At the gate of Chang'an City, in an inconspicuous inn, Ling Yue was practicing and meditating, while Ji Yu was standing in front of the window, standing with his hands in his hands.

As Ji Yu said, they had just entered Chang'an City, and Wen Zhuo had his eyes on them, but Wang Yin was not idle.

Before Wen Zhuo's spies arrived, Wang Yin's people came to the door and arranged them properly, and they were basically satisfied with Ji Yu's request.

For their arrival, Wang Yin was even more nervous than Wen Zhuo.

At this time, Ji Yu saw a strategist with a bag on his back who was about to go out of the city, it was Cheng Yingguang.

He smiled, and he didn't know if he was talking to Ling Yue, or if he was talking to himself: "It seems that the tiger is about to bite the rotten jackal." ”

Hearing this, Lingyue slowly opened her eyes and looked at Childe with some puzzlement.

Ji Yu continued: "Cheng Yingguang is gone!"

Lingyue thought about the past grievances and asked, "Do you want to take the opportunity to kill him?"

Ji Yu shook his head and said: "This is Chang'an, and those two people come to the Earth Spirit Secret Realm, they must have a deep meaning, if they are in Chang'an at this time, I will deal with Cheng Yingguang, I will definitely make a big disturbance, but they will trouble me, don't I ask for danger?"

"Even if they don't trouble me, not only will they sabotage Wang Yin's plan, but Wen Zhuo will definitely take the opportunity to use the army against us. ”

"Here, but Wen Zhuo's territory, although I have little hope, it is impossible to kill millions of divisions with one sword. ”

Lingyue nodded and said, "I understand!"

Ji Yu didn't speak again, but raised his eyebrows, looked at the huge Chang'an City, and thought to himself that it would be better for the capital to be in Luoyang or Chang'an in the future?

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In the blue sky, there is a large burning fireball, as if it is about to roast the world.

For a while, some cultivators with low cultivation used the cold ice aura to specially prepare chilled melons, fruits and drinks, which became hot sellers on the streets and alleys.

Of course, the target of this hot sale is naturally not those cultivators who are not invaded by the cold and heat, but those ordinary mortals in the market.

However, on this day, Lü Wenhou came to the palace.

Wang Yin was sitting in his seat, drinking a cup of tea, and when Lu Wenhou stepped into the far gate and walked to the main hall, he put down the teacup and got up to greet him.

Wang Yin and Lu Wenhou met at the door of the main hall, and the two saluted each other without superfluous polite words.

He raised his right hand, made a false gesture to Lu Wenhou, and followed Lu Wenhou into the main hall.

After entering the main hall, there were still no extra polite words, Wang Yin went straight to the point, and said: "Today is the day when Wen Zhuo wants to go further, from the Taishi to the father, when the time comes, I will personally go to the main hall to assassinate him!"

Lu Wenhou nodded and said, "Your cultivation is indeed something that few people can resist. ”

Wang Yin said: "When the time comes, he will definitely ask you to escort him in a panic." ”

Lu Wenhou said: "Then you need to bring a few more assassins, Wen Zhuo is not simple. ”

Wang Yin nodded and said, "This is simple, when you come to escort you, you can stab Wen Zhuo's old thief to death with a halberd!"

Lu Wenhou raised his eyebrows and asked, "Kill the old thief Wen Zhuo, and I can dance with Butterfly and join hands with Tianya?"

Wang Yin smiled slightly and said categorically: "That's nature!"

So, a conspiracy to kill Wen Zhuo was decided.

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During the period of Emperor Ling of the Later Han Dynasty, at the summer solstice, the thief Wen Zhuo, unwilling to only occupy the position of the Taishi, claimed to be his father, did not worship in the court, but handled the government on behalf of the Son of Heaven, and saw his people, such as seeing the Son of Heaven.

This great rebellion in the name of the great rebellion, the great rebellion, the princes of the Eighteen Roads, the heroes of the world, the common people, people and gods are angry!

