The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 613 As long as you don’t die, there is hope

Wan Dongliu is obviously just incompetent and speaks harshly in anger. He has no qualifications to march north.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. There will be various intricate relationships within any power group, especially the gangs and lakes forces that are gathered and condensed by the personal prestige of the gang leader. Once the powerful gang leader falls, it may even fall apart in an instant. Everyone, heads It is not uncommon for the brains to divide their own territories and interests, and even covet the position of gang leader.

Although Wan Dongliu is a Qianlong among the younger generation, he is still not on the list, and his prestige is far from enough. The time is so short, except for Zhao Changhe, who is crazy, how can anyone dozens of years away from Qianlong be on the list at this time, it would be good if he is not on the list...

Wan Dongliu is not much younger than Tang Buqi, and he will be off the list in two months, but his ranking at this time is worth mentioning.

 At this time, among the people of the same generation, most of the ones at the front were on the list, some at the back had moved up the rankings, some were old enough to be on the list, and some had fallen into disgrace - the Qianlong List has always been the fastest-changing list. The number one Qianlong today is Xuanchong, the second is Wan Dongliu, and the third is unimaginable. Her name is Cui Yuanyang, and she is the youngest in history to be in the top three of Qianlong.

 War has always been the most tempering experience.

For a normal young generation in the world, Wan Dongliu's achievements are indeed quite good, but they are obviously not enough to control the millions of people in the Cao Gang, let alone to suppress the arrogant gang in the context of war and separatism. The fierce generals and the officials of the aristocratic families who joined the rebellion in the territory.

If it was really that simple if I died and my son responded to his call, Wang Daoning wouldn't be able to attack Wan Tianxiong and finish the job. He would have been found and killed long ago.

Wan Dongliu now had a headache. He didn't even know whether the next assassination would come from his uncle. If he hadn't been able to control a large number of Sixiang Cult members to suppress the situation, the Cao Gang might have been in chaos long ago, and they would have sent their troops northward.

Hearing from the spies that Zhao Changhe was crossing the river to go north, he didn't care about taking care of his father and ran to the ferry outside the city to block people, just to get his friend to give him some advice. I didn't expect that the venerable saints and the saints are all here... It would be much better if they were here. The Cao Gang is a subordinate of the Four Symbols Sect after all, so the venerable one is reassuring.

Wan Tianxiong was assassinated in Yangzhou. At that time, he was arranging defenses along the river, and the one he was guarding against was Tang Biqilai. As a result, the assassination came from the north and was unexpected.

 It’s good that it’s close here. Zhao Changhe entered the Wanjia Mansion all the way, and the first thing he saw was Wan Tianxiong lying on the bed like a dead man. He didn't even breathe.

  The Turtle Breathing Technique inherited from Xuanwu has never been used by Guigui himself... In a martial arts environment where there are blind reports in troubled times, this trick is actually a bit useless, but it was precisely this time that Wan Tianxiong delayed the arrival of the savior.

Zhao Changhe put his hand on his pulse and made a brief inspection, his expression was not very good.

It is true that the chest was flattened, the ribs were broken, and the heart and lungs were extremely seriously injured. Normally, this would be a one-shot death. The Wang family's Pai Tian Zhen Hai Zhang is so domineering. After Wang Daoning Yujing, this power can really control the sea.

Wan Tianxiong’s profound practice and the Turtle Breathing Technique can barely hold his breath, but what’s the use? If the heartbeat is gone, the person is theoretically dead. He is not just brain dead. This cannot be cured by medicine, and the Rejuvenation Technique does not reach the level of bringing the dead back to life.

Zhao Changhe pondered for a moment, and then gave Wan Tianxiong a little blood of Xue Ao. This thing has extremely strong vitality. With the help of the Rejuvenation Art, he can still try his best to repair the internal organs. Of course, this cannot be repaired and then you can survive, so let’s do it first.

 “Sanniang.”

"Um."

"Uncle Wan, there is extremely strong water energy wreaking havoc in his chest. Please help lead it away."

"good."

While Wan Dongliu was stunned, Venerable Xuanwu was like a little daughter-in-law. She did whatever Zhao Changhe said meekly and pointed at her father's chest.

 Not long after, a hazy ball of water gathered in the hands of the Venerable and immediately dissipated without a trace.

