surnamed Wang

At night, Wang Bingquan meditated in the house with his eyes closed. Not long after, Tian Jun and his party also entered the shop. The middle-aged man greeted the shopkeeper for a while, and then walked upstairs.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of Wang Gangquan's room.

"Please come in." Wang Gangquan opened his eyes.

The businessman surnamed Tian pushed the door open, smiled politely, and said:

"Mr. Zhao is still used to living there?"

Wang Gangquan nodded with a smile, "It's much better than my usual wanderings in rivers and lakes, eating and sleeping in the open."

"If you need anything, just talk to Tian, ​​you're welcome."

"Thank you Boss Tian first."

Wang Gangquan stood up and cupped his hands towards the other party.

At the door, the little girl Tian Lu was peeking into the room when she suddenly saw her father turn around and look at her with a frown. The girl immediately turned her head and looked around, pretending to be indifferent.

Tian Jun said goodbye, walked out of the room with a face full of helplessness, and walked towards the guest room with his daughter.

"not him?"

Wang Gingquan murmured.

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Since General Wen was able to stir up the whole of Donghan, he must have guessed that he would come to seek revenge. This trip to Wendu, there will be many dangers on the way, so it is always right to be fully prepared.

Wang Gangquan's eyes were tightly closed, and the sound in his ears was like thunder.

The beauty of re-creating scriptures is that apart from repairing the damaged dantian, it is also beneficial to the improvement of cultivation. Its origin is mysterious, and it is not even inferior to the ancient book handed down by my master.

Whenever the incomprehensible master was mentioned, Wang Gingquan couldn't help feeling a headache. When the two met that day, the other party said a lot of mysterious words to him, and after listening for a long time, he could understand one sentence:
"The highest level of cultivation in this realm is alchemy. After alchemy, it is difficult to move an inch. If you want to go to the next level, you need to break through the realm and go. I am waiting for you here as a teacher."

When Wang Gangquan heard this at the beginning, he didn't feel the love and care from his master. He just felt that this was another conspiracy, and that the old clapper might be holding back somewhere and waiting to trick him.

While he was thinking, the door was knocked again, and it was the young man in the caravan who came.

"What's the matter, little brother?" Wang Bingquan asked.

The other party did not answer, but knelt down directly to him, bowed his head and said:
"The villain sees the prince!"

The tone was coherent, and he didn't stutter at all.

Wang Quanquan immediately understood, and calmly said:
"Are you a dark guard?"

The man didn't dare to look up, and replied in a deep voice:
"The villain has no such blessings. He is just an ordinary spy. A few days ago, Donghan spies intercepted and killed Mr. Chouniu. The villain is just a temporary duty."

"Get up." Wang Gangquan ordered.

The young man got up upon hearing the words, with a reserved but not rigid expression, not at all as simple and honest as he was during the day.

Before Wang Gingquan left, Yan Jun had told him that someone would meet him after landing. At first he thought that this person would be one of the father and daughter of the Tian family, but he did not expect that it would be an inconspicuous stutterer in the caravan in the end. man.

Looking at it now, that Tian girl was really too naive.

Afterwards, the assistant introduced the situation of Donghan to Wang Gangquan.

"This route is the safest. When the prince arrives in Yidu, Lord Yinhu will come to meet him."

As soon as the clerk finished speaking, Wang Gangquan interrupted him with a gesture, then stood up gently, and tiptoed towards the door.

At the door, Wang Gingquan suddenly opened the door, and the girl who was putting her ear on the crack of the door staggered unpreparedly and fell into the opponent's arms.

With nephrite in his arms, the man smiled but said:

"Brother Tian, ​​what a coincidence?"

The girl struggled to get up in panic, her face turned red behind her ears, and it took a long while to recover, pretending to be calm and saying:

"I... I'm here to find him."

As she spoke, she pointed to the buddy in the room, but this time she stuttered instead.

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"Young Master Tian, ​​walk slowly, come to play often in the future."

After seeing off Tian Lu, Wang Bingquan went back to the room and closed the door, sighing secretly.