On the day when the Han power sword leaned on the sky, Wen Zhuo wore a purple and gold python robe and walked into the hall.

The hundred officials followed him, seven paces away.

Invisibly, what Wen Zhuo practiced turned out to be the etiquette of the Son of Heaven of the Later Han Dynasty.

- Courtier, seven steps away from the Son of Heaven.

The tall and distant steps are like a thoroughfare.

Wen Zhuo led the courtiers to the steps step by step, as if he was ascending to the heavens, and the feeling of being about to become a big thing looking down on all living beings was very intoxicating.

Walking to the road, he suddenly felt a chill in his back, a biting chill, and just a moment of the sense of crisis between life and death hit his heart.

With the feeling of being a jackal for many years, he turned around suddenly, only to see that Wang Yin, who was already a candle in the wind and half a foot in the coffin, actually pulled out a short sword and stabbed Wen Zhuo's chest at some point.

Shocked, those courtiers shouted in surprise and scattered and hid, for fear of harming the pond fish.

Wen Zhuo is not a layman, his eyes are fixed, and his two eyes bloom with a ferocity like a jackal.

Then, when the short sword was about to stab Wen Zhuo's chest, Wen Zhuo suddenly closed his hands, and it was actually a clip of the short sword, and suddenly the short sword was difficult to enter.

He glared at Wang Yin angrily and shouted, "Old thing, it turns out that you are really ill-intentioned. ”

Wang Yin smiled coldly, but he changed his normal state, and he was not afraid, and said: "You have now forced your right hand away, how does Mr. Li Ru treat you, how do you treat him?"

"Have you ever heard of a saying that the unrighteous are helpless?"

Wen Zhuo's hands suddenly let go, followed by a beat, and the series of actions were completed extremely quickly, so the short sword only advanced a few more minutes during the period, and was slapped again, and stopped.

The huge force of the shock made the short sword hum violently, like a cry.

Suddenly, Wang Yin was shocked with the short sword.

The wind swept the jade platform, and in Wen Zhuo's hands, two huge pumpkin hammers appeared at some point, and at this time, his jackal posture was completely revealed.

At this moment, several black-clothed people poured out from all directions, all drawing their swords and rushing towards Wen Zhuo, their eyes showing a fierce light.

As an old minister of the Three Dynasties of the Later Han Dynasty, Wang Yin's official residence is now Lord Situ, so he naturally has the ability to arrange so many assassins to come in, and these assassins' cultivation is not low.

Wang Yin is not a soft persimmon, and Xiu Wei is between Wen Zhuo.

For a while, Wen Zhuo was in danger.

When those sword lights crisscrossed and struck, the twin hammers in Wen Zhuo's hands suddenly turned into two hurricanes, and all those sword lights were involved.

For a while, the sound of weapons hitting was endless, and small sparks like stars could be faintly seen splashing around.

At this moment, Wang Yin stabbed out a sword again and galloped towards Wen Zhuo's chest, and for a while, the sword aura was like a dragon.

This is Wang Yin's strongest stab.

He is already a broken candle in the wind, and the aura inspired by it is undoubtedly like the flame above the broken candle, the more fierce the flame, the shorter the life of the broken candle.

Wang Yin's current strength does not depend on cultivation, but on lifespan, and every time he enhances his aura, he burns an extra point of life.

The candle is the candle in the wind, the candle is the life, and the aura is the candle flame.

Just as the dragon-like sword qi was about to approach Wen Zhuo's fat and broad body, there was a sudden crisp sound of countless cold swords breaking.

Then, the assassins vomited blood and flew out like a weightless sack.

In the end, the two hurricanes merged together at an incredible angle, barely blocking Wang Yin's sword.

Hurricane slashed the dragon, two huge pumpkin hammers clamped the short sword that stabbed straight in, Wen Zhuo was panting, sweating profusely, and his face was pale.

This sudden assassination, coupled with the assassin's good cultivation, just made Wen Zhuo, who was about to become a dignified father, force him to become the end of the crossbow and the dog in the water.