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"Where's that three-bear kid?"

In the dark night, Ying Ziyi chased along the axle print of the carriage, only to see a destroyed carriage and the corpses of several Mo family disciples. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Quicksand people? ”

Ying Ziyi looked at the broken wood of the carriage scattered on the ground, as if it had been smashed by a huge object. Ying Ziyi searched nearby, and walked some distance forward with the corpses and bloodstains of the Mo family disciples, and found that at the bend of the mountain road, there were traces of a fight, and there was a ribbon tied in a bun by Gao Yue, a Lori, which happened to hang on a convex stone and was not blown away by the wind.

Ying Ziyi looked down at the scene below, although the moonlight was bright, but it was pitch black under the mountain, and nothing could be seen.

I'll go, I'll not see you for a while, these three bear children won't fall off the cliff like this!

Although each protagonist has a plug-in, there will be absolutely no problem after falling off the cliff. However, thinking of the heavy weight of Xi Chuba's fat body and the chicken leg that knew how to eat, Ying Ziyi always felt uneasy.

At this time, it was close to dawn, Ying Ziyi probed down the cliff and found that under the mountain road, there was a sea of bamboo.

The wind was blowing gently, accompanied by the refreshing fragrance of bamboo, and at this time, a glimmer of light had risen from the sky. As far as the eye can see, the tentacles are greatly extended. The location where Ying Ziyi was ordered is still some distance from the place where the incident occurred.

Ying Ziyi searched all the way, but saw a scene that surprised him unusually.

One of the four heavenly kings of quicksand, the former Korea's No. 1 wrestler Musou fell to the ground like this. Although it is said that he is covered in copper skin and iron bones, he is not aware of the height of this mountain cliff. At this moment, the flesh and blood of the Musou Ghost's body are blurred, and I am afraid that he is not even qualified to be made into a peerless organ.

Ying Ziyi couldn't help but cover her head with her hands, "Sure enough, the protagonist still has an aura." ”

Although the peerless ghost is the most vegetable among the four heavenly kings of quicksand, he only has the strength to summon the wolves like the Blue Wolf King, nor does he have the ability of Baifeng to fight in the ground and air, and he is not an all-rounder like Chi Lian who is proficient in pharmacology and hypnosis, but he also has excellent external skills.

Under normal circumstances, opponents like Chicken Leg Ming and Xi Chu Ba Fat can only be called three-legged cats, not to mention that there are only three, even if there are thirty, and they are not the opponents of the unparalleled ghosts.

However, now that the bloody scene is in front of him, the Peerless Ghost still has not escaped his bento fate. Except for the protagonist's aura, Ying Ziyi can't think of any other explanation.

Ying Ziyi searched nearby, but found no trace of anyone else. It seems that after the fight, only the Musou Oni fell from above.

What a tragic fate! Is this what happens to be against a decent protagonist? When Ying Ziyi was leaving, he glanced at the peerless ghost and sighed. Villains are a very dangerous profession.

"Where did the three bear children go?" Yingzi Yi muttered.

……..

"How's it going?"

On the cliff rock, Uncle Zhuang stood with his sword.

"The peerless ghost is dead, and the whereabouts of those three children are unknown."

Chi Lian walked up quietly, but her eyes were not on Wei Zhuang, the man she loved the most. At this moment, Wei Zhuang, next to him stood a man in Confucian clothes, standing in the wind, with a fluttering posture, like a woman.

Chi Lian was very familiar with this figure, even if he hadn't seen him in person, Chi Lian had already guessed who this person was? It was one of her few friends in South Korea that year, Zhang Liang, the third master of Confucianism.

"Waste." Wei Zhuang said softly, without a trace of emotion in his tone.

"The weak die and the strong live, and only the strongest can control their own destiny. Do you still think so? ”

"Endless life and death, endless choices, this is the way of vertical and horizontal. It's the same for me and for you. Wei Zhuang said.

"The world has been unified, and the old order is gone. In this new era, Yingzheng has arranged his place for everyone. All people just need to live according to their wishes, whether it is you or me. Zhang Liang said lightly.

"I thought you had hid in the small Confucian sage village, and you had completely given up the past. Now it seems that the ovary is still the ovary. Wei Zhuang smiled, and seemed to be very happy.

"Everyone has their own unique imprint, and it's not something that you can forget if you want to." Zhang Liang turned his head slightly, glanced at Chi Lian, and nodded: "His Royal Highness Red Lotus." ”

"Red Lotus has long been dead, and now there is only Chi Lian." Even at this moment, the center of the red lotus's heart fluctuated, but this charming woman's face was indifferent.

It's not like the tenderness of Weizhuang when facing Weizhuang, it's not like the charm and charm when facing the enemy, and it's not like the cruelty and severity when dealing with quicksand peers. When treating Zhang Liang, there was no superfluous expression on the woman's face.

Zhang Liang turned his head, and from the top of the cliff, his vision stretched out into the distance, and there was a sea of bamboo. Verdant and upright, just in line with the posture of a gentleman. Zhang Liang exhaled softly and sighed: "The deceased is like a river, reluctant to give up day and night. ”

"Becoming an imperial weapon doesn't seem to be the original intention of Quicksand?"

