His women's clothing dumps all beings

After going downstairs, Zhen Han obviously felt that the sense of threat was getting closer.

At the same time, he could feel the master's hidden guards following him closely, and he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.How powerful the master's subordinates are, he can count them.If it wasn't for being familiar with their aura, he wouldn't even be aware of their existence, let alone those lurking people.

He quickened his pace, pretending that he didn't know the way, and walked farther and farther away.When he really walked into a dead end, the hostile atmosphere also came behind him.

Turn around, sure enough.

"Little brother," the person who came was a half-bald middle-aged man with a friendly smile, "lost?"

Zhen Han bowed calmly with his hands clasped, and was about to pass by him, but was stopped by the people behind him.

"Don't worry, we just want to ask you something," Banbald said with a smile, "Where is that handsome young man who came with you? He is somewhat similar to an old acquaintance of mine. To visit, I dare not be too hasty."

Zhen Han looked down at him—yes, Zhen Han is taller than him—and said calmly, "That's my master."

Half bald held his breath slightly: "I don't know who is Ling Shi's name?"

Zhen Han grinned, showing a rare smile.He pulled out the Broken Cold Sword from his back, and smiled gloomyly and indifferently: "My master's name?"

Half-bald sighed: "Little brother, don't get excited, we have no malicious intentions."

"I want to know so much, I can tell you," Zhen Han put away his laugh, and raised his sword expressionlessly, "The price is—your lives."

In the next second, his figure suddenly disappeared, but his hoarse voice still echoed in the alley at a leisurely pace.

"My teacher is the 'Elite Scholar', Zhen Weiliang."

When the figure reappeared, Zhen Han frowned, took out a handkerchief from his waist, wiped the blade of the sword, put the sword back into its sheath, turned and walked out of the alley.

This time he quickly found the dim sum shop and bought a pack of dim sum.Zhen Weiliang eats a small amount of food, he is probably full, and is drinking tea while waiting for him to come back.Snacks are just for him to eat and play after dinner.

Zhen Han looked at the various meats in his bowl, sat down helplessly, and picked some vegetarian dishes for himself.

Zhen Weiliang looked at him with a smile, nodded and said: "Good job."

Zhen Han was slightly embarrassed.

"It's just a local snake, nothing to be afraid of. I haven't let the hidden guards wipe it out. It's because I'm short of manpower now, and I'm focusing on the most important things. I don't want to be wrong today." Zhen Weiliang said slowly, "It's just right, I will add to you Some practical experience."

Zhen Han nodded obediently.

Zhen Weiliang rested her chin and began to meditate.

Originally, he wanted to take Zhen Han to run around the world, but according to the tip he just received...

"Han'er," Zhen Weiliang said, holding his chin, "I'm afraid our route is about to deviate."

Zhen Han raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"The leader of the martial arts alliance said he was sick and retired, I'm afraid I have to fight for this position." Zhen Weiliang frowned in distress.

Zhen Han's face turned pale, and said: "Master, why bother? There must be other heroes in the martial arts who will come to compete for this position. I believe that Master is no less than these people, but Master has always been used to leisure, why bother to suffer that."

"I don't want to go either," Zhen Weiliang sighed, "but I have my reasons."

What are your reasons?

The emperor's order.

It is not difficult to take this position, the problem is that Zhen Weiliang is not willing.

All he wanted was to open a small inn in the countryside. He was forced to be in charge of the imperial guards, and now he added a martial arts leader.

The emperor's mind is easy to guess.Zhen Weiliang won this position, and the famous and decent family fell into the hands of the imperial court, so as to integrate resources to deal with those forces that are not conducive to the ruling.But the problem is that once Zhen Weiliang's identity is exposed, the court will lose the trust of the world, and Zhen Weiliang will also be on the cusp.

This is also one of the reasons why Zhen Weiliang turned behind the scenes and became more and more unwilling to enter the field of vision - he and the prince look too much alike.As the emperor gets old, more and more people will see the prince in the world.It's okay if one or two people find it, but what if a group of people find it?

Zhen Weiliang had already thought about writing a reply letter, wanting the emperor to take back his order.But he estimated that the stubborn emperor would not change, and would only let Zhen Weiliang figure out a way for himself.

Okay, now Zhen Weiliang really wants to kill the emperor and let the crown prince take over.

Sure enough, Zhen Weiliang received a reply from the emperor that night: "Why doesn't Liang'er return to her daughter's body?"

Zhen Weiliang: "???"

Cheap Dad, is there something wrong with you?

Zhen Weiliang, who only dressed as a woman when returning to the palace these years, felt dark in front of her eyes.Zhen Han quickly came up to help him, but saw him waving his hands and covering his face with his hands.

