Chapter XXIII

September 13.

Chang'an Dart Bureau.

Noon, noon is approaching.

Zhuo Donglai had just left, Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't like to see Zhuo Donglai, even though he knew that the only people who could save his life now were Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun.

In Chang'an City, there are very few people who don't know Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun, but there are not many people who have seen Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun, and the more famous people are, the more difficult it will be to meet them? Yang Jian considered himself lucky, he not only saw Zhuo Donglai and the legendary undefeated hero Sima Chaoqun.

After seeing these two people, Yang Jian also had to admit that neither Zhuo Donglai nor Sima Chaoqun was any worse than Zhu Meng of the Lion Hall. It's just that the person he is afraid of is only Zhuo Donglai, and he is not afraid of Sima Chaoqun.

Sima Chaoqun is a big hero, a hero in the eyes of outsiders, a person who is willing to give his life for his friends, although he has not seen Sima Chaoqun many times, but it can be seen that if Zhuo Donglai is in danger, Sima Chaoqun is absolutely willing to exchange his life for Zhuo Donglai's life, so in his eyes, this kind of big hero is worthy of admiration, but it is not terrible.

But Zhuo Donglai is not, Zhuo Donglai is not a hero, but a hero.

A man who simply has no human emotions, but has a calm and rational personality. Xiao Xiong rarely makes mistakes, and Zhuo Donglai didn't miss it once, Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun debuted for more than ten years, Zhuo Donglai doesn't know how many things he planned in the past ten years, but this person didn't miss a single time, he couldn't help but be afraid of this kind of person, he just said a few words to Zhuo Dong, but he was already unprecedentedly tired.

At noon, it was time for lunch.

Zhuo Donglai arranged these things very well, there was no mistake, just after noon, a servant came to the house with wine and delicacies.

-- There are not only fine food and wine, but also seven or eight kinds of tools for testing drugs.

Zhuo Donglai is a very cautious person, so he has never missed anything, so although Zhuo Donglai knew that the people who wanted to kill Yang Jian and kill him or Sima Chaoqun would definitely choose to kill them on October 15, when Sima Chaoqun, the big boss of the Great Dart Bureau, opened the mountain gate to open the mountain disciple Yang Jian, Zhuo Donglai did not relax his vigilance, so he gave Yang Jian the tools to test the poison.

For this point, even if he was very jealous of Zhuo Donglai, Yang Jian, who did not have the slightest good impression, had to admire Zhuo Donglai's calmness and caution. But he didn't move, whether it was wine or food, he didn't eat a mouthful, he didn't eat a mouthful, he just wanted to lie on the chuang now, he wanted to sleep.

But he couldn't sleep, he was thinking about a person, thinking of a person who had left the deepest impression on him in his life, this person was Zhu Meng, his former boss, the most powerful one among the forty green forest heroes on the route from the Central Plains of Heshuo to Kanto, and the only one who did not participate in the Big Dart Bureau Alliance - Zhu Meng, the master of the Lion Hall.

He was very jealous of Zhuo Donglai, but the person he feared the most was Zhu Meng.

He had been under Zhu Meng for too many, many years, and he knew that Zhu Meng was fierce and ruthless, and he was an extremely terrifying character, once Zhu Meng had to deal with someone, in Yang Jian's opinion, this person was already dead. In the past, he had seen Zhu Meng deal with too many people, and none of those people had a chance to survive, and even sometimes the families of these people did not survive.

He very much believed that once Zhu Meng made up his mind to deal with someone, he would definitely do whatever it took to exchange the 3,800 heads of the disciples of the Lion Hall at all costs, and he was even willing to exchange the 3,800 heads of the disciples of the Lion Hall.

And he also knew a very desperate news, it was because of this news that he had always had a good appetite and no longer wanted to drink or eat-Zhu Meng had already made up his mind to deal with him, and he had already decided to cut off his head, hearing this, what else did he have to eat?

