[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

In the middle of the night, Miao Xuan once again lost the opportunity to go to bed early and get up early, so the carriage changed horses and galloped through the deserted streets.

Although he himself is faster than all horses, he must abide by the traffic rules when he is in Gyeonggi, not to mention that he is still a public official, so he is not in a hurry, so he really can't go over the wall.

The West Bureau, that is, the West Police Bureau, was established when the first emperor was in power. This young guard has been established for less than [-] years, and it got this title because it is located next to Xizhimen in the capital.

Perhaps because of lack of qualifications, the location of the West Bureau is quite delicate. It is completely opposite to Jinyiwei, which is close to the imperial palace. The location of the West Bureau is the most barren city west district in the capital. Daqiong Yamen Ordinary Prison VIP Prison, the moving line design is reasonable and convenient, it can be called the ceiling of pure prison style.

There is a curfew at night in the Gyeonggi area. Unless there are special circumstances, ordinary people are not allowed to go to the streets, and offenders will be fined heavily. Of course, this scope does not include Jinyiwei, so Miao Xuan's road was unimpeded, and he soon arrived at the gate of the West Bureau.

Of course, Miao Xuan is not the only one who has no sleep tonight. The fight between Qilinwei and the juniors of the Western Bureau is really embarrassing and can only be resolved in private. The subordinates fight and the boss suffers. Wei Jin is also a parent who needs to come to negotiate.

To say that kindergarten disputes are always a complicated issue, especially when there are no pure victims, Miao Xuan knew without thinking that Mu Fengyang must have made the first move, but it was most likely not him who caused the fire, but this matter It is unreasonable. After all, whoever strikes first is responsible. It has always been like this.

The poor old father came to visit, and the other child's mother had to accompany him politely. When Miao Xuan was respectfully welcomed into the White Tiger Hall of the West Bureau, Wei Jin had already been waiting for him here.

Candlelight and oil lamps illuminated the huge hall brightly and majesticly, and after the passers-by retreated, there were only three people left in the hall.

At the head of the main hall, Governor Wei was sitting behind a large table, correcting official documents one by one, while at the bottom of the hall was a young man kneeling, with his head lowered and his eyes downcast, as upright and solemn as a jade statue.

Miao Xuan guessed that this young man was the little beauty on the stage at noon, but he was still stunned when he saw the young man's eyebrows and eyes clearly - this young man was born too well, his indiscriminate original face was quite delicate, disguised to cover up his characteristics.

"clatter."

Wei Jin didn't know when he put down his pen, and the crisp voice was especially loud in the dead hall.

"Lan Duwei." Wei Jin nodded, which was regarded as a greeting, and then he directly cut to the point, "Our West Bureau and the Four Divine Guards were supposed to work together and die for His Majesty, but today You and I know what happened, it was all my supervisor's fault, since I couldn't avoid it, I can only make up for it afterwards."

"This kid doesn't know good and bad, and he offended Qilin Wei. I know you despise him, but now, I have no choice but to have the audacity to hand him over to you. You can beat him and kill him at will, I have nothing to say."

This is said humbly, but the meaning is completely opposite. Wei Jin didn’t mean to blame his subordinates at all. He would say this and do it just as a gesture—you see, we have already beaten the child a big competition. Dou, do you have to admit your mistakes wisely?

Yes.

The matter was handled by Wei Jin, and the compensation (if any) was also paid by Wei Jin, and of course he took away the person. If Wei Jin wanted to make a move, even ten Tang Tongzhi couldn't stop it. This matter can only be handled by Miao Xuan. come flat.

The steps are already there, Miao Xuan really has to go down, he has no option to refuse, and the most terrible thing is... Mu Fengyang is still locked in the private prison of the West Bureau.

If it wasn't for looking up information and finding people, who would go all the way to the West Bureau without eating or sleeping in the middle of the night (wiping tears.jpg).

After Wei Jin was polite, the boys in the hall kowtowed immediately. Miao Xuan had no choice but to support the kneeling boy: "It's just a boy's fighting spirit, why is this so?"

This child is really too young, with bruises on his face, he was flattered when he was lifted up, and there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes when he lowered his eyes, it was very pitiful.

Although he knew that these were all illusions, Miao Xuan couldn't help but softened for a moment: "I'll ask Fengyang to apologize to you."

Hearing this, the young man closed his lowered eyes timidly, and said in a soft voice, "Thank you, Commander, for your lord... for upholding justice."

Since the sense of sight was too strong, Miao Xuan's teeth became sour all of a sudden. He suspected that Wei Jin was trying to mess with him again, but he couldn't find any evidence for a while, so he could only let go of his hand and let the two of them approach each other without any trace. step.

——Wei Jin has a lot of criminal records. Back then, he almost set up a complete set of pink traps for Miao Xuan, from selling himself to bury his father to recommending a pillow mat. After Miao Xuan came out in front of the first emperor, this ring fat Yan Being thin expands the capacity of Pan Maung and Song Yan.

The bosses of the guards on both sides reached a consensus, so Mu Fengyang was finally released. He was carried to the lobby by two Western Bureau guards, and the Qiang flute and Qiang knife that were unloaded from him were also sent back intact.

Miao Xuan took a closer look at Mu Fengyang's state. Of course, it was impossible for the Western Bureau to punish the young master of the palace. Maybe he even provided a dinner (although he couldn't eat it), and only shut down a few of them for a short time. That's why Mu Fengyang was able to maintain this arrogant look with his chest raised.

Miao Xuan: ...

Mu Fengyang was so full of heart that this filthy West Bureau would never want to humiliate me, but his haughty expression completely disappeared when he saw Landuwei in the lobby.

According to the usual practice, Tang Tongzhi is usually the one who will deal with these small problems, but this time it was the guard who came in person. Could it be that the guard specially came to me as soon as he got the news after meeting with His Majesty?

"Guardian!" At this moment, Mu Fengyang was like seeing a parent's child at the gate of the kindergarten. Behind Lan Xuan, he saw that familiar face again.

The charming young man was covering his lips and smiling artificially, and when he saw him looking over, he put down his hand, scratched his neck with his little finger, and made a killing motion.

Mu Fengyang:! ! !

What made it even more infuriating was that Landuwei immediately nodded at him: "Fengyang, give this little brother some apology."

If Tang Tongzhi said this, Mu Fengyang would just ignore it, and maybe he would reply, "What's 'little brother', does it mean this little sister?" But he couldn't do such a thing in front of the supervising guard. I had no choice but to stubbornly turn my head away, looking aggrieved and unconvinced.

Looking at Mu Fengyang's stubborn appearance, and comparing it with Wei Jin's young and experienced subordinate, Miao Xuan immediately felt the familiar stomach pain, he sighed, and said in secret again: "Feng Yang, it doesn't matter whether you apologize this time, at worst, I'll just do it for you, but what about in the future? Do you want to do it again and again?"

Mu Fengyang was startled, then reluctantly raised his head, admitted his mistake firmly, although Mu Fengyang was only doing superficial work, but of course the boy forgave him pitifully and gave Qilin enough In order to save face, Wei Jin didn't make things difficult and let him go without hesitation. Miao Xuan hurriedly took this little wolf dog-like subordinate away.

In the vast night, they walked out of the gate of the West Bureau one after the other. Mu Fengyang kept a rare silence all the way, and Miao Xuan sighed in his heart. Cultivation, now it seems that this is really far from enough, but preaching can't convince the child, he has to perform more tasks and see more evil spirits...

The layout of the west game was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. In front of countless pairs of eyes lurking in the dark, Miao Xuan didn't say anything. He didn't hand over the horses to the young man until he walked out of the gate.

Although Mu Fengyang was angry, he obediently took the reins, and couldn't help asking: "Guardian, don't you want to ride a horse?"

Miao Xuan: "I have something important to do when I come to the West Bureau. You should go back first. The journey has been exhausting. I think you are also quite tired. Rest early tonight."

Mu Fengyang was taken aback, what else is important?So that's the case—I actually thought that the guard came because of me. This is all wishful thinking, and the guard just dropped by.

He was just angry at first, but now he was even more wronged, so he replied sullenly: "Oh."

Can Miao Xuan not see what the child is thinking?He was really angry and funny, and in the end he could only say helplessly: "Get on the horse, go back early... You didn't eat much today, you take this food box with you."

Food box?Mu Fengyang was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that the guard actually knew that I would not touch rice water in the west game, and even brought this for me specially!

Once Mu Fengyang thinks this way, he will not be wronged immediately. For a while, his mind is full of "I know he has me in his heart", followed by blushing and heartbeat, and even the ears are hot. This time, there is no need for Miao Xuan to urge , he immediately got on his horse and became even more obedient.

"Gu Wei, I..." Mu Fengyang seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated when the words came to his mouth. He hesitated for a while, and then whispered, "Gu Wei, no matter what, don't apologize for me , Let them come to me if there is anything!"

Miao Xuan:?

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mu Fengyang felt embarrassed, and didn't listen to his supervisor's answer, so he rode off and left. This riding Juechen disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Miao Xuan: ...

Looking at the vigorous back of the young man, Miao Xuan didn't know whether to be happy or worried for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh.

What kind of childish words, "come at me"...?

But some things are coming at you, can you bear it?

*

"Master, are they leaving just like that?" Kneeling under the hall, a slender young man named Wei Biao, who was kneeling under the hall, said inexplicably, "The commanders of the Qilin Guard and the Lu Shu Guard are really different people. .”

"Because Lu Shu is begging us now..." Wei Jin smiled disdainfully, "The Qilin Guards are different from the other three guards. The Lushu Guard and the Pixiu Guard formed a clique for private interests, and the Golden Crow Guard and the Qilin Guard guarded and helped each other, but it is a pity that the Golden Crow Guard is still in name only, and their commander is dead, and the Golden Crow Guard is also down."

The commander of the Golden Crow Guard?

Wei Biao was a little surprised. He always thought that the relationship between the Golden Crow Guard and the Qilin Guard was not good. When the Golden Crow Guard was still alive, he often found trouble with the Qilin Guard, and then the two had a big fight. He didn't expect the Governor to be like this Evaluation... And the gap in this description, tsk tsk, "forming a party for personal gain", "watching and helping each other".

But this is not difficult to understand. After all, Governor Wei and Commander Lan are recognized as mortal enemies. If the "mortal enemies" all over the world are like this, then wouldn't all the "colleagues" in the court be able to live in pairs? nice guy?

Thinking of this, Wei Biao felt relieved. He smiled with crooked eyebrows and said, "It's a pity. It would be great if Commander-in-Chief would accept me."

Since this Qilin Guard Commander is so interesting, his backyard must be very lively, right?I really want to see the real face of this person, although he has not married a wife yet, but I heard that he likes to take in widows and plunder servants who have masters.

Wei Jin: "..."

Wei Jin waved his hand: "Go on, this matter is over, before your cultivation base is not raised to 'Consider Hongchen', be more peaceful."

Wei Biao blinked and said obediently, "Yes."

Both of them practiced the "Bixi Monument", but Wei Jin had already reached the critical point of the eighth level "Mountain Rising" and the ninth level "Scattering Dust", while Wei Biao was still stuck on the fourth level Before "Exploring the Red Dust".

*

Miao Xuan sent Mu Fengyang away, and then returned to Baihu Hall the same way with a dull stomach ache.

In the feudal dynasty of Jozhao, the royal family kept the most complete document records in the whole country, ranging from archives over the years to countless volumes of various historical materials. Jokhao has been founded for more than [-] years, and such massive materials have filled dozens of libraries. One of them is enough to make a literati shine.

Since Miao Xuan entered Qilin Guard, he has always had the habit of reading the collections of the royal family, and when he left Gyeonggi and went on business trips, he changed to collecting and transcribing local county annals. This habit was gradually developed. At the beginning, Miao Xuan He just wanted to know more about this world, and later, his purpose became to study evil spirits.

After so many years, Miao Xuan believes that no one in this land knows more about evil spirits than him. As a characteristic of this world, the existence of evil spirits cannot be completely erased. Maybe you can deal with a certain evil spirits, but this The human society that exists but is always attached to this world is like some kind of oath - "Since I cannot be treated with justice and kindness during my lifetime, I will satisfy my thirst after death".

But the horror of the matter is that these demons born from negative emotions and dead souls will never be satisfied.

When good wishes are polluted, when fair expectations are distorted, and new pains are created to make up for pains, demons are born, sprites are passed on, endlessly, endlessly.

Miao Xuan believed in his own deduction. These two extermination cases had exposed enough traits of Target One. Target One was very likely to be related to evil spirits, and the source of everything came from Zhu Zhao’s royal family in all likelihood. A certain ability to control the mind can even restrain a master of martial arts...

The attack of mental power alone does not worry Miao Xuan. After all, his own mental power has always been a dimensionality reduction blow in the small world. Although the cost of excessive use is huge, he is a desperate assassin, and he does it all Hammer trading, as long as killing the target can be resolved by a decisive battle, then it is not a big deal.

But this doesn't mean that Miao Xuan doesn't need to worry. If all his assumptions are true, and target one is also a member of the royal family, then this thing has another advantage - in the case of the existence of Zhu Chenlan's oath However, Miao Xuan, the patriarch who combines Shen and Lan in one, will be very restrained.

