Yan Xiaowu didn't understand it, scratched his head and said to himself: "No, Brother Zhang, don't you care about us?"

Hearing Yan Xiaowu's words subconsciously, a fine light flashed in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly tore the strip of cloth into pieces and threw it away. After that, Zhu Yuanzhang patted Yan Xiaowu's shoulder and whispered: "Brother Zhang is an immortal, what he wants to do must be different from us ordinary people." What's more, we can't always pester Brother Zhang, right? Since that master of the Yuan Army is dead, presumably Brother Zhang has done everything he wants to do for us. When we go back this time, we will show our strength and make the Tartars suffer some hardships!"

Zhang Yun didn't want to help Zhu Yuanzhang, but now the world is in turmoil, and the rebel army has risen and fallen frequently to a terrifying level. There may be several rebel armies revolting in a day, but many more rebels will die out in a day or another. Zhang Yun re-entered the WTO and did not return home, just to take the lead and take advantage of the fact that his identity was not revealed, and to choose a promising future in this troubled world to assist the rebels.

Since it was found out that Zhu Yuanzhang was also involved in the tide of the uprising, Zhang Yun, who had long seen that he was not a carp in the pond, naturally made a choice, otherwise how could he let go of the pursuit of the Chengtian and Earth Eradication Society and came all the way to Haozhou? It's just that the discovery in Dingyuan City surprised Zhang Yun so much that he had to leave a letter and leave Zhu Yuanzhang for the time being, and return to Dingyuan to track it down.

Dingyuan, which was originally an important town of the rebel army, had already been conquered by the Yuan army, and everything in the city had been "perfectly" restored to the rule of the Yuan court.

Zhang Yun actually didn't understand the attitude of the rulers of the Yuan Dynasty to govern the world. They possess vast territory and powerful armies, but they still treat their people like guests, or robbers who break into someone's home.

Dividing people into several classes and deliberately suppressing the Han people, everything seems to be a robber who has finally taken the master hostage to prevent the counterattack of the hostages in his hands.

What a stupid idea is this? Zhang Yun shook his head and sighed lightly. He easily entered Dingyuan from the head of the city, and he didn't worry at all that anyone in this city would find out his whereabouts. The dragon in the palm of the sleeve before hit it, I am afraid that all the masters with sufficient level within a radius of hundreds of miles will feel it, if there is really an existence in this Dingyuan City that is comparable to Zhang Yun, how can it evade his senses?

After ten years of polishing, Zhang Yun's Lingyun footwork was born from stepping into the air, and has reached the realm of tangible and intangible. He walked all the way and didn't know how many Yuan soldiers walked in front of him, but no one could notice even the slightest abnormality. Coming to the hall of General Dingyuan's mansion, standing easily in the side door behind General Dingyuan, Zhang Yun looked coldly at this general who was eating nonsense and hugging left and right.

If he hadn't understood the causes and consequences of Dingyuan's capture in advance, Zhang Yun would not have thought that this general, who seemed to be able to be classified as "incompetent", was actually an extremely scheming and ruthless master of the imperial army, which was completely different from his appearance.

It's a pity that you are not as lucky as the general in the sleepy state, there are no real masters in the city, and you are too close to Tuleigou. Zhang Yun's face was like frost, his right hand was raised to make a knife palm and cut a palm, and then he stepped out in one step, and when he reappeared in the figure, he was already very far away from the general's mansion, only more than ten zhang away from the Dingyuan city wall.

Just when Zhang Yun was about to go out of the city to help Yan Xiaowu, who was feintting, a picture flashed in his mind of the moment before he "walked out" of the general's mansion hall with General Na Dingyuan's head.

There was a guard of General Dingyuan who looked at the headless General Dingyuan, and his eyes actually revealed surprise.

Being the first to react after I took his head is a bit interesting. I thought that Dingyuan had been cleaned up enough by the Tartars, but it seems that I overestimated the Tartars and underestimated those guys who changed their names and thought they could turn from light to dark.

Zhang Yun's thoughts were racing in his heart, but he still went to the city. He looked at Yan Xiaowu's direction, and then casually pulled out a piece of cloth from the arms of the defenders on the side, gathered heat with his index finger, scalded out a few words on the cloth, and then rubbed the cloth into a ball and flicked his fingers, and steadily hit the small cloth ball in Yan Xiaowu's palm.

Easily returned all the arrow feathers that pounced on Yan Xiaowu, and Zhang Yun fell from the city with an upside-down onion and disappeared into the lifeless crowd in the city. He was going to go back and find out what he was seeing.

Returning to the General's Mansion was still as light as ever, and Zhang Yun didn't care how many layers of guards were added here. As long as Mingli is not surrounded by a large army, it is tantamount to a fool's dream to use a group of so-called elite soldiers who are not aware of Zhang Yun's existence to keep him.

In addition to the threefold number of guards, the General's Mansion is actually still a scene of singing and dancing. Zhang Yun was not too surprised, because he had already guessed that this might be the case if he chose to return, but he was only sure of it with his own eyes at this time. Zhang Yun's heart moved, and he immediately reached out and wiped the face of the head in the package, and an extremely delicate human skin mask was torn off by Zhang Yun.

This strange feel is bloody skin? How can anyone still do this?

Zhang Yun was a little surprised, because the "Blood Skin" was created by the "Thousand Noodles Hall" in the Sui and Tang dynasties, because the disguise technique used required a large number of live experiments, and the test results were nine out of ten deaths, and it was destroyed by dozens of masters of the martial arts righteous path in the Tang Dynasty after only three generations.

According to Zhang Yun's grandmother, Xie Qiyu, who is also the goddess of public loss, said that this thing must first self-destruct the face, and then dissolve with the flesh and blood of the mask. Its effect is on par with or better than the best "Painted Soul" masks available today, and it can be seen as real in front of anyone who doesn't know it.

Even the bloody skin has been used, the identity of this Dingyuan general, tsk, I really chose the right one when I turned around. The corners of Zhang Yun's mouth curled slightly, and an excitement of discovering a major secret surged into his heart.

The singing and dancing in the hall were still there, but the headless General Dingyuan, who was supposed to surprise everyone, had disappeared, and there was not even a trace of blood left. Zhang Yunzi would not stay in this front hall for a long time, which was already full of illusions, he walked a few steps to the backyard, and soon found the Dingyuan general again. It's just that what Zhang Yun found was not a headless corpse, but a living person who definitely looked exactly like General Dingyuan.

Zhang Yun's brows moved slightly, and he silently sneered and stuck to the beam, intending to see what tricks this resurrected general Dingyuan could play.

General Dingyuan looked happy at this time, he looked at the generals kneeling in front of the table and said with a smile: "Get up, what do you look like when you kneel one by one?" At this time, the general's palace was full of heavy troops, and no matter how high the assassin's martial arts were, he would not dare to risk the danger of not returning to assassinate again. ”