During the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, the imperial court wanted to combine the three ancient cities of Panyu into one, so it expanded the North City for five miles to the north. The Elephant Hill was also dug through, and it was completely separated from the connected Yuexiu Mountain. However, such a huge project was not completed.

Injuring every brick and tile of this mausoleum hidden deep in the mountain.

During the Shunzhi period, Li Chengdong, who rebelled against the Qing Dynasty and returned to the Ming Dynasty, turned this place into a strategic defensive position in order to resist the two kings from entering Guangdong. It was connected with the three forts in Baoji, Yongning and Qiding in the north. The mountains and forests on the hills were cleared.

, Gongji Fort was built on the spot to protect the north city of Guangzhou, but it also virtually added a protective shell to the mausoleum in Xianggang.

It was not until after the founding of New China that the People's Liberation Army settled here and took a fancy to the strategic location of Xianggang. They dug bunkers here as a military restricted area and hid them underground for decades. It was not until June 1983 that an engineering team built a

During the infrastructure construction, the roaring excavator broke the eternal silence in the tomb, and also shattered the dream of King Wen of South Vietnam to hide in the underground palace for thousands of years, singing and dancing...

"Zhenren Li, I'm not interested in what you're talking about. I just invited you here today to discuss one thing in detail..."

Jiang Wen stood with his head held high, his Taoist robes spotless, not at all deceived by the long gaze.

Li Xinghe suddenly felt a little suffocated. It was a sense of oppression on the verge of life and death, as if a sword was pressed against his throat. The slight stinging sensation and the strong smell of blood were invented out of thin air, and it was very likely to come true.

He knows that if what he says is not of interest to the other party, then he has probably lost the opportunity to try again, and there is only one fate for those who have lost their use value.

But in Li Xinghe's eyes, living forever is a temptation that no one can resist. Why would a secret like this that was enough to impress Shang Kexi run into trouble in front of Jiang Wen and be abandoned by him like a piece of shit?

"I need a way to make Shang Kexi obedient."

Jiang Wen said slowly.

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Low voices rang out in the dark room, with the smell of blood, wailings and blood-curdling sighs floating around, but it was clear that a wall away from here was a Zen forest filled with incense and endless Buddhist chants.

"Who did it?"

Hundreds of people were in a ruined hall, with wooden boards nailing the walls and windows, and heavy shackles on their bodies, so that they could only huddle on the ground. No one knew who was speaking in the darkness, and no one dared to

When he opened his mouth to echo this question, he could only repeat the same question that had been in his mind for thousands of times. At the same time, he coldly watched who would be the next person to be beaten to pieces.

Zhou Long hid in the corner of the cell and lamented that fortunately he was practicing Shaolin Vajra Kung Fu. His body and flesh had been tempered for a long time. Now the injury on his back looked tragic, but in fact it was just a skin injury. He would be able to raise two children if he went out.

The sky will be fine.

Pingnan Palace is also very interesting.

They deliberately distinguished the captured martial arts people and imprisoned them in categories according to the traces of martial arts training on their bodies, deliberately distinguishing the masters of swords and swