Zhao Yun looked at Liu Chang's body on the ground. The body was separated and he had a headache.
He suspected that calling Wang Yi back was a wrong decision.
Liu Chang was killed on the first day.
This is Nanyuan Hou Shizi.
"Wang Yi, why did you just kill him!"
"Sir, this man killed an innocent woman, Yan Hong. I won't kill him. I'm sorry for this clothes!"
Wang Yifeng was calm and calm, and there was no sense of nervousness at all.
"He is the son of Marquis Nanyuan, and Marquis Nanyuan will not give up!"
Zhao Yun was well aware of the character of the royal Liu family.
He is aloof and does not pay attention to other people at all. He even thinks that Dongxichang and Jinyiwei are dogs raised by the Liu family.
"Sir, if you feel uncomfortable, you can transfer me out of Kyoto!"
It doesn't matter where Wang Yi goes.
Now that he has achieved great success, he needs people like Liu Chang to emerge the most.
Zhao Yun touched his forehead: "Wang Yi, it's a small matter. You did the right thing. Liu Chang killed innocent people indiscriminately. You killed him to uphold the law of the country. So be it. You continue to patrol the east of the city these days and don't go to other places."
Wang Yi killed Liu Chang in the east of the city. He believed that the area east of the city would definitely settle down.
"Yes, sir!"
Wang Yi led Wang Ye and others to inspect the east of the city.
Zhao Yun looked at Wang Yi's back, pondered for a moment, and said: "Wang Yi, Wang Yi, you have the spirit of an ancient chivalrous man, but this is a great dynasty, and the emperor is not a broad-minded person. Now that the dynasty is in chaos, what will the future be like? "
As the envoy of Jinyiwei Town, Zhao Yun is aware of the current situation in the world.
The Yong Dynasty in the north is watching with eager eyes!
Along the southeast coast, Japanese pirates are rampant and countless people suffer!
Barbarians from the south attack the border from time to time, but fortunately the harm is not great!
Hundreds of countries in the Western Region often conquered each other, posing a threat to the great northwest land.
On the plateau, Tubo's national power was unprecedentedly strong.
On the contrary, the treasury of the Daming Dynasty was empty, the army was weak, and the Western peasants revolted.
In such a dangerous situation, the emperor still went his own way.
One person is exhausting the whole world!
Zhao Yun sighed with emotion, and then went to Dongchang. He wanted to discuss it with Cao Chun, the second governor.
East of the city.
Wang Yi is drinking leisurely!
My daughter is red!
Mellow aroma and endless aftertaste!
The more you drink, the better it tastes.
"Wang Qianhu, my master has invited me!"
A middle-aged man dressed as a servant whispered in Wang Yi's ear.
Very polite.
"Who is your master?"
The middle-aged man made an "eight" sign and pointed upward!
Wang Yi understood in his heart: It is interesting that such a person comes to me.
"Wang Ye, Pang Long, and Pang Guang, please continue patrolling. I'll be back soon."
Wang Yi followed the middle-aged man.
The two of them didn't say a word the whole way.
A thoroughfare leads to all the large estates.
Wang Yi came to a manor covering an area of more than thirty acres.
The manor was quiet, not many people.
The flowers and plants are luxuriant and the trees are row upon row.
After walking through the front yard, Wang Yi came to the middle yard.
There are rockeries and rock lakes in the middle courtyard.
There are lotus leaves planted in the lake, but it is a pity that it is cold winter and the lotus flowers are not in full bloom.
A few koi carp swim leisurely.
In the lake, there is an octagonal pavilion, in which sits a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man sat quietly in the pavilion, holding a steamed bun in his hand, breaking it open a little, and feeding it to the fish in the water.
Wang Yi only saw the side face of the middle-aged man, as gentle as jade!
Elegant and quiet!
He feeds Yuer steamed buns, it's all so natural.
He has a unique temperament, elegance!
"Your Majesty, he is here!" the middle-aged man reminded the middle-aged man softly.
The middle-aged man turned around and said casually: "Wang Qianhu, sit down!"
Wang Yi was not polite and sat down immediately.
"I wonder if the prince is here, but is there something wrong?"
The person in front of him is Liu Xian, the eighth brother of the current emperor, who was also named the Eight Sage King.
