"Warlord scuffle, Western invasion, empire sinking, today's world, the great changes that have not been seen in the past few years, unchanged is not enough to stand."

"The ancestors are not enough to law, we should follow the example of the West, build factories, make foreign guns, and learn from the long skills to control the country!"

"Students, we are all young people who have received a new education, and we are also the future masters of this country······ saving the country, just starting from me and doing every little thing around us."

A young student leader with a delicate and resolute face, dressed in a white-washed white shirt, stood on a platform made of wood and bamboo, waved his arms, and gave an impassioned speech.

On the streets, a group of young students, also less than twenty years old, are full of youthful atmosphere, vigorous and vigorous, and all the characteristics of young people are unobstructed.

Their speeches attracted the attention of a group of peers.

In the streets and alleys, many students are handing out self-printed flyers.

People came in a hurry, occasionally stopping to listen, and soon they hurried away.

There was a depression and heaviness on his face.

It wasn't a good time.

Foreign guns and cannons have shattered the last bit of fig leaf of this thousand-year-old country.

The officials of the empire endured humiliation and bowed to the outside world, and ruled with high pressure at home, so that foreigners from all over the world flaunted their might and became people of the people, while the people of the empire were reduced to a second-class race.

However, if a foreigner commits a crime, the empire will not be tried, and must be transferred to the concession of the Western country and handed over to the foreigner for trial.

The concessions of various countries, called concessions, are often leased for ten years or a hundred years, which are actually land cuts, and there are armed guards among them, just like a country within a country.

Groveling to this point, the majesty of the empire is gone.

In various parts of the country, warlords are everywhere, and the royal family is only left with righteousness in name, and is no longer able to control the situation.

The country of Lu has been inherited for 260 years, and it has accumulated disadvantages for a long time, like a giant with feet of clay, which affects the whole body.

Even if there are capable people and virtuous ministers, they do not dare to make big changes, but the situation has changed, and they have to change, and they have changed the law in a hurry many times, and they have failed, but the power has fallen, and warlords have risen in various places, and they have been fighting endlessly year after year.

Mixed in the crowd, there was a man in a green shirt who was not good-looking, with his right hand in his arms, as if looking at a pocket watch.

A young man with a few domestic servants and short hair looked energetic, and his resolute face was irrepressibly moved, completely ignoring the surrounding situation, attracted by the speech on the stage.

When he heard the highlights, he clenched his fists tightly and cheered loudly.

Off the field, everyone cheered in unison, shouted slogans, and the excited voices resounded all around, attracting more people.

Inadvertently, one passed by.

There was a "pop" and a gunshot rang out.

Then there was another "pop" and two shots in a row.

Both hit in the chest.

The young man felt a pain in his chest, and the impact of the foreign gun's bullets made him fall to the ground unnaturally.

"Murder--"

"There are killers! Notify the patrol room and don't leave the murderer! ”

"Doctor, go call the doctor!"

Screams rang out, and several student leaders struggled to maintain order, assigning men to protect the wounded while searching for a doctor.

On the scene, the crowd was like frightened birds, squeezing and crowding, scattering and fleeing, and the chaos was extremely chaotic for a while.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the gunman who was mixed in the crowd walked away quickly, and after a few turns, he blended into the flow of people and disappeared.

In the darkness, from time to time, there was a sharp pain, and some kind of cold sharp weapon pierced into the chest.

The pungent smell of disinfectant water irritates him all the time.

"It hurts······"

When I opened my eyes, my eyes were hazy and my light was restored.

Clean and bright room, simple and simple decoration, a few pots of flowers and plants on the window edge, and a small forest not far away from the window.

Outside, there was the chirping of birds and the occasional whistle, and then everything was calm.

Is it a hospital······

The young man tilted his head slightly, trying to sit up.

Then there was a tingling pain, and the wound in his chest was painful.

He gritted his teeth, held back, and didn't scream, just large drops of sweat the size of soybeans, dripping from his head.

A snort, although not loud, still alarmed the people guarding outside the room.

