C19 Conspiracy

Dongfang Zhongyue was very modest, but if someone said he wasn't good enough, how could he listen? He couldn't help but look towards the courtyard.

The speaker was a quiet man in his forties, with a long sword hanging from his waist. Dongfang Zhongyu remembered that he was just introduced as the chief of the Hua Shan Sword Sect, his name was the Yin Yang sword, Xianyu Wenbo.

The middle-aged man in the east chuckled and said, "It is even better than what the Sect Leader has said. This lowly one is still young." The amount of rice you have eaten is not as much as the amount of salt you have eaten, and the road you have walked through is not even as long as the bridge you have walked. Everyone could tell that he was speaking the opposite of what he said, so some of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Even though Xianyu Wenbo was quiet and gentle, he was extremely conceited. When he was laughed at, he immediately became angry, took a step forward and said: "Young Master Dongfang, I want to experience your martial arts, then let everyone see who is ranked seventh in the Martial Arts Ranking."

Dongfang Zhongyu didn't expect this person to be so conceited and boastful that he would challenge him if he didn't agree. He cupped his fists and said: "I'm sorry, Sect Leader. I told you that I was only ranked seventh because I started learning first hand and made a mistake in the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. The Embroidered Uniform Guard mega-man and the new subject wuxiaozhuan and macrosoman are both here.

Xianyu Wenbo sneered twice as he slightly curled the corner of his mouth and said, "What? You don't dare?" The more Dongfang Zhongzhong thought about it, the more he didn't know whether he should accept the challenge or not. Pang Ying said: "Young Master Dongfang, show off your skills, or else I'll be pushed off the list for no reason!"

Zhu Gaosui also said, "Young Master Dongfang, there's no need to be modest. We're all good friends here, it's normal to spar with each other!"

The more Dongfang Zhong knew that most of the people here were martial artists, they all wanted to see their martial arts, and it was more likely that Zhu Gaosui purposely arranged it, so it was impossible for him to avoid them, so he got up and said: "Since King Zhao has orders, then I will make a fool of myself, just that …" Please lend me a single knife from King Zhao. "

"Sure!" Zhu Gaosui clapped his hands and said, "Give me the knife." Immediately, a family member delivered a dozen sabers. Swallow Wing Knife, Double Bladed Knife, Fish Knife, Sprinkler Straight Knife … Everything.

Dongfang Zhongyue casually took a simple single blade and walked down the steps. He cupped his fists and said, "Freshman than the Sect Leader, please." Someone had moved the tables and chairs away to make room. Xianyu Wenbo stood in the middle of the empty field and slowly pulled out his sword. He first casually waved a few sword flowers before pointing with his sword, "Come! I'll let you do it first! "

Dongfang Zhongyue secretly shook his head, and walked up with a single blade. He turned his wrist and cut his forehead. Xianyu Wenbo couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he saw his opponent's move. He took a step to the left and stabbed his sword into his abdomen. His attack was sharp, fast and accurate.

Yuzhong, in the east, opened his knife and hacked him on the shoulder with the backhand blade. Xianyu Wenbo didn't even try to defend himself as he moved his sword away to cut Young Master Dongfang's arm. He said, "Young Master Dongfang, it seems that the Pavilion of Ascending Mist made a mistake. Let alone Seventh, you shouldn't even be in the top 70 …"

Dongfang Zhongyu was originally patient, he wanted to give Xianyu Wenbo some face to win against him after only ten moves and eight moves, but he didn't expect his mouth to be so hateful. He looked at the sword coming at him and suddenly knocked on his sword with the handle of the knife, the tip directly cutting down towards his chest.

This time, Dongfang Zhongyue had used sixty percent of his power, and his speed was astonishingly fast. In the blink of an eye, the steel knife arrived in front of Xianyu Wenbo. He was shocked and quickly turned his body to block with his sword. Dongfang Zhongyu's blade stopped abruptly in midair. Everyone was puzzled, but then they saw Xianyu Wenbo's arm collide with it …

In the eyes of others, Xianyu Wenbo was the one who bumped into the wall. In fact, it was Dongfang Zhong who had calculated the path of Xianyu Wenbo's sword; however, he was also the one who had good intentions. However, this was also enough to cause Xianyu Wenbo to grimace in pain, and the sword instantly fell to the ground.