So the problem went back to the starting point. The most important thing is information and intelligence. The enemy is in the dark and we are in the clear. Since the decisive battle is inevitable, it is imperative to search for the details of the first target.

The collection of materials over the years has been fruitful, and Miao Xuan now has a relatively clear goal. This time, what he wants to explore is the Wenshu Pavilion in charge of the West Bureau.

*

The Document Pavilion...the secret pavilion that stores the materials of the dignitaries and nobles of the past dynasties, and records the account books of tribute and product inventory from various places.

What do you want to investigate here, Lan Xuan?

Wei Jin walked to the window, and the cold night wind was blowing in his face. Even if the weather got warmer, the night wind was not a bit gentle, and it relentlessly swept through the buildings that dared to block them.

The White Tiger Hall of the West Bureau is located on the tallest building in the guardhouse. The view here is very good. You can see the imperial palace from a distance, and you can see the gate of the West Bureau up close.

The Imperial Palace will use palace lanterns to illuminate the night, while the West Bureau only uses torches. In the faint light of the fire, Wei Jin vaguely saw the back of Lan Xuan at the gate—just like an old father, who put the youngest son of the Mu family Sent on the horse.

Immediately afterwards, the horse rode away, leaving only Lan Xuan standing at the gate. He turned around and walked forward step by step. The tall and straight figure gradually disappeared at the gate.

Is that still the case?

Wei Jin thought in ecstasy, this person seems to always be like this, sheltering his subordinates, walking alone, so lofty that he is not contaminated by the dust of the world... Whether he has been traveling for more than twenty years, or has seen hundreds of people with his own eyes. Thousands of tragedies, he seems to be unchangeable by the outside world, always sticking to the inner principles.

Wei Jin clenched the window lattice tightly, and lost his mind involuntarily. He recalled the old things a long time ago. That was the first time Wei Jin saw Lan Xuan. At that time, he was not even as good as Wei Biao today. "I haven't memorized all of them yet, but I am just one of the lucky and pitiful palace slaves; and Lan Xuan has long been among the ranks of first-class masters. This year, the 22-year-old genius won the first prize in the martial arts examination, and won the title of the late emperor as the head of the Lan family. summoned.

Who would have thought?A talented young master didn't have the slightest arrogance, no matter who he was in front of, he seemed to be equally gentle and friendly. He was incompatible with this imperial city, but he stayed for a long time.

Wei Jin still remembered that day, the first emperor issued an order to summon the Patriarch of the Lan family, so the young man strode into the palace gate. He stood upright on the golden palace like a poplar, with his feet on the ground and his head above the sky.

*

"pat..."

The door opened, and the person who opened the door deliberately let out a voice. Wei Jin closed the window, turned around, and said gently: "Master Lan is really the best teacher I have ever met, and I don't know if that little Mr. Mu can measure you up." It's very hard work."

For a moment, Miao Xuan couldn't tell whether the words came out of good intentions, so he could only reply: "I just fulfilled my duty, and Governor Wei is the one who puts all his heart and soul into it."

Real knowledge comes from practice. Years of experience tell him that the best way to deal with yin and yang is to give back the original words.

Wei Jin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "The guard is really humble..."

Miao Xuan seemed to be a perfunctory machine with no emotion: "You are only humble if you are overwhelmed by the prize - Governor Wei, can you give me the key to the secret pavilion?"

With the speed of Wei Jin's information acquisition, Miao Xuan has no doubt that he has obtained the oral order from the little emperor, and the Zangshu Pavilion is not a very secret place. The really confidential database is hidden in the palace, and Miao Xuan has already put that place Research thoroughly.

There is a small system like a supercomputer, and the complicated information can be summed up at a terrifying speed. It only takes a month for the small system to put things that other people can't finish sorting out in a lifetime. Therefore, Miao Xuan's ability to process information For someone or even an organization far beyond this era, the only difficulty in exploring the database lies in the entry process...

In other words, this is actually a test of flipping speed.

"Naturally, I must personally lead you to enter the secret storehouse." Wei Jin nodded and said very politely, "The duty lies, please understand the supervisor, it just so happens that it is the fifth hour of the day, and it is a good time to go to the secret storehouse, please Come with me."

This procedure is not necessary at first glance, but Wei Jin has finished talking, and since the secret storehouse can indeed be opened, Miao Xuan has no objection. He followed Wei Jin down the tall building, and the two walked west this time. The back door of the Bureau, go out and take the West Bureau bus directly.

Just looking at the appearance, the bus of the West Bureau is a very ordinary carriage and horse. The horses are not handsome, and there are not many decorations outside the carriage. Not a low-ranking fan, only practiced some hard skills, that seemingly simple and honest business travel nursing home.

Miao Xuan likes such a low-key way of traveling, but he found the problem when he got into the carriage. The ordinary carriage means that there is not much space in the carriage. Although he is sitting upright opposite Wei Jin, their knees are still tight. If they are pasted together, it is inevitable that the vehicle will collide when it moves.

The only thing that was not so embarrassing was that Wei Jin didn't seem to feel the narrowness of the space. He seemed to be in a trance, with his eyes downcast and his breath calm.

Speaking of which, since the establishment of the Western Bureau and the separation from Jinyiwei, Miao Xuan has rarely come into contact with Wei Jin at such a close distance. He has his own tasks in the north and south, and Wei Jin also has to fight in the harem and outside the court. I haven't seen him in the past few years, but Miao Xuan actually found Shuang Ying on his temple.

Although Wei Jin's martial arts practice is extraordinary and refined, since he practiced "Bei Xi Bei Bei", he has always been Zhu's slave.

How could Zhu Zhao's royal family do business at a loss? "Beixi Monument" is an extremely sinister exercise. Apart from the tricky practice and damage to the body, it also hides the gate of life that can control the practitioner.

Looking at today's Sishenwei and Xiju, almost all factory guards with high martial arts skills and high status come from humble backgrounds, and they all practice "Bei Xi Bei Bei", including Tang Tongzhi, the huge Qilin guard. There are only two people who don't practice "Beixi Monument". One is Mu Fengyang, who has a family history of "Chiyang Huopu", and the other is Lan Xuan, who practices "Kirin Sword".

Zhu Qiheng himself was unable to practice martial arts, but he was born sensitive to power tactics. The current situation is just his further oppression and concentration after inheriting the power of the former emperor.

As an agent of power, Wei Jin bears enormous pressure, and his own particularity intensifies this pressure. Every trust from the emperor has a price, and Miao Xuan really empathizes with this.

So this carriage is filled not with two otherworldly masters, but with two extreme social animal beating workers, who haven't slept in the middle of the night, and can't eat enough...

Miao Xuan's eyes were empty, and he began to miss his snack box. At his level of martial arts, it's okay to go without sleep for a few days, but it's still very sad not to have supper at night, especially after this day and night. Didn't eat any serious meals.

But in the final analysis, it was his own choice. After all, there was nothing to eat in the palace, but he couldn't eat it in front of the little emperor.

If I had known this, it would be better to apply for riding a horse, the speed would be faster...

At this time, it was the fifth watch of Yin time, the sky in the distance was brightened, and the morning of the second day had already arrived quietly. Miao Xuan looked at the surrounding streets through the half-covered window, and recognized the location of this area. location.

This is the west of the city, because not far away is the prison and the Xiju Yamen, so this place is quite barren, but after all, it is at the foot of the emperor, no matter how barren it is, there are flat-roofed houses everywhere, and occasionally small temples can be seen. There was the smell of incense and sacrifice.

The curfew ends at this moment, and the patrolling officers and soldiers return to the guard post, and there is a faint sense of popularity on the street, but unfortunately, there are no small vendors here in the north of the city, which is a convenience that only the rich and middle class can enjoy. In the west of the city, get up early They are just hard-working people who make a living, maybe porters traveling with them, maybe coolies who can only find short-term labor, or women in private dormitories, who either sell their strength or their bodies.

Miao Xuan retracted his gaze. The capital is the epitome of the entire country. The gap between rich and poor here is horribly large. Under a stable social system, everyone is assigned a future from birth, and only a very small number of people can achieve class leap.

At this moment, the carriage stopped suddenly. It turned out that dozens of people rushed out from the side of the street and rushed to the front of the carriage. The driver was afraid of disturbing the nobles in the carriage, so he stopped the horse in time.

These people who stopped cars were dressed in rags, and they looked like homeless beggars. In today's Dazhao, it is not uncommon for beggars to stop ordinary cars and horses for "begging", but this group of people is different from ordinary beggars. They are different, they belong to the characteristics of Gyeonggi.

Only one of them shouted sharply: "Master and wife, please—"

As if the prelude had kicked off, the rest of the people also shouted. Most of them shouted similar auspicious words, but their voices became sharper and sharper, and they couldn't distinguish between men and women. It was harsh and weird.

The coachman seemed to be used to such scenes long ago, he threw out a handful of copper coins, and after the beggars blocking the road dispersed, he started driving again and passed the Earth Temple smoothly.

Miao Xuan has been in this era for decades, of course he knows what is going on with this group of beggars, they are called eunuchs, even among beggars they are the most unpopular group, but they are still a huge number of beggars A part of the group is also good at making a living such as begging, robbing pedestrians, and extortion.

When the world is more difficult, there will be many people who castrate themselves privately, and then hope to be selected into the palace as a palace attendant-although the palace recruits people every year, they never worry about not being able to recruit servants. The rate is pitifully low, only one out of ten people succeeds, but even so, the custom of private castration among the people is still repeated.

In this era, people with physical disabilities are looked down upon by society, especially males who have been castrated. They can only gather with the same people and report to the group to keep warm.

There are very few ways for such people to make a living. Among them, those who are lucky can serve the palace servants, such as going to the bathhouse to help the servants scrub, or going to the eunuch's house as servants; those who are less lucky can only become beggars or rogues. But torture, the latter died quickly and miserably.

And this "eunuch", which has become a significant problem in the Gyeonggi area, is just one of the most common tragedies in this era, and it is not even one of the worst tragedies in comparison.

"Have you been recognized?" Wei Jin opened his eyes at some point, he didn't look at the people on the street, he only looked at the temple outside the window, "Sure enough, those who can survive will be more active, and they know how to assess the situation. "

Miao Xuan: "..."

Perhaps because of the proximity to the prison and the outskirts of the city, the beggars hiding here are more alert than those in the city. The reason why they can be dismissed with a handful of copper coins is also because the details of the coachman can tell that the carriage is "untouchable".

And if the beggars really encountered a single carriage of an ordinary business traveler in the wilderness, then the unlucky businessman would either die or be left with only his underpants.

Unlike the speechless Miao Xuan, Wei Jin did not have any emotional fluctuations. Instead, he seemed to remember something interesting, and chatted and laughed with Miao Xuan very naturally: "The boy you met today is called Wei Biao , I picked it up from this place. He was born beautiful, and he would not have starved to death, but he killed several people in the private slaughterhouse, and he had to hide in the earth temple in order to escape, but he was arrogant Ao, I can't hide from this."

Miao Xuan thought of that beautiful boy who looked like a jade carving, and didn't know what to say.

"There are many ways to kill people, but this kid can't hold his breath." Wei Jin smiled again, as if scolding his own nephew, "It's good to be able to hide among beggars, But he still wanted to intercept and kill the business traveler——with less knowledge, he intercepted the head of the Western Bureau fan."

Miao Xuan: "..."

Wei Jin sighed with a smile: "It should be his luck, he has such a face again, and there is still a way to make people reluctant to kill him..."

Having said that, Wei Jin turned his eyes to look at Miao Xuan. In the dark carriage, his eyes became darker and duller: "A young man who can only do rough kung fu, in turn, kills him who has practiced "Bei Xi" "Monument", such a talent should not simply die."

Miao Xuan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect this story to end like this. He thought that Wei Biao was already good enough when he was in the Western Bureau. It's just a stepping stone for the young man, he really came out after killing this fanboy.

Such a young man...

Only Wei Jin dared to spare his life, and even cultivated him, like treating a nephew, not afraid of his backlash at all.

Wei Jin attaches great importance to Wei Biao, just letting him follow his surname can be seen, for so many years, the Western Bureau has already become bigger and stronger, among them, the talent suitable for "Bei Xi Monument" can enter the river crucian carp, but Only Wei Biao caught Wei Jin's eyes.

Miao Xuan could only sigh in his heart, no wonder Mu Fengyang was no match for Wei Biao at all, not to mention Mu Fengyang, even if Qi Rendong came, he would definitely not be ruthless to him.

Force is indeed the cornerstone of everything, but force does not mean everything. For example, Zhu Qiheng, who has no martial arts, has secured the throne, or Lao Yin, the master of the world, is no match for the evil spirit Wenxin.

The vehicle passed through the small temple smoothly, such a barren place is still enshrined with incense and smoke, and the people who blocked the road just now have disappeared, like sparrows pecking at the clean broken grain, the flock dispersed.

The familiar feeling came again, Miao Xuan took a deep breath to suppress the depression in his heart.

"Lan Xuan, you have always had a bad eye for selecting people." Wei Jin lowered his eyes and said softly, "You have to choose...someone who is similar to you."