"Kill Si Cao?" Wu Hongbiao was shocked: "The two of us?"

"Yes, we two."

The small room of the cloth shop was empty. Wu Hongbiao was sitting cross-legged on the ground, while Chen Ji was leaning against the door frame. The two looked at each other silently.

At this moment, Wu Hongbiao looked towards the door and saw Chen Ji standing with the moonlight behind him, his expression unclear.

He patiently persuaded him: "You have only been in the Military Intelligence Department for a short time and have not had much dealings with this Secretary, but please don't have such dangerous thoughts."

Chen Ji discovered that even Wu Hongbiao, the most elite spy, also had the idea of ​​"killing Si Cao".

He couldn't help but ask: "How powerful is Si Cao?"

Wu Hongbiao said solemnly: "You are not an executive officer, so you don't know how powerful an executive officer is. I am just a martial artist in the 'acquired realm'. That Si Cao has been in the army for a long time, and at least he is an executive officer who has perfected the innate realm. He is far from the seeker realm."

I’m afraid it’s only one step away…”

Chen Ji looked confused.

Wu Hongbiao had no choice but to explain while gnawing on grain pancakes: "It doesn't matter, you won't understand these realms if I explain them. Let me give you an example in the simplest way: Once in Jinling, the whereabouts of Si Cao were exposed, and there were hundreds of soldiers in the Secret Service.

They didn't even capture him, but he killed dozens of people and finally escaped by getting into the Qinhuai River."

Chen Ji asked: "If the innate realm is already so powerful, how powerful is the seeking state? Is it difficult to cultivate to the seeking state?"

"Of course it's difficult," Wu Hongbiao sighed: "You see, I can't find the trick to break through from 'nature' to 'innate', let alone 'innate' to break through 'seeking'? Looking at the entire Luo City, I'm afraid there are only two seekers.

Among the Taoist masters, one is Liang Gou'er, and the other is the 'Yanshi' who should be hiding under the control of the Liu family."

Wu Hongbiao said solemnly: "When you reach the Seeking Realm, if you don't have an army of more than five hundred people to attack, you will never be able to defeat such a master. Liang Gouer entered the Seeking Realm at the age of twenty-four. That year he went to the Ningchao Frontier Army

, he killed eight generals of our Jing Dynasty during the confrontation between the two armies, and became famous for a while. It is a pity that Liang Gou'er's cultivation path was cut off, otherwise he would be the most promising person in the Ning Dynasty to make further progress."

"Been cut off by someone?"

Wu Hongbiao thought for a moment: "I always thought this might be the handiwork of my Jing Chao, or even your uncle."

Chen Ji was stunned for a moment: "Why do you say that?"

Wu Hongbiao explained: "After Liang Gou'er was cut off from his cultivation path, a female swordsman appeared in our Jing Dynasty frontier army and assassinated a very talented general of the Ning Dynasty frontier army. Someone recognized her with

She is the swordsman of the Liang family. She must have been specially trained by someone in our Jing Dynasty. She came to Ning Dynasty to marry Liang Gou'er just to ruin Liang Gou'er's state of mind and interrupt his practice."

This female swordsman not only interrupted Liang Gouer's cultivation path, but also defrauded the Liang family of the swordsmanship handed down from generation to generation. She killed two birds with one stone.

What a cunning struggle.

Chen Ji was confused: "But why did you say it was my uncle's doing?"

Wu Hongbiao opened and unplugged the bamboo tube and took a sip of water: "When your uncle was assassinated three years ago, there was also a female swordsman beside him."

Chen Ji: "..."

My uncle's composition is very complex.

Until now, he has not been able to have a clear understanding of that uncle. He always feels that the other person is always covered in a layer of fog, seems to be both good and evil, and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

Chen Ji murmured: "The day after tomorrow, the day before, Xun Dao... What is above the Xun Dao realm?"

"The Shinto realm," Wu Hongbiao said: "According to your uncle, there are many realms in the world that can be counted on one hand. Lu Yang, the mountain chief of the Martial Temple in Jingchao, is one of them, and the apostle on Huangshan Mountain in Ningchao is one of them.

Master Zi' is also one of them. Not even Luocheng Daoting Laojunshan or Ningchao sect 'Luo Tian' has such a figure."

"A figure like Mount Lu Yang is a master who has reached the threshold of heaven and man. In addition, the people of Jing Dynasty have always talked about his legend of 'Jiazi Dang Demon'. Have you heard of it?"

"Never heard of Jiazi Dang Mo? Are there still demons in this world?"

"It is a demon sect scattered in the Jing Dynasty. It uses sacrificing humans and animals as a way to practice. It often abducts children, women, and even slaughters villages. It is extremely bad. A martial temple grew up in Luyang Mountain to kill the demons.

There is nothing left.”

"Because he was killed in the year of Jiazi, he is called Jiazi Dangmo?"

Wu Hongbiao shook his head: "No, it's the devil who has been cheating for a while."

Chen Ji choked, a period of time is sixty years, no demon sect can withstand a Shinto realm master fighting with him for sixty years!