Could it be that he...will be forced to...

No, no, no, killing the emperor is better than dressing up as a martial arts leader!

Zhen Weiliang threw the emperor's letter into the fire, and began to plan how to poison the emperor to help the crown prince.After only thinking about it for a minute, he gave up the idea.

If he can kill the emperor, he can kill the prince.

Although the relationship between him and this elder brother is stable on the surface, it's better not to provoke him casually.

"Master?"

Maybe it's because the expression is too sad, Zhen Han called out worriedly.Zhen Weiliang rubbed his face and sighed: "It's nothing."

Just wanted to kill someone.

He thought about it seriously and felt that he needed to meet the prince once.

Perhaps, with some simple touch-ups on both sides, they don't look so much alike?

But as soon as he had this idea, the prince's letter came over.The prince said that he knew his younger brother's difficulties, and planned to start growing a beard from then on.In case someone still finds out like this, the two sides will insist that it is a coincidence.

Zhen Weiliang sighed sadly.

He is so difficult.

Did the prince really think that with the eyesight of a martial artist, he couldn't see his face clearly under the beard?

Forget it, just obey if you can't turn it around, at worst he will quit.

Zhen Han hesitated to speak.

Zhen Weiliang patted the little apprentice on the head and changed the direction of walking.

This martial arts conference was held in Xiangcheng.Zhen Weiliang took the little apprentice day and night, barely catching up before the start.The small town was already overcrowded, so he and his little apprentice directly checked into the inn that the dark guard had booked in advance.

"Is Master really going?" Zhen Han still frowned.

"I have to go." Zhen Weiliang opened the fan and let out a long sigh.

The sound of cicadas.Zhen Weiliang lay down and sighed: "As a teacher, there is nothing I can do."

Close your eyes, the night passed quickly.

After breakfast, Zhen Weiliang took the little apprentice to the competition arena.The martial arts leader who had just resigned was giving a speech on the stage. Zhen Weiliang listened to it for a while and then yawned.

His hands subconsciously played with the fan pendant.It is not good to put a fan bag directly on the fan pendant, so the shape of the fan bag is also unique, and it can be folded into a chic flower.

I have to say that the person who built this weapon is very artistic.

Simply and crudely named it the queen of "Broken Hair Fan"...it can only be said to be Zhen Weiliang's mother.

Um?Why is the old man on the stage silent?

Um? ?How did he see it?

Um? ? ?came over?

The former martial arts leader looked at the folding fan in his hand in shock: "This, isn't this the last work of the weapon master Han Yuehua who has been living in the rivers and lakes for many years, the Moon Lantern Fan?!"

Zhen Weiliang: "???"

Well, names for artsy people just aren't the same.

The question is, what is the name of a fan with such a pitch-black fan?

Oh, I see, the fan surface is white and the fan bones are black, which is equivalent to a black hand with many fingers holding the moon.

This explanation can't be more perfect, give yourself a thumbs up!

Former alliance leader: "Could it be that my little friend is..."

Zhen Weiliang accepted the gazes from all directions with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "I'm Zhen Weiliang, senior taught me."

"Sure enough!" The former leader laughed loudly, "I just said, besides the moon-lanning fan, what other fan can make Xiaoyou famous in the world!"

Uh, the old gentleman...

Zhen Weiliang was a little helpless.

Why do I feel that you are instigating others to steal my fan?

even……

The martial arts leader returned to the stage and continued to give a speech, but the attention cast on Zhen Weiliang and even Zhen Han continued unabated.Zhen Weiliang realized that he might not be able to wait until the later stage as planned.

Sure enough, before the leader of the martial arts alliance finished speaking, a big man with an ax couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted in a rough voice: "Old man, stop talking nonsense after you step down!" Liang: "That little boy, do you dare to come up and compete with your grandpa?"

Zhen Weiliang frowned slightly.

Playing in person from the first game is a waste of energy.

Behind him, Zhen Han said in a low voice at this moment: "Master, please allow disciple to have a try."

Zhen Weiliang glanced at him and nodded slightly.Zhen Han immediately tapped his toes and jumped onto the ring.

"I'm Zhen Han, I will ask seniors for my master's advice." Zhen Han drew his sword.

The big man sneered and said, "What the hell, send a kid over to beat him up. Alright, grandpa will teach you—"

The long sword was pointed at his throat.Zhen Han glanced at him calmly, and put the sword back into the scabbard.

The big man froze in place.There was a burst of laughter from the audience.Zhen Weiliang shook his fan and waved to Zhen Han.Zhen Han understood, turned around and jumped off the stage.

"Wait, why did the little brother go down too?" the former leader shouted hastily.

