Xuan Zhenzi said that the white-known crane had a blood disaster, and it seemed that he had really seen blood. But it was not the white-known crane's blood.

The embassy of Delhi left, and if they did not leave the White Crane, they declared that they would destroy them all. The Delhi people took off the boat from Tuwa Port and came from land.

Before the envoy left, Bai Minghe didn't even go to see him.

Want to fight?

Just because of the guards in his hands, I am afraid that the few masters around the young Ming Dynasty were killed by this young man. What's more, there seemed to be tens of thousands of people coming here this time. Since the Ming Dynasty really declared war, the news will be brought back.

Before the banquet, the white-famous crane needs to change clothes.

In the separate room, Chen Ada, Hua Wuqi, Xuan Zhenzi and others surrounded Bai Minghe. Chen Ada then said, "Xiaobai, you declare war directly. How can you explain this matter to the capital? You have to think of a reason for this matter. Anyway, it is a troublesome thing, you'd better consider an excuse so that the people below can talk about it!"

"No need, the envoys of the four countries came to welcome us, and then they were the nobles of Siamese. It was too sad to directly give the Siamese people a sense of power. It would be good for us to do something for the Delhi people. There might be a different voice in Siamese. Brother Hua's move made them dare not say anything, at least no matter who comes to power, it would be impossible to be an enemy of the Ming Dynasty!"

"I support Lord Bai, killing means killing. If you dare to insult Zhan Lu, you will destroy their clan!"

Warriors respect heroes, especially swords like Zhan Lu, represent no longer a sword, but a spirit.

The white-famous crane owns Zhanlu, which is not a secret in the Ming Dynasty.

But what about another sword. Xuan Zhenzi was very curious: "Master Bai, what is your name for the sword of killing like this? According to your words, is it Juque?"

"It's this sword that my ancestor Bai used to commit suicide. He said he wanted to kill the god, who dared to kill more than my ancestor Bai?"

Bai Qi, the God of Killing!

"Small mao, let's take another hexagram."

"It will be taken after killing people. The bloody disaster is gone, but there is an extra evil hexagram. Peach Blossom Calamity. Either Lord Bai dies or kills 100,000 people. Judging from the hexagram, Bai Minghe will meet a woman. The fear brought by this woman is no less than that of Lord Bai declared war on Delhi, and may lead to a terrible enemy."

Xuan Zhenzi didn't feel nervous, but instead laughed.

"With Zhan Lu here, I, Hua Wuqi, will not be afraid of any enemy." Hua Wuqi is full of confidence.

Will you encounter a strong enemy, what kind of strong enemy?

Bai Minghe would be surrounded by civil servants, and would be terrifying and nervous. But he would be surrounded by madmen. If you really want to talk about ruthlessness, everyone would be able to kill people like a numb.

Moreover, everyone has a desire for fighting achievements and blood.

"Go to the banquet!" Bai Minghe suddenly stood up: "This time the task is to find a reliable leader for the Ming Dynasty to ensure our trade route. The Ming Dynasty needs silver and a large amount of supplies."

When the white-known crane arrived at the palace, the Siam Palace was filled with gifts from the white-known crane.

At the front, there are five thousand sets of armor, swords and bows.

Such elite weapons are not visible in Siam. They cannot make such things. There is no shortage of steel, and it is impossible for one more armor to weigh forty kilograms, and the armor of five thousand people is 200,000 kilograms. These irons can be made into weapons to equip a huge army.

Instead of just five thousand people.

This is a reward from a great country and a display of national strength. More importantly, the Siamese people want to let small countries around them see that they have powerful weapons.

The white crane was wearing a big red gown and a large cloak.

The dragon embroidered with gold thread on this cloak.

In terms of identity, this may be the only piece of white-named heir that can show off his pomp. The Ming Dynasty had strict rules on clothing colors, and you were a low-level official. The color of the official uniforms on your body and even the color of the clothes you usually wear had strict requirements. White-named heir was only a sixth-rank official, so blue was the mainstream color for him.

But here, there was always a scene. So Bai Minghe took out the cloak. Of course, when he entered the house, he took it off after taking it off. He didn't explain much. He ordered people to put it away and walked straight to the main seat after putting it away.

Baiminghe would not let him go at this position because at this time he did not represent himself, but the Ming Dynasty.

What surprised Bai Minghe was that she even arranged a special seat for Hua Wuqi. Bai Minghe nodded and told Hua Wuqi to sit, but Hua Wuqi shook his head slightly and glanced at Zhan Lu Jian on Bai Minghe's waist with her eyes.

Bai Minghe doesn’t understand, nor does he understand why Hua Wuxue is.

Trustworthy does not mean that one can take action only if one understands. Since Hua Wuqi wants a sword, Bai Minghe untied the sword and handed it to Hua Wuqi. Hua Wuqi held the bottom of the scabbard with his left hand, and stood behind Bai Minghe with his right hand at the hilt of the sword.

"Hua..." Bai Minghe wanted to say, Brother Hua, you don't have to do this, but Hua Wuqi's eyes were firm.

Helplessly, Bai Minghe had to nod slightly and sit back to his seat.

After saying the welcome speech, the King of Siam personally walked to Hua Wuxue with a glass of wine: "What do you call this general? I respect you."

"Hua Wuqi, one of the eight hundred sword guards in Zhanlu. I am not a general, but a soldier who protects the sword. Thank you for giving him wine!" Hua Wuqi still held the sword with his left hand, took the glass of wine with his right hand and drank it all.

The white-name crane understands.

Hua Wuxu is helping himself and establishing authority for the Ming Dynasty. The myth of a sword may begin at this time.

After looking at Hua Wuxu seriously, the King of Siam turned around and said to Bai Minghe: "I wonder if Mr. Bai can let Xiaowang see it. This General Hua's swordsmanship is transcendent, and I believe others have extraordinary points." When Bai Minghe heard this, he thought that it was because the King of Siam suspected his martial arts, but it was not intended to be useful.

His head was rotating rapidly, and Bai Minghe thought that the Siam king was also using his own hands to suppress the opposition in Siam.

He replied immediately: "I brought not many people to the shore this time. But everyone has their own unique features. I can't help but let them come in. Please choose one at will, King of Siam."

"It's just a pity that I, Siam, have no one to fight against, which is a pity."

"No, in the Ming Dynasty, the first thing to do is to cultivate the mind. Martial arts is virtuous. Secondly, to strengthen the body, in order to have a strong body. Finally, to protect the family and the country, to protect the people. There are also competitions between warriors, mostly to exchange martial arts skills, rather than fighting for courage. So even if you choose one person, you only think that it is our two countries to exchange their respective martial arts virtues."

If you talk about the mouth, if Bai Minghe’s mouth is about kung fu, it will be Hua Wuqi’s attainment in the sword.

The Siam King was very happy. At that moment, Hua Wuxue seemed to call out one of the dozen people. This man was thinner and more like a scholar, not a warrior.

The Siam King thought that if such people had strong power, then the rest might be stronger.

No one dares to say that the opposition voices in his country would be harmful to alliance with the Ming Dynasty. Of course, more importantly, his plan for the Khmer can be implemented.

Who did the Siam king order? Wudang Xuan Zhenzi.

He seems to be thin, but he is the top three figure among the third generation of Wudang disciples. In terms of sword skills, Hua Wuqi is 70% of the sword tycoon. When he reaches their level, he is not really fighting his life. He can only use martial arts to fight. He can be defeated by Hua Wuqi's subordinates for hundreds of moves.

"Dao Sect, Wudang Xuan Zhenzi. Zhengyi Dao Qingwei Sect disciple." Xuan Zhenzi emphasized his sect and identity very much.

The most important thing in the world is that Hua Wuqi will report to his family before officially refining his martial arts. His Hua family is also a well-known sect in the Ming Dynasty. In addition to his seven direct descendants, there are nearly a hundred disciples.

At Xuan Zhenzi's request, Siam sent twenty warriors to use the Ming Dynasty's short bow. At the distance of thirty steps, Xuan Zhen covered his eyes with a black cloth and held his sword in his hands and held his fists: "Please give me advice!"

The Siam Imperial Guards were a little hesitant, shooting arrows at this distance, and the Ming Dynasty’s bow was obviously better than them, which was the result of the arrows piercing the heart. The Ming Dynasty was full of distinguished guests, so what should I do if there was a mistake?

"Please shoot a volley!" Bai Minghe said to the Siam King under Hua Wuxue's hint.

The Siam King nodded vigorously and waved his hand down.

Twenty arrows flew towards Xuan Zhenzi. Xuan Zhenzi held the sword in one hand, and quickly pushed away the sword that could reach his body. He used the sword tip to push the arrow to his body. Although he only had a moment of stagnation, the audience could see clearly how powerful the sword technique it was to stab the arrow to the tip.

The Siam King held the wine glass in both hands: "Warriors of the Ming Dynasty, please drink a lot!"

"Thank you!" Xuan Zhenzi gave a Taoist etiquette.

The King of Siam praised Bai Minghe: "Young Master Bai's subordinates are really extraordinary people. But Xiao Wang asked a question: What level can such swordsmanship be ranked in the Ming Dynasty."

Bai Minghe shook his head because he couldn't say it well, and signaled Xuan Zhenzi to answer.

Xuan Zhenzi bowed again: "My swordsmanship can be considered as the lowest level among the upper-class warriors. Not to mention the countless swordsmanship of the Ming Dynasty, I only talk about my Taoist sect. I don't mention the masters of my Wudang lineage, but I can barely rank among the top ten among my fellow disciples. Zhong Nanshan Quanzhen sect can beat me no less than twenty times. Among the Taoist sects, it is impossible for me to compete for a top hundred."

Xuan Zhenzi is telling the truth. Anyone who can sit here understands Chinese and is in a high position.

From the expressions of people, the truth and lies can be seen. Xuan Zhenzi kept talking about the Taoist sect. They knew the Taoist sect of the Ming Dynasty and the authentic Taoist sects, and they had very high requirements for language. Not to mention lies, even exaggerated and untrue language, which are not allowed by the rules of the sect.

I can only say that the Ming Dynasty is full of talents. (To be continued...)
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