a deeply wary expression and looked at the mysterious man whose identity was unknown, "Who are you?"
As soon as he set foot in the land of Nanyang, he felt an inexplicable voyeurism. Until he was in front of his eyes, this inexplicable feeling gradually came into reality.
However, compared to his ignorance, this mysterious man covered in black robes obviously knows more.
"Huge benefits often mean huge dangers. I thought that the Taoist sect would be moved by this. Don't the people of the Tian sect claim to be transcendent, but would they also be moved by the external things in the world?" His voice seemed to be filled with endless ice coldness,
Like extremely cold snowflakes, it can cut people.
The handsome young man looked deeply at the man in black robes and revealed his identity. It was obvious that the man in front of him was well prepared.
"Do you have any misunderstanding? I just came to South Korea to look for someone. I have no ill intentions and this matter has nothing to do with Tianzong." The young man's eyes were clear. He felt that the person in front of him seemed to have a powerful aura, but his expression was still not humble.
"Oh?" The man in black robe seemed a little surprised. He slowly raised his right hand, and there were dots of ice floating on his palm. "It seems that I welcomed the wrong guest?"
The young man nodded and cupped his hands, "Although I don't know why you are looking for people from the Tianzong, I am just looking for the bloodline of my deceased brother who was left outside. I hope you will show your support."
However, when his words fell, the man in black robes in front of him suddenly burst out with endless chill. The cold air spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed. The green grass blades under his feet were soon covered with a layer of white frost.
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"I have prepared a great gift for people, and the gift should not have a voice of its own." As his cold voice fell, a strange red long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. He turned his wrist and pointed the blade at the enemy.
The chill on the man in the robe instantly became even more intense.
Seeing this, the extraordinary young man's eyes flashed, and he had to take out the sword from his waist. Unlike the people in the world, his sword was a symbol of status.
The long sword reflected the cold light. The young man's left hands were put together and pressed on the sword body. Then the airflow around him seemed to change according to a certain pattern.
Under the black robe, Xie Yi's bloody lips flashed a cold smile, "Wan Chuan Qiushui, sending a genius disciple like you down the mountain, and you still said that Tianzong has no agenda?"
Hearing this, a wry smile appeared on the young man's face. He shook his head and did not explain anything, because the other party had no intention of listening to other people's explanations.
For a moment, the vegetation around him began to tremble, dispersing bits of frost around him.
The air flow of thousands of rivers of autumn water started a confrontation with the extremely cold ice. The next moment, the figure of the man in black robe flew towards the young man with an irresistible force.
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When Wei Zhuang, Mo Ya and others arrived, Tianze had already taken the prince hostage and left the prince's mansion.
Everyone's eyes turned away from the robbers and hostages and focused on Zheng Ze.
The people from Baiyue deliberately stayed in the Prince's Mansion for a day just to let an atmosphere of panic spread in the sky of Korea. Night just needs to take action at the right time to get the maximum benefit.
After the Prince's Mansion was truly occupied, Ji Wuye and Han Yu also appeared next to Han Fei.
"Didn't the Ninth Young Master say that this person was attacked by Yan Lingji and was seriously injured? Why didn't I, the general, see that he had any serious injuries?" Looking at Zheng Ze's figure, Ji Wuye said calmly to Han Fei.
"Um..." Han Fei scratched his cheek with his index finger, thought for a moment, and then said, "There is still a cloth bandage on his face. Maybe it's just an injury to the inside, and maybe it's not visible to anyone."
Hearing this, Ji Wuye snorted softly.
"You still have to come to rescue the crown prince despite being seriously injured and do your best for Korea. Mr. Zheng's loyalty and patriotism are really touching!" At this time, Han Yu slowly stepped forward and said in an incomprehensible tone.
Ji Wuye and Han Fei looked at him, and for a moment they couldn't tell which side he was on.
"As a Sikou, does the Ninth Young Master know the consequences of bullying the emperor?" Ji Wuye raised his lips slightly. Since Han Fei was so blatantly protecting this person, when Zheng Ze fell, Han Fei's political life would be over.
Not far away.
Whatever he could think of, Han Fei could naturally think of it too.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he turned to look at Ji Wuye's tough old face like tree bark, and said softly: "It is a capital crime to deceive the emperor and ignore your superiors. The general has been in politics for many years, so he should know this better than Han Fei.
