Metropolis: I use Chinese martial arts to sweep the world

Judging from Qing Yun's words, Yun Zhan, Ruan Liuli and the others should all belong to the same organization.

Although Chu Fan's principle has always been that people will not offend me, I will not offend others, but I am afraid that it is impossible to live in peace with the continuous destruction and hostile attitude during this period of time.

What's more, the clay figurine is still angry, I will walk my way, why do you always worry about my body?

It was Yun Zhan first, and then Qing Yun again. Chu Fan knew very well that this matter would never end.

Unaware of what Chu Fan was thinking, Qing Yun took out her mobile phone and made a call, ordering her subordinates to bring the hostages down.

He has strong confidence in himself, and he believes that even if the hostages are returned to Chu Fan, Chu Fan will not be able to escape from Shangri-She.

Ruan Liuzheng frowned slightly, she was a little puzzled, since both parties had a showdown, why didn't she see her sister.

As the instigator of the whole incident, but he didn't show up at the last moment, there is something unpredictable and weird in it.

She secretly sent a text message to the commander of the Longxiang Army. After all, the Longxiang Army is stationed nearby. If there is an emergency, there is no time to rush to help.

At the same time, Xia Mo and Yan Wushuang looked at each other. Although Qing Yun's methods hadn't been shown yet, but after all, the showdown was about to happen. In case of emergency, the shadow team was transferred nearby.

Kyoto, Chen Mansion.

Chen Baixiang was sitting on a chair carved from rosewood, playing with a Ru Kiln clay pot in his hand.

Standing next to him was a short, fat middle-aged man who carefully waited on him.

"Uncle De, have Yunyang and the others arrived?"

Chen Baixiang carefully looked at the pot against the light.

This is a pair of engraved and carved Ru kiln pottery pots from 600 years ago. Although the Yan Kingdom was a martial arts state and antique calligraphy and painting were not the mainstream, this pair of Ru kiln porcelain is a peerless work of the previous dynasty. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is invaluable.

"I arrived an hour ago, and I got connected with Ms. Ruan."

The middle-aged man named Uncle De slightly lowered his body and replied.

"Oh, tell Yunyang, let him keep an eye on Yang Kaishan, this time we can't keep alive, if necessary, we can kill everyone except Miss Ruan."

Chen Baixiang put down the clay pot in his hand, and picked up another identical pot on the table to observe.

It's just that although the two clay pots are a set of works, the top of this one has a small hole due to improper preservation, and the overall aesthetic feeling is slightly insufficient.

"Yes, master." Uncle De hesitated and reminded: "But recently, the informant reported that Ms. Yan also went to Qin Cang, and she is now in Shangri-She. When we started, did you..."

"Where is she going?" Chen Baixiang paused, and temporarily put down the clay pot in his hand, "Forget it, let Yunyang and the others pay attention, and just don't hurt her."

"Yes, young master, there is another news from the informant that Xia Mo also went to Qin Cang to stay with Miss Yan."

Uncle De then said another sentence.

"That old fox is finally willing to let his granddaughter go out?" Chen Baixiang turned around and asked gently.

"Yes, Xia Mo also took away the shadow." Uncle De tried his best to provide detailed and accurate information so that Chen Baixiang could make an accurate judgment.

"It was just a leisurely move, but I didn't expect to get a windfall."

Chen Baixiang's eyes lit up, and he stood up.

Although he was wearing a loose robe, his burly figure was not concealed at all, but instead revealed a sense of contradictory majesty.

His arms are very long, and even when he is standing up, there is still a tendency to hang down to his knees.

"Notify Yinsha and Hongxiu to stand by outside Qincang Town. If Xia Mo is found, they will be killed."

"Activate Zhong Anzi of the Great Wilderness Garrison Army, let him find a way to hold back the Garrison Army, and ensure that the situation in Qincang Town is under our control."

"Send a letter to Shan Shengtian to help me block the communication in Qincang Town for half an hour. I owe him a favor."

After Chen Baixiang issued a series of orders, he picked up the broken Ru kiln pottery pot on the table, and threw the perfectly preserved pottery pot to the ground with his hand.

Whoa!

The azure-colored Ru Kiln pot hit the ground and fell to pieces.

"Master, everything has been ordered, but there is one thing I don't understand, so please enlighten me."

After sending several messages one after another, Uncle De looked at the fragments of Ru Kiln lying on the ground, and asked with a frown.

