readx;? Yang Jing didn't have an exact concept of internal strength, and on weekdays, Zong Yun taught him to meditate and visualize, and he only regarded it as improving his spiritual quality, because he didn't feel too many substantial changes. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info..

If you really want to say that it is beneficial, it is that you feel that your chest has become bigger, oh no, it should be said that your lungs have become bigger, you always feel that your lung capacity is greater, your breath is longer, your breath is getting bigger and bigger, and the air around you is fresher and more real.

It's a strange feeling, as if you've never paid so much attention to something until you actually look into it and realize that there's something else to it.

Breathing air is one of the most fundamental behaviors and activities of human beings, and many people have long been accustomed to it, and in their impressions, the air that accompanies them every day and depends on them for survival is the most easily ignored thing.

Since cultivating the internal strength of Jinguan Yusuo, Yang Jing only felt that the air around him had become more real, and he could feel the subtle changes in the air every time he breathed, and finally even felt that the air had a shape and a taste!

This kind of thinking makes people more weird, I feel that I will gradually get out of this real world, and I will look at everything around me from a more microscopic and high-level perspective, if Yang Jing has to sum it up in one sentence, that is, the dog's eyes that have been blind for so many years seem to be open.

In the past, he came from here as a passerby, and the surrounding environment was just a background for him, but now, he has become an explorer, and has begun to use an attitude of exploration and analysis to treat the world of existence.

Cultivating internal strength is more like improving his spiritual realm, allowing him to observe the world from a higher perspective.

This kind of spiritual level is mysterious, you can't see or touch, but you can't ignore it, and even enjoy it.

Until this moment, after he stepped into the dual realm of Jinguan Yusuo, he finally realized the change of internal strength to him.

It was as if the whole world was clearer and more organized, and everything seemed to have subtle connections, and these connections were like interlocking puzzles, waiting for him to explore and solve, and once he was trapped, it was difficult to let go!

This mysterious feeling made him forget his pain, and the suffocation became so dispensable, but when this feeling gradually subsided and retracted into his body, he tasted the pain of suffocation again!

He could feel Zong Yun's murderous intent, and he knew that Zong Yun, Lu Baiyu and the others would never watch him being strangled to death by Wei Zhenxian, they were already ready to move!

At this time, the barbarians had already surrounded everyone, and after Dong Shangzhi withdrew, there were seven or eight barbarians around Zong Yun alone, and Lu Baiyu, Song Fengya and others were also facing the same dilemma!

These brute soldiers are different from the box soldiers, they are all fierce and ferocious fanatics, they are all masters of killing people without blinking an eye around Wei Zhenxian, once Zong Yun is about to make a move, I am afraid that everyone will die here!

If everyone dies together because he saves himself, Yang Jing doesn't want to see this anyway!

It is said that Yang Jing's heart should be very anxious at this time, but even he feels strange, perhaps thanks to his internal strength, he did not have the slightest panic!

He and Zong Yun had already expected that there would be a mastermind behind the scenes, but they didn't expect it to be Qin Xuance, and Wei Zhenxian's arrival was also considered after seeing Qin Xuance, so that they failed to formulate a strategy against Wei Zhenxian.

Now all that Yang Jing is left is Wang Buliu, who has been hiding, and the secret investigation brothers who have not arrived for a long time!

As secret agents, such a big thing happened, it is impossible for the secret inspectors not to know, they may be hiding around, waiting for an opportunity to move, but Yang Jing is about to be strangled to death, when will they wait?

If Wang Buliu really has any tricks, now is the best time!

But Yang Jing couldn't wait, seeing that Zong Yun and the others were about to make a move, Yang Jing couldn't help but glance around.

He finally saw the secret inspector hidden in the crowd, but he also saw the change in the expressions of those martial arts people!

At this time, it seemed that everyone's eyes were focused on the door, and even Wei Zhenxian slightly let go of his palm and turned his head to take a look.

Although Wei Zhenxian only subconsciously relaxed his strength, as soon as the airway was loosened, Yang Jing's internal strength suddenly worked, and his ability to breathe and breathe was brought into full play, and his fire-like lungs suddenly fell like rain!

There was only one person outside the door.

Without the domineering and arrogant nature of Wei Zhenxian, nor the battle and style of the barbarian guards, this short and fat old man with a little round hair is like a pampered rural rich man.

"Manager Wei, this person is a murderer, and he should be punished by the Yamen, the chief manager is abusing lynching..."

The short and fat "rich man" gradually walked in, just glanced at Yang Jing, and then withdrew his gaze, at this time Yang Jing found that although the old man was wearing regular clothes, he had black official shoes on his feet!

"What's going on today? It's changed? Why did even Lord Thorn Shi come out to join in the fun..."

Although Wei Zhenxian said it casually, he finally let go of Yang Jing!

can make Wei Zhenxian, a lawless big toast, jealous with just one sentence, who is this old guy?!!!

Judging from the title of Wei Zhenxian Shicai, this person should be the history of the assassin of Juzhou, but the official title of the history of the assassin is very ancient, and in the officialdom of the Song Dynasty, the history of the assassin is only a false title, and it is not a very official position.

"The history of the Juzhou Thorn?"

"Could it be... Is it him?"

"It should be him!"

The martial arts people only talked briefly this time, and they stopped for a moment, their faces were full of admiration, and those barbarians also became a little restrained!

Yang Jing didn't know what the origin of this Juzhou assassination history was, but his own secret inspector must be clear, so he could be sure that the reason why his own secret inspector had not arrived for a long time and still had no action at the moment should be to ask this fat old man to come forward.