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Ji Wuye smiled softly, passed through the figures of the soldiers, and his eyes fell on Zheng Ze, "It's good that you know."
Han Fei shook his head, "We should all know."
Under the gazes of the three of them, Zheng Ze just glanced at the people gathered around him. Unlike what Tianze thought, he left the place directly without any explanation.
Regarding this, the soldiers in front reported it step by step, but received no response. It was as if the appearance of this man was collectively ignored by the superior officers, and no one gave him any explanation.
Even Ji Wuye just looked at him with cold eyes and did not give any orders.
He seems to be very tolerant of people who are already mortal.
Zheng Ze walked on the long street and went to the Prince's Mansion. In addition to completing his own arrangements, he also felt the attitudes of many forces at this time.
Exhaling gently, he felt the calm before the storm, but this rainstorm might be more violent than everyone imagined.
Tang Ba was walking behind him, and suddenly he passed by someone. He had two pieces of paper in his hand. He opened his palms and read them extensively with extremely covert movements, then put his hands under his sleeves.
His steps quickened slightly, closing the distance between him and Zheng Ze. He said softly: "Sir, there is news from my adoptive father, and it seems to be related to Yan'er and Miss Jing salamander."
Hearing this, Zheng Ze did not look back. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it the news about the snare?"
However, Tang Ba shook his head slightly, "Someone contacted our merchant and wanted to purchase a large amount of paper, and wanted to spread the word to all directions through our channels."
Zheng Ze looked back at him. Did someone discover a business opportunity?
Facing Zheng Ze's gaze, Tang Ba continued: "He asked for a missing person notice to be written on every piece of paper, and also provided a portrait."
With that said, Tang Ba reached out and handed the paper to Zheng Ze.
Zheng Ze didn't mean to hide anything. He took the paper in his hand. Apart from a paragraph of text, the most eye-catching thing on it were two portraits.
"The person in this portrait seems to be very consistent with Yan'er and Miss Jing Salamander." Tang Ba explained.
He didn't think it was anything at first, but after listening to Tang Ba's explanation, he couldn't help but turn his head and pointed at the lines on the paper to doodle, "How does this look similar?"
Apart from two eyes, a nose and a mouth, what else does it look like? To be honest, Zheng Ze has never seen such a crude painting, and the paintings of kindergarten children are better than this, right?
As if he heard what he meant, Tang Ba looked solemnly, considered his words, and said more cautiously: "Well... there is some similarity."
Hearing this, Zheng Ze sighed, probably because the people here lacked artistic influence, so they were particularly tolerant of works such as calligraphy and painting.
Just like the printed books that can arouse great responses, this group of readers seems to be particularly good at brainstorming.
After taking a look at the words above, Zheng Ze curled his lips and said, "A reward of ten thousand gold is quite generous. Did he tell me what his relationship is with the person he is looking for?"
The portrait above, if the figure of the adult is forcibly associated with Jing Salamander, it would make some sense. As for Yan'er, it has nothing to do with it.
There are all the necessary parts, but no, there are no ears drawn on it. It really has nothing to do with the cute and well-behaved Yan'er.
However, judging from the description in the text, the mother and daughter are indeed consistent. Being able to find a business channel shows that this person is not only not simple in identity, but also quite smart.
"This person said that they are his brother's orphans." Tang Ba said respectfully.
Hearing this, Zheng Ze frowned. Yan'er's biological father was the Duke of Wei, Wei Wuji, so his younger brother was also the Duke of Wei.
Is this a fake uncle meeting a real uncle?
With this thought in mind, the two of them had already walked to the attic. By the window upstairs, Yan'er, who was looking forward to his return home, saw him early, with joy on her face and waving her little hands.
"Uncle Ze!"
When she shouted, a beautiful figure behind her slowly walked to the window, put her hands on Yan'er's shoulders, and looked quietly this way.
Zheng Ze only felt that the scenery behind the window at this time was so picturesque, and the portrait on the paper was like the sky and the earth.
Seeing the little guy's happy look, it seemed that this emotion could be conveyed, and Zheng Ze couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly and waved towards them.
"Wait for me outside the palace in the evening."
After giving his response, Zheng Ze said softly to Tang Ba that although he was in a good mood at the moment, he still had to guide bad women to be good from time to time.