"No, to be precise, Quicksand is not working for Yingzheng, but Prince Yingzi of Qin." Wei Zhuang glanced at Zhang Liang, and when he talked about Yingziyi, the corners of Zhang Liang's eyes twitched slightly.

Wei Zhuang knew what Zhang Liang was thinking, and said: "There is a rumor circulating in the rivers and lakes that Confucian Fu Nian has been loyal to Prince Qin at this moment, is this true? ”

Zhang Liang nodded and said, "That's right, at this moment, the second senior brother Yan Lu has gone to the land of Baiyue with a cadre of great Confucians to educate the local people. ”

Wei Zhuang sneered disdainfully: "Chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, Confucianism violates the law with literature, these self-proclaimed chivalrous people are the biggest source of chaos in the country." At the same time as Han Fei founded the five beetles, he established quicksand precisely to implement the concept of knowing rape by art and ending punishment by punishment. However, it seems that someone has found a better way to deal with these people by this time. ”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Liang looked at Wei Zhuang and frowned slightly.

"Promote the king, tame the barbarians, and make the Confucian education promote in all directions. Is there anything more appealing to those so-called Confucians? Even in places where plague is rampant, those who are pretentious will probably abandon their homes and careers. Prince Qin gave them this opportunity, and let these Confucians, who were clamoring for the restoration of the old system, stay away from the center of the whirlpool, saving them a lot of trouble. Ying Ziyi's methods are really clever. Wei Zhuang said. As a Zongheng family, Wei Zhuang's means and ideas are similar to those of Han Fei, who is a legalist, which is also the reason why Wei Zhuang, who has always been arrogant, can work with him. From the bottom of his bones, Wei Zhuang annoys those so-called Confucian Moxia.

"If the city is destroyed this time, then the two major sources of chaos in his mouth will dissipate, and the rule of the empire will be more stable." As a Confucian, Zhang Liang said with some self-deprecation.

"The talent of Qin's rule in Yingzheng is indeed as stable as Mount Tai. You're here this time for the sake of the city? Wei Zhuang asked.

"You got it?" Zhang Liang asked rhetorically.

"No matter what the giant of the Mo family said beforehand, in my opinion, the Organ City is already a dead city."

"How so?"

"Because their opponent is Yingziyi."

"You seem to think highly of him?"

"You should be well aware of that. Fu Nian, who has always been known for his stubbornness, fell to the crown prince of Qin, doesn't this explain the problem? Wei Zhuang turned his head, looked at the scenery in the distance, and said.

Even if Zhang Liang didn't want to admit it, he was not optimistic about the defense of the organ city in his heart. Even the beam, which is known as the world's strongest city, was not broken in the end? The city defense is strong, but it can resist the enemy for a while, but it is difficult to be a lifetime. On the battlefield, the most powerful thing is not the thick armor of the crossbow, but the intrigue that makes the enemy unguardable.

The Mo family's organ city has a good reputation, and both the empire and the Fan Qin forces have a deep understanding of this. But it is precisely because of this knowledge that it is even more impossible for the empire to storm the organ city as expected by the Mo family. It is precisely this principle that the army will attack and the city will be attacked. What's more, it was the prince of Qin, who was known for his despicable cunning, would he let his soldiers attack a well-fortified city at any cost?

"Whether it is you or me, in the eyes of outsiders at this moment, you can be said to be a person who is a young man. I can't imagine that after many years, there are still some similarities between us. The white hair was blowing in the wind, and Wei Zhuang smiled.

"It's not funny at all." Zhang Liang said.

"And now, what are you going to do? See this meeting convened by the Mojia giants? You should know that once your affairs in the organ city are found out by the nets of Ying Ziyi's men, then it will bring boundless disasters to you and Confucianism. ”

"I understand." Zhang Liang said helplessly, and a trace of loneliness flashed on the face of the glamorous woman. Even if the giant of the Mo family believed him and still sent out an invitation, Zhang Liang couldn't just walk into the organ city so blatantly for the sake of Confucianism. Because from the beginning, Zhang Liang was not optimistic about the Mo family's actions this time.

The wind blew gently, with the sound of bamboo leaves. There was a silence between Zhang Liang and Wei Zhuang.

At this moment, six impressive sword intents rose into the sky, almost undisguised and rushed straight towards the mountain cliff. The three people on the cliff instantly became vigilant in their hearts.

"Who is this time?" Zhang Liang asked Wei Zhuang with a slight puzzlement.

"Ying Ziyi's net, old friend, as a disciple of Confucianism, you don't have to worry about it." Wei Zhuang chuckled.

The Six Sword Slaves walked out from behind the mountain, but to the surprise of the three of Wei Zhuang, there was a young man behind them.

It's Yingziyi!

Wei Zhuang's eagle-like eyes stared at Ying Ziyi, and he didn't expect that he had quietly come here.

"Mr. Wei Zhuang, I haven't seen you for a long time." Ying Ziyi smiled and glanced at Zhang Liang, "This is Zhang Liang, the third master of Confucianism, Zhang Zifang!" ”

The young man's smile was gentle, but Zhang Liang's heart was irrepressible. (To be continued.) )