"Yanqiu? Yanqiu? Ah——"

The beauty left and her spirit disappeared. The charm had long been cold. The smile could never be seen again. Only when she lost it did she realize the pain in her heart. Only when she lost it did she realize that she cared about her so much. It turned out that the seed called love had already taken root and sprouted!

Zhao Huaian held Ling Yanqiu's body and roared shrillly, like a wolf in the north, in pain and sadness, called it heartbreaking;

"There are geese in the North Ridge, and the feathers are as snowy as the north wind, and the north wind is so sad that they fly south, and the wings are broken by the rain. If so, the north wind will never leave you!"

The hoarse voice of Lao Chai sings a song, and the tortuous and sorrowful tone makes the atmosphere fall again and again. The love between children and children has always been a necessary part of the world. He can be happy, he can be sad, he can be painful...

Han Wen, who was originally with Ling Yanqiu, disappeared, but these people had not pointed their finger at them yet. They thought someone had kidnapped them. I wonder if this trust made Han Wen ashamed?

At Longmen Station, Han Wen came with a paper umbrella and Su Huirong, and changed into the clothes of the West Factory Mansion. He wanted to play the role of Yuhuatian again, and the identity of a gangster in the world was abandoned!

"This is Yang Cheng, Yang Qianhu, who is stationed in Longmen! This is our factory master!"

Wang Zhi disheveled his hair, his voice was sharp and thin. He introduced Han Wen's identity with a strange smile, and also introduced Yang Qianhu, who had a big beard. He was surprised by Han Wen's return, but he had no other thoughts. He was just handing over power. Wang Zhi didn't care about this right, he only cared about that child!

"Greetings to Mr. Factory!" Yang Cheng bowed very consciously;

Han Wen waved his hand and said, "Get up! Lord Yang, where is your army now?"

"If you go back to the factory, more than a thousand people in my army will be ambushed outside Longmen Town, waiting for the factory to issue orders!" Yang Cheng answered Korean words carefully. He didn't know the character of this "eunuch eunuch" and was afraid of angering him;

Han Wen frowned and said, "Come back! We don't need to do that at all. In the past two days, you can gather all the horses and turn all the infantry into cavalry. If there are not enough horses, use camels. In addition, prepare more bows and crossbows and arrows. Well... This is the case first, you can go down first!"

"No!" Yang Cheng lowered his waist, turned around and walked away with his head down. When he crossed the threshold, Han Wen added: "If you do well this time, you won't treat you badly!"

After waving everyone away, Wang Zhi looked at Han Wen who was rubbing her eyebrows tiredly and said, "Why are you back?"

"Nothing, I thought of an important question. Maybe I thought it was too simple before, thinking that if you were the martial arts tourists who were gathered in Longmen, you could completely eliminate these hidden dangers in the martial arts world by leading the army one by one. This idea would not be possible!

The tourists from the world have killed one batch after another, and it is impossible to kill them all. They are growing very fast, so I was thinking of another method, maybe it can be, but I am not sure... Another reason is that my identity has been exposed, so I can only come back!"

"Oh? Another idea? Can you tell me?" Wang Zhi asked with interest;

"In fact, it's not a good idea. It's just an idea. The martial arts knights have a lot of thoughts. Some are profitable, promising, and some are purely for crimes. This is not what we allow! Especially their existence itself is beyond the scope of the court's control!

So, I was wondering if these martial arts sects could be made part of the court! These martial arts sects were converted into martial arts halls to provide the court with military personnel, generals, etc.! Let them register in the court, pay taxes, and be under the jurisdiction of the court!

On weekdays, they can open a museum to teach, and they will be pulled onto the battlefield as soon as the war begins. What do you think of this method? Martial arts schools have to pay taxes, so they have to make money, but they can't commit crimes and they can only charge tuition fees. This restricts the path for many people to practice martial arts. As soon as the war begins, they will lead to casualties on the battlefield, which will shock them... "

Han Wen touched his chin and said his plan little by little. Wang Zhi looked at him in shock and said for a long time: "I admit that I really underestimated you! It seems that you are not a simple person! If you hadn't lost all your martial arts skills, you would have probably become a civil and military genius who surpassed me!"

"It's a mistake! Brother Wang! This problem of martial arts in the martial arts world has troubled us for so many years. It's time to solve it, right? I'm getting less and less time, and I can't do useless work anymore. I also want to ask Brother Wang to help me!"

After bowing to the end, Han Wen gave Wang Zhi a sincere greeting. Wang Zhi smiled and accepted calmly: "Don't worry, I will!"

This is the most perfect method that Han Wen thought about for a long time and is also the most likely way to complete the task!

On this day, the wind was blowing, and the black clouds seemed to be much lower again, which was so depressing that it made people feel heart-wrenching. The black clouds were pressing against the city and were about to destroy it, but that was the case!

The dark clouds that have been hanging in the sky have been alive and moved, sweeping everything over! Come and swing the dragon! This is the black sandstorm in the desert, the black sandstorm that has been around for sixty years!

There is nothing in the world, except wind or sand! But people’s hearts are hot!

Without Han Wen's sow discord, the situation in Longmen Town seemed to be much calmer. Because the monks from Shaolin Temple and Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain were lured to Longmen Station by Han Wen and taken into custody by the monks from Xichang, the Beggars' Sect seemed a little lonely, but the Dragon Head of the Palm and the Roots joined forces with the Kunlun Sect and other small and medium-sized sects in time, and did not end up miserable;

After the alliances of Shaolin, Wudang and Beggars' Sects were broken up, they belonged to Emei, Kongtong and Qingcheng, and the three factions of the three factions were the strongest. The union between the people of the Lama Sect and the noble son was also very powerful. At least the subordinates of the noble son were very powerful, and they were all famous guys in the world in the past;

In addition to these forces, only the union between Zhao Huaian, Gu Shaotang and Bludu were left;

It can be seen that these are all united existences, and no one alone can occupy a treasure map alone. This is enough to show that there is no such existence in the martial arts world today who can compete with everyone alone, at least that era is gone forever;

The treasure maps are distributed in two parts: the Beggar Gang, Kunlun and other sects, Qingcheng, Kongtong, Emei, a foreign monk, a noble son, and Zhao Huaian's hand, but these are only six treasure maps, and two are missing!

When the people of these four forces gathered together with treasure maps, they discovered this problem! The lack of two treasure maps! This means that even if they go in, it will be difficult for them to escape unscathed. For a moment, everyone hesitated!

"Everyone! Do you think something is missing?"

A joking voice came from behind them, and everyone suddenly turned around and was a sword maniac!

After Dao Kuang escaped from here, he returned to Longmen Station to cultivate. This time he came with the order from Han Wen. He was walking with a man in black and covered with faces;

"Hehe! Let me join, what do you think?"

He raised the two maps in his hand and said before everyone could react;

These four major forces have already squeezed out all the others, because the more people join, the fewer they get. But at present, they have to agree to the conditions of the sword maniac, because the black sandstorm is coming from a distance with a terrifying momentum, and the Divine Gate is about to open!

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PS: The last tall grass is coming soon. As for the next volume, I chose the old version of Swordsman, Li Yapeng's version. After all, that version is still relatively classic;
Chapter completed!