[Comprehensive martial arts] My life will die

Hearing this, Tan Zhao couldn't help being moved. If you want to say that in today's world, who can play the role of Wu Mu's suicide note the most, who is better than Liu Bowen?Things work best when put in the right hands.

"That's not necessarily the case. If you can't see such a beautiful scenery, you will be in vain. Brother Liu, you don't need to provoke me. Brother Liu must be here for Wu Mu's suicide note, right?"

Probably because he had figured it out a little bit, Tan Zhao no longer beat around the bush. He has been suppressed for too long as the emperor, so he is not allowed to be a little willful and indulgent.

Liu Ji was taken aback for a moment, only to feel that the person in front of him was slightly different: "Not bad."

"Mr. Liu thinks, what kind of person can be worthy of the title of Son of Heaven?" Tan Zhao leaned lazily on the tree, and the sunlight slanted down, casting a layer of golden light on his whole body, " Able to make good decisions? The heart of the benevolent? Or is it ambitious?"

The other party even changed his address, how could Liu Ji not notice it, he knew in his heart that the long-cherished wish in his heart was difficult for others, but the world is like this, he can wait, but all the people in the world can't wait!As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he is a complete bad guy, and if he is traced afterwards, so what!

"My son, you are like this."

Finally he said it out. Sure enough, the guy in the system is unreliable. It’s just nonsense to cover up his appearance. The name, just test him in every possible way.

It doesn't matter, even if he is not Zhao Mian, Liu Ji has a point in his heart.

But he has no idea, he is just an idler, the emperor, who he loves, after all, no matter how powerful Liu Bowen is, the world is not up to the other party to decide: "I think it's better to be like this sir."

"Mr. Liu, how about we take a gamble?"

This is the first time Liu Ji saw Mo Shenggu or Zhao Mian seriously. For a moment, he suddenly had the feeling that a man would die for his confidant, but soon he found that this might just be his illusion: "How do you bet?" ?”

"Just bet on the world, how about Wu Mu's suicide note as an addition?"

Li Changkong was lying on the top of a tree next door. His ears were so straight when he heard the fairy's conversation, and the more he listened, the more he felt that he might be a country boy, what?world?Doesn't his uncle have a breeze in his sleeves and even asks him to pay for the hotel?

"You actually have Wu Mu's suicide note?"

Tan Zhao looked at each other deeply with a pair of eyes: "Mr. Liu, don't pretend, the thousand-year-old fox pretends to be like a little white rabbit, you have already been on Peach Blossom Island, how can you not guess what is on Peach Blossom Island!"

As he spoke, Tan Zhao took out a messily folded book from his wide sleeve, and he flattened it casually, only to see the four big characters "Wu Mu's Last Letter" written on the cover.

"Here, take it, take a look, how about it, bet or not?"

This is playing with fire, Liu Ji's heart is beating flat, he has made countless choices in his life, and every choice is like dancing on the tip of a knife, but this time... he feels that he is dancing on the Yitian sword up.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick it up. The book is very thin, but it is absolutely full of weight: "Okay, I bet, what does Mr. Mo want me to do?"

Tan Zhao frowned suddenly, and smiled innocently and heartily: "Of course, it's up to Mr. to show off his eloquence."

"it is good."

"This is also for Mr., to save his life after running around and working hard."

After a wave of coquettish manipulation, Liu Ji left with Wu Mu's suicide note, and Tan Zhao stood on the branch of a tree thinking about life, thinking about life when his head got hot, and it was quite refreshing to calm down and think about it.

"Xiao Changkong, why is he looking at the uncle with this expression? Is the uncle handsome again today?" Tan Zhao touched his face, showing a rather "kind" smile.

Today, the face of Seventh Master Uncle's family is still not at home~

"Seventh Master Uncle, shall we still go up the mountain?" Wu Mu's suicide note turned out to be cabbage on the street, why is Seventh Master Uncle giving it away so casually, the besieged hero at the foot of the mountain is probably fake, right?

"Come on! It's all here, don't go up to see the Emei Golden Summit, thank you."

... Co-author Seventh Master Uncle Are you here to travel in Emei?

Tan Zhao really had never been to Mount Emei, but the appearance of the army was overwhelming, and it was really difficult to move during the day. The two returned the same way, but met two acquaintances at the foot of the mountain.

"Uncle Seven, Junior Brother Changkong."

"Wuji, are you here on behalf of Mingjiao?"

Zhang Wuji's face was a little gloomy, but he was sincere and could not do anything to deceive him: "To be honest, Wuji is no longer the leader of the Ming Cult."

The battle against the Yuan Dynasty became more and more tense, and the Mingjiao suddenly broke the news that he was married to the princess general of the Yuan Dynasty. In order to stabilize the morale of the army, he stepped down as the leader.Besides, he is not in love with power and position, so that's fine.

But he thought well, but he never thought that Emei was guilty of carrying a jade, and suffered hardships. He is also the righteous way of martial arts, and he should come and take a trip because of emotion and reason.

