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By the time Lang Ka and Yu Xianhe reached Lhasa, spring was already approaching its end and the weather was getting hotter and hotter.

Fu Changqing was currently training outside the Lhasa. In this period of time, he gathered all the heavy soldiers and continuously recruited them, vowing to create a team that was invincible.

He had lost faith in the Great Qing Kingdom, and was thoroughly disappointed in the timid Old Buddha. He decided that if the British Army dared to come again, no matter what orders he received from him, he would use the excuse of him not accepting any orders from the outside world as the reason.

Fu Changqing knew that at the moment, the Herba Euphorbiae and the Old Buddha were extremely busy, they had no time to worry about the matters of hiding the place, so he had to firmly grasp the entire place in his hands, and fight to the death to protect the peace in the place!

Lang Ka and Yu Xianhe arrived at the Octagon Street again, and observed the rooftops of the buildings on the street. They could not find the expert from last time — — The expert was naturally Fu Changqing.

After that, the two of them went to the tavern that was sealed, took off the seal, and pushed the door open to check. There was nothing to be found, Fu Changqing's men had cleared the entire room, and Ghost King Yangjin had already left.

Yu Xianhe looked at the big pot used by Central Gold to bomb someone's finger, and suddenly felt a little disappointed, her heart empty.

"Envy Crane, what are you thinking about?" Lang Ka saw that Yu Xianhe's expression was strange and asked.

"Envy Crane?" Seeing that Yu Xianhe did not react, Lang Ka raised his voice and asked.

Only then did Yu Xianhe react and she hurriedly said, "It's nothing, let's go back to visit. I was pondering about the technique that Central Jin used then …"

"Are you sure? "Why does it look like that woman ran away …"

"Stop bullshitting, if you continue nagging, I'll pinch your butt!" Lang Ka, what is the origin of the Ghost King's rope? How did she get the Daoist Immortal Binding Rope? " Yu Xianhe changed the topic.

"How should I know? Go ask her." Lang Ka said.

"You know her well, don't you? Can you beat her? Why did she give you so much face … "

Before Yu Xianhe could finish her question, she was interrupted by Lang Ka: "If you want to know, then ask her yourself. Also, at that time, she wasn't giving me face, I think he wanted to discipline you a bit, even if I didn't appear, she wouldn't have really killed you."

"Were you really just passing by?"

"Really? Do I look like I'm lying to you?"

"Yes."

The duo teased for a while before leaving the tavern. When they left, they conveniently affixed a seal to it. After all, the seal had the words' Hidden Office 'written on it. The citizens don't fight with officials, so the two of them were very clear about this.

After that, the two of them walked out of the Lhasa and saw a huge troop stationed at the foot of the Zephyr Temple in the north of the city.

This troop was dressed in cleaning up's attire, Lang Ka was shocked, there had been no war in the hidden grounds recently, so why was there such a huge troop stationed near the capital of Tibet?

In order to make it easier to observe the team, Lang Ka and Yu Xianhe arrived at the top of the mountain of Zephyr Temple to look down.

"Lang Ka, it's been so long." Chi Ba who was dressed in his robes said.

Lang Ka nodded, looking at the wrinkles on the monk's face, he replied: "When we met, the age of the friend by my side and you were similar right?"

Lang Ka recalled that dozens of years ago, before the Zephyr Temple Buddha Festival, a stubborn Lama fought against the masses and argued with a group of esteemed monks. He also earned the respect of everyone by relying on his unique insight into the buddhist arts.

After so many years, Lama had already become this old monk with a face full of wrinkles. What remained unchanged was the Chi Cheng in his eyes.

Yu Xianhe, who was at the side, was actually quite shocked. Just now, Lang Ka had said that when he first met Zephyr Temple Chi Ba, the old monk in front of him was about the same age as him …

By conservative estimates, that must have been fifty years ago, right? Fifty years ago, how old was Lang Ka?

The current Lang Ka looked to be around thirty years of age, and was a man in his prime … Yu Xianhe thought, there were some Warlocks that could use mystical techniques to maintain their looks and maintain their appearance, could it be that Lang Ka was an expert in that art? At the same time, Yu Xianhe was also suspecting that from what he knew, Lang Ka did not care about his own image. If that was the case, then she would not be able to explain why Lang Ka had used a technique to maintain his appearance.

He's not a man who loves beauty, why would he use a technique to hide his face? Yu Xianhe did not know that Lang Ka had never used any techniques to maintain his appearance.

Since the day his soul left his body, Lang Ka did not age anymore …

"You don't look old at all after so many decades." Zephyr Temple said.

"Yeah, sometimes I actually envy you normal people." Lang Ka's voice couldn't hide his disappointment. Even he wasn't clear about it, so why would he be disappointed?

Yu Xianhe understood that the meaning behind Lang Ka's words was that he was not an ordinary person, but he, Yu Xianhe, and this Chi Ba were normal people.

~ In this place, the normal person that Lang Ka talked about, should be referring to the people that will grow old, right? Listening to Lang Ka's words, he did not take the initiative to hide his face … Yu Xianhe thought.

