Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Chapter 134 Appointment with Mo Crow, Canglong 7 Mansions

"Brother Li, brother Wei Zhuang, you..."

Han Fei smiled wryly, South Korea is also one of the Seven Heroes, with more than 10,000 soldiers, and the post of Secretary in South Korea is a high position under the Jiuqing.

Li Changqing said: "The quicksand must stand firmly in the court and the public. The so-called court and the public are naturally courts and rivers and lakes. I understand the calculations of people in the temple, but I don't like it."

"So, I will take care of the affairs of the rivers and lakes after the quicksand."

Wei Zhuang said lightly: "You continue."

The "you" naturally refers to Han Fei.

Han Fei smiled when he heard the words, and continued: "The night curtain is powerful, and the quicksand wants to fully contend with it, such as standing firm in the court. Now, there is finally a gap in the military and political system that the night curtain has dominated for many years."

"Brother Wei Zhuang, if he can successfully enter the Korean military and political system, although he is often restrained, he can also restrain the night."

"Sili is an important position to supervise the military affairs of Xinzheng, the capital of the country. At that time, the defense of the entire capital will pass through Brother Wei Zhuang's eyes, including the palace."

Li Changqing commented: "In this way, the position of Sili is indeed a crucial step for Quicksand to gain a foothold in the court and check and balance the night."

Wei Zhuang slowly sat upright and asked, "Because it's important, everyone wants it. How can you do it?"

Han Fei smiled and said, "So, I should go to my fourth brother's house for a drink."

Li Changqing pondered and said: "I heard that Lord Zuo Yi, who is in charge of the prison, was impeached and dismissed because of negligence in duty, and there is also a vacancy. This position is the first choice for contacting capital criminals and Jianghu warriors."

"If the fourth son wants to show his strength, he must need martial arts experts. He will definitely be interested in this position."

Wei Zhuang said indifferently: "Where is Xiangguo's opening? The position of Sili is impeached and dismissed by him, how can he let others?"

Han Fei replied: "Master Zhang of the Xiangguo has already hated Yemu. If he wins the post of secretary again, he will definitely be hit and retaliated by Yemu. As a politician, he will not easily set up strong enemies."

"At the same time, there is a vacancy in the position of internal history in Korea. Ovary is knowledgeable and talented. He became famous at a young age and is the grandson of the Zhang family. He is the most suitable candidate for the whole country."

Wei Zhuang pursed his lips and said, "Interesting."

As soon as the words fell, Wei Zhuang walked away, the long lotus pond, the long corridor, the black clothes like night, gradually drifting away.

Han Fei smiled and said, "Brother Li, I'm going to drink at my fourth brother's house, are you interested in joining us?"

"No."

Li Changqing looked towards the lotus pond, the cold water reflected the bright moon in the sky, and said slowly: "I still want to see someone."

"Oh!?"

Han Fei asked curiously, "Who?"

Li Changqing smiled and said: "I can't tell Brother Han now, but Brother Han will definitely know in the near future."

"Brother Li's trickery made Han Fei even more curious." Han Fei smiled helplessly and said, "Forget it, Han Fei will leave first."

The cold palace, the cold lotus pond, the long corridor, and the green shirt.

Somewhere in the cold palace, a long river flows. On the top of the gazebo, a man dressed in black squatted on the tiles, chuckling and talking to himself: "In Korea, which is shrouded in night, is the palace full of eyeliner?"

"No one knows this cold palace better than Yemu."

"Its master, its rise, its fall, its mysterious connection with the Canglong Qisu...everything is known to Yemu."

Mo Ya waved his hand, and a black bird feather talisman fell into the long river.

Soon, an undercurrent surged under the long river, and an undercurrent surged up for no reason, and the Toba Talisman was involved.

Is this sudden undercurrent caused by any medium triggered by the bird's feather talisman shot by the ink crow?

Or is this undercurrent always there, just temporarily dormant?Once invaded by external forces, it immediately becomes a strange force that devours everything.

Swish!

The black crow leaped up, soared ten feet into the air, turned around in the air, and fell straight from the sky. The black shadow flashed from the sky, and the water splashed and plunged into the long river in an instant.