Dongfang Zhongyue withdrew his blade and took two steps back. He cupped his fist and said: "It is better than being under the Sect Leader's control." Xianyu Wenbo stood there speechless with his left arm crossed. Dongfang Zhongyu ignored him and returned to the hall with his sabre.

Zhu Gaosui said happily, "Young Master Dongfang is indeed an expert, sit, sit... If you lose to the Sect Leader in underestimating your opponent, then you don't need to be discouraged; victory or defeat is a common occurrence. "Someone come, quickly find an imperial physician to examine the Sect Leader's wounds."

Although Zhu Gaosui helped him cover it up, Xianyu Wenbo's face was still red. He said it was okay, picked up his sword and sat down.

Pang Ying blinked her small round eyes as she looked at Dongfang Zhongyue with interest. She suddenly said, "Young Master Dongfang, the Emperor personally ordered our Imperial Secret Service to set up the Northern Fountain Division. We are lacking a talented person like you with excellent martial arts skills. What do you think? Are you interested in joining?"

Dongfang Zhongyu's heart skipped a beat as he thought to himself: Baili Qingcang really does know how to predict things like a god … No, he really was a deity. He had to agree to everything he said! I also want to unhurriedly agree, I must let you beg me. She pretended to be troubled and said, "Thank you, mega-man, for your good intentions. It's just that I …" "I'm used to being lazy, but I'm afraid I can't …"

"Huh?" Zhu Gaosui laughed and said, "Dongfang Bro is so good at it. Wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't work for the imperial government? You don't have to worry about that. mega-man is the personal representative of the Northern Tang Zhen, how could he still make things difficult for you? Is it Old Pang? "

"Of course, of course," Pang Ying laughed, her eyes squinted into a slit, "As long as Young Master Dongfang is willing to come, I will leave you the position of a flagship." Before Dongfang Zhongyu could say anything, Zhang Yujing burst out laughing.

Pang Ying asked, puzzled, "What is Liu Tie laughing about?" It's nothing, "Zhang Yujing rolled his eyes and said," I mean the official position that mega-man promised is too big, right?

At that time, the army was made up of a prison system. Within the borders of the Ming Dynasty, there were a number of dukes, each of which was under the jurisdiction of a number of guards. Each of them was under the jurisdiction of five thousand households, and each of them was under the jurisdiction of ten thousand households, and all of them were under the control of fifty-six people and one of them was made up of five flags. That is to say, the flag officer had ten soldiers under his command, which showed how big the flag officer was — if you counted him as an officer.

"What wuxiaozhuan said was the opposite, right?" Pang Ying was not stupid at all. "Yes, flag officers can be said to be the smallest, but …" However, the flag of the North Slave Division was different. Those who were able to enter the Northern Fountain Division were not ordinary soldiers or guards. At the very least, it was only the enlisted officers that were able to be placed on the list. Some of them could be Chief Flag Officer or even Liu Tie. wuxiaozhuan, do you still think that the banner officer of our North Vault Division is small? "

Zhang Yujing seemed to be the same age as Dongfang Zhongyue. Although he was a female, he dared to say it out loud, "That's more like it. This Young Master Dongfang is a martial arts expert, his position is too low …" At this moment, the servants came to deliver the food like flowing water. The crowd temporarily stopped talking.

The dishes on King Zhao's table were very particular. Other than rare mountain wild game and vegetables that could not be seen in the market, many of them were rare items that could not be called famous. When all the dishes were ready, Dongfang Zhongyue clasped his fists towards Zhang Yujing and said: "Thank you for your praise, Miss Zhang."