Of course, Yu Xianhe knew that if she were to directly ask Lang Ka, Lang Ka would most likely not say anything — — He was that kind of person.

"What's going on with the garrison at the foot of the mountain?" Lang Ka asked.

"Those are all the soldiers of the Daqing. They are all training in the Fudan." The aged Chi Ba said.

"Fudan? Hidden Minister Fu Changqing? " Lang Ka had heard of this capable and young Fudan before, and knew that Fu Changqing was a descendant of Fu Kang An. When he was stationed in Yi Li city, he had made a big stand.

Old Chiba nodded: It's Fu Changqing.

"But I wonder why he is training? As far as I know, there has been no fighting in the area recently. " Lang Ka asked his own doubt.

Old Chiba: I am not too sure about this, but I think it has to do with the matter of the British Army's concealment last year. Fu Changqing is very ambitious and worried about the nation, he is very dissatisfied with the weak side of the imperial government, I think he wants to train a powerful army to protect the peace in the place he hid away. Right, I heard someone say before that there are British's activities behind the wall?

Yu Xianhe: "That's right, those people were scared by us teacher and disciple, they have already left."

The Old Chiba was a little puzzled and asked Lang Ka: "Lang Ka, is this your new disciple?"

Yu Xianhe, "No, no, no. You misunderstand, I'm his master …"

The Old Chiba smiled, Lang Ka did not try to explain himself, but took advantage of what he said, looking pleased with himself.

On top of the Zephyr Temple's mountain, the training of the soldiers at the foot of the mountain was in full view. Lang Ka looked at it for a while and admired Fu Changqing's training.

Fu Changqing trained his troops, the system was extremely efficient, not only did he learn how to arrange troops to fight on horseback, he also learned how to shoot targets from the Western Ocean. Although the Han Yang Creation s used by the cleaning up were not as advanced as the guns used by the British Army, these guns were still invented by the Germans, and were much better than the traditional Fire Rod.

It was just that the number of Han Yang Creation was limited. Lang Ka estimated that in the group of over ten thousand cleaning up s, less than twenty percent of them were equipped with this weapon.

Lang Ka had lived in the hidden grounds for a long time, he had seen traditional soldiers, and had also seen the elites of the cleaning up led by Fu Kang An, but whether it was the previous armies of the Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, or even the ordinary soldiers in the hidden grounds, none of them could compare to Fu Changqing's team — they were all of a different class.

As for Fu Changqing, his cultivation was even more unfathomable. With a leader like him leading the troops, in the future, this team would definitely become the master of a tiger's wolf.

Lang Ka was sincerely happy. He was different from those decadent Daqing officials. On him, Lang Ka saw hope …

Lang Ka reckoned that if it was under the condition of equivalent equipment, this team would definitely be able to crush an equal number of British Army elite.

Although Yu Xianhe didn't know how to fight, he could feel that this group of people was unusually spirited. He said with some surprise: "I didn't expect that Fu Changqing was completely different from the ordinary eight banner disciples. The soldiers he brought out were not weaker than the British s. Lang Ka, we just returned from hiding, and compared to the group before us, the cleaning up under our command is way too lacking. "

Lang Ka had the same feeling, that behind him, there were those garrison troops who were busy protecting the British and surveying the land, while the troop in front of them were training hard under Fu Changqing's leadership, so how could they compare to him?

Furthermore, Lang Ka could feel that Fu Changqing's training methods were no longer stuck to the concepts of the cold weapons era. He was currently using his modern thinking and tactics to train his troops, covering shooting, lying in ambush, using Han Yang Creation bayonets to close range fighting, all these made Lang Ka's eyes light up.

Lang Ka could not help but think, if the entire Daqing's army had the same kind of momentum, training concepts, then how could the allied forces of the eight nations that invaded our territory five years ago, stole our mountains and rivers, and killed our citizens, be in a place devoid of people? Even though their weapons were more advanced, but encountering an elite army like Fu Changqing, the alliance troops of the eight nations would definitely be slaughtered to the last man!

Thinking of this, Lang Ka's eyes unconsciously filled with tears …

Yu Xianhe felt Lang Ka's abnormality, he did not understand why such a strong man like Lang Ka would quietly wipe his tears, she only felt that, at times, Lang Ka was weaker than him.

Lang Ka cried, not because he was weak, but because he felt sad for the citizens and soldiers who died under the empire's iron cavalry!

Old Chiba's voice resounded: "Lang Ka, you are still as merciful as ever. After seeing Fudan's group, do you remember the war that the allied armies of the eight nations invaded five years ago? Do you remember the people that the Hidden Ancient Castle of Jiangzi killed last year? "

Lang Ka nodded and continued to sigh, and at the same time said: "You still know me, too bad I have a mission, and am unable to kill the enemy."

felt that it was strange. Previously, he thought that Lang Ka was the guardian of the place and the guardian of the place, why would Lang Ka say that he had the mission to kill the enemy?

In fact, what Lang Ka meant was, his duty was to guard the Twelve Monastery, he was too busy to care about the entire place, the entire Great Qing Kingdom.

After all, if something were to happen to the Twelve Subduing Demons Temple, then this world and this country would be finished …