Zhen Weiliang said: "This round was provoked by someone, and I had to ask my disciple to fight, not for the position of leader. Feel free, I will take my disciple away."

Yan Bi patted his apprentice's head, and took out a piece of snack from his bosom as a reward.

"Have you seen his way?"

"No, I feel like his master, winning quickly."

"I feel that if you want to deal with their masters and apprentices, as long as they drag on, they will not be able to stand it."

"You have to drag it down first."

"It makes sense. Daxia Zhen dare not continue to participate in the martial arts competition, maybe he is afraid of running out of internal energy."

"Makes sense."

……

Zhen Weiliang's five senses are beyond ordinary people, so he naturally heard these arguments clearly.He laughed for a moment.

Before winning by speed, it was just too lazy to procrastinate.It can be resolved as soon as possible, why not go home early.Zhen Han also followed his point, go home as soon as possible, anyway, you can't go as fast as me.

If he really had to fight hard for a long time, he would not be at all embarrassed.

When Zhen Weiliang and Zhen Han came back after going to the vicinity to see the scenery for a while, the stage had already started fighting.There were so many people in front of them that they couldn't see clearly. They went straight up the tree, hung a crowd, and cracked melon seeds while watching.This wonderful venue soon became a long-term choice for his master and apprentice to eat melons and watch operas.

In the blink of an eye, it took ten days to fight. In the first few days, there were still many small sects or scattered martial arts practitioners participating. In the last few days, only real masters remained.Zhen Weiliang almost got angry after eating melon seeds for ten days, and finally planted the tree at No.11.

He walked slowly onto the ring, facing a gentlemanly and refined man.He cupped his hands towards the other party, and said pleasantly: "Master Bai, did you rest well yesterday?"

Bai Mohen smiled and said: "Thank you, Master Zhen, for your care, Bai has returned to the state of complete victory."

Zhen Weiliang slowly unfolded the folding fan in his hand: "In this way, we can have a good communication."

In the next second, the figure disappeared in place.

Bai Mohen didn't panic, he drew his long sword out of its sheath, and cut it in a certain direction.The folding fan tilted slightly when it touched the blade, and when Zhen Weiliang brushed against him, his wrist turned, pointing directly at Bai Mohen's gate of life.With a movement of the opponent's forearm, the long sword separated the folding fan.Zhen Weiliang took two steps back without haste, and smiled appreciatively.

Under the stage, Zhen Han stared at his master, his expression uncertain.

Bai Mohen used a sword with a larger attack range than Zhen Weiliang.Although Zhen Weiliang can use the secret technique of folding the fan to expand the attack range, once he fails to control the timing and the internal energy in the fan is exhausted, he himself will be defenseless.Besides, Bai Mohen is really strong, if he attacks while the folding fan is away, Zhen Weiliang doesn't even have any weapons to resist.

Zhen Weiliang stepped back a few steps, not panicking.

There was a stalemate on stage.The two stood on both sides of the ring, motionless, as if they were secretly competing.The people in the audience held their breath and waited quietly.

Suddenly, Zhen Weiliang moved.

Bai Mohen, Zhen Han in the audience, and even the onlookers were all breathless.

I saw Zhen Weiliang slowly unfolding the folding fan and began to fan the wind, as if it was a little hot.

Bai Mohen stared at this difficult opponent, and couldn't help secretly feeling emotional about the opponent's appearance.He had previously heard that Zhen Weiliang, a "swaying scholar" who rarely appeared, had a face that was enough to amaze everyone, and he had imagined how beautiful the other party was.It turns out that reality is beyond imagination.

So beautiful that Bai Mohen felt a little regretful, if he were a woman, how many men would be fascinated by him.

Zhen Weiliang was also looking at the other party, but unlike Bai Mohen, he was actually a little careless.

If the opponent attacks, he can 100% guarantee that he will not have any flaws, and then seize the opponent's flaws during the attack, thus defeating Bai Mohen.According to the test just now, this person's martial arts may not be better than him, but his senses are sensitive, and if he launches an attack, Zhen Weiliang will not be able to please him.

The problem is that Bai Mohen doesn't move.

Standing like this is not an option.Zhen Weiliang sighed.

The hand that fanned the fan suddenly stopped.Then, he flew the fan out.

With a close attack, Bai Mohen, with his sensitive senses, could easily detect his approach.You can only try it remotely.

And just in case the worst happens...

Zhen Weiliang turned to the right, and at some point, Bai Mohen was already behind him.

The long sword cut off a strand of his hair that was hanging down.Zhen Weiliang reached out to catch it, and glanced sideways.

Zhen Han clenched his fists tightly.

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