The third king of the secret guard has been very busy these days, and he finally made the secret guard of his dreams, but the gap between reality and imagination is too big.

He first received an order to find out the bottom of a few four-grade civil officials, although this matter does not have to be done in person, but sorting out intelligence is a complicated job after all, he, a rough man who does not like to read since he was a child, looked at the mountains of files, and only felt that his eyes were confused.

In the end, I really couldn't do anything, so I licked my face and went to Yu Mu, who was once my own snake, to help, and bought a lot of good wine and food, so that the other party finally agreed.

Although the father Wang Xishan's family has a big business, it is not bad for this bit of silver, but since the last time the two of them worked against each other at the city gate, the old man has always looked at this son as unpleasant, and it is already good not to mix a few words every time they meet, let alone ask for silver.

Wang San looked at the empty pockets and sighed vigorously, if it was just such a thing, he would not be worried.

A few days ago, there was a female Dharma King of the Western Regions in the city, it is said that what is the reincarnation of the living Buddha, and there has been a lot of noise in Donghan before, if it is not for the secret letter of Yinhu with his own eyes, he will not believe that there are such strange people in the world.

Fortunately, the female Dharma King did not make any radical moves, and Wang San's hanging heart was slightly relaxed, and after ordering his subordinates to pay close attention, it was rare to find time to rest.

Just when he was looking at the money bag in a daze, nostalgic for the nourishing life he had when he was a gatekeeper, a panicked voice came from his subordinates at the door:

"Lord Maotu, something happened!"

Wang San's hands trembled in shock, and he quickly got up and said:

"What's the matter, that female monk has moved?"

"Back to my lord, there is no movement on the female Dharma King's side, it is an accident in the Ankang Palace."

"What's wrong with the Ankang Palace?" Wang San opened the door with a puzzled face.

"This ...... The matter is more urgent, let's talk about it as we go. ”

Wang San sighed secretly when he heard this, he was really working hard.

……

The two of them went out of the courtyard and hurried in the direction of the palace, and the subordinate began to tell the story of what had happened.

It turned out that just now, Ye Jian, who had been away from Beijing for many days, suddenly returned to Beijing, and brought a hairy boy with him, who could fly with a sword.

The person in charge of stalking didn't care at first, but unexpectedly, the old man went all the way north and went directly to the Ankang Mansion to find bad luck.

Soon after the old man and the young man entered the palace, there was a sound of conversation in the palace, and the people of the secret guard just wanted to go to check, when they heard a loud noise from the courtyard wall next to them, and then a stone table of nearly 1,000 catties smashed directly through the wall and flew out.

Before they could recover from their horror, those with sharp eyes caught a glimpse of what seemed to be someone in the air, and saw that the king's authority and the old man were in opposition to each other, and there was nothing under their feet. It was the first time they had seen this kind of scene, so they hurried back to report.

When Wang San heard this, he almost couldn't help but scold, Lao Tzu is not a god, what is the use of you looking for Lao Tzu for this kind of thing?

……

The palace was in the air, and Wang Quanquan looked at the old man with a cold expression.

Just now, he was eating hot pot and humming a song in the courtyard, so beautiful that it was too beautiful, but a flying sword was inserted at his feet at this time.

Wang Quanquan was not surprised, since he hit Ye Jian to the door, he already knew that the reason why he didn't do it was because for the sake of his apprentice's face, he planned to wait and see the changes first.

Unexpectedly, this old guy didn't talk about martial arts, and he actually carried out a sneak attack as soon as he came up, although most of the temptations were made, but he also successfully provoked the anger of the king's power.

"What do you mean, old man?" Wang Quan said coldly.

The old man stood with his hands in his hands and said:

"I always heard that Hong Xiaozi said that he had a powerful master, so the old man moved his competitive mind, for the sake of the old man who is about to enter the ground, I wonder if the prince can give a lesson or two?"

"What does it have to do with me whether you die or not, who wants to fight you?"

After Wang Quanquan finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the other party, turned to look at the young man opposite, and said with a pleasant face:

"Good boy, why didn't you say anything in advance when you came, but it's a coincidence that the freshly slaughtered sheep can't be eaten yet."

The young man couldn't stop being happy when he just saw the king's authority, but when he saw the two of them fighting, he didn't dare to interject, and now that the master spoke, the young man hurriedly ran to the opposite table and sat down, and said with a surprised face:

"Master, you are really the prince of the dynasty, the old man told me before that I still don't believe it, it seems that he is really your sword servant."

As soon as the young man's voice fell, Wang Quanquan's face couldn't help twitching, and he finally understood where the old guy was so angry, and just as he was about to explain, a broken sword had already reached the tip of his nose.

Wang Quanquan's eyes were quick, and he leaned back, which was able to dodge this sharp blow.

At this moment, he also moved the real fire, pushed the little apprentice aside with his backhand, and then kicked it on the stone table.

The thousand-pound stone table was kicked up and flew straight towards the old man, and Wang Quanquan did not forget to catch the falling hot pot and various dishes, and put them on the stone bench one by one.

The young man Hong Mao was stunned on the side, and secretly said that he was worthy of being a master, and the juggling was much better than that old man.

……

Facing the stone table, the old man turned to one side slightly, and the stone table flew by his side and smashed directly on the courtyard wall.

Looking at the big hole in the wall, Wang Quanquan said coldly:

"Old man, you have to pay me for this wall."

The old man smiled and nodded:

"If you have a fight with the old man, you can pay ten times the compensation."

Wang Quanquan has never had the habit of respecting the old and loving the young, and this old man is really aggressive, and the clay man still has three points of fire, so he made a move with his right hand, and a short sword flew directly to this side, and then the two of them went towards the air with a tacit understanding.

"Walking on the Stars"

……

When Wang San arrived panting, the fight in mid-air had been going on for a while, and now that Wang Quanquan had recovered his cultivation, he would naturally not be afraid of a sword immortal, he was now thinking about the relationship between the other party and his apprentice, if he accidentally lost the other party, would it affect the mood of the apprentice.

"If you fight, take it seriously, don't be afraid, you kid is not as decisive as an old man like me." Ye Jian obviously noticed the other party's absent-mindedness and opened his mouth to remind.

Wang Quanquan had no mortal enmity with the other party, and there was absolutely no reason to use all his strength here, he thought about it for a while, and then asked casually:

"With your strength, if you start with Wen Fuding, you have a few chances of winning."

"Co-authored with your kid to put aside this set of information, let me tell you the truth, it's not a percent."

The old man had always had no ill feelings towards this young man who had a good understanding of the way of swordsmanship, so he had nothing to hide in such an inconsequential matter.

Wang Quanquan frowned when he heard this, "I'm not even sure?" ”

The old man was obviously amused by his words, stopped his offensive and smiled:

"Although the old man calls himself a sword immortal, he is still a mortal in the end, and it is really difficult for me to ask me to compare with a demon.

The people in the three religions, Buddhism and Taoism have always been secretive, and the Taoist real person feathered into a flying immortal, but it is not just talking, according to the old man's view, this Wen Fuding is afraid that it is not far from sanctification. ”

"What is the realm of a saint?" Wang Quanquan asked with a frown.

"A saint is one who has attained the Great Way."

The old man with the sword in his name first brushed his beard, and then explained endlessly, the two had just been inseparable, and at this moment they stood in the air and began to chatter.

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