The fat old man rubbed his red nose and complained to Wei Zhenxian: "Master Wei, this is your mistake, did I, Lin Wenzhong, pinch Dong Zhenren's neck?"

Wei Zhenxian frowned, and his eyes turned cold: "Lord Lin, what do you mean by this?"

"It's not interesting, I, Lin Wenzhong, didn't pinch the neck of your distinguished guest, why did you Wei Zhenxian pinch the neck of my distinguished guest!"

Wei Zhenxian was also a little stunned: "Your distinguished guest?"

"Exactly! This Zhang Benling is not only a senior disciple of Wang Tianshi, but also a disciple of my Sichuan Shu Zhang family, and Yang Benchu has a long relationship with the old man, these are all distinguished guests invited by my house, Lord Wei is so aggressive, he can't help but look down on me Lin Wenzhong too much, although the old man is old, he can still eat three or five bowls of rice!"

"Sichuan Shu Zhang's..."Wei Zhenxian muttered in a low voice, his face was extremely ugly, as uncomfortable as a fly stuck in his throat.

Wei Zhenxian has an outstanding appearance, a big pomp, and a preemptive voice, as soon as he makes a move, he crushes Yang Jing to death, and seems to hold Yang Jing's life in his hands, which can be taken away at any time.

However, this fat old man is just alone, his appearance is not good, and even a little unsightly, but in terms of momentum, he is not inferior to Wei Zhenxian!

One is an old man who leads the title of Juzhou Thorn History, and the other is a prestige and ambitious big toast, in comparison, he makes a judgment!

It's just that under the strong contrast, it will show different effects, if Wei Zhenxian is a peerless general who takes the lead and leads thousands of troops and horses to charge into battle, this Juzhou assassin is a lonely hero who is a man and a lone hero who drags a gun and stands in front of thousands of troops!

People will always subconsciously stand on the weaker side, because people have compassion.

From this point of view, this fat old man who looks like a rich man in the country, the city government is by no means as simple as showing it.

And what is surprising is that Wei Zhenxian really flinched, he gritted his teeth, and then pretended to smile lightly: "It turned out to be the Gao Peng who assassinated Lord Shi, and it was the governor of Pontus who was abrupt, but this Yang Benchu was good at killing the regimental training envoy, this is a crime of losing his head, but the governor of Pontus can't ignore it." ”

Lin Wenzhong smiled and said: "Okay, you Wei Zhenxian is the same as the old man and me, you are only eating and not doing personnel, can it be your turn to take care of this matter?"

As soon as Lin Wenzhong's words came out, Wei Zhenxian's face suddenly changed greatly, although he did not obey discipline, but he never dared to raise the banner, as long as he did not raise the flag to rebel for a day, he was still the envoy of the imperial court, the hat of the emperor of the soil, he didn't dare to buckle it on his head indiscriminately!

"Lord Lin, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!" Wei Zhenxian replied in a deep voice, but Lin Wenzhong smiled as usual, waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, Manager Wei, the affairs of Juzhou will naturally be handled by Lord Zhizhou, you should rest assured that you will feast at home." ”

Wei Zhenxian's face was cloudy, but Lin Wenzhong couldn't help but say, and beckoned outside: "Lord Zhizhou, come in and get someone." ”

As soon as Lin Wenzhong's words came out, a middle-aged man wearing the Zhizhou Mansion walked in with some sneering, and the catchers and archers around him poured in.

Yang Jing saw that a few of these catchers were still pretending to be secret inspectors, and he was also at ease at the moment.

However, Wei Zhenxian snorted coldly and said: "Lord Assassin Shi, Mo Geng is my nephew's junior, and now he will die if he says he is dead, this is fair, or the stupid governor himself will ask for it!"

As soon as Wei Zhenxian's voice fell, the barbarians stepped forward one after another, and the two sides suddenly became tense!

Na Zhizhou was obviously suppressed and scared by Wei Zhenxian, and when he saw that both sides were about to make a move, his body trembled, and his face was terrifyingly pale, but Lin Wenzhong was not afraid, did not retreat, but advanced, walked in front of Wei Zhenxian, and asked in a deep voice.

"Does Chief Wei mean to interfere in local government affairs and announce personal vendettas?"

Wei Zhenxian's face twitched with anger, and he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

Lin Wenzhong looked at Yang Jing, leaned closer, lowered his voice and said: "Wei Zhenxian, don't say that I, Lin Wenzhong, am not kind, I can tell you now, the people over there in Dali can't come, if I were you, I would have gone home to think of countermeasures by now..."

Lin Wenzhong's voice was very low, only Wei Zhenxian and Yang Jing and Zong Yun could hear it, Yang Jing and Zong Yun were confused, but Wei Zhenxian's face changed suddenly, but he pretended to be calm and said to Lin Wenzhong: "You old thing don't want to scold me!"

Lin Wenzhong laughed and said: "It's not me who is scolding you, it's that you are still unaware of other people's ways, and you are still daydreaming, anyway, I have already said this, how to decide what you want to do, but don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes!"

Wei Zhenxian's face was cloudy, and he seemed to be struggling in his heart, but at this time, a brute suddenly bumped into outside, walked quickly to Wei Zhenxian's side, leaned into his ear, and muttered in local dialect for a while, Wei Zhenxian's face suddenly changed greatly, and he glanced at Yang Jing and the others angrily, and then waved his big hand: "Go home!"

Lin Wenzhong looked at Wei Zhenxian's embarrassed back, but he couldn't laugh.