Dice Zhijiao couldn't help but wonder, and silently repeated: "Asai people?"

Bai Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then said: "Yes, Asai people, if in the rivers and lakes of Asai, characters like Linghu Changkong are just ordinary goods, it will be really terrifying." ”

mentioned Linghu Changkong, this Asai people with the name of destroying the sword master set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes of Daye, if there were a few more such characters mixed into Daye, it would be really terrifying.

But then Dice Zhijiao thought about it and joked: "Even if the Sword Destroyer comes to Cold City, I don't worry, and you don't have to worry about the City Lord, we don't use ······."

She wanted to say that neither of them was a swordsman, and he didn't have any famous swords, but then she thought of the coldness of the blue-clothed cloak with six sharp swords, and she couldn't help but pause.

Bai Ling looked at the dice and was also curious why she suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking. Bai Ling didn't ask Yu Zhijiao what he wanted to say, and suddenly mentioned another matter, and listened to him: "The Northern Qi side has been a little restless recently, and many spies from Lijingmen have died at the border. Jiaojiao, Lone has an idea, tell you to listen. ”

Seeing Bai Ling's serious face, Dice Zhijiao couldn't help but be curious and nodded.

Bai Ling took another sip of cold water, and then said: "It is not a day or two that Hancheng has been harassed by Northern Qi, and it has been a lonely decision for all these years, and it can be regarded as a credit for making this situation a lot better." But my huge cold city, after all, there are no soldiers and no generals. ”

Dice Zhijiao nodded, also agreeing with Bai Ling's statement. Although he doesn't want to admit it, the military strength of Cold City is really a little unsatisfactory. If you talk about the quality of the city's citizens, it is really good, the height is big, and the good seedlings grab a lot of them. But there are very few people who are good at commanding, let alone elites.

An army without a commander is free to scatter and pose no threat.

Bai Ling put down the white porcelain cup, and then said, "Lone plan, talk about a deal with that white jade general." ”

"The city lord is going to talk to Liang Boye about business!"

Hearing Bai Ling's thoughts, Dice Zhijiao couldn't help but stand up, and unconsciously slapped the table with both hands, as a surprised look. Bai Ling seemed to expect such a reaction from Dice Zhijiao, which was expected, so he naturally wouldn't be surprised. Bai Ling waved his hand lightly, motioning for Dice Zhijiao to sit down and listen to him continue.

"Lone plans to negotiate a deal with him, but it is really difficult to decide how to grasp the capital. No, I will come to find you, a big official Jia who is good at trading. ”

Listening to Bai Ling's ridicule, Dice Zhijiao was still frowning slightly, thinking about it. After a long time, Dice Zhijiao nodded, opened her mouth, and then said: "City Lord, if you directly negotiate with Liang Boye, it is not appropriate to ask him to lead the troops to the Northern Qi Dynasty." ”

Seeing that the plan succeeded, Bai Ling couldn't help but smile evilly, raised the white porcelain cup again, nodded, and motioned to Dice Zhijiao to continue.

"The White Crow Army of Ziwei City has the ability to do it now, and Liang Boye's contribution is not insignificant. But, city lord, people don't kill the heavens and the earth for themselves, Liang Boye is a human being. ”

What Dice Zhijiao said was also what Bai Ling was afraid of, he nodded, put down the white porcelain cup again, and then said: "Lone is also worried about this, after all, the seat of the lord of this cold city has also changed a few people." ”

Dice Zhijiao firmly believes that Bai Ling is not a person who is greedy for money and power, after he took charge of Hancheng, how Hancheng has changed, she is an authentic Hancheng person. is also because she is an authentic Hancheng person, and naturally she also knows that Hancheng people never care about who is the master.

Even if someone steals the position of the city lord, the people of the cold city will not be angry for a while.

"Jiaojiao, let's talk about it, then, what method can make Liang Boye propose to lead the troops to the expedition?"

Dice Zhijiao couldn't help frowning, thinking for a while, and then his eyes lit up, and said: "People don't destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, Liang Boye is a person, since he is a human being, and he is a famous general of my Daye, then, let him see it with his own eyes." ”

Hearing Dice Zhijiao say this, Bai Ling didn't think about it, her eyes widened, and her face was full of smiles. But then, Bai Ling couldn't help frowning again, and Dice Zhijiao naturally smiled at why Bai Ling showed such a sad expression, and after laughing, he said: "Since it is a dirty thing, then, naturally, it is done by dirty people." ”

Hearing Dice Zhijiao say this, Bai Ling's face showed guilt. qq

But then Bai Ling frowned slightly, hesitated for a few moments, and still said: "Jiaojiao, why don't you ······"

Before Bai Ling could finish speaking, Dice Zhijiao waved her hand and interrupted Bai Ling's words. Then I saw Dice Zhijiao said with a smile on her face: "City Lord, Dice Zhijiao is loyal to the cold city, but Lijingmen, forgive your fate." ”

Going back to Leng Buyu, Leng Buyu went to a clothing store and ordered a set of clothes, which was still the same as his previous outfit, but with a slight color difference. It takes time to make clothes to order, but yellow and white things can shorten the time. But half an hour later, Leng Bu, dressed in new clothes, walked on the street again.

