I really didn't take the emperor of the enemy country as a stand-in

Most of these missionaries were seriously injured.After returning to Luo Kingdom, Zhong Lan wrote a letter to Xuan Tang, and a few days later, a mighty team of monks stood at the gate of Luo Kingdom's palace.

The missionaries' faces were all shattered.

Zhong Lan: "Since you have given up on the mission, you will never go back. It just so happens that there is an experienced senior here. If you follow him, you can still get your life."

The tasker's expression was stiff: "Mr. Zhong, since we have given up on the mission and want to stay here for the rest of our lives, what can we do? You ask Mr. Luo to give us a small piece of land to farm and do business. It's better than becoming a monk, right?" ?”

Xuan Tang shook his head: "This statement is wrong. We are all outsiders. Even if we take the initiative to avoid the world, we will be involved in the main line by chance and coincidence. Only by becoming a monk can we end the cause and effect and transcend the secular world."

Zhong Lan was wearing an embroidered gold robe, and leaned lazily on the cushion: "I promised before, you tell me everything you know, and I will find a way out for you. This is the best way out, isn't it?" ?”

There are countless people who want to hide in the unlimited missions, but most of them will be involved in various bizarre incidents, either continue to do the missions, or die in endless accidents.If monasticism was not the only solution, with Xuantang's mouth and temperament, it would be impossible to become a monk. This kind of helplessness is also another way of Buddha's relationship.

Those missionaries looked at each other and gritted their teeth: "Understood, thank you, Mr. Zhong."

"Amitabha," Xuan Tang nodded with one palm, turned his head and said to the young monks who brought him, "enroll them in the sect, and get ordained after returning to Qingci Temple."

Ecstasy flashed in the eyes of the little monks.Those taskers were still baffled, they didn't know why their expressions were like this, and they were led down in a daze.

Only Xuan Tang and Zhong Lan were left in the hall.

"Those little monks are so happy. I think newcomers will help them sweep and weed after coming to Qingci Temple." Zhong Lang smiled, "I'm sorry to trouble you, help me look after these people."

Xuan Tang was silent for a while: "Don't worry, I will look after you."

According to them, Li Weisong is very optimistic about the new Lord of Yan, and he has a so-called plan with full confidence, so he plans to kill them in advance, so as not to compete for the winning spot at that time.

They escaped from Li Weisong's encirclement and provided a list of taskers who died under Li Weisong's hands.Zhong Lang counted, plus the gray-robed man who came to Nanxin to sow discord from the very beginning and the gray-robed man who was caught were exactly 29 people. If what they said was true, now only Li Weisong was left.

As long as Li Weisong was killed, Zhong Lang's mission would probably be completed, and all he needed to do was to lie down comfortably.

"But it's okay, even if you don't want to risk your life, Li Weisong won't be allowed to stay." Xuan Tang reminded him, "I won't accept him any longer."

"I know it. Not to mention here, in the past, in various missions, he had a lot of blood on his hands. Li Weisong doesn't deserve to live."

Xuan Tang got up: "I have meddled too much in your affairs these days, and I have already been involved in too many secular affairs. If I don't stop, I will be involved in the karma of the world. When I leave this time, Qingci Temple will be closed for a period of time. I will leave you After reading the scriptures and Buddhist incense, you will have to resist the next attack."

"Bon Voyage."

"I hope that when I leave the customs, Li Weisong is dead, and you have passed the last mission."

The team of monks left in a mighty way.They come in the morning and leave in the evening without stopping.

Zhong Lan watched the leaving team from the tower, the relaxed smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Hold the guardrail with both hands and leave your fingerprints on it.

He has memory problems.During the first few headache attacks, he would dream of the scene of choosing the world after "clearance".If he didn't actually clear the level, then these scenes are probably all illusions in his mind.He chooses to trust those missionaries for only one reason: until now, he still doesn't know why he often has headaches.If the main god had tampered with his memory back then, it would make sense to leave sequelae.

This world was not chosen by him at all, but the task world arranged by the Lord God for him.

He closed his eyes, and a red figure flashed in front of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Perhaps, it might be a good thing to regard this place as the retirement world I chose back then, and spend the rest of my life in peace.

As long as Li Weisong is killed, no one will bother him anymore.This will become a real retirement place.

"Sir, it's windy here, let's go back."

Zhong Lan turned his head, Wen Yao also went up to the tower at some time.The cold wind was blowing, blowing the black hair and red clothes flying in the air, the stunning face was more defined than when he first saw it, the enchanting features between the eyebrows and eyes were diluted by the stability of a mature man, but it was more flavorful.

"Wen Yao, I have one last thing to do." Zhong Lang was more serious than ever.That face like an idle boy seemed to be reborn overnight, revealing the long-hidden sword, "I'm going to kill Li Weisong."

"Okay," Wen Yao looked at him and repeated, "Come back."

Zhong Lan held his hand.

"It's been a few days since the alliance ended, and Luo Guojun offered another invitation. I'm very honored to wait."

"Since the two countries have ceased fighting and friendly relations, the invitation is also appropriate. Your Majesty has prepared the most noble courtyard in the capital for the mission, and invites all the envoys of Yan to accompany me."

"Thank you sir."

On the top floor of a restaurant in the far distance of the capital, the windows were open, and the cold wind poured in.The person in the window was holding the wine, his expression was normal, his pretty eyes half-closed, staring at the group of missions entering the other courtyard.

"I'm afraid the only excuse to invite the Yan State Mission is your birthday party." Zhong Lang turned around, "Sorry."

Wen Yao hummed, obviously a little emotional.