Others don't know, but he does know that this set of Ru kiln pottery pots is a waste of countless money and time, not to mention the painstaking efforts poured into it.

Why do you destroy something you have worked so hard to get?

"Uncle De, do you think there are perfect things in the world?"

Chen Baixiang did not answer his words, but put the remaining broken Ru kiln pottery pot in the packing box with great care.

"Of course not, sir."

Uncle De didn't understand why Chen Baixiang asked such a question, but he still answered seriously.

"The perfection that ordinary people pursue is actually a kind of mental illness, and incompleteness is the most perfect thing in this world. Because of incompleteness and unwillingness, it is precious and valuable."

Chen Baixiang carefully closed the lid of the box, picked it up, and walked to the back hall.

"Take out the fragments on the ground, smash them into powder, and bury them in the garden. My peonies are about to bloom, and they need nutrients."

A voice came from afar.

For some reason, Uncle De trembled slightly when he heard the word "garden", but he still got down, picked up the pieces on the ground one by one, put them in his arms, and took them out.

In Qincang Town, in an ordinary house, Xiao Ling held his mobile phone and looked at it for a long time, his face changing from cloudy to cloudy.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he stretched out his hand and pressed the delete button, then dragged his injured body out of the bed, took out a jar of old wine from under the bed, and poured a packet of white powder into it.

Then, carrying the wine jar, pushed open the door, and walked straight to a thatched cottage in the backyard.

"Are you two in class today?"

Xiao Ling greeted the two garrison soldiers sitting in front of the thatched cottage very familiarly.

"Ang, you are injured, why did you get out of bed?"

One of the soldiers took a step forward, and quickly supported Xiao Ling to sit aside.

"Oh, I'm panicking in the room. I'll come out to take a breath. Have you two eaten?"

Xiao Ling put the wine jar aside, rubbed his legs and said.

"What are you eating? The change of guard hasn't arrived yet. Let's hurry and eat together later."

The soldiers also sat down next to Xiao Ling, they were all in the same team, and there was nothing particular about it.

"Take a few sips. I brought it from my hometown for more than ten years."

As soon as Xiao Ling raised his hand, he unscrewed the wine jar, and a strong smell of wine wafted out immediately.

huh huh.

The soldier sniffed it twice, "It's good wine, but it's a pity you can't drink it. It's not like you don't know the rules."

"It's okay, just try it, anyway, I'll have dinner in a while, and it's not far from the changing of the guard."

Xiao Ling picked up the wine jar and sent it forward on purpose.

"How about two bites?"

The soldier was also aroused by the wine worm, and said something to another soldier.

"Little couple, let me show you two."

Without waiting for the other soldier to speak, Xiao Ling took the initiative to stuff the wine jar into the soldier's hand, stood up and ran to the side, watching the wind.

The defenders don't have much entertainment on weekdays, and life in the wilderness is very difficult, so the attraction of such good wine to them is unparalleled.

The most important thing is that the wine was provided by Xiao Ling, and they were not defensive.

The two soldiers looked at each other, you took a sip and I took a sip twice, it was finally enjoyable.

"Xiao Ling, I..."

One of the fighters was about to get up when he suddenly felt a whirl and fell down.

The other soldier turned pale when he saw it, and was about to shout, but he also fell to the side when he felt his eyes blur.

Xiaoling walked slowly to the side of the two soldiers, shook his head apologetically, and stretched out his hand to push open the door of the cottage.

The thatched house was filled with long wooden boxes, which contained all the thermal weapons that Pang Zhan brought out this time.

Xiaoling opened a box full of explosives, tied the whole bundle of explosives to his waist, wrapped the lead wire around his arm, picked up a micro-charger, and loaded it with bullets.

Only then did he walk towards the front yard with a firm look in his eyes.

Pang Zhan held the mobile phone in his hand, and felt excited for a while. As the number one militant in the Longxiang Army, every rest was the most difficult day for him.

Today is different, the commander sent a message asking him to assist Ruan Liuzheng to eliminate the thugs.

This is simply great news for him.

As long as there is a battle to be fought, he can go to the battlefield every day.

"Come here, send my order and gather immediately, there is a task."

While wearing combat uniform, Pang Zhan yelled with his back to the door, the loud voice could be heard in the whole courtyard.

bang.

The door opened.

"Captain Pang, sorry, you can't leave here."

Pang Zhan's eyes narrowed immediately, and in the mirror in front of him, he could clearly see that Xiaoling's slightly pointed gun was aimed at his head.