Chapter 1272: Whetstone

Wang Zekai, the first day of the Wang family's side lineage, is a seventh-order Douzun realm monk.

In the Wang family, he is a radiant genius and a leader of the younger generation.

But secretly, he has another identity, the seventy-sixth secret agent of the Soul Palace.

From beginning to end, Wang Zekai was not a member of the Wang family, he was an inner ghost planted in the Soul Palace.

As early as 3,800 years ago, he was reincarnated into the Wang family by special means, and took away Wang Zekai, who was only seven years old at the time, and became a chess piece in the Soul Hall to enter the Wang family.

Over the years, relying on the help of the Soul Hall and his own unremitting efforts, Wang Zekai has stood out among the younger generation of the Wang family.

Madness is only his appearance, and no one in his eyes is just his disguise.

Shadows like this, there are countless in the Soul Palace, according to the degree of importance, the shadows are divided into three classes, of which Wang Zekai is the seventy-sixth word.

The leader of the younger generation of the Wang family is actually a member of the Soul Palace, and he is only the number seventy-six, so you can imagine how strong the penetration of the Soul Hall is into the major forces.

In the Wang family alone, Wang Zekai is not the only one who has a shadow, and there are even people in high positions among them, among the decision-making levels of the Wang family.

Scary, isn't it?

It's normal to think about it, if you don't have this means, the Soul Hall will not be able to resist the nine major forces in the world with a single blow, and maintain the situation of more wins and fewer defeats.

"Holy Son, my subordinates' performance today is quite qualified, right?"

Wang Zekai was full of flattering smiles, he himself was a secret agent from the Wudou Marshal Mansion, and his cultivation had already reached the eighth order, and he didn't know how many roles he had played.

Over the years, he has played the role of Wang Zekai in the Wang family, and has never aroused the suspicion of others.

"It's not bad at the moment, but whether you can continue to perform in the future depends on your next performance."

Wang Xu sat on the chair and glanced at the herbal tea on the table.

Wang Zekai ran up in small steps, poured tea for Wang Xu diligently, and said continuously: "Holy son, don't worry, I will definitely behave well." ”

"That's for the best."

Taking the teacup, Wang Xu took a sip of tea and said, "You came out this time, and you weren't discovered, right?" ”

Wang Zekai hurriedly said: "Holy Son, don't worry, I am professionally trained, and it is easy to shake off the eyes and ears of the Wang family, and there will definitely be no mistakes." ”

"Don't speak too slowly, be careful in everything. I have called you here this time because I have something to tell you, and if you do this well, I will not be stingy with rewards. ”

"By the command of the Son."

Learn the art of literature and martial arts, buy the emperor's family, this sentence is common all over the world.

Wang Zekai knows very well that a secret agent like him, if he is not appreciated by nobles, he will only be a miscellaneous fish for the rest of his life.

In the future, he will either fall in a certain espionage operation, or become an outcast and be thrown away.

He has seen too many things like this, and he knows very well whether there is a backer behind him, which is not only about the future, but also about his life.

"My request is very simple, I want you to make a whetstone and sharpen a good knife for me, would you like to?"

Hearing the previous words, Wang Zekai smiled, and when he heard the back, the smile on his face froze.

In his thoughts, he wanted to be a knife for Wang Xu.

Looking at it now, it was a whetstone.

There is a world of difference between making a knife or a whetstone.

The former is easy to use, and it is easy to be accepted for his own use, and he will have a backer in the future.

The latter is not, whetstone, whetstone, after the knife is sharpened, the whetstone is useless.

"Why, you don't want to?"

Seeing the unnaturalness on Wang Zekai's face, Wang Xu asked casually.

"Yes, willing..."

How dare Wang Zekai say that he is unwilling, what is his identity, what is Wang Xu's identity, isn't it looking for death if he says he is unwilling?

He is not an indigenous monk, and he would foolishly think that the Soul Hall has this power, thinking that as long as the monks of the Firmament World unite, they can resist the invasion of the Soul Palace.

That's simply impossible, the Soul Hall is not terrible, what is terrible is the Wudou Marshal Mansion standing behind the Soul Palace, and even the Fallen World.

The more he knows, the more Wang Zekai understands that it doesn't matter how fast or slow he runs, some people are born on the podium.

For him, Wang Xu is the person who was born on the podium, and a fluttering sentence can not only make him live, but also make him die, or life is better than death.

"I knew you wouldn't let me down, don't worry, I also climbed up from the bottom, today you saw me as a human, that was when you didn't see me as a dog.

I'm a very fair person, as long as you work hard and do things effectively, it's not impossible to stay by my side and do things. ”

Wang Xu also climbed up from the bottom, and he knows very well the mentality and demands of the little people.

The little people are not so ambitious, they just need a guarantee, and they will willingly work for you.

Of course, the balance lies in trade-offs, and if you don't control it well, you also have to be careful of capsizing in the gutter.

"Command, Holy Son."

Wang Zekai was decisive when he was decisive, and there was no hesitation in his eyes.

Wang Xu nodded with a smile and said, "Wang Gu, you have seen it, I think it is a good knife, and I plan to give him some cultivation to see if he can soar into the sky."

Your task is simple, use yourself to sharpen him, put pressure on him, give him motivation, and let him grow quickly.

I won't ask you how to do it, what do you need, say hello to Elder Fei, and he will solve it for you.

I have only one request, I want to see Wang Gu Chenglong, if he can't make it, you will push him in the back, do you understand? ”

"Understood."

Wang Zekai nodded heavily, and then whispered: "Holy Son, what potential does this Wang Gu have, and it is actually worth your help to pull him?" ”

The smile in Wang Xu's eyes was even stronger, and he said: "If I say that I am idle and bored, I want to see how much of a storm an inconspicuous little person can set off under the wings of a butterfly, do you believe it?" ”

Wang Zekai paused for a moment, although he felt that this statement was a bit child's play, but a voice in his heart told him that this was the standard answer.

Heaven makes the chessboard stars, a word from a big man, a bad taste, can change the fate of a little person.

Wang Zekai is a small person, Wang Gu is a small person, even if it seems to be a high-ranking emperor, he is actually a small person.

In the world of the sky, there is no real big man.

If anything, Wang Xu is half, and Princess Yushu is the other half.

For them, the Firmament World is a hunting ground, and the others, whether it is a native monk or a Soul Hall monk, at most it is only the difference between prey and hunting dogs, and none of them can be called hunters.

"Go ahead, do your job, I'll watch you." Wang Xu took a sip of tea again, and said, "This is a good opportunity to soar, you should seize it." ”

"Yes, Son."

Wang Zekai bowed and retired, he also thought so.

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