No one knew that many years ago, Wang Zhixuan, who had not yet become a waiter in the Criminal Department, was just an ordinary martial artist with no name in the countryside.

It wasn't until that year that he met his current teacher, Fang Guogong, that he really stepped on the battlefield and officialdom.

"I've been in the officialdom for a long time, and I'm haggard, and my cultivation will go down naturally." Wang Zhixuan showed a slightly bitter smile.

"Cultivation has gone down, but ambition has gone up."

The old man showed a hint of mockery and sneered, "Do you want to be the minister of the dragon in the future, or what? Thinking about the position of the prime minister?"

As soon as the words broke through the sky, Wang Zhixuan's face also showed a panicked look, and his eyes flickered.

Fang Lao Guogong slapped the table abruptly and scolded, "What the hell do you think Lao Tzu is confused? I don't know what you're doing in secret? Confused, confused!"

The old man said angrily: "Today's Tang Dynasty, even I don't dare to say that I can carefully figure out the mind of the saint, let alone distinguish the situation in the future, what is wrong with you being a servant in a mere six departments? Do you think you can do it? Climbing the big tree of the Three Princes, you really don't know how to die in the future?!"

Wang Zhixuan bit his lip and said in a trembling voice, "It's because I don't know that I need to do something."

When Fang Lao Guogong heard this, he took a deep look at the student in front of him who had not seen him for a long time, and was silent for a long time, still with those three words, "Not afraid of death?"

Wang Zhixuan closed his eyes slightly, knelt down on the spot, kowtowed three times to the old man in front of him, and said calmly: "The wood is already in the boat, and the student can roughly guess the next result, no matter what, the disciple bears it."

Old Man Fang clenched his fists and sighed helplessly.

The middle-aged man who had been in the officialdom of the lobby for many years finally said: "The student has done something that insults the reputation of the teacher, and he will be shameless to call you a teacher in the future, I hope that the old prince will not bother about Zhixuan in the future."

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Countless mansions in the south of the city are gathered, all of which are the residences of famous officials in the Tang court.

As a servant of the criminal department, there is also an exquisite mansion in it, and there are dozens of slaves and maids in the house.

It's just that today is a little deserted, and those subordinate slaves have been taken off vacation and sent home to rest.

Wang Zhixuan returned to the mansion from the Guogong Mansion, sat quietly in the lobby, made a bottle of wine, a plate of fried soybeans, and tasted it slowly.

For so many years, such a scene is almost the first time, and even because he is too busy, Wang Zhixuan still has no heirs.

A large house is deserted and looks particularly desolate.

Footsteps rang out from outside.

A young man in a rich silk shirt walked in.

With his hands behind his back, his right hand behind his back swayed a dark red diamond-shaped short sword up and down, and there was a narrow scar on his handsome face, which looked particularly hideous, but there was a look of indifferent contempt in his narrow eyes.

Wang Zhixuan took a big sip of a bowl of wine and asked with a smile, "Dare to ask anyone."

The young man said lazily, "Qingcheng, Wei Boyang."

Wang Zhixuan's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head helplessly, and said slightly, "I didn't expect the third prince to let you come... You really look up to me."

The young man scratched his ears and said calmly, "I know that you have some martial arts skills, which is quite good, although for me... It's all the same, but they still want to do it cleanly."

Wei Boyang twisted the little sword, blew it, and said, "You know, these people's hearts are always twisted."

"It's my honor to let Wei Boyang, who is invincible in the world's iQue realm, take action personally." γuhuguO

When Wang Zhixuan returned to the house, he took off his official robe and changed into a loose and comfortable black military uniform.

From the moment Shen Yu survived, he had already expected the current result.

All the clues will eventually converge on him, and only when he dies completely will they be cut off.

There is only one death.

He could have predicted,

And Fang Lao Guogong naturally knew better, so he had the previous conversation.

At this moment, he walked out of the lobby and stood in the middle of the courtyard, and a coercion that all officials had never seen since entering the Tang Dynasty officialdom emanated from his body.

Full of momentum.

When the young man saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "I have heard for a long time that Lord Wang reached the Fifth Realm of Martial Arts when he was less than twenty years old, and even had vague signs of stepping into the Sixth Realm, and now he is a rare genius."

Wei Boyang shook his head and said, "It's a pity, if you have been cultivating until now, maybe I am really a little tricky now."

"When I first learned boxing, my master told me a truth."

Wang Zhixuan smiled and said: "The size of the fist in the hand is the truth of the rules with heaven and earth, you can't retreat when you meet the enemy, and you can't shrink when you meet a strong enemy, after so many years..."

The middle-aged official looked at the sky and whispered, "Finally, I want to pick it up and try it."

Wei Boyang clasped his hands to his chest, looked casual, and said, "I'll give you a chance."

Wang Zhixuan was not polite, his body sank, his fists were clenched tightly, and strands of majestic spiritual power gathered into the wind.

Rumble!

A punch comes out.

The green bricks on the ground between the two all exploded and shattered into stone slag.

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, and a cyan light curtain appeared out of thin air in front of his body.

The fist qi slammed into the light curtain, and the pouring fist wind alone instantly smashed the entire mansion to pieces, but the young man's figure did not move, as steady as a green pine.

Wang Zhixuan's face was calm, and he took a light step forward.

Thunder on the ground!

Wang Zhixuan's figure flashed to Wei Boyang's side in an instant, his fists were like thunder, and countless fist shadows smashed forward.

Bang!

Those cyan light curtains became more and more dim and crumbling under the countless collisions.

A smile cracked at the corner of the young man's mouth, and the small sword in his fingertips trembled slightly.

The snow-white slender sword qi came overwhelmingly, turning into cold wind and ice and snow in mid-air, and the cold aura instantly blew away the fist intent, completely enveloping the entire small courtyard.