He had just dived less than ten meters into the bottom of the river, when suddenly there was an undercurrent around him. This undercurrent was very strange, and it was actually mixed with a black, strange power that looked like a gossamer.

This force surged in, instantly engulfing Mo Ya, countless rivers poured back, and the surrounding water pressure suddenly increased, Mo Ya fell into a violent struggle, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, and his eyes looked around in the undercurrent of madness.

At a certain moment, Mo Ya's eyes lit up, and a roll of bamboo books gushed out from the depths of the water, which seemed to be the goal of his trip.

Seeing this bamboo book, Mo Ya immediately prepared to make a move.

"Uh, eh..."

However, the surrounding water pressure increased at an unimaginable speed, and the black mysterious gas energy almost imprisoned his limbs, making it difficult to move.

After struggling violently for more than a dozen breaths, Mo Crow lowered his head, closed his eyes half-closed, and fell into a state of suspended animation, motionless.

On the calm water surface, the ripples have long since dissipated, leaving only the reflection of a bright moon.

After about three or four breaths, the water surface surged, and a black shadow suddenly appeared.

The ink crow spit out a mouthful of river water, panting heavily, and his long black-gray hair kept dripping.

After taking a deep breath, he quickly swam to the river bank, raised his head and said to himself, "One more brush with death."

Mo Ya is almost used to this feeling, he is no longer afraid of death, only that death is meaningless.

On the surface of the river, the black zhenqi carried an undercurrent, which seemed to surge a few times unwillingly, and after making a strange sound, it escaped to the bottom of the river again and continued to lie dormant.

Mo Crow lowered his head and said, "What is this? It's really weird."

"Fortunately, the things are already in hand."

Mo Ya held the bamboo book in his left hand, wiped off the mud and dirt on the bottom of the river with his right hand, and two words came into his eyes - "Canglong".

"Now, it's time to meet him, too."

Whoosh!

The black clothes flashed, and the black shadow ghost disappeared in an instant.

In the center of the Long River in Lenggong, a small island on a sandbar, under a century-old hibiscus tree.

Li Changqing was sitting on the lawn, with the sapphire sword case on the right standing upright, his right hand resting on the sword case, his head leaning against his right hand, his left hand five fingers lightly tapping the beat on his left knee, his eyes half closed, and he hummed softly.

"...Wait for me to tear apart half a mile of this morning and evening universe"

"Three feet of blue light rotating to wash smoke and dust"

"Drink the strongest wine, love the most beautiful person"

"Look at the sea, the clouds, the high waves and the waves"

"..."

"Teaching mountains and rivers to turn upside down, teaching the earth to crack and the sky to collapse"

"I will support this world"

"Fast life"

"..."

Li Changqing opened his eyes and said lightly: "I never thought you would take the initiative to see me."

Mo Ya was dressed in black, with a slender figure, and his hair was still dripping. He sighed and said, "Why do you live such an enviable life when you are both from the Jianghu?"

Li Changqing said lightly: "How can I be as good as I want, but I want to be ashamed of my heart. I, Li Changqing, seek peace of mind in everything I do. When my heart is at ease, people will naturally be happy."

Mo Ya murmured in a low voice: "How can it be as good as you want, but I want to be worthy of my heart..."

"However, when you have to choose between peace of mind and death, what should you do?"

Li Changqing smiled and replied: "You already have the answer, don't you? Otherwise, why would you take such a huge risk to come to see me?"

Li Changqing stood up gracefully, turned around slowly, faced Mo Crow and said, "Although I don't know what the 'an' in your heart is, why does it make you willing to take risks to see me?"

"But at this moment, you are no longer just a cold killer."

Mo Ya sighed softly, and said: "But... There has always been a saying in the killer industry that when a killer has feelings, he is close to death."

"That's not necessarily true." Li Changqing said: "It depends on your own choice."

Mo Ya threw out the bamboo book and said, "This is my choice."

"You have a quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, I have to go back to my business."

Li Changqing took the bamboo book, raised his eyebrows, looked slightly startled, and blurted out: "Canglong Qisu?!"