In the past, I always felt that my father was messing around with flowers and grass, and was inferior to animals, but I didn't expect that now it was my turn, and after all, I still lived in the appearance I hated the most.

"Oh... just blame me for being too handsome."

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In the early morning of the next day, a white horse rode northward.

Immediately, the man was still wearing white clothes with two swords, but he had placed the slender dagger horizontally under the robe behind his waist, so he never took it out of its sheath.

The essence of Jinghong Thirteen Stances is to gather momentum and strike. Wang Bingquan intercepted the method of gathering momentum, combined with the old man surnamed Ye's flying sword technique, to accumulate momentum all the way, and strive to kill with one blow at the critical moment.

Last night, according to the spies, there was a Living Buddha sitting in the capital of Eastern Han Dynasty. This time, it is very possible to block it. Buddhism and Taoism have always been unpredictable, especially real living Buddhas, which cannot be inferred by common sense.

The young living Buddha Wang Bingquan met in Congmo Courtyard, just smashed the solid wooden case in a rage, and he is no less than a martial artist, let alone has a great supernatural power that is never passed on.

He couldn't say whether there were really immortals reincarnated in this world, but it was a real existence to become an immortal with a mortal body. In some respects, he himself was already considered a half immortal.

After traveling all the way for half a day, Wang Gingquan arrived at the first resting place, an ordinary city called Lingcheng.

The people of Eastern Han were tough, and almost all the people carried bows and knives. Therefore, Wang Bingquan brought a sword into the city, which did not attract the attention of the soldiers guarding the city. Moreover, he was still dressed as a literati, and the soldiers didn't even bother to find him unlucky.

In recent years, Donghan advocated literati to rule the country. Although many scholars came from humble backgrounds, they also gained a place in the court. These "useless scholars" who have never been valued by people have gradually risen in status.

Among them, there are many scholars who imitated the great masters of the dynasty. They traveled around the world with green shirts and swords.

Although most of this is for self-entertainment in the literary world, emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts has become the general trend. Even ordinary soldiers know not to easily offend these literati who may worship their prime ministers in the future.

Wang Gingquan entered the city without hindrance, and seeing the bustling scene in a small city that was as lively as the dynasty's mansion, even he had to admire the methods of the first minister of Eastern Han Dynasty.

When he came to a tavern, the clerk greeted him warmly. In Donghan, where money is paramount, ordinary clerks are quicker than Dynasty.

Wang Gangquan looked at the menu board hanging on the wall, and ordered a few in his broken Donghan language. The waiter was not surprised by this, and he took the money and went down to do it with a smile on his face.

Nowadays, there is a shortage of civil officials in Eastern Han Dynasty. In recent years, some literati who have not been able to get along in the dynasty have come to Eastern Han Dynasty to try their luck. Much better than the original two-sleeve breeze.

The dynasty has always been kind to scholars. Talented scholars are exempted from corvee and taxes, they don’t kneel when they see local officials, and they can receive money from the local government every month.

Even if you don't have fame, you will be looked at high when you walk on the street in a long gown, so no one will do this kind of thing that is poked in the back.

This incident also brought about a rare unification of opinions in the Central Plains literary world. They nicknamed those literati who were willing to discredit themselves and serve the Tartars as "literary traitors".

As for the first assistant minister of Donghan who claimed to be a literary general, he was of course regarded as the biggest literary traitor.

Those scholars who sell their talents and learn from other races, even if they rely on changing masters to obtain official positions, they will still be looked down upon by the Eastern Han literary circle in the end. Literati are the most xenophobic and like to suppress others, so these people's official careers will not be very good.

It is said that there was an old scholar with mediocre ability. He had participated in the imperial examination for decades in the dynasty, but he failed the provincial examination. In the end, he really wanted to be an official, so he secretly went to Donghan and became a subordinate official.

Due to the ups and downs in his official career, in the end, regardless of face, he recognized a grandson of Donghan Jingguan as his adoptive father, and became the laughing stock of the entire dynasty and the Donghan literary world.

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