"..." Tan Zhao was speechless, turned to look at Zhao Min, and sure enough, the princess had a gloomy expression on his face.Hearing that the Yuan army that came to besiege Emei this time came from Ruyang Palace, it seemed to be: "Princess Zhao, how about we make a deal?"

Zhao Min has always been wary of Mo Shenggu. Smart people are always more sensitive. As soon as the other party said this, she noticed something different: "What deal?"

"You persuade King Ruyang to retreat, and I promise you one condition."

"I have betrayed Ruyang Palace."

Tan Zhao shook his head, these words also deceived his stupid and cheap nephew: "I thought Princess Zhao was a smart man."

Zhao Min looked suspicious: "Any conditions are fine? What if I want Wu Mu's suicide note?"

"Of course, as long as you can hold it."

The general trend of the Yuan Dynasty is over, and Zhao Min knows it very well. She has been in and out of the Yuan court since she was a child, and she has seen a lot of court dignitaries. Unlike her, Wang still wanted to fight for the last time.

She also didn't expect that the last fight of her father would be Wu Mu's suicide note owned by the Emei Sect.

"I'm curious, what is Mo Qixia's intention?"

"So Princess Zhao agreed."

Zhao Min nodded, she was originally going to persuade the father to withdraw troops, and there was a condition for nothing, the fool would not agree: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Because just now, I made a bet with someone."

Li Changkong, who knew the content of a certain bet, had an inexplicable expression: ...Uncle Seventh Master is really calm.

After Tan Zhao finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the cheap nephew, and suddenly said, "Wuji, I heard that your martial arts have improved a lot recently?"

"Uncle Seven is absurdly praised, I am ashamed and dare not take it."

Tan Zhao patted the man on the shoulder: "You can afford it, Wuji, you are very skilled in martial arts, can you help Seventh Master Uncle with a small matter?"

At this time, on the Golden Summit of Emei, there was already so much noise that the patriarch Guo Xiang's coffin could not be held down.Since Zhou Zhiruo returned to Emei, she has been cultivating in seclusion, and Jingxuan has been taught to take care of all the affairs in the sect.

Jingxuan's martial arts are ordinary, but she is very handy in managing affairs. If she hadn't been there this time, Emei might have been devoured by all the forces in the world.But even if that wasn't the case, the arrival of the beggar gang still made her a little bit physically and mentally exhausted.

"Miss Yang, it's not that our sect doesn't agree, it's that this thing is passed down by our ancestors. If it is sent out like this, how will Emei gain a foothold in the future! I, Emei, are all female disciples. I have already reported to the head of the sect, and will seal the exercises in the forbidden area, and will never reveal half of them, why is the beggar gang so aggressive?"

"You put it bluntly. Emei has indeed not had any male disciples who have made a name for themselves in recent years, but it didn't mean that they confiscated male disciples in the early years. Could it be that our beggar gang waits for you from Emei to master the training before coming to Xingshi to inquire about the crime?"

The head of the beggar gang is a little old man, thin and thin, and next to him is Shi Hongshi, the leader of the beggar gang, but she doesn't understand these things at her age, and she just snuggles into Yang Bing's arms, which shows that she trusts and adores Yang Bing very much.

Yang Bing: ...I don't understand why you two are arguing.

Things were still very entangled. Those who came down the mountain to ask for Wu Mu's suicide note had begun to form alliances one after another, and the forces down the mountain also had their hearts in their hearts. It was at this time that Tan Zhao took Li Changkong to the Golden Summit of Emei.

"Senior, have all the people down the mountain left?"

When Tan Zhao heard this, he said angrily, "Miss Yang, do you really think I'm a fairy?"

Yang Bing: ...with a look like you don't.

"The group of people at the bottom of the mountain, they don't care about the last words of the supreme military art of martial arts. Now the situation is urgent, and they definitely don't have extra time to deal with you. They will fight you in less than three days."

"Then what should we do? There are not hundreds of Emei disciples, but with the Beggar Clan Wudang Shaolin, there are less than 200 people. Even if they are beaten, they are still hitting stones with eggs."

"Miss Yang, have you really thought about it? Although my promise is not rare, it is quite rare. If you use the promise to Emei, you will not regret it?"

Yang Bing shook his head: "No, Emei is Emei, Zhou Zhiruo is Zhou Zhiruo, I can't say it."

"Okay, I've already started to do this."

Only then did Yang Bing have a smile on his face: "Thank you, Senior Zhao."

While the two were talking, Emei and the beggar gang quarreled again, the thin old man's voice was almost constricted into a sound wave, and finally he forced Zhou Zhiruo who had been in retreat for many days to come out.

And as soon as Zhou Zhiruo entered the hall, Tan Zhao felt the surging and dissipated internal force of the other party.

Didn't Zhou Zhiruo say that he had abandoned his martial arts and retrained, how could he be so well-behaved, and suddenly his internal strength improved again?This is really strange, or is there a more excellent existence in this world than Xiao Zhangkong's practice of Nine Yin Zhengjing? !