With a creak, the door opened, and a young man with a hood, a black trench coat, and sharp eyes like a knife entered.

"Fu Pingxue?"

The visitor came to his window, pulled out a chair casually, flipped through a volume of medical records in his hand, and asked in a general confirmation.

"Yes, I'm Fu Pingxue."

The young man smiled wryly.

He knew that this was the usual inquiry.

There was such a big case of assassination on the street, and he, the client, was not dead, so naturally he would come to inquire.

"Hmm······ The recommended student of Zhongping's four-year overseas study plan, with excellent grades and good popularity, is still a distant cousin of the prefect, you have a great future······"

"Why would someone assassinate you? Did you cheat in the exam and leave the relationship with the prefect? So someone buys murder, is it with the intention of revenge? ”

When Fu Pingxue heard this, he pulled out an ugly smile:

"Actually, I relied on my own real skills to get in······ At the beginning, my father wanted me to inherit the family business and concentrate on business, but I was unwilling to be a businessman in this life, not to mention this world, no matter how rich a businessman is, it is just someone else's money bag······ Without a gun, no one in the family has a relationship in the army, and no matter how big the family business is, it is nothing more than dying faster! ”

"So you signed up and took the test with your real skills? Yes, bro! ”

The young man in the black trench coat finally became interested, raised his head and said with a smile:

"There are only more than 270 recommended students in that period, most of them are related to their families, and they are admitted by themselves, and my brother is really knowledgeable!"

"But in that case, how did you offend you? Do you have points in your heart?

The young man in the black trench coat kindly mentioned:

"I'll make an exception to remind you, you have been shot three times, the gun does not leave the viscera, the bullet that the doctor takes out from you with a knife is the standard in the army, and only officers above the major are qualified to equip it, and one bullet is fifty oceans."

"In China, we can't make this kind of repeating pistol yet, and the lathes that need precision machining are blocked by the West, so ······ You know! ”

The young man raised an eyebrow and gave him a look of understanding.

"Hehe, I know, but I really didn't offend anyone······ Even if there are some people who can't see it, they can't get to this point······ I have been abroad all these years, and I only returned to China at the beginning of this year, and I have been concentrating on studying, how can I offend anyone in China? ”

Fu Pingxue frowned and thought about it, and inadvertently pulled the wound again, and gasped in pain.

The young man in the black trench coat kindly helped him, pulled the white pillow on the hospital bed, cushioned it under his head, and changed him into a more comfortable position.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, by the way, your family has been notified from the hospital, and a telegram has been sent over there, your father will be there tomorrow morning by train, and we will send someone to protect you in the meantime······ At least, you're safe in this hospital. ”

"I know, it's a military hospital, right?"

Fu Pingxue guessed.

"Yes, other hospitals are not safe, only here, access needs special approval, idle people can't wait to enter, you can rest assured that you can recuperate, but the cost is slightly higher, it shouldn't be a big problem for your family."

The young man in the black trench coat said neatly:

"Let's go on, do you think your assassination has anything to do with foreign countries?"

"There is this possibility, most foreigners look down on domestic people, and when they stay abroad, there have been several conflicts······

"Tell me about ······ experience"

One question and one answer, from time to time, take notes.

This time it was just ten minutes later.

Sensing Fu Pingxue's exhaustion, the young man in the black trench coat snapped, closed the folder in his hand, and got up simply.

"Okay, don't disturb your rest, most of the questions that should be asked are asked, we are here, that's it for now, see you later."

"Okay, goodbye."

On the hospital bed, Fu Pingxue was pale and bloodless.

"By the way, this one is for you."

The young man who had already walked to the door suddenly turned around and took out a red auspicious cloud Chinese knot from the pocket of his windbreaker, with a small wind chime on it, and tied it to the windowsill for him.

A light breeze blows from the window, blowing wind chimes and ringing bells.

Thanks again, the young man in the trench coat just nodded, turned around and walked out of the door, and gently brought it up again.

As soon as he walked out of the ward, which smelled of alcohol and disinfectant, the young man's face changed, his brow furrowed, as if he could not figure out something important.