Therefore, he didn't eat or drink, he just wanted to fall asleep quickly, only in this way could he not think about Zhuo Donglai, who was extremely jealous, and not think about Zhu Meng, who made him think of him without fear or even think of death.

His person was already lying on the chuang, but he hadn't slept yet, he was thinking about people. He is thinking about making friends all over the world, who can be regarded as a powerful Zhu Meng to send to take his life, and how many people?

Soon he thought of three people: Han Zhang, Mu Ji, and Gao Yanfei.

Han Zhang, like him, is Zhu Meng's favorite general, but he rebelled, and Han Zhang did not rebel, so Han Zhang would come to kill him. And Muji and Gao Yanfei are people that Zhu Meng trusts very much, the former owes him a favor, and the latter is his friend.

He thought about it, the people who were most likely to kill him were these three people, but he thought more, was it only these three people? He thought of the fourth person, someone he had never seen or heard of, and he believed that there might be such a person in the world, this person was Zhu Meng's friend, and he was willing to kill people for Zhu Meng, and killing people was an extremely terrifying existence.

This thought flashed in his mind, a person had already appeared in front of him, a silent and ordinary person, carrying an ordinary and old box, this person did not know when he appeared in his room, it seemed that this person had just come to his room, and it seemed that this person had been here for a long, long time, when he saw this person, his whole body was already cold, his whole body was suffocated, and his whole body was trembling.

He looked at the person in front of him and remembered Zhuo Donglai's words: It was a box, which could be the most powerful and terrifying weapon in the world.

He saw the man, and he saw the box, it was a silent and ordinary person, and the box was old and ordinary, but he knew that as long as that person wanted to kill him, he would die in the next moment, and he was absolutely sure of that, with his experience over the years.

The person carrying the box seemed to know that Yang Jian was looking at him, so he also looked back at Yang Jian, so the two looked at each other.

Yang Jian saw a pair of gray eyes, a tired and vicissitudes of life, this is a very ordinary and ordinary middle-aged face, but his pupils have contracted violently, and his person even wants to leave this next moment, but he finally stopped this impulse, he knows that as long as there is anything wrong with his whole body, then he may die, he doesn't want to die, so he can't move, even if his whole body is already trembling, he can't be scared, he can only sit honestly on the chuang, and put his hands on the middle-aged man carrying the box where his eyes can see。

The person carrying the box just glanced at Yang Jian, but Yang Jian felt as if thousands of years had passed, at this moment he seemed to have smelled death, and at this moment he even thought that he was dead.

However, the voice sounded in his ears, so Yang Jian finally knew that he was not dead.

The person carrying the box asked, "Your name is Yang Jian?" His voice was very low and peaceful, without a little momentum, but it gave Yang Jian a kind of pressure not to answer, Yang Jian even felt that at this moment he was like the dust in the dust, he didn't even dare to look at the person carrying the box.

In fact, he really didn't look at the person carrying the box, and he didn't dare to look at this person, he said honestly like a slave: "I am Yang Jian, Yang Jian of the Lion Hall." ”

The person carrying the box was silent, he was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly, saying something that made Yang Jian already feel desperate and smelled the breath of death: "Very good, then you are dead, I am the person invited by Zhu Meng to kill you." ”

He said it plainly, but it was as if death was judging mortals on earth.

Yang Jian didn't want to die, no one wanted to die, so he had clenched his fists, he had already given his life to fight, he stared at the box, stared at the box that Zhuo Donglai called the world's most powerful and terrifying weapon, and now he almost knew that he was going to die, but he wanted to see that box, the box that Zhuo Donglai called the most powerful weapon in the world, the box that was more powerful than the overlord gun, the peacock feather, the immortal sword, and the deer cutting knife in the eyes of Zhuo Donglai, an extremely smart and calm smart person.

Same day, September 13.

Noon has passed, not yet, not yet.

