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At least everyone's eyes became burning.

This achieved the effect of Yang Fu and satisfied him.

And Wang Zhenling had long been accustomed to his identity as a thousand-mile horse bone, and retreated into his seat, smiling without saying a word.

His position is extremely high, not only is he a thousand-stone official, but he also has his own territory, and he is the real powerhouse of Lingfu County.

At this moment, kneeling back to his seat, there was immediately a bewitching maid to bring drinks and other things.

"I have gathered you here today to discuss ......"

Before he finished speaking, someone broke in, ignoring the rules, and directly said a few words in Yang Fu's ear.

Yang Fu's face changed greatly, and when he missed, he had already messed up the case in front of him, so he pretended to be calm for a long time, and said: "There is an emergency today, so the banquet will be dispersed!"

Everyone looked at each other, knowing that something big must have happened, and they all retired.

Wang Zhenling was about to retire, but was stopped by Yang Fu and retreated into the inner hall.

He was still in high spirits just now, but at this moment, he became confused and confused: "There has been a great change in the imperial court, and my eldest brother has been killed!"

It's too late to die!

Wang Zhenling said secretly in his heart.

Yang Fu's so-called eldest brother is, of course, that Yang Ting.

Although it is said that Yuzhou is so desolate, the responsibility cannot be entirely blamed on him, and those big people must be behind it to add fuel to the fire and deliberately corrupt the situation.

However, Yang Ting gave up his responsibility that day, and when the plague came, he absconded back to Shenluo, which was not wronged to him.

The Son of Heaven should have killed this person a long time ago and appeased the anger of the people!

Of course, Wang Zhenling couldn't say these words, so he could only be silent.

At this time, it was not only Wang Zhenling who entered the inner hall to discuss matters, but also a few other cronies, and Na Yang Yan.

Yang Yan looked at his father's appearance of the six gods and no master, and could only stand up at this moment, and said: "I just got the news that the eighteen states and counties in the world have formed an alliance to enter Shenluo, drive out Gongsun, and clear the monarch's side.

That Gongsun Zhuo panicked, and actually listened to the rumors, saying that the people of the world resented my father, and as long as he killed my father, he would be able to disperse the coalition army.

As a result, the seventy-two members of my Yang clan in Shenluo were all killed by the White Horse Gongsun!"

As he spoke, his eyes were red with anger.

Wang Zhenling hesitated slightly, is Gongsun Zhuo stupid or whatever.

Slogans such as killing Yang Ting and Qingjun's side are obviously excuses.

What people want is the power of the imperial court!

Then Gongsun Zhuo won't even be able to see this, right?

He originally wanted to use the Yang family's financial resources, but now he has killed the Yang family of Shenluo, which can be regarded as a complete break from the relationship with the Yang family.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhenling's heart suddenly moved, and said: "Jun Jun should be careful of the assassination of the ...... side."

"Oh?" At first, Yang Fu couldn't figure out why Wang Zhenling would let him suddenly be careful about stabbing Shi.

But Wang Zhenling, who had already listened, said: "Anyway, Gongsun Zhuo controls the power of the court, if he sends a letter and asks the assassin to deal with the county monarch, the county monarch will be passive!"

As soon as he said this, Yang Fu reacted and didn't feel the color change, if this is really the case, then the situation is really unfavorable.

Moreover, Wang Zhenling's statement is definitely not groundless, but a very likely thing.

"What does Wang Jun mean by that?" Yang Fu asked.

Wang Zhenling also didn't want Yang Fu to fall, and now it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree.

The Yang clan is powerful in Lingzhou, and he still relies on himself.

In this way, there is a good thing for me to hide in the spiritual drum and practice.

If Yang Fu falls, he may also encounter a lot of trouble, so he laughed and said: "The Yang clan's strength in Lingzhou is not small, and it is much more deep-rooted than that thorn history.

If the assassin really wants to make trouble, it is better to let him step down, and the county monarch will lead the assassin himself!

The mountains and rivers of Lingzhou are dangerous and isolated, and the Central Plains. If you really can't do it, you can also close yourself and wait for the time.

I expected that although the white horse grandson was strong now, it was estimated that he would not be overbearing for long!"

That Yang Fu was still panicked at first, but now after listening to Wang Zhenling's words, his eyes couldn't help but shine, and he nodded again and again: "Good, this plan is great!"

That white horse grandson killed my eldest brother, although I am incompetent, I can't take revenge. But that White Horse Gongsun wants to get another penny of taxes from my Lingzhou!"

He also made a wish to Wang Zhenling as an official, and said: "If I sit on the position of assassin history, I will definitely have the benefits of the king!"

Wang Zhenling smiled indifferently: "My ability is limited, it is enough for a county order, and I don't dare to think about it!"

The luck of one county is enough for him to practice.

No matter how much luck you have, it's not that you don't want to, but it's completely unnecessary.

Moreover, luck is also a double-edged sword.

Wang Zhenling can't forget the embarrassment of luck ruined on the way to Shenluo.

Now Wang Zhenling needs to practice with the help of the government's luck, but sooner or later, after the cultivation is completed, he will have to take the initiative to cut off the luck involved!

Of course, that's for later!

And Yang Fu only thought that Wang Zhenling's words were modest, and he didn't take it to heart.

He was raised by Wang Zhenling's ambition, and he was already determined to take the position of Lingzhou Assassin History, and then retreat himself and become a prince of a place.

Regardless of whether the assassin is ready to deal with him or not, Yang Fu is ready to preemptively drive the Lingzhou assassin from power and take up the Lingzhou assassin himself.

The Yang clan in Lingzhong has been operating in Lingzhou for hundreds of years and has a huge power, if Yang Fu really has the heart to seize the position of Lingzhou Assassin History, although he does not dare to say that it is easy to find out and retrieve things, it should not be difficult.

Of course, this kind of planning is not a short-term thing.

Wang Zhenling was not a subordinate of the county guard, so it was naturally impossible to stay in the county guard's mansion for a long time, so he stayed for two days and returned to Linggu County to continue his daily practice.

In this way, after more than ten days, suddenly there was a day, all over the mountains, there were crowds of people everywhere, and countless witches came down the mountain.

This kind of action has already alarmed the whole county, and they have called the police one after another, and they are guarding according to the township.

By the time Wang Zhenling arrived with those county guards and three hundred Shangzhou iron horsemen, more than a dozen elders and wizards of the witch barbarians fell to their knees.

I saw that the messenger took the lead last time and shouted: "I am waiting for the Wu Barbarian tribes, and I am willing to go down the mountain to serve the county king, and I hope that the county king will be merciful and let me and the other Wu barbarians go!"

Wang Zhenling glanced over and saw that although there were many witch barbarians coming down the mountain, I was afraid that there were tens of thousands.

But they are all old and young, women and children, and even adults are few.

I knew in my heart that there were not many people who could feed in this mountainous land, far less than the plains.

There are already seventy or eighty thousand witch barbarians in these tribes.

The nearly 30,000 young warriors gathered last time are estimated to be the young warriors of all tribes combined.

If they don't surrender, it's not a matter of the total annihilation of the left front leg, I'm afraid it's the Wuman tribe in the hundreds of miles of mountains near the Linggu that will be wiped out! I want to talk about "Mythical Oven" with more like-minded people, "Talk about favorite books with more book friends."