Wuxiangzi gritted his teeth, and his thick beard was windless: "Ning Wume, you are a court eagle dog, you are really omnipresent!"

The middle-aged man outside the door smiled, and Bai Shengsheng's face was kind: "Old friend, it's not right for you to say this, I wait for martial artists, take refuge in the imperial court, and the goods are the right way to the emperor's family, how can this be self-willing? ”

Jiang Yuzi opened his mouth wide, his eyes were full of shock, and he said in a low voice: "Master, he knows everything we said when we came in!"

Wuxiangzi ignored him, and sneered again and again: "Since ancient times, the rivers and lakes and the imperial court have gone their own way, you just want to be an eagle dog, and everyone wants to follow you?"

"Chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, once you become an eagle dog, what hard bones do you have to break the ban? You can only use soft bones to bully and bully the common people, right?"

Ning Wuwu sighed, "What is the matter with martial arts? It has reached the point where you and I are like this, whether it is to help good or eliminate evil, how many people can we manage?"

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly became louder: "The big husband does not think that he can do martial arts! If he can take power, guide the world, and change the world from the root, this is the real chivalry! What is the point of a mere hero who violates the ban?"

"Phew!" Wuxiangzi spat out, his face full of mockery: "How much official did the second prince give you? How much power do you have? I'm afraid you can only be a knife and a lackey, right?"

Outside the window, Ning Wuwu was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "You know, people who are not from a family cannot be appointed officials for nothing, and it is not easy for the second prince to break this convention." ”

"But you also know that once I pass the exam, I can lift people, or even Jinshi, I can reach the sky in one step!"

Wuxiangzi laughed: "Then you took the exam, how many years have you taken the exam? Have you won? People have a big belly, they can eat as much as they want, don't you think you will die?"

"Even if you win, what can you do? Just use those little tricks in your Shinto religion to rule the world? Ridiculous! Bullshit!!"

In the early years, the two used to talk about martial arts, and their martial arts cultivation was comparable, and they cherished each other and became close friends.

But the two have very different paths. Although Wuxiangzi has an elegant face and was also a scholar, he is a pure martial artist in his bones, yearning for martial arts to violate the ban, be happy, and eliminate injustice with the sword in his hand.

Ning Wuself longed to enter the phase, and the merit was in the community, hoping to take power to realize the wishes of his heart, but he failed repeatedly in the exams, and established Shinto in anger, and implemented his long-cherished wishes in the teachings, which had a great influence among the people.

However, his people's knowledge was limited, his methods of action were biased towards illusion and foolishness, and the people in the sect were uneven, so Shinto gradually degenerated into a first-class cult and demon sect despised by people in the righteous path.

But rather I have a tenacious temperament, even if I fail the test repeatedly, I have failed the test again and again, and I have never given up. Now he does not hesitate to devote himself to the second prince's door and become a sharp blade in his hands to cut off dissent, just for the critical moment that the nobles can carry one.

"Old friend, offended!" Ning Wuwu sighed, and his body was in shape, and the person had retreated to the courtyard.

"Shoot the arrows!"

At the sound of an order, the archers all over the courtyard set up their bows and arrows, and the arrows were fired in unison!

This time it was not a light arrow fired by a crossbow, but a heavy arrow released by a one-stone bow, and in the hands of these elite archers who were enough to go to the battlefield and decide the victory, this arrow was enough to kill any martial arts sect!

Arrows pierced through the window lattices, wooden walls, and deep into the furniture in the house. And Wuxiangzi was prepared, pulling his apprentice to hide behind a table wrapped in a quilt, and used this as a shield to block his body.

The thick and soft quilt has a good defensive effect against this kind of bow and arrow, just because it is soft and thick enough to dissolve most of the kinetic energy, even if the sharp arrow penetrates this layer of quilt, it can only be nailed to a solid wooden table, and cannot hurt the person behind.

"Master, what should I do?" Jiang Yuzi cried with a sad face, although he has good martial arts, he has been practicing martial arts in the mountain gate, and he has never traveled the rivers and lakes, where has he encountered such a life-and-death situation!

Wuxiangzi's face was as pale as iron, and he said in a deep voice: "I'll drag you out in a while, you run out hard, I'll drag these eagle dogs!"

"No, I'm going to die!" Although Jiang Yuji was afraid, he still mustered up the courage to say.

Wuxiangzi felt a little comforted in his heart, but slapped his apprentice on the head and scolded: "What is not dead, let your mother's bullshit!"

"You ran out to find your senior brother to settle down, without you as a burden, how could these lackeys get Lao Tzu??"

Jiang Yuzi had no choice but to agree to come down with grievances.

Taking advantage of the slight pause of the arrows, the two of them wrapped in a layer of quilts, suddenly broke through the gate against the big table, and just rushed to the outside of the courtyard, only to see the evil wind in front of them suddenly rise, and a pair of iron fists smashed in.

Wuxiangzi met it with one hand, and threw the wrapped fish roe high into the roof with the other.

"Ning Gouzi, come on, let the old man see if your skills have regressed!"

Ning Wuwu immediately floated and retreated after attacking a move, and when he heard this, he only acted as if he hadn't heard it, and shouted: "Fall into the big net, be sure to capture it alive!"

As soon as the words fell, a large net woven by a thick rope was under the head of Wuxiangzi, even if his sword was flying and the sword light flashed, it was difficult to cut through this tough and thick net one by one in a short time.

"You'd rather not be me!!You're despicable and shameless!!I'll grass your mother!!" Wuxiangzi hissed angrily.

Ning Wuwu sighed slightly: Old friend, old friend, why don't you understand my hard work?

In this big test, no matter what means I use, I have to win the lift!

He rubbed his bare chin, and suddenly thought in his heart: By the way, that kid has a good ranking in the Ming Jing test, and he seems to have some skills......

Although it is necessary to lose some dough, it is better than losing Sun Shan again.

......

In the side courtyard of the Temple of the Dead, Zhang Yuan quietly listened to Jiang Yuro's cry.

But there is something incredible in my heart, I would rather have no self? The white-faced middle-aged man I met in the small wine shop that day?

A down-and-out talent who has failed many times turned out to be a well-known cult leader on the rivers and lakes?

And such a martial arts master, is he still a person who is bent on taking refuge in the imperial court, wanting to enter the prime minister and make meritorious contributions?

Such a person has now become a disciple of the Second Emperor's Hall, recruiting martial artists everywhere to expand his power?

After listening to Jiang Yuroe's narration, including the conversation between this person and Wuxiangzi, and his previous words and deeds, the image of Ning Wuzi was gradually sketched out in Zhang Yuan's mind.

No wonder Su Hanyue came to assassinate Wei Dingyi, it turned out to be for such a reason.

Interesting, interesting.

A master of a sect who can obviously be proud of the prince and a slow prince, a cult leader who obviously has a huge influence and a large number of subordinates, and can even set off a monstrous counter-tide, still has such an ideal......

How should this be judged?

A reckless literati who is in the rivers and lakes and has his heart in the court?

A demon king who is in a demon cave but doesn't want to be a demon king?