The wine and food have been served, the wine is 30 years old, and the dish is a dish specially made by the retired imperial chef in the palace by the owner of Chang'anju. There are not many people in Chang'anju who can afford this meal, and even fewer people who can afford to eat this meal.

Long Wu, Lian Xing, Yuan Suiyun, Yan Nantian, Qin Huhua, and Wang Wanwu dined together, but at this moment, no matter what person was, they knew that they were definitely not here to dine, but to talk about things, and there were already many people who had been disguised at the door, and once there was any heat intrusion, there would only be death.

This is an order given by Long Wu, it is very simple, but it is also absolutely very effective, so no one has broken into the door so far, so now no matter what they say or do in this place, there is absolutely no seventh person to see, and there is no seventh hot to hear, what is said here must be a secret, absolutely a secret.

The first person to speak was Lianxing, who had walked into Chang'an City in the early morning with a large group of helpers, he was the last person to come to Chang'an, she had a lot of things she didn't understand, although he already knew a lot from Long Wu's mouth, but there were still too many things she didn't understand, so she was the first to speak, she said, "What is your plan?"

Long Wu smiled, he coughed, his answer was very simple and direct and precise, he said, "We have only one purpose, and that is to implement the Heavenly Punishment Plan. ”

Without pause, Mercy asked, "So all your plans are just to destroy the Heavenly Sin Organization?"

Long Wu glanced at Yuan Suiyun, Yan Nantian, Qin Huhua, and Wang Wanwu, and looked at Lian Xing again, "We people are gathered here for this reason, but we don't know why you came here, are you here for the Heavenly Sin Plan?"

There was no change in the slightest change on Pixing's face, but her heart was stunned for a moment, she swept over the people in front of her, and said lightly: "But now I don't know what your plans are, what are the plans of the Ink Dumping Pool, I don't even know what the Ink Dumping Pool is doing?"

"So you suspect that Mo Dump Chi is doing something that has nothing to do with the Heavenly Sin Project?" Long Wu took the glass of wine that Qin Huhua had poured for him, and said with a smile: "Actually, you don't have to doubt him at all, so none of us here don't want to end this matter quickly, he is more anxious than any of us, and he even wants to leave Chang'an before September 20th." ”

Everyone understands this, and Mo Dump Chi hopes to rush to Huashan in more than 20 days.

Huashan, October 15.

The location is over the cliff, the wind is clear, and the ink pours into the pool.

The two have a duel, a possible duel to the death.

Ink Pond never breaks a contract, so this duel is inevitable.

Lian Xing understood, but she was unwilling, she was unwilling and didn't know at all that she wanted Mo Dumping Chi to do this, but Yuan Suiyun's words finally made her not ask again for the time being, and Yuan Suiyun just said something lightly.

Yuan Suiyun said: "Mo Tingchi knows that you will definitely come, so he asked me to tell you that he will definitely come back today, and he will definitely give you an explanation, and he also said that he actually wants to see you, after all, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Pixing didn't speak, not only did Pixing stop talking, but her face was already red when she heard this, and her eyes full of the light of wisdom carried a gentle meaning like water at this time, hating and annoying, but it seemed to love.

This is an emotion that is difficult to explain.

Everyone present was not blind except for Yuan Suiyun, so they could naturally see the strong emotions flashing in Pixing's eyes, and at this moment, all the people, including Yuan Suiyun, were thinking about one thing: What is the relationship between Pixing and Mo Dumping?

Yuan Suiyun couldn't see, but he knew no less than the people who saw it, at least now he was the one who knew the most about the things between the three people, Lianxing, Yingyue, and Mo Dumping.

Where is the ink pool now?

September 13.

Not at the time, not at the end.

Mo Dumping Chi had already left Zhuo Donglai's courtyard, leaving alone, and he came to Yang Jian's courtyard.

On the same day, at the same time, Sima Chaoqun came to Zhuo Donglai's house.

There was no one else in the room, only Zhuo Donglai.

Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Dong came to meet again. (To be continued.) )