I have been in this cold city for some days, and the things that I have guessed have not been settled. All the blacksmith shops in this cold city are striking iron normally, and there is not much or less copper and iron raw materials in storage. Then, it is rumored that a large amount of copper and iron things were transported to the cold city, where did these things go?

Perhaps, this kind of thing of finding clues from clues is what the young son is good at. Thinking of delusion, Leng Bu couldn't help but sigh. smiled so much that Mrs. Huaying came from the Peach Blossom Nunnery, and the son was sent to the Peach Blossom Nunnery, so he would not worry about the life or death of the child. After all, the relationship between this stinky boy and Peach Blossom Nunnery is like a lotus root, broken, and there are filaments connected.

This is the cold city, and when you walk around the street like this, you will always meet acquaintances. It was a teenager, a boy in light armor. The boy's hair was tied in a ponytail, and a red forehead was wiped between his forehead, which was simple in style and without jewelry embellishment. The pair of gloves with black iron fists is a little powerful.

The young man was naturally the little guard beside Bai Ling, and he didn't know his name when he was silent, but this young man looked a little stubborn and strong, and he was a little interested.

The young man sat on the front steps of a house, a toothpick fell from his mouth, and he also saw Leng Bu silent, and his eyes showed hostility. Silently walking towards him, the boy spat out his toothpick, his fists clenched and clenched, as if he was ready to fight this contemporary sword master.

"Where's your master?"

Leng Bu opened his mouth to ask about Bai Ling's whereabouts, the young man stopped, frowned slightly, and his hostility increased a little, and he said angrily: "What is the matter of Lord Sword Saint looking for the City Lord? General Ben still has the job of patrolling the city unfinished, so he has no time to chat with Lord Sword Saint at this time." ”

"General?" Hearing the young man call himself, Leng Bu felt amused, and continued, "Then, little general, have you caught the murderer?"

Hearing Leng Bu's words, the young man's eyes couldn't help but be shocked, and then he frowned again. The young man stood up, after all, he was young, half a head smaller than Leng Buyu, his head was slightly tilted, staring at Leng Buyu's eyes, and his voice was cold: "Our brothers, you killed them?"

Leng Buyu listened to it, and couldn't help laughing, the little doll is a little doll after all. He is cold and dares to act, he did it, he will not deny it, he didn't do it himself, and he won't have a quirk to carry this black pot.

Leng Bu sighed, but he sat on the steps of the house, looked at the busy streets, and then said: "I heard that the Lijing Gate in Cold City is comparable to Yanyun in Jingzhou. ”

Hearing Leng Buyu compliment Lijingmen, the young man was also proud, and a little arrogant, and said, "That's, my Lijingmen······"

"But a few minions, it's interesting to be able to kill the abuse of Lijingmen. ”

The young man was robbed, and when he heard Leng Buyu ridiculing Lijingmen like this, the young man couldn't help frowning, and his body exuded a not weak aura, as if he was ready to fight Leng Buyu at any time.

Leng Bu waved his hand at the young man, and said with a smile: "You can't beat me, what are you doing with such a fierce momentum?"

Hearing Leng Buyu underestimate himself like this, the young man was even more angry, and his hand with a black iron fist clenched his fist again. Leng Bu looked at the pair of black iron fists, this workmanship is indeed exquisite, the tone said that it was made of black iron, more like leather gloves changed to black iron color.

No, even leather gloves won't fit like the full set of black iron on this young man's hand.

Leng Buyu was about to speak, but his brows furrowed and his eyes changed. Then, only to hear the sound of breaking wind, he pulled out three short swords from his chest, and the momentum was like thunder, and he shot the three short swords. The young man couldn't help but be startled, and before he could make a move, he slapped his hand forward and pushed the young man out.

The boy took a few steps and staggered out into the street, and if he hadn't adjusted his body in time, he almost bumped into an innocent passerby. The young man looked at Leng Bu with an angry face, but when his eyes came, the young man couldn't help but gasp and swallow his saliva.

The seven-star sword master of this Dusk Cold Building was holding a white long sword in his hand at this moment, and at his feet, there were more than a dozen silver needles that had been knocked down.