Almost on the day when Jiang Liuer rushed to the national capital.

Ning Xuanyuan, who was temporarily staying in a mid-range hotel, did not show up for the first time, and the discussion about the outside world was still very loud.

On the one hand, the young master of the white dragon is kingly and rises in the wind.

In just a few days, he has become a new celebrity in the national capital, with fame and fortune, and everything!

On the other hand, whether Ning Xuanyuan will return or not is still like seeing a flower in the fog, and no one can give a final conclusion.

The third aspect is to involve the core issues, I heard that a new round of high-level officials, after careful consideration, decided to beat the drum of practice by the young master of the white dragon Wang Dao, and play a war song for the Long Live Army!

This is tantamount to forcibly pushing the royal road to the top.

Although this young master of the white dragon was seriously hindered in becoming the next commander-in-chief, the monstrous power did not fall at all.

Other words.

The current young master of the White Dragon, even if he does not have the fact of being the commander of the general army, the power in his hands still encourages him to become a well-deserved first person.

Downs.

It seemed like a flash of fact.

This kind of unexpectedly action began to emerge when the high-level decided to confirm Wang Dao as the next commander-in-chief, and all parties were also psychologically prepared.

However, who would have thought that the people above would be in such a hurry?

As a result, the seven-day rectification time set for the Banzai Army was suddenly postponed, and according to the meaning, it was to continue to delay for seven days in the national capital.

Nominally, the drum has been beaten by the royal road.

However, such a postponement of the date of the expedition without warning, I am afraid, I still want to wait, the person who everyone is looking forward to and desperately wants to appear!

Not waiting for him to beat the drums, of course.

Rather, there is an ulterior motive.

After a night of turmoil.

The atmosphere of the national capital is becoming more and more solemn, so that it gradually spreads outside the national capital, radiating dozens of prosperous cities, how many people vaguely feel the unusual smell revealed in the air?

Repression.

Dull.

Unsettling, even heart-pounding!

"Postponing the expedition, I'm afraid it's not just waiting for Ning Xuanyuan to return to the national capital, things are definitely not as simple as they seem!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"The new official of the royal road urgently needs to establish his authority when he takes office, and it just so happens that the Long Live Army has all surfaced and gathered in the national capital, leaving for seven days, isn't it for him to be fully prepared to clean the interior of the Long Live Army?"

Some of the older figures in the national capital, after all, are well-informed, and this kind of event, which exists on the surface and seems that everyone can guess the future development path, often has other hidden purposes.

The Banzai Army is the strongest elite division in the country.

Away for too long.

Even if the new round of high-level officials has the intention to call these people back, they may not be able to complete the 7788, and this time with the help of the southern dispute, they will be recalled to the national capital at one time.

I don't have to clean everything in detail, but I'm afraid, as some people questioned back then, is it the Long Live Army raised by the people, or is it Ning Xuanyuan's own Long Live Army?

Seven days.

It's enough to change the days of the Banzai Army.

In the same way, it is enough to make those henchmen who are loyal to Ning Xuanyuan and still hold important positions in the Long Live Army to this day become prisoners.

Transfer of Rights.

Often accompanied by a plague of blood and light!

This kind of deep-seated crisis behind it, some older generations can easily see through it, let alone Wang Bozhao, who has been an official for decades?

It's just that.

At this time, Wang Bozhao didn't have the energy to pay attention to these, and before parting, he promised Qin Qiu how to take Xuanyuan away and how to return him as he was.

Even if it is a last resort, let down Ning Xuanyuan.

However, as for the promise made by Miss Qin, Wang Bozhao couldn't bear to break the appointment, so he had to do everything he could, and always put ensuring Ning Xuanyuan's safety in the first place.

"Take advantage of the old man's face, it's still worth some money, let's go again. ”

At nightfall.

Wang Bozhao is on the way.

When the fish belly in the east was white, a faint white line was revealed on the mountain, and the old man finally arrived at an unknown thatched house.

Look around.

Within dozens of miles, there are towering ancient trees.

Only in the middle area, a grass house was erected, countless flowers and plants were planted around, and several acres of vegetable land were raised ingeniously to be self-sufficient.

It's still early.

Wang Bozhao waited for most of the hour.

From the dense towering ancient trees, I saw an old man carrying a hoe.

Even the walking speed is faster than that of a young man in the prime of life.

After working for a long time, this old man, who was obviously dressed as a flower farmer, only glanced at Wang Bozhao lightly, and there was no communication during the whole process.

Wang Bozhao didn't squeak either.

The old man went into the house by himself, and after a while, he squatted at the door of the still humble door with a bowl of onion noodles, and finally said the first sentence, "I'll talk about it when I'm full." ”

Wang Bozhao sneered, this looks like Si Swenwen, an old guy of the same age as himself, he is really not polite to speak.

The old man ate very slowly, slowly and logically, and it was suspected that he was deliberately drying Wang Bozhao.

Wang Bozhao smoked four cigarettes back and forth, and when the fifth cigarette butt fell, the old man at the door put the big water bowl on the ground, wiped the sweat with the help of the sleeve on his arm, and finally asked, "What's the matter?"

"Please go out into the mountains. ”

Wang Bozhao didn't wait for the old man to speak, and hurriedly added, "Xuanyuan has returned to the capital, and the old man is afraid that someone will plot against him, so he wants to find a few more helpers." ”

"Who else have I found?" the old man raised his head, looked at Wang Bozhao quietly, and asked curiously.

Wang Bozhao replied, "I am considering it for the time being, but I am not sure." ”

"I've got enough of one. ”

The old man stood up, straightened his waist, and moved casually, estimating that he could set off at any time, but he had no weapon in his hand, so he skimmed over and picked up the hoe at the door, and carried it on his shoulder.

Wang Bozhao was stunned for a long time, and finally smiled helplessly.

After all, this is Wu Jian of the Thirteen Realms!

"Lao Tzu made such a majestic appearance in the national capital last time, his mother didn't fight, to be honest, very depressed, and now I finally seized the opportunity again. ”

Wu Jian carried a hoe, and did not deliberately wait for Wang Bozhao, and walked in the front alone with a scolding and scolding.

Wang Bozhao took the time to raise his head, and the light was scattered, he seemed to see an ancient beast, and in an instant, it exuded a killing intent that covered the sky!

If time permits.

Wang Bozhao really wants to find that kid's master, Yan Zangfeng!

However, since Wu saw that there were enough people to speak, he was not ready to make another move!

……

Countries.

Military compound.

A young man with sharp eyes and a soft smile was sitting on a sandalwood chair sipping tea in an over-the-knee robe, while his free right hand flipped through a list on the table.

The robe is pure white.

Threading the needle and threading, exquisite workmanship.

At the shoulder was a white dragon with a large jaw of blood.

During this time, although the true face of the deity was not seen, with such a prominent costume, anyone could guess that this person was the young master of the white dragon.

In his early twenties, Chen Fu was introverted, with a warm smile, and looked like a neighbor boy who was approachable, but at this time, his eyes swept over with a burst of murder.

He raised his hand, the list marked with the core members of the Long Live Army, and finally set up Erlang's legs, and in an extremely strange posture, he crossed a red cross on a black name.

"The new official has three fires in office, and he has to kill a few hard bones and establish his authority, otherwise they all think that they are long live the army, and now they are still following someone surnamed Ning. ”

The red handwriting is rigid.

The black traces with the words 'Chen Shaobao' gradually blurred.