Wise.
But because of this, he is now jealous of His Majesty.
The Eight Wise Kings chuckled: "Why, I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"
Ordinary people would not be nervous or calm when facing the Eight Wise Kings.
Wang Yi's expression remained calm: "Of course!"
Except for encountering Shangu's ten great skills, nothing could make Wang Yi feel upset.
"That's good, I'm afraid you won't be free!"
The Eight Wise Kings are very easy-going, as if chatting with each other.
"Wang Yi, you have been to Shanhaiguan. How is the situation there?"
Although he strongly supported Shanhaiguan, he did not dare to have any correspondence with Yang Zhan.
If one thing goes wrong and the letter falls into the hands of someone with a bad intention, or is provoked, neither he nor Yang Zhan will end well, and it may even cause a chain reaction.
By coincidence, Wang Yi came back from Shanhaiguan.
Wang Yi is just a deputy Qianhu, and there will be no problem if he meets a deputy Qianhu.
"Your Majesty, are you going to the north? General Yang can't hold on and keeps the Dayong Dynasty Iron Buddha Temple out of Shanhaiguan. It's a great job!"
The Dayong Dynasty's army was far more powerful than the Daming Dynasty's army.
If the chairs are spread out on the plain, it goes without saying that a million troops are no match for the 100,000 iron pagodas.
The Eight Wise Kings nodded slightly.
Pretty much what he knew.
But Wang Yi said it again, which made him feel at ease.
"Wang Yi, it's thanks to you this time that the Mermaid Pearl was delivered to Yang Zhan, but it was a pity that Zuo Qianhu was left!"
Speaking of Zuo Qianhu, the Eight Wise Kings couldn't help but close their eyes and let out a long sigh.
Zuo Qianhu was jealous of evil and unjust. Such a person actually died in the north, and he was not able to burn incense sticks.
He truly felt sorry for Zuo Qianhu.
Wang Yi heard about Zuo Qianhu again and thought about all kinds of things.
Even after killing the ninth prince of Dayong Dynasty, he still felt uncomfortable.
Only by destroying the Dayong Dynasty will he feel comfortable!
The two chatted about martial arts, and finally talked about what happened in ancient times.
"In the early days of the ancient times, our Chinese state was full of energy. I heard that the most powerful martial artists broke the void and entered the upper world. It may also be the legendary fairy world. Haha, maybe it is all imagined by the world!"
The Eight Wise Kings were filled with emotion.
Endless years, the vitality of heaven and earth has passed away, not to mention Shattered Void, even the master is rare.
"Your Majesty, is there anyone who can surpass the Grandmaster?"
The Eight Wise Kings were gentle and gentle, with a smile in their wise eyes. He did not ask any riddles, but said first: "Yes, but not in China."
"If it's not in China, then where is it?" Wang Yi became curious.
"You may not know that Grandmaster is already the limit of a mortal. If you want to go further, you must sublimate your body and condense the golden elixir!"
Wang Yi didn't know why, but he still listened carefully.
The Eighth Sage King also became interested and explained martial arts to Wang Yi.
"If you condense the golden elixir in the land of China, you will definitely suffer a lot, or even die. Do you know why?"
"I don't know!" Wang Yizhen didn't know.
The Eight Wise Kings did not hide it, and most of the sects knew about it.
"Legend has it that when the golden elixir is condensed, a thunder catastrophe comes from the sky, and the power of the thunder catastrophe in China is more than a hundred times that of the West Sea. Those extremely powerful masters who condense the golden elixir will go to the eight wastelands of the Western Sea to practice Taoism and live forever, prepare divine weapons, and survive the thunder catastrophe. !”
Wang Yi understood that the thunder tribulation outside was much weaker than the thunder tribulation in China.
"Are those strong men who survived the thunder tribulation coming back?"
"Basically, they won't come back. They seem to have an agreement. If they come back, they should come back together. It's best not to come back!"
The Eight Wise Kings do not want those martial arts and golden elixir masters to come back.
Wang Yi doesn't hope either.
"Dong dong dong!"
The servant of the Eight Wise Kings came in a hurry.
"Wang Qianhu, one of your men was injured by a master!"
Wang Yi's eyes flashed, and he immediately left the Eight Sage Prince's residence.
