Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

The moon is wide at night, and the cool white light penetrates the thin clouds.

Cheng Wanli was ordered to go to the Parallel Palace of Guilin to inquire about Gu Yunxi. He heard that he was too strong to drink at the night banquet and had been arranged to sleep in the palace.

Cheng Wanli immediately felt bad, but he dared not forcefully ask people to leave, so he had to ride the horse back and forth alone.

The horseshoe ran wildly under the quiet moonlight. The Loess Avenue was wide and empty, and the dense trees on both sides retreated at a speed.

Suddenly, the night birds in front of them flew into the air in groups, as if they were frightened. They flapped their wings lifelessly under the night sky, and fluttered into the sky.

In normal times, Lao Cheng Jue would immediately stop the horse and be alert to the movement around him, or move forward or take a detour before making plans.

However, at this time, he is blessed by the secret technique and can only simply execute the command of the surrender of the secret technique, so he can't even think about the abnormal situation in front of him, so his eyes are hollow and he continues to hit the horse.

Two dark shadows poured out from the bushes on one side, and one of them ran straight to the horse's head, and stretched out his arms to **** Cheng Wanli's horse.

Cheng Wanli shook his hand and threw it out fiercely.

The cold wind passed by the ears, "swish" harsh.

The person who attacked Cheng Wanli instantly sensed the danger, and his limbs were clamped in the air and turned around, avoiding the attack in time.

Lao Cheng hurried his horse. The horse raised its head and screamed under the full moon, and its front hoofs rose high, throwing Cheng Wanli off the horse.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, another man in black rushed down the black cloth of his face, his face was full of joy and excitement:

"Cheng Qianhu, we are Brother Sifan who followed Bai Dangtou, don't you recognize us?"

Cheng Wanli's gaze showed a short stagnation, and then his facial features were extremely vicious, one twisted and pulled away and attacked the two first.

"Sir Qianhu, what's wrong with you?"

"We are really from Dongchang Fourth Division, you stop first and listen to us--"

Two men in black jumped up and down around the burly man like a tower to dodge the attack, and tried their best to explain to him:

"Brothers Sifan and Qifan followed the governor to march south, and encountered an adulterer on the way back. This delayed the round with you. Don't be angry..."

"Cheng Qianhu, what is the matter with you!"

The two of them were surprised, and they couldn't figure out why they would behave abnormally without going through Wanli, so they would fight when they met their brothers.

Fifty rounds have passed in a blink of an eye, and Cheng Wanli has become more brave as he fought, and his moves have become more brutal.

He saw an opportunity, flipped his hand with the hard rod of a riding whip and slammed a person under his ribs. He immediately fractured his muscles and cracked loudly.

The man fell to the ground and wailed continuously, and the screaming wailing resounded like a ghost crying in the bleak night.

The other person looked horrified at the sight, his moves slowed down obviously, and the moment Cheng Wanli turned his eyes close, he drove **** to cut out a pair of eyeballs cruelly.

There was a heat in front of him, and his face was full of spicy food.

The poor Fan Wei covered the two blood holes with his hands, and there was a steady stream of red between his fingers.

He was so painful that he lost the strength to shout, and his body would only tremble violently.

Cheng Wanli laughed grinningly at the two defeated generals, and threw away the smashed eyes in his palms.

Just as he was about to lead the horse to continue on his way, there were two figures in black and red blocking his way.

"Wanli, do you even recognize the Governor?!"

Leng Qingtang was dressed in night clothes and stood in front of the strong and mad man with his hands under his hands. His high-stranded black hair was washed away in the night breeze.

The fiery red figure beside him is undoubtedly Yu Xuanji, the former master of the State of Great Yi.

Cheng Wanli's muddy and gray eyes locked tightly to Leng Qingtang's facial features, his brows frowned, as if his mind was trapped by some weird thing, but his head tilted, but he was puzzled.

Soon, he became more maniac, his eyes burning red, and a weird low whimper in his throat.

Staring at the "blocking tiger" in front of him, he was struggling. With a few sounds of fabric tearing, Lao Cheng's two broad arms suddenly expanded for two weeks, and they expanded twice as if they were full of gas, with raised muscles. Completely broke the fan service.

The skin of Lao Cheng's upper body was tense and cracked, the lines of his muscles were undulating, and the many green veins and blood vessels were tangled and raised, clearly visible.

Leng Qingtang was surprised secretly. He hadn't seen him for a few months. He really didn't know who his most loyal subordinates had met and what happened. Why did he become so human and ghost?

Yu Xuanji looked directly at the thousands of families in the East Factory who were distributing the Beatles, and his cold eyes traversed the brilliance. He understood something in his heart, but he refused to speak easily. He just stood by silently, alerting each other's every move at any time.

In front of him, Cheng Wanli's facial features were evil and fierce, waving his arms to attack Leng Qingtang.

"Miles!"

Leng Qingtang has found that something is not quite right.

When he accepted the move, he felt that the arm of Qian Hu was stiff as iron.

Even the most sophisticated martial arts practitioners, the rigid muscles and bones are definitely not the touch that a normal person should have.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred gestures passed, Cheng Wanli suffered internal injuries in many places, and he seemed not afraid of pain at all, and even more tireless, fell to the ground and stood up next to a fish and continued to attack.

As time passed, the battle between Leng Qingtang and Cheng Wanli continued.

Leng Qingtang's own martial arts is strong, and he has not suffered any loss in the process of continuous fighting.

However, Cheng Wanli's situation was very bad. His upper body was damaged in his official clothes, and his body was covered in hot sweat and covered with loess and mud.

After the night breeze blew, the yellow mud soon formed a thin hard shell, very embarrassed.