"Captain Lin, are you done asking?"

At both ends of the corridor, two Imperial soldiers standing guard with pistols at their waists greeted him warmly when they saw him come out.

"Ah, it's all over, you've worked hard."

With their brows furrowed and a smile on their lips, the young man exchanged a few words of greeting with them.

After learning about some recent events, big and small, and some rumors that I don't know whether they are true or false, the young man left the hospital quickly.

Walking along the wide avenue between two rows of tall hundred-year-old ginkgo trees, he strolled and thought at the same time.

"There have been a number of accidents recently, and the people who died seem to have no connection, but the few people I have seen who have survived have one thing in common - they all have a little dragon spirit."

"But that's normal."

"The empire has long lost its prestige, warlords are everywhere, occupying prefectures and counties, large and small, nameless, all over the country, no less than one or two hundred, which one does not have a little dragon spirit?"

"Even if you don't have dragon energy, you can raise a county after a long time, you have authority, or if the gun is hard, you can't raise it, there are not 10,000 such people in the world, but 8,000, why do you have to stare at these people?"

What puzzled Lin Zhengyang was here.

This is a great change unseen in a thousand years, not a change in one country, but a great change involving all countries in the East and the West, and the whole world.

Therefore, the changes in the number of qi involved are too complicated, and anyone, no matter what background, is in the game, and may jump into the dragon gate at any time because of some opportunities.

"Western powers, it is said that there are colonies on all continents, but they are not as good as the homeland of Zongzhou, and they have a long heritage······ It is also because the empire is huge that it can't be swallowed in one bite, so it has to be slowly eaten. ”

"According to what I have seen and heard over the years, there is still some time left for this country, and there is a great hope that a few hidden dragons will be bred and the mountains and rivers will be reorganized, but the further back it goes, the longer it drags on, the narrower the road will be, and the less hope there will be······ From this point of view, these dragon qi seeds are dead, which is the most beneficial to the Westerners. ”

"Of course, these people who can be favored by the dragon qi are all temporary elites, rare talents, no matter which party they join, even if they are recruited by foreigners, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages······ What's more, there are too many people like this, even if you kill one, it's just a waste of insignificant qi, and sooner or later it will grow like a leek, Shenzhou is so big, Zongzhou's homeland is vast, and there are 20,000 people, and you can't find hundreds of thousands of talents? ”

"No matter how you think about it, there is no reason to do it, because this is a meaningless thing at all, and there is no benefit at all, unless you can kill all the people with dragon qi at once, so that an era fault may be able to play some role."

The dragon qi originates from the spiritual veins of various places in this land, and also from the human heart, and the most mysterious and mysterious is derived from the destiny of heaven.

Lin Zhengyang, who has been practicing Taoism since he was a child and joined the military as a warlock, has a family history and naturally understands the truth.

The so-called "Heaven sees itself as the people, and God listens to itself and the people listen", the so-called Mandate of Heaven is more in the hearts of the people.

Shenzhou is sinking, and the people are suffering, and they naturally desire to have people who save the world, sweep through the universe, bring change, and bring hope.

This land, since the establishment of the Zong and Zhou legal system 10,000 years ago, the princes and nobles who rule the land can be traced back to the bloodline of gods and men millions of years ago, and have been inherited in an orderly manner.

The rule of the god-blood nobles lasted for a long time, until later the blood was thin and their power declined.

After the Qin and Han dynasties, the nobles who inherited the blood of the gods, the final afterglow came to an end.

A prince and a general, would you rather have a kind?

Brought a new world.

As long as you have talent and win the hearts of the people, you have hope of Jackie Chan!

Because of this, the entire land of Shenzhou can now be said to be full of the blood of the Protoss!

Even if it is a hawker walking the streets and alleys, going back thousands of years, he is also of divine blood.

Nowadays, in fact, whether there is dragon energy or not, in the eyes of Western mystics, is the criterion for distinguishing whether it is a god or not.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhengyang had a vague idea in his heart.

The truth is about to come out, but it is missing the kick in the door.

One clue is missing to put together a complete puzzle!