Martial Arts Temple.

Liang Gouer once mentioned this place.

The other party once mentioned that Chen Ji should not practice swordsmanship, but should go to Jingchao Martial Temple to learn the other party's 'sword style'.

Until today, Chen Ji had a vague idea of ​​what it means to be an official in the world, but now... I'm afraid he can't even be considered a martial artist.

Facing someone like Si Cao, he was even worried that he wouldn't be able to blow him up with gunpowder. How to make him stay where he was and be blown up by him was a difficult problem.

Wu Hongbiao said: "Do you still want to kill Si Cao now? Give up."

Chen Ji was silent for a long time: "But if I don't kill him, he will kill me."

Wu Hongbiao also fell silent.

His expression seemed to be struggling and hesitant. He was different from Chen Ji. It was precisely because he knew how powerful Si Cao was that he knew that it was impossible for just two people.

But in the end, Wu Hongbiao said: "Then kill him... but how?"

"I'll find a way... there will always be a way."

Chen Ji thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Tell me, why doesn't my uncle let me go back to Jingchao?"

Wu Hongbiao thought for a moment: "I can't figure out his thoughts, but he once said that all noble men should go to the front line to experience, otherwise they will only become playboys, fighting dogs and prostitutes all day long. He risked his death back then.

He came south to the Ning Dynasty, and returned to our Jing Dynasty with the supreme feat of assassinating the Minister of War of the Chen family, and established the Military Intelligence Department. I think he may hope that you will become a person like him."

Wu Hongbiao said yearningly: "I don't know how many people in the military in Jingchao admire your uncle and want to be like him. I think you should also aspire to do the same and follow the path he has walked."

Chen Ji was stunned. It turned out that the Military Intelligence Department was founded by his uncle. He was really discovering something new every day...

But if he has to assassinate a Shang Shu Ge elder before he can go back, then it’s okay if he doesn’t go back to Jing Dynasty.

Ning Chao is pretty good.

"I have another question. Why do you still come to deliver a letter to me when you are obviously about to die?"

Wu Hongbiao grinned: "I said we are brothers."

"I understand," Chen Ji turned around and left: "I can't stay here for a long time. I will send you some food and water every night in the past few days. You can take good care of your injuries."

…

…

After leaving the door, Chen Ji stood in the backyard of the cloth shop under the moonlight and let out a long breath.

If you want to kill Si Cao, you may need to plan carefully. At least you must first know what the opponent looks like and what identity he usually uses to cover himself.

He trudged out of the yard and went back to the apprentice's dormitory to lie down. The snoring in the room was still there, but Chen Ji felt particularly peaceful in his heart.

The wounds on his chest and thighs started to hurt again, and these pains reminded him all the time that weakness was the original sin of the world.

Chen Ji lay on the bunk and looked at the beams quietly, his mind was always filled with the words about being an official tonight.

He slowly closed his eyes, mobilized the molten flow in the sixteen furnace fires in his body, separated half of it and condensed it in his heart.

In an instant, the fire in the furnace died down, like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

The ice flow in Chenji's dantian felt that the power guarding him was weakening, and he was immediately ready to move!

It penetrates from Tianshu point and spreads all the way to Chen Ji's whole body.

The long-lost cold hit, and Chenji once again fell into the mysterious and unknown sea of ​​dark clouds, returning to the ancient battlefield.

In the past, he was forced to fall into this place. He was troubled by this nightmare more than once before he was twelve years old. His parents even thought he was seriously ill and took him to see a psychiatrist.

But this time, Chen Ji came back on his own initiative.

As the young monk said, Chen Ji has always had a gambling streak in him, but while others gambled with money, he gambled with his life.

Feeling the mist of the sea of ​​clouds flowing around him, he was like a meteorite penetrating down from the sky, landing on top with black clouds all over his body.

The strange thing is that this time there are no more shouts of death on the ancient battlefield, as if everything has stopped.

Chen Ji saw a three-legged golden crow solidifying in the sky, its tail not trembling at all; he saw a golden feathered arrow passing through the battle formation, but it was suspended in the air by some unknown force, and it was fired with full force.

The man was also frozen in place; he saw a giant rushing towards the battlefield like Kuafu chasing the sun, but stopped with one foot stepping out.

This battlefield is like a huge and lonely amber, imprisoning everything for tens of thousands of years.

However, the emperor who was wearing golden armor, holding a royal flag, and commanding the battle formation was nowhere to be seen.

"You still dare to come here?" A loud voice sounded behind Chen Ji.

Chen Ji suddenly turned around, only to see the man in golden armor standing behind him, looking down at him from the top of the mountain.

He was not afraid and just asked calmly: "What's your name?"

"My name is Xuanyuan."

The sound of the word Xuanyuan was like a loud bell, as if the heaven and the earth were responding, and even the black clouds in the sky were slowly moving away.

Chen Ji asked again: "Who am I?"

Xuanyuan laughed loudly as if he had heard something funny: "You don't remember, you don't remember anything!"
To be continued...