A scholar of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

"Not good." The fat monk hesitated.

"Didn't it be fun just now?" Gu Qing looked at him with disgust.

"Boss Gu, this guy is someone close to Tang Xuanzang. If something happens to this guy, he will definitely attract the attention of others." The fat monk said.

"Things are impermanent." Gu Qing smiled wickedly, "For example, a certain boss created a new posture for lying down on the sofa. If this debater did something, it would also become a popular anecdote?"

"Interesting news? Could it be...so let's ruin his reputation first!" The fat monk sat up and said, "Boss Gu, what's the rules!"

"After so long, do you still need me to teach you how to do things?" Gu Qing was about to leave the pen studio, "Remember, it's fine if he left Chang'an and went to Luoyang with Tang Xuanzang, but if he stayed in Chang'an, he must let this guy It will last forever!"

After Gu Qing left, the monk said to the people around him: "If you hear me, don't do anything!"

"This..." Several members of the Green Gang hesitated.

"After working for so long, do you still need me to teach you how to do things?" The fat monk lay back on the bed and planned to sleep again. "The kind that made him notorious and will last forever, understand?"

"understood."

Several members of the Green Gang walked out of the pen studio to send messages to the dark thread while discussing, "What are we going to do?"

"It's not bad, I'm so worried!" The others also had headaches.

"Why don't you take him naked and hang him on the flagpole at the gate of the city, and let him float in the wind?" someone said.

"Good idea!" Several people nodded.

On the other side of Chang'an, this is a desolate suburb of Bashang, where Hong Fu Nu appeared. Mu Huiyin stepped on the corpses on the ground, and pulled up an assassin who fell on the ground, "Say! That guy named Xie Where?"

The dying assassin wanted to speak, but a mouthful of blood gushing from his mouth blocked his last breath.

"Sister Mu!" A female soldier who was vigilant around her hurriedly said, "There are r people coming!"

Before the more than a dozen women soldiers came back to their senses, a large group of killers rushed in before them, there were hundreds of them.

"It's a trap, withdraw!" Mu Huiyin shouted.

Right now, a group of women's soldiers were about to run away, and hundreds of killers had already surrounded them. Mu Huiyin, who was blocked from the back, gritted his teeth and held the knife in his hand, looking at the killers around him sternly.

"Little ladies, this is a trick? Women are really useless." The leader of the killer said with a smile, "Why don't you let our brothers have fun? Maybe we will spare your life. "

"Get out!" Mu Huiyin said.

While speaking, an arrow was shot, piercing a killer's throat very precisely.

"Who is it!" A large group of killers were vigilant. Looking back around, many guys with masks had appeared at some point.

Zhang Yugong calmly said with a mask on, "Kill!"

Dozens of members of the Green Gang silently rushed towards the group of killers, killing everywhere under the dark clouds, and the fierce Green Gang killers were able to deal with the mob in front of them with ease.

Zhang Yugong only brought more than 50 people with him. These people were all executioners who came down from the battlefield. Army, these idlers are not opponents at all.

"It's okay." Yang Sheng walked up to Mu Huiyin wearing a mask.

Mu Huiyin looked at the masked man in front of him with a stern expression. Hearing the voice and figure of the other party, he understood that it was Zhang Yugong, "You have been following us?"

"My lord's confession." Zhang Yugong said calmly, "I will help you when necessary."

Mu Huiyin's eyes flashed a little sad, and he walked past Zhang Yugong expressionlessly, "I don't care! If Sister Yue is here, otherwise I will kill you all, don't follow."

The killers of the Qing gang are very skilled, and these women's soldiers are not inferior. A battle comes and goes quickly.

Zhang Yugong followed Mu Huiyin's footsteps and said again, "If we hadn't made a move, the consequences would have been disastrous."

"Do you want me to thank you?" Mu Huiyin said disdainfully.

Zhang Yugong, "..."

A few days later, Gu Qing listened to Yang Sheng tell the news about the Detachment of Women brought by Mu Huiyin, "So sister Yue is working for Hongfu girl this time?"

"It should be." Yang Sheng nodded and said.

Chapter 257 The Prophet

In the quiet Dali Temple, Di Renjie's still immature face was illuminated by burning candles. More than a dozen corpses were displayed in front of him. These corpses were all left behind by the Lu family. Immediately cut off all connections and cut off the clues.

Disgust flashed in his eyes. Di Renjie disliked the behavior of the Lu family. He just killed the people who worked for him. In contrast, his teacher and his subordinates were very good. After the inspection, he said to the officials around him, "Pull out , burn it."

"Yes!" Several officials dragged the corpse away.

Sighing deeply in the middle of the night, Di Renjie picked up a jug of spirits on the table and walked into the prison of Dali Temple, all the way to the cell where Songtsan Gampo was held.

"What are you doing here?" Songtsan Gampo looked at Di Renjie.

"I can't sleep, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, I want to talk to you." Di Renjie said, shaking the wine in his hand, "Do you want to try our Datang's spirits?"

"Okay." Songtsan Gampo nodded in a sloppy prison uniform.

Smiling and pouring wine for Songtsan Gambo, Di Renjie said, "Have a sip."

"Good wine!" Songtsan Gampo praised after finishing his drink, "I drank it once in Datang before, and I thought it should be the last time, but I didn't expect to drink it now."

"You seem quite at ease." Di Renjie sipped.

Looking at Di Renjie, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, Songtsan Gampo sighed, "You have become the young minister of Dali Temple at a young age, and you will have a bright future in the future."

"Your tone of voice is becoming more and more like a person from Guanzhong." Di Renjie sneered, "Did you think about today when you invaded the Hexi Corridor?"

"I thought about it, but I didn't expect it to come so soon." Songtsan Gampo took another gulp of spirits.

"The heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper." Di Renjie said, "My teacher said that your story will be passed down to future generations. A sad king, you are too eager and eager, and your ambition cannot stand yours. Desire, you are too scared, there are many ways for countries to coexist, but you have chosen the most extreme one."

Songtsan Gampo looked at the bright moon outside the small window of his cell.

"Many times we feel that heroes don't ask where they come from, don't look at their background, family background, or connections. It's not until we work hard that we find that we have not entered the upper class, but have fallen to the lower class. The only ones who can stand up from the grass are often A few." Di Renjie said, "Sometimes the reality is so cruel that people can only grit their teeth and live, but my teacher said that the road is walked step by step, even if you are confused, you should not live your life like an orphan. The real heroes are those who gritted their teeth to support a family, would rather fall down again and again, and then stand up again laughing and living, this is also the choice of the vast majority."

"You drank too much." Songtsan Gampo looked at Di Renjie.

"What do I tell you so much?" Di Renjie smiled

Also that night, a group of inexplicable rangers in Bianji in the temple were beaten up and warned to get out of Chang'an.

Bian Ji fell to the ground enduring the pain all over his body, holding a handful of soil in his hand, the anger and resentment in his heart were superimposed at an unacceptable speed.

Sun Sheng, who had just finished beating Bianji outside the temple, said to the people around him, "Remember, if Bianji doesn't leave Chang'an, destroy him first, and then make him disappear in Chang'an forever."

"Yes!" Several rangers nodded.