surnamed Wang

Chapter 342
The dark guard Wang San has been very busy these few days, and finally became the dark guard of his dreams, but the gap between reality and imagination is too big.

He first received an order to find out the background of several fourth-rank civil servants. Although he didn't have to do it himself, sorting out information was a complicated job. My eyes feel blurry.

In the end, there was nothing to do, so he licked his face and went to Yu Mu, who was once a Si snake, for help. He bought a lot of good wine and food, and the other party finally agreed.

Although the father Wang Xishan's family has a big business and is not short of this little money, but since the two fathers confronted each other at the gate of the city last time, the old man has always looked down on this son. I want money.

Wang San looked at his empty pockets and kept sighing, if it was just such a small matter, he wouldn't be frowning.

A few days ago, a female Dharma Queen of the Western Regions came to the city. It is said that some kind of living Buddha was reincarnated. She had already made a lot of noise in Donghan before. If she hadn't seen Yinhu's secret letter with her own eyes, even if she was killed, she would not believe that there is such a thing in the world. Such a strange person.

Fortunately, the female Dharma queen didn't act too aggressively, and Wang Sanxuan's heart was slightly relieved. After ordering his subordinates to pay close attention, he rarely took time to rest.

Just as he was staring at the money bag in a daze, thinking of his nourishing life when he was the captain of the gatekeeper, there was a panicked voice from his subordinates at the door:
"Master Maotu, something has happened!"

Wang San was so startled that his hands trembled, he got up quickly and said:

"Why, did that female monk make any moves?"

"Return to my lord, the female Dharma Queen didn't do anything, it's because something happened in Ankang Palace."

"What happened to Prince Ankang's Mansion?" Wang San opened the door with doubts on his face.

"This... is more urgent, let's talk as we walk."

Wang San sighed secretly when he heard the words, he really worked hard.

……

The two walked out of the courtyard and hurried towards the Wangfu, and the subordinate began to tell the story.

It turned out that just now, Ye Jian, who had been away from Beijing for many days, suddenly returned to Beijing, bringing along a boy who could fly with a sword just like him.

The person in charge of tracking didn't pay attention at first, but unexpectedly, the old man walked all the way north, and went directly to Ankang Palace to find bad luck.

Not long after the old and the young entered the palace, there were conversations in the palace. Just as the guards were about to go to check, they heard a loud noise from the courtyard wall beside them, and then a stone table weighing nearly [-] jin smashed directly through the wall flew out.

Before they recovered from their horror, those with sharp eyes caught a glimpse of someone in midair, only to see that Wang Quanquan was confronting the old man in the air, and there was nothing under their feet.It was also the first time they had seen such a scene, so they hurried back to report.

When Wang San heard this, he almost couldn't help yelling, I'm not a god, what the hell is the use of asking me for such a thing?

……

The palace was in the middle of the sky, Wang Gingquan looked at the old man with a stern expression on his face.

Just now, he was eating hot pot in the courtyard and humming. It was so beautiful, but a flying sword stuck to his feet at this moment.

Wang Bingquan was not surprised, since Ye Jian arrived at the door, he already knew about it, and the reason why he didn't do anything was because he wanted to wait and see what happened for the sake of his apprentice.

Unexpectedly, this old guy didn't talk about martial arts, but started a sneak attack as soon as he came up. Although he was mostly probing, he succeeded in provoking Wang Gangquan's anger.

"Old man, what do you mean?" Wang Bingquan said coldly.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly:

"I always heard that Mr. Hong said that he has a very powerful master, so the old man was motivated to be competitive. Seeing that the old man is about to go to the ground, I wonder if the prince can give me a lesson or two?"

"What does it matter to me whether you die or not, who wants to fight you?"

Wang Gangquan didn't finish his sentence angrily, so he stopped talking to the other party, turned to look at the boy opposite, and said kindly:
"My dear boy, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came, but it just happened to happen today, and I was worrying that I couldn't finish eating the sheep that had just been slaughtered."

The boy couldn't stop his joy from the moment he saw Wang Gingquan, but he didn't dare to intervene when he saw the two of them were at war. Now that the master spoke, the boy hurriedly ran to sit across the table and said in surprise:
"Master, you are really a prince. I didn't believe the old man told me before, but it seems that he is really your sword servant."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, Wang Bingquan couldn't help but twitched his cheeks. He finally understood why the old man was so angry. Just as he was about to explain, a broken sword was already in front of his nose.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Wang Pingquan leaned back, narrowly dodging the sharp blow.

At this moment, he also got really angry, pushed the little apprentice aside with his backhand, and then kicked the stone table.

The heavy stone table was kicked up and flew straight towards the old man. Wang Gangquan did not forget to catch the falling hot pot and various dishes and put them on the stone bench one by one.

The young Hong Mao was stunned watching from the sidelines, secretly thinking that he is indeed a master, and that juggling is much better than that old man.

……

Facing the imminent stone table, the old man turned slightly, and the stone table flew past him and hit the courtyard wall directly.

Looking at the big hole in the wall, Wang Gangquan said coldly:
"Old man, you have to pay me for this wall."

The old man smiled, nodded and said:

"Fight with the old man, ten times the compensation will do."

Wang Gangquan has never had the habit of respecting the old and caring for the young. In addition, the old man was really aggressive, and the clay figurine was still a bit angry, so he made a move with his right hand, and a dagger flew directly towards this side. go.

……

When Wang San arrived panting, the fight in mid-air had been going on for a while. Now that Wang Bingquan had recovered, he would naturally not be afraid of a sword fairy. What he was thinking about now was the relationship between the other party and his apprentice. If he accidentally missed If you get rid of the other party, will it affect the apprentice's mood?

"Fight seriously, don't be timid, you are not as decisive as an old man like me." Ye Jian obviously noticed the other party's absent-mindedness, and reminded him.

Wang Gangquan didn't have a deadly enmity with the other party at all, and there was absolutely no reason to use all his strength here. He first thought about it, and then asked casually:

"With your strength, if you fight with Wen Fuding, you have a few percent chance of winning."

"I'm cooperating with you kid to put this set of information, to tell you the truth, it's not all."

The old man has never had a bad feeling towards this young man who has a good understanding of the sword, so he has nothing to hide about such an insignificant matter.

Wang Gangquan frowned upon hearing this, "Not even [-]% sure?"

The old man was obviously amused by his words, stopped attacking and said with a smile:

"Although the old man claims to be a sword fairy, he is still a mortal after all, it is really difficult for you to ask me to compare with a demon.

Among the three religions, Buddhism and Taoism have always been secretive. Taoism's real person becoming a flying immortal is not just talking about it. According to what the old man sees, this Wen Fuding is probably not far from becoming a saint. "

"What is the realm of a saint?" Wang Gangquan asked with a frown.

"A saint is a person who has attained the Dao."

The old man with a sword in his name stroked his beard first, and then he began to explain incessantly. The two of them had just fought inextricably, but now they just stood in mid-air and started chatting.

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(End of this chapter)