Seeing the appearance of his beloved subordinate, Leng Qingtang felt compassion for a while, and couldn't bear to make a move. Withdrawing his posture, his eyes are soft and slick:

"Wanli, tell the Governor, what happened to the brothers who stayed behind in the capital during these three months?!"

Cheng Wanli suffered a blow and knelt on one knee, slowly raising his numb head and looking towards Leng Qingtang, bloodshot condensed in the fierce eyes.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there seemed to be a backlog of resentful whimpers in his chest.

When the wind passed, the curled legs of the thousand households suddenly kicked up on the ground, and a eagle swooped toward Leng Qingtang again.

Leng Qingtang's pupils condensed a little, looking up and watching, he was about to parry, rushing into a fiery red face.

Yu Xuanji took the first step in front of Leng Qingtang, twisted his long arms flexibly, and confronted the stunned man five moves, then gathered his strength and threw three palms in a row, hitting the acupoints of the three gates on Lao Cheng.

A tiny slender silver light shook out of the back of his neck, and Cheng Wanli couldn't stop immediately, and when he held his palm-stretching posture for a while, he thought of a puppet that had lost the vertical line, and his body collapsed instantly.

"Wanli? What did you do to him!"

Leng Qingtang chased after him, squatting to check the injuries for his subordinates.

Yu Xuanji took a silver needle from a tree trunk, approached Leng Qingtang and showed it to him:

"Don't worry, there will be nothing wrong with Cheng Wanli. He has just been hit by the Tianyanmen's'body technique', and the silver needle on the main acupoint is forced out by my internal force. People will regain consciousness after a moment of rest."

Leng Qingtang lowered his eyes to see the blood stains on the needle tip, and he was frightened for a while, and the hairs all over his body stood up:

"What kind of sorcery is this? Could it be that someone took advantage of the emptiness during the southern expedition of the governor and controlled the governor's subordinates with the'expelling technique'?"

Yu Xuan Ji smiled dreadfully, his delicate eyes were dyed with the cold light of silver needles:

"The'expelling technique' uses silver needles as a guide to pierce the central nervous system of a person to achieve the purpose of arbitrarily manipulating it. The method is indeed cruel. However, if the silver needle is shot out by internal force, it will not kill people. Danger. Those who can use these sorcery freely must be disciples of Tianyanmen."

"Tianyanmen..."

Leng Qingtang twisted his eyebrows and repeated, suddenly shocked, and thought of someone.

When speaking, Cheng Wanli's slightly curved fingers trembled, his misty eyes suddenly widened, and he sat up.

"Where am I?...Supervisor?"

Seeing the familiar face in front of his field of vision, Lao Cheng was taken aback and shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to try to remember the past.

Leng Qingtang put both hands on Lao Cheng's shoulders, and when he was excited, he did not forget to ask questions:

"How are you feeling, is there any discomfort in you?"

Cheng Wanli looked at Yu Xuanji in confusion, then turned his gaze back, and stared at Leng Qingtang's cheek:

"Supervisor, when did you find the national teacher? Also, when did the scar on your left face heal?"

Although he was confused, Leng Qingtang knew that his subordinates were nonsense, and looked at each other with Yu Xuanji one by one.

Cheng Wanli thought of something suddenly, and shouted in astonishment:

"broken--"

...

Outside the Guiping imperial palace, the new emperor Hua Nanxin led a small group of the imperial army and the attendant Chen Ying and Chen Gonggong, secretly received the owner of Nanzhu Yukun.

The man had a brown-gray cloak, and his face was three-quarters hidden by a wide hood.

The silent moonlight shone on his shoulders, drawing his thin figure even more slender.

Under his feet is a square mahogany lacquer box with a gold-painted lid tightly closed.

From the angle of Hua Nanxin and his subordinates, it is impossible to see the five senses of the comer at all, but this is no longer a mystery.

Because the process of submitting Jade to the new emperor was a means of deliberately showing his true body.

Hua Nanxin stood tall, his sharp eyes locked on the opponent's mouth and nose exposed outside the hood, and smiled lightly:

"Unexpectedly, the prince, you will not only be alive, but you will also take the initiative to come to see me. Not to mention that the prince still carries the jade that the emperor has gifted you with you."

The incoming people bowed their hands, and the cold voice revealed indelible fatigue:

"The minister deceives the emperor should be guilty of death. However, the minister has been rewarded by the emperor of South China for many times, but it is not toothless and unforgettable. This time, there is something to do to the emperor late at night. The minister still misses the emperor's grace and just wants to continue to serve the court. "

Hua Nanxin raised eyebrows cunningly:

"Oh? I have already made an decree to appoint a new navy commander in charge. The emperor has no words to chase after him. Can the prince tell me to turn back and take it back?"

Without blinking, the visitor quickly kicked out the paint box under his feet:

"Even if there is no chance, the minister must create opportunities."

Hua Nanxin looked down and motioned to Duke Chen.

Grandpa Chen stepped forward, crouched and opened the box, he choked his neck and screamed, fell to the ground, and took a few more steps back.

There was a human head in the box, even if the unkempt face was bloodstained, Hua Nanxin recognized its facial features.

The owner of the head is Yao Qi, who is coming to Guiping from the capital and the incoming commander of the Dongqing Navy.

Hua Nanxin gave high fives to the air, saying lukewarmly:

"Okay, okay, Wang Yeguo is a courageous person. So, just tell me, what important news did you use to return your navy camp commander?"

The visitor turned his hand and took off the hood, his face was particularly pale in the cold moonlight.

His lips curled up, his body bowed slightly, and he spoke in a loud voice:

"Min Rui sees the emperor, dare to ask the emperor, is the news of Leng Qingtang's death to you important enough?":,,,