 Judging from this hand alone, it seems that a top-notch perverted powerhouse can play with the power of water element as easily as a flower. Apart from the real Xuanwu Master, I am afraid that only the former Dragon King Hai Pinglan can do this. The Wang family mainly suppresses their power, rather than using it. There is still a subtle difference.

Zhen Xuanwu Venerable...Why are you so obedient?

Wan Dongliu looked at the saint next to him like a dream. Xia Chichi sat on the side and watched with some worry. He was worried about the life and death of the general in the sect, and seemed to turn a blind eye to the men and women in front of him.

Wan Dongliu wiped his eyes and suspected that he was hallucinating because of the severe shock of his father's death.

 But soon he no longer had the time to think about it.

 Zhao Changhe had big beads of sweat on his head, and his expression became paler and paler. This was a sign that his soul power had been pushed to the extreme. If he continues like this, he himself will be hurt.

Wan Dongliu pursed his lips, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart... If speaking for public purposes, with the venerable saint here, Jianghuai is already destined to be in chaos, and Zhao Changhe does not need to risk his own safety. No one can blame him if he can't be saved.

If you think about it from a darker perspective, after all, your father does not believe in the Four Symbols Cult like him since he was a child. He may not be considered a member of the Four Symbols Cult. He may be considered an unstable factor and must be replaced sooner or later. Now Wouldn't it be nice if Wang Daoning did the work for him... It goes without saying that it is in the best interest of the Four Symbols Sect to save him.

 But he still kept fighting. What is that for?

 Looking at Sanniang and Xia Chichi, they both seemed hesitant to speak, but in the end they didn't say anything.

"Brother Wan." After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Changhe suddenly spoke, his voice unknowingly hoarse.

Wan Dongliu stood up with excitement: "Here."

"If...my father lies like this forever, can you...accept it?"

Wan Dongliu looked at him blankly, his lips twitched twice, not knowing how to answer.

Zhao Changhe said tiredly: "I tried my best, but after all my cultivation is not enough... Give me some more time? Maybe I can try again."

Wan Dongliu took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to feel his father's breath.

 The turtle's breath has been relieved and breathing has begun to resume. Although it is extremely weak, there is indeed breathing...

Wan Dongliu's mind was a little empty for a while, so he heard Zhao Changhe continue: "I will prescribe some more medicine... From now on, let a special person be responsible for feeding him food and medicine. As long as he doesn't die, there is hope."

 As long as you don’t die, there is hope.

Wan Dongliu, a dignified man, felt a little sore in his nose for some reason, and whispered: "Brother Zhao's love will be remembered by Wan."

Zhao Changhe shook his head and simply said: "We are friends."

Wan Dongliu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zhao Changhe trembled slightly, took out a pill from the ring and swallowed it. It was obvious that he had consumed too much just now. Haosheng adjusted his breath for a long time, and then whispered: "How about Sanniang sitting here to take charge of the Jianghuai matter?"

Sanniang said: "What do you want to do?"

“I don’t understand the things here, and staying here will have very little effect. You are the one who speaks…”

 “Neither can I.”

"Once the mask is put on, just put it on the pestle. Your existence itself is enough, leave the rest to Dongliu. When the time comes, you will have to sort it out. Whether you go straight to Langya or go to Puyang, you can act according to the opportunity."

Sanniang pursed her lips: “What about you?”

"Wang Daoning suddenly moved to the capital, and went south to eliminate his worries. The most likely possibility at this time is to go to the capital... We had never considered this move, and I don't know what else he relied on besides the capital, so he dared to go to the capital. ...But since he dares, he must be somewhat sure." Zhao Changhe rubbed his head tiredly: "Uncle Wan was assassinated the night before yesterday. With Wang Daoning's footsteps, he might have almost reached the capital at this time. I must Rush there immediately, otherwise you may regret it."

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PS: It was originally set that Zhao Changhe would not return to Wan Tianxiong despite his best efforts, and Wan Dongliu would take over Caobang. This was a background character, and his death would be a good thing for the Four Symbols Sect. But I don’t want to write like this today. Let him lie down. There is infinite hope before he dies.

 The feeling of tears falling down while typing in the morning... It's quite amazing... We are really familiar, friends who joke with each other every day. well. Make everyone laugh.

 (End of this chapter)