"Hey, that, isn't Xiaojun able to kill people invisibly?" Besides, he still doesn't give up.

At the beginning, Xiaojun killed the Zheng family, and the people he killed were all identified as natural deaths.

Killing a person is a lot more difficult than killing a person and creating the illusion of a natural death after killing a person.

"He couldn't do it either. He won't make a move this time, he just wants to make sure you come back alive. "Zhou Ding became enlightened.

"Don't think about it too much, just according to the team of a few people you envisioned, it is a great luck to be able to go deep into the Tatar royal court, and then come back alive." Murong Yanran also smiled bitterly.

"Why do you insist on doing this? Is the head of Zhao Quan and others so important? Zhou Dingcheng didn't understand.

Besides, it is taboo to kill, how can there be such a strong obsession with killing today? Zhao Quan and the others are far away in Bansheng City, which can be said to be far away in the sky, and they have nothing to do with it. Besides, why insist on their heads?

Besides, the reason for this is all for the sake of the decree of amnesty.

"Even if you can't fight for this, there is not only one way to get the holy decree." Murong Yanran said.

Both of them obviously disagreed, and there were too many things to do in Zhao's body, and the implementation of this task was too variable, and the risk factor rose sharply.

"What you have to worry about shouldn't be this, it's how to get out of the jam secretly. Zhao Quan: They are very closely monitoring the mainland, and if you want to spy on intelligence, maybe they already know about this through the insider, and they may be thinking of all kinds of ways to keep an eye on you now. If they find out when we came out of that border pass, we may not be able to go far, and we will encounter all kinds of interceptions and ambushes, in which case, the best result is only to return halfway. The task of espionage was in vain. Murong Yanran said again.

"yes, I know."

Besides, after thinking about this, he has made several plans, and the one he most wants to take is to ask the imperial court for assistance, when he goes out, he will be mixed with a border army out of the fortress, and at the same time, the border troops of the nine border passes will have to go out of the pass to walk around, so that the Tatars will not be able to find out in time which border he is out of the fortress.

By the time they were finalized, they might have entered the city of Tatar without any problems.

The royal city of Tatar was in Hala Horin, which was also the birthplace of Genghis Khan.

This is, of course, the best outcome, as for the interception, ambush, and so on on the way, it is also conceivable, and we can only respond to the situation at that time, and solve whatever difficulties we face, and if we want to sit in the city of Beijing and think of everything that may happen in advance, and then implement them one by one, it is tantamount to talking on paper and drawing the moon in the water.

The rainstorm pear flower needle that he asked the Ministry of Industry to transform has been built, and 1,000 box-like hidden weapons have been ordered, and 2,000 pen-like hidden weapons have been ordered. He can't use so much at all, but the number of orders is too small, so people know that he uses it himself, but it's not good, it's better to order it in the name of the public, and the cost will naturally be recorded in the public expense.

He will also be a fake public and private, and he will have a lot of fun.

Although the number of needles in the current rainstorm pear flower needle is less than half, the strength of the shot has increased, and he is afraid that the Tatar body is strong, maybe he has a special physique to resist the acupoint, and he prepared the most powerful anesthetic, and soaked those needles in it for three days and three nights, he tried to shoot a strong cow, but the strong cow fell in a moment, and did not wake up until a day and a night later.

He predicted that if he didn't dare to say anything else, an elephant would be shot by a box-shaped rainstorm pear flower needle, and it would also turn into a pile of mud, and it would be hard to say how many days he would wake up. As for whether the strong man who was shot in the future would be anesthetized for ten days and a half months, and even in danger of being buried alive underground, he didn't care, anyway, he didn't kill people directly.

He knew that this was self-deception, and when he came to the battlefield in the future, under his orders, he didn't know how many people he would kill, but as long as he wasn't allowed to kill with his own hands, he wouldn't have too strong a sense of guilt.

His biggest regret was that the mutated hell map couldn't be used, otherwise even hell would dare to go there.

"We'll talk about that later." Besides, I thought about it for a long time before I said.

It's possible to be prepared, but too often the plan doesn't change quickly, and improvisation is king.

"Xiaojun may have a way to hide from the world, but unfortunately I asked him, and he just didn't say it, just said that he would know when the time came." Zhou Ding became enlightened.

"Do you believe him? Last time, he also said that he had a secret passage out of the city, but it turned out that there was no one at all. Besides, he laughed.

"That's right, didn't this kid want to dig a secret passage to the depths of the desert?"

"It's impossible, there's no way to dig a tunnel in the desert." Murong Yanran couldn't listen to it anymore.

A few people started out with a serious discussion, and then they started chatting.

Maybe she feels that the big war is imminent, and Murong Yanran is not as penanced behind closed doors as before, she has come out more often, and sometimes chats with others for a while, which has never been done before, and she is also worried about taking risks this time.

In others, the more urgent they are, the more they have to cultivate, just like a student sharpening a gun before the exam, but a master like Murong Yanran wants to completely relax and empty his mind before the big battle, so that he can fully exert his ability.

Three days later, in a large hall of a certain great sect, several heavyweights of the sect leader level sat together and talked.

Emperor Jiajing believed that "the two dragons do not meet", these people are all overlords of one side, the dragon is in the sky, they generally do not meet, there is something to negotiate, and then they make decisions according to their own circumstances.

They came here today because they really couldn't drag it out, and they had already decided to go deep into Mobei, and they wanted to ask them to respond to the call through Murong Yanran's mouth and plan a way to cut off the head of Zhao Quan, the leader of the White Lotus Sect.

"What does Childe think, it's not child's play to say that his whimsy is light." A certain sect leader smiled bitterly.

"He is just a child, these days, with the support of the emperor and Zhang Xiang, no matter what he wants to do, he can do as he wants, he thinks that the world can be done, and nothing can be done in the world." The other sect leader stroked his long black beard and smiled.

"Indeed, it's just a child, thinking that if you make a fuss, you will have milk to eat, isn't this a child's personality?"

The crowd laughed, and the analogy was apt.

With their age and status, it is not too much to call them children, these people all pretend to be outsiders in the red dust, and they have long looked at the people and things in the red dust.

"In any case, his safety still has to be guaranteed, if we don't make a move, naturally someone will take action, and then we will be passive, and some people have been waiting for such an opportunity." The old sect leader who was presiding over this meeting coughed.

The "someone" he said refers to everyone who understands that it is an overseas monarch organization, and the old man and the princess have already fallen into their hands, and if they are deceived overseas again, the Qinwang faction in the mainland is equivalent to giving people a handle.

"The security issue is not difficult to handle, but I am afraid that people will not appreciate it and will not cooperate. If you think about it, it's going to be difficult. One man sighed.

"That's when he sits at home and thinks he is, and when he gets to the desert and sees the real danger, he will take the initiative to cooperate."

"It's hard to say, his way to Beijing was full of thrills, but he never sent a distress signal that we gave him in advance, and he was obviously determined not to accept our affection." The old sect leader who presided over the meeting also sighed.

At the mention of this matter, several sect leaders were all blushing and speechless.

They did miscalculate their determination, thinking that they would inevitably give in to them and ask for help when they were in danger and their lives were threatened, but they ignored them at all, and they also survived the danger of death one after another, and arrived in Beijing safely.

They have been haunted by this matter, which is equivalent to slapping them in the face.

"Maybe he is really a Jiren with his own natural appearance, and he can turn danger into disaster and become auspicious in trouble? If that's the case, why don't we take a risk and stay out of it? "A sect leader proposed.

"No, the danger on the side of the White Lotus Sect and the Tatars is by no means the business of a few assassins, but a large number of masters, as well as hundreds of thousands of iron horses, that is not a good life can escape."

"Well, those people with ulterior motives overseas are waiting in the dark to pick up the bargain, we must not stay out of the matter this time, we must control the situation in our hands. lest the son ascend to the throne in the future, and we will lose the initiative. ”

"Either the news is leaked to the outside of the Saiwai, so that they will be intercepted as soon as they get out of the Saiwai, and at that time, our people will come forward and bring the son back." A man comes up with a bad idea.

"No, this is something that crosses the line, and it must not be done."

Several people discussed it secretly for a long time, and finally agreed on a plan that they thought would be seamless.

On the third day after several sect leaders made a plan, a few people suddenly appeared in the side hall of a certain royal palace.

This palace has long been occupied by the prince, it has been idle, only the special person appointed by the imperial court is responsible for cleaning and maintenance, but no one knows that this place has become a secret cave of a certain organization.

When a few people came to the side hall, they looked at the hall above the steps, and there was no one on it, but these people waited very respectfully, and there was no slack in the slightest.

After a while, several people suddenly appeared in the hall above the steps, several veiled women.

"Welcome to the Virgin's Temple." The following people knelt down together to pay respects.

One of the women above came to the golden chair and sat down, and then said, "Get up and talk about things." ”

"Obey the decree of His Highness." Several people got up, stood bent over, and began to report the situation one by one.

These people reported all the information about the recent deployment of troops by the imperial court, and they also wanted to take people to personally go deep into Mobei to spy on the military situation.

"A hairy young man dares to act so recklessly, is there really no one to send in the imperial court?" The saint above sneered.

"Your Highness the Holy Maiden, this hairy boy is not simple, he is now the number one tyrant in the capital, training soldiers with his own hands, and now he has trained 20,000 elite soldiers." One of the people below said boldly.

"Don't I know him yet? It's just a spoiled child, who doesn't know how thick the sky is. Of course he is welcome to go, not to mention that he is alone, even if the thousands of troops of the imperial court pass by, he will only be killed and imprisoned. The saint said with a look of disdain.