Three days, three whole days. The fleet faced all sorts of unbelievable obstacles from its opponents.

Even these invisible opponents are becoming more and more proficient in their techniques. Expensive trebuchets, bed crossbows have long been out of use. The beautiful natural environment in the game gives them more options.

The stout trees surrounded by one person, for the masters with tools and true qi, cutting is not a problem, and transportation is not a problem. The thick trunks of the trees carry the kinetic energy of the river blessings, causing great trouble to the fleets swimming upstream.

People definitely can't be hurt, but the other party's goal is also very clear, and if you can hurt the boat, you can hurt it, even if it's just to block the speed of the boat, it's good.

Wang Qing sat on the mast, tired.

Since the first class, I seem to have swelled a little. I'm a little used to the deterrence that power brings, and I'm a little too confident in power. The thousands of years of human history have long been explained. Strength has always been just a tool, and wisdom is the ultimate weapon of mankind.

Wang Qing sat quietly on the top of the mast, activated Kenshin Tongming, and began to analyze the current situation from the most rational angle.

After calming down, I quickly discovered a bunch of problems.

Until now, they don't even know who the enemy is.

Wang Qing also jumped ship and chased after the attack when the attack occurred. But the opponent was extremely careful, and immediately after launching the offensive, he retreated, not caring about the effect at all. This made Wang Qing only faintly see a vague figure even if he was fast enough.

And the offensive of these opponents, although disgusting, is too gentle, right?

Yes, gentleness. Although the attack so far has effectively slowed down the fleet, there has not been a single fatality, and only a few unlucky ones have suffered some flesh wounds.

This is a far cry from the horrific assassinations they recounted.

More importantly, after Wang Qing calmed down, he suddenly found a biggest point of neglect.

There are no tasks.

Although the game is highly intelligent because of the high intelligence of high-level NPCs, the form of tasks is much more flexible than in the previous game. Even many of the tasks are ambiguous about how they are completed and the final reward.

But a quest is a quest, and the rigid system generates quests for players based on the interaction between NPCs and players.

There is no task so far, which means that in the eyes of the system, escorting Zhao Ruyu into Beijing cannot become a task.

That's where it gets interesting.

The so-called task should have a publisher, a recipient, a commissioned event and a reward. Basically meet these four conditions, and the system will generate tasks.

But now, it stands to reason that there are all four, although the reward is not explicitly stated, but since Wang Qing came as Kunlun, he is not afraid of Zhao Ru's foolishness.

If this task is not established, a meaningful smile hangs on the corner of Wang Qing's mouth. Since it is not your own problem, the problem can only be with the publisher or the commissioned event.

Zhao Ruyu, the old man, is undoubtedly the core of the incident, is there something wrong with the person, or is something wrong?

Wang Qing's heart moved, his body slanted, and he landed on the deck. Turn around and walk into the cabin.

"Wang Zhenren, Qing Xiu is over?"

Zhao Ruyu sat on the main seat, sipping tea slowly. A group of Kunlun disciples guarded all possible directions.

Wang Qing smiled slightly, and suddenly his eyes sharpened, and the unique artistic conception of a first-class master emanated.

The Kunlun disciples were all shocked, but they felt the familiar aura and did not make any further movements. People can be disguised, but I haven't heard of even the artistic conception that can be imitated. Several of them were Wang Qing's old comrades-in-arms, and they were extremely familiar with Wang Qing's breath. Although he was puzzled by Wang Qing's sudden attack, he still chose to believe his comrades-in-arms.

The artistic conception of this thing, saying that high-end is really high-end. Bullying low-handed, there is no reason to talk about it, it is the only way for first-class masters to face siege and abuse vegetables. But after all, it is a pure spiritual power, and it has no effect on some people.

Among them are well-educated Confucians and long-standing officials. These people may not have practiced martial arts, and a weak man can knock them down. However, in terms of spiritual cultivation alone, some are even higher than first-class masters. This is not a new thing in Buddhism and Taoism, there are always some special existences who only read the scriptures and do not practice martial arts.

Zhao Ruyu was able to occupy a high position, not by virtue of the status of the emperor's relatives, but by being the champion and the first in the examination. All the way to the right phase, it can be said that one person is below and above ten thousand. The mere artistic conception is coercive, but it is just a breeze.

Unexpectedly, an astonishing artistic conception suddenly erupted from Zhao Ruyu's body, counteracting the coercion of Wang Qing's artistic conception.

Grass, first-class master.

From the last time he attacked the military formation, he was almost ruined by a hidden first-class master, Shadow Guard, and Wang Qing no longer believed in the so-called induction of the first-class room.

Later, Daoxiang Village was almost put by Liu Dahai again. Let Wang Qing completely understand that there are countless miraculous techniques in this world, and it is not a shocking move to block the induction.

Cangchang!

The shattered star was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword pointed at Zhao Ruyu.

"Hehe, tell me, who are you?"

Zhao Ruyu's face was helpless, and he didn't know what to do, there was a burst of light and shadow, and a white and chubby old man turned into a thin old man.

"Hehe, don't be annoyed, don't be annoyed. Changgemen Lu You, I have seen all the Kunlun disciples. ”

"When the book is used, there is little hatred, and it is difficult to know the cause of the matter?"

"Haha, the work of the game, not enough to worry about."

Wang Qing was full of emotions, and in this game with a historical background, it was not surprising to see some celebrities. But the uncle in front of him is so famous that all the students who have taken the college entrance examination have the urge to strangle him.

Fortunately, this is the Southern Song Dynasty, if it is the Republic of China, I am afraid that a large group of people will form a group to go to Mr. Zhou Shuren. Reciting the full text, how many students' nightmares.

I just heard the news of Xin Qiji, but I didn't expect to see another big bull so soon. Everyone wandered between idols and language nightmares, and they didn't know how to face this one for a while.

However, since the other party reported to Changgemen, Wang Qing also accepted the long sword. The tension dissipated in an instant.

"Okay, Old Man Lu, let's talk about it, what's the situation?"

Lu You smiled, and changed back to Zhao Ruyu.

"You fool said that you kid monkey spirit monkey spirit, you may not be able to hide it. It's just that I didn't expect to be seen by you so soon. ”

"So, Old Minister Zhao is also a member of your Changge Sect?"

"Outer disciple, his status as a relative of the emperor is extremely important. If you practice martial arts, the ascent channel will be broken. To be honest, it's a waste, with his talent, it's a pity to waste the pickling thing above the court. ”

"What about the enemy outside?"

Zhao Ruyu, oh no, Lu You's face was embarrassed. He took out a recorder from his sleeve and blew it silently.

Soon after, a man was brought in by a sergeant from outside.

Everyone looked at each other speechlessly, and a sentence of MMP swirled in the air.

"Zhuang Die, just yourself?"

Zhuang Die's big innocent eyes flashed and nodded.

Wang Qing suddenly realized a serious problem.

"Girl, where did you get those trebuchets and bed crossbows?"

"I'll get it at your house. Sister Wen is in retreat, but Qi Fei and we know each other better. I said you were useful here, and she gave me everything in the warehouse. ”

Burst! Wang Qing vomited blood and fell to the ground, and it was difficult to prevent thieves. Dead girl, you pay me back my hard-earned money! ()

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