Zhong Lan had something on his mind, so he turned his head and continued to observe the situation on the other side, paying attention to it abnormally.Suddenly, the sleeve was pulled.

"You didn't even celebrate my birthday."

Zhong Lan shuddered.

"It's not like I haven't had it at all." He felt a little guilty, "The previous time was considered to be for you."

Although I got the wrong person.

When Wen Yao was still a proton, Zhong Lang held several birthday parties for "Wen Yao".The clan son borrowed all information about Wen Yao, including his birthday.

But at that time Wen Yao was still a pitiful little boy.

I thought they had already turned the page, but at this moment Clock Lane was extremely guilty.According to his understanding of Wen Yao, Wen Yao was probably jealous again.

glanced.

Oh sure enough.

"Don't worry, I won't interfere with your master's plan." Wen Yao smiled, staring fixedly at Zhong Lang but there was no smile at all, "But sir, you have something to do, don't neglect my birthday again."

"That... of course."

Zhong Lan's hands were held by Wen Yao, he raised his head anxiously, just in time to meet Wen Yao's icy eyes.

Wen Yao lowered his head, clasped his hands together again, and kissed lightly: "I believe in sir."

If you don't use a threatening tone, maybe I will believe it.

This time Wen Yao's birthday banquet invited the Yan State Mission.The ministers all thought that this was the honeymoon period between the two countries after the armistice, but no one knew that Li Weisong was emphatically mentioned in the invitation letter.

"I would like to invite Mr. Li Weisong to have a narration with the emperor alone."

Yan Guo Xinjun and Li Weisong naturally knew that this was a trap deliberately set by Zhong Lang.Zhong Lan didn't expect Li Weisong to come with the mission aggressively.

But this private conversation is not only an opportunity for Zhong Lang, but also an opportunity for Li Weisong.Li Weisong will not let go of this opportunity.Although he didn't come with the mission, he must be following in secret, looking for opportunities to make an appointment with Zhong Lan, trying to take the initiative in his own hands.

Two days before the birthday banquet, the entire mission was closely watched, and finally it was revealed that it had been in contact with a mysterious person.

The other party soon realized that he had been exposed, so he just kept on doing nothing, leaving a message for the follower, and asked Zhong Lang to meet in secret.

"At Haishi the next day, at the Beifeng Pavilion on the outskirts of the city."

Zhong Lan frowned.

Li Weisong was indeed cautious.Beifeng Pavilion is some distance away from the capital, and the surrounding area is empty and no one can set up an ambush.If there is a change, you can just leave, there is an official road three miles away, and you can go all the way to the three surrounding cities, it is difficult to locate.

"Wait, the night after tomorrow, isn't that..." Zhong Lan choked.

When Wen Yao's birthday party just ended.

They had a birthday banquet with courtiers and missions.Wen Yao said that it was not Zhong Lang's birthday for him, and agreed with Zhong Lang that Zhong Lang could cooperate with him however he wanted these days.On the night after the birthday party, Zhong Lan had to be with him.

Zhong Lan suddenly felt a headache.

After hearing what he said, Wen Yao's expression did not change, and he simply said oh.

"I'll be back before three o'clock in the afternoon." Zhong Lan said.

Wen Yao put down the memorial and said seriously: "I am a reasonable person. Catching Li Weisong is an important matter for Mr., and I will not be indiscriminate."

Zhong Lan stayed where he was, narrowed his eyes slowly, and smiled: "Next year, whatever you want, I will accompany you."

"I'll write it down." Wen Yao narrowed his eyes, "However, I have to come back as soon as possible this year."

"Ah."

The time and place that Li Weisong made an appointment with him were destined not to bring many people there.

Zhong Lan also knew Li Weisong's strength.In the past, he was the number one, and Li Weisong became the second child of Wannian.His strength is not inferior to Zhong Lang, but he suffers from greed, hatred and ignorance.

If Zhong Lan takes more people, he can only let those people die in vain.

Wen Yao was worried and asked Sheng Yun to follow.But he only covered his face and sneaked, and he was a hundred meters away from the bell, so he didn't get close.

In the distance, Zhong Lan saw a man wrapped in a gray robe.What the eyeliner told him earlier was also the person in the gray robe.Li Weisong did not reveal his face and figure.

Zhong Lan walked into the pavilion, and the other side's back shook.

The voice was lowered: "You are here."

"I already know about your mission, there's no need to hide it." Zhong Lan's eyes flashed cruelty, "If you don't kill each other, you still have a choice."

The other party suddenly laughed in a low voice, and raised his voice: "It's just talking. You can let the little ones go because they can't threaten you. If it were Li Weisong, would you believe his overtures?"

Zhong Lan's pupils shrank: "You are not Li Weisong!"

The gray-robed man suddenly turned around and pulled down his hood, his handsome face like a saintly scholar was half-illuminated under the moonlight.

"Mr. Yan! You!"

Before Zhong Lang had an attack, the other party stepped up and got very close, as if he wanted to kiss Zhong Lang.

"My lord, why are you unhappy? I know you want to kill Li Weisong, so I came to you on purpose."

"I have nothing to say to you." Seeing Yan Guojun's face, Zhong Lan didn't want to say a word, his face was pulled down, and he was about to back away immediately.

"But I miss you very much."

Yan Guojun grabbed Zhong Lan's hand.

Zhong Lan's face was black and black, and he was about to get rid of him.

Suddenly, Sheng Yun saw the two entangled in the distance and thought that something unexpected happened, so he hurried over.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Zhong Lang turned around stiffly as if he had been splashed from head to toe by a bucket of ice.

"Sheng Yun" pulled down the cloth covering his face, revealing a expressionless but suppressed anger and jealousy face.

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