Zhu Gaosui let the liquor flow while he asked with a smile, "Oh right, both of you are martial arts experts. May I know …?" Dongfang Zhongyu didn't want to fight with Zhang Yujing anymore, so he quickly said: "I've seen Miss Zhang's martial arts, I admit defeat."

Zhang Yujing turned his bright eyes on Young Master Dongfang's face and shook his head, "Young Master Dongfang is too modest. I am not your opponent." "Haha …" Zhu Gaosui laughed out loud and said, "Looks like a little bit more cultivation means a bit more self-restraint …" Only the frog at the bottom of the well was arrogant. "Here, let me toast both of you …!"

The more they observed from the east, the more they felt that Zhu Gaosui was a bit approachable and not as difficult to get along with as Wang Zhenqing said.

After drinking five or six cups of wine, Zhang Yujing got up and said goodbye. Zhu Gaosui said, "If wuxiaozhuan is willing to show his face and attend the banquet, then we'll have to eat and drink to our heart's content." Zhang Yujing said he ate well, and Zhu Gaosui laughed and said he didn't drink well, so he had to drink another cup before letting him go.

It was normal for the host to be hospitable and let the wine flow. However, Dongfang Zhongyue happened to see Zhu Gaosui give a wink to the servant who poured the wine. Pour the wine and pour the wine, what's with the look in your eyes?

Dongfang Zhongyu paid attention to the person who poured the wine and saw that he was holding the pot with one hand and slowly pouring a cup of wine with the other. There was nothing suspicious about this. However, when he poured the wine for Zhu Gaosui, he didn't press the lid of the pot.

The more suspicious the East got, the more they observed the wine pot in the servant's hand. They discovered that there was a turquoise inlaid in the middle of the pot lid. It seemed like it could move …

Zhang Yujing couldn't help but let out a long sigh as he said, "What a good wine. The more I drink, the more fragrant it becomes." "Then he took his leave, and seemed to sway a little as he walked down the steps." "In the end, it's still a woman who has difficulty surpassing the power of alcohol." Zhu Gaosui called out, "Men, send wuxiaozhuan off." "Someone answered loudly, and a blue-robed man chased after him to the front yard …

Zhang Yujing's departure did not affect Zhu Gaosui's interest and he ordered people to pour wine. In this world, there were only two words to describe it: fear the heart. As long as you were serious, you would discover many things that you had neglected before. Dongfang Zhongyu secretly paid attention to the wine pot because of the abnormal events from before.

The result surprised him, for at some point the servant had changed a pot, and although the color and design were similar, there was no turquoise on the lid of the pot.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. After Zhang Yujing drank the last glass of wine, he said that this wine is good. The more you drink, the more fragrant it becomes. If she hadn't had too much to drink, why did she stagger down the steps?

After thinking about it, there was only one answer … She drank a different wine from the others! Also, Zhu Gaosui called for people to send Zhang Yujing off. A man in blue immediately went out to chase him, but the servants in the Liu Steel Manor were all wearing blue shorts, right?

At this moment, Dongfang Zhongyue was using his inner force to dry up the liquor and his face was gradually turning red. He pretended to not be able to steady himself and dropped a white jade cup on the floor, but he was still wobbling as he tried to pick up the broken wine cup, saying that it would stick …

When Zhu Gaosui saw two distinguished guests leave and one of them get drunk, how could he be in the mood to drink? He then ordered someone to help Dongfang Zhongyue to rest. Dongfang Zhongyue assumed that he had secretly slipped out of the palace.

It had been half an hour since Zhang Yujing left. Dongfang Zhongyue could tell that Zhu Gaosui wanted to harm Zhang Yujing, but he didn't know what exactly he was going to do, nor did he know which way Zhang Yujing was going. After giving it some thought, Zhong Yu urged the horse west to the south of the imperial city.

Returning that night, he remembered that Zhang Yujing had stopped him at the west side of the cross street of the Fu Temple. In the mind of Dongfang Zhongyue, she was probably living between the Imperial City and the Fu Temple. After he had gone around the Imperial City, he went straight to the Old City Street, which was the closest road to the Fu Temple.