Ten Capitals, Nine Observations, Eight Poles, Seven Yuans, Six Divisions, Five Elders Compete for Da

Chapter 96 Assassinate the king and kill the king, the hero of the Han Dynasty, Fu Jiezi!

In the classroom.

Jiang Chen held the cup in his hand, took it to his mouth and took a sip, the scent of tea immediately lingered in his mouth and tongue.

There are more than a dozen plates of dim sum placed on the table.

See this situation.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but recall the last time he entered the teaching room.

At that time, not to mention the tea, I had to cook all the meals by myself, how could it be a bitter word?
And now.

Hot tea, snacks, warm hospitality, everything.

The allusion of "Su Dongpo and the abbot of the ancient temple" can almost be used to describe the changes before and after:

"Sit, please sit down, please take your seat; tea, serve tea, offer fragrant tea!"

Seeing these delicious snacks, Ruan Tiehan seemed to have fallen into an ocean of happiness. He immediately sat in front of the table and stuffed all kinds of snacks into his mouth, making a sound of "humming, humming" from time to time.

Zhang Baisui frowned, and made the decision he regretted the most this year—send Ruan Tiehan to the back kitchen to find food for himself, and ordered the servants to take good care of this guest.

After the teaching room returns to its usual calm.

Jiang Chen confessed his experience in the last month, and Zhang Baisui was amazed:
"So that's how you got the favor of the divine bird of the Western Regions."

"No wonder it grows so fast!"

Jiang Chen didn't explain, and let others make up his mind.

Zhang Baisui's attitude became more and more heated, and he smiled and said:

"To digest the medicinal properties of wild hunters, you need to hunt a man-eating tiger. Nephew Jiang Xian, have you ever chosen a hunting target?"

Jiang Chen thought for a few seconds, and couldn't help but recall the saber-toothed tiger with a body length of nearly six or seven meters when he passed the Peacock River, and said in his heart:

"I already have an idea of ​​the hunting target, but how to track it is a big problem.

Although the scavenging ceremony has the magical function of treasure hunting, but the scope is too small, and it needs personal objects to assist in positioning. The limitations are too large, and I am afraid it cannot be used. "

Zhang Baisui stroked his white beard, laughed loudly and said:
"After you are promoted to Wilderness Hunter, you may awaken tracking abilities."

The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched:
"Old chief, don't make fun of me. If I were a hunter in the wilderness, why would I need to hunt tigers?"

Zhang Baisui got up, cheerfully gave useful advice:
"You might as well ask the Taoist priests who accompany the army. They are the professionals when it comes to divination."

"Thank you, old chief!"

Jiang Chen hurriedly bowed to Zhang Baisui, and then said words such as "high and respected in age", "old age with great virtue", and "an old horse knows the way" without asking for money.

The hype was exaggerated, but Zhang Baisui couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling comfortable.

This is the principle of "thousands of clothes, ten thousand clothes, flattering and no clothes".

Zhang Baisui stroked his beard, smiled happily and said:
"You have too much ghostly aura, you'd better find a Taoist priest named Dongfang Hero to get rid of it.

In my opinion, once you leave the camp of Zhengxi Army, Luojiao assassins will probably come to your door immediately. At that time, even if you have [-] lives, it will not be enough. "

Hear this.

Jiang Chen couldn't help feeling a little curious.

Oriental hero? !
Such a mighty and domineering name, what kind of majestic character should be worthy of it?
There was a little smile in the eyes of the old village head, and he said:

"It's the third quarter of the hour, and that old greedy cat in the east should still be eating supper. If you go earlier, you can get rid of the ghostly breath tonight."

heard.

Jiang Chen got up immediately, pulled Ruan Tiehan out from the back kitchen, and then went to the area where the Taoist priests accompanied the army.

When I just walked out of the classroom and walked about 30 meters,

Ruan Tiehan's majestic and fat body suddenly trembled, and then he burped long and loudly.

Jiang Chen was full of surprise:

"Ruan Dashan, how many snacks have you eaten?"

Ruan Tiehan patted his round belly and stretched out two fingers.

Jiang Chen frowned:

"Dim sum is not cheap. Two catties of dim sum cost at least 20 taels of silver..."

next second!
In the classroom, a roar suddenly sounded!

The voice was sullen:
"Ruan Tiehan, you bloody idiot!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"The twenty catties of snacks I got through my relationship, you fucking ate them all? Don't leave any of them to me!"

Feeling guilty, Jiang Chen hurriedly dragged the shameless Ruan Tiehan and ran away with a bucket.

…………

Taoist camp.

Relying on the wooden sign token given by General Wei Xuan, Jiang Chen immediately found an old priest in charge of foreign negotiations, and called him by name:

"I want to see the Taoist priest of the Eastern Hero."

heard.

The old Taoist was a little surprised, so he led the two of them to turn left and right, and finally came to a smoky tent, and walked in.

then,

He pointed to an old wooden bed, on which lay a short and stout old man with a height of only 1.3 meters [-], who was lying on his side, holding a whole chicken with lotus leaves and feasting on it.

The old Taoist frowned and shouted:
"Hero, you're lazy and eating in bed again?"

The little old man got up slowly, his mouth was full of grease, he gnawed on the big chicken leg, and said with a vague smile:

“Eating in bed is the best~”

Sure enough, the sentence "only wrong names, no wrong nicknames" is a wise saying... Jiang Chen was disillusioned.

The old Taoist seemed a little helpless, turned to Jiang Chen and said:
"This is Taoist Priest Dongfang."

mission completed.

The old Taoist leader was unwilling to stay in this messy tent and left in a hurry.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, still maintaining his politeness, took out the wooden token, leaned over slightly and said:
"Dongfang Daoist, I hope you can help me get rid of the ghostly aura on my body."

As soon as this word comes out.

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the old Dongfang, as if he could see through everything in the world and Jiang Chen's past in an instant, and said in a deep voice:

"You killed several generals, right?"

Jiang Chen was taken aback, and instinctively felt a little fear, but soon held back his emotions, with a calm expression on his face, and even asked without answering:
"We have only met for the first time, Daoist Dongfang, how can you be sure that I have killed a strong general?"

The old Dongfang stroked his beard and smiled:
"It's just a little bit of divination."

"You seem to have many lines of cause and effect on your body, let Pindao take a closer look..."

"Well, one is called Yang, Yang Yunhu?"

"There is another one, the great witch Zhu Wuxie of Dongli City... Hey, this person is a bit weird, the strength of the clone is actually higher than that of the deity, and it seems that he also has a deep hatred with you."

"There is another one, Yangyun...what? It's been too long, I can't see it, hehe."

Jiang Chen was horrified. Almost all the strong men he encountered in the past were seen through by this person. This kind of ability is by no means ordinary people. He clasped his fists and said in admiration:

"Dongfang Daoist, really deserves his reputation."

The eastern old man smiled:

"It was entrusted by the general to get rid of the ghostly breath, and the poor can help you get rid of it for free, but..."

"The guy named Yang Yunhu seems to have given you a copy of the memory cloud, but the most important part is blocked by the mist, what the poor said, right?"

Jiang Chen nodded in agreement, admiring him even more.

The old man Dongfang smiled:
"If you can do a little favor for Pindao, then Pindao is willing to clear the fog for you and obtain the most precious core part of the memory cloud, how about it?"

In an instant.

[White-level opportunity: "Pierce the willow and shoot the willow, hit every shot", is inspiring...]

Jiang Chen recalled the powerful performance of killing ghost generals in an instant with a blast of arrows from the strong bow outside the camp of Zhengxi Army before, and he was very eager to become a figure like the god of arrows, so he immediately said:

"Please speak."

The old Dongfang narrowed his eyes and said:

"Actually, you are not the only one who has considered weakening Loulan's national fortune."

"We, the Taoist priests accompanying the army, are also secretly planning this matter.

It's a pity that after repeated failures, he had no choice but to give up this plan, but your appearance made the poor itchy, and gave birth to the idea of ​​trying again. "

Jiang Chen's heart tightened, something related to the fate of the country... I'm afraid it's definitely not a "small favor"!
He asked in a deep voice:
"Daoist Dongfang, what exactly do you need from me?"

The old Dongfang showed an inscrutable expression on his face, and took out a mostly broken Loulan ancient painting from his bosom.

Jiang Chen fixed his eyes on it.

It seems to depict three envoys dressed in official robes of the Han Dynasty, besieging and killing someone with knives outside the Loulan Palace.

The old man Dongfang stared at the broken scroll, and said word by word:

"The content depicted in this ancient painting is the old affairs of Fu Jiezi, the envoy of the Han Dynasty during Emperor Zhaodi's time."

"At that time, Loulan was already at both ends of the mouse, jumping left and right between the big Han and the Huns at the same time, so Fu Jiezi lured him with a golden brocade, so that the ninth generation Loulan King followed him into the curtain.

then.

Two strong men rushed out and killed him. From then on, Loulan's delusion of dominating the Western Regions collapsed and disappeared! "

Jiang Chen was stunned for a while, and asked doubtfully:
"Isn't this something that happened hundreds of years ago? How is it related to the Loulan National Games?"

The old man Dongfang looked enigmatic, and said in a deep voice:
"I need you to enter the world in the painting, become one of those two strong men, assassinate the king, and kill Yan Wanquan, the ninth generation Loulan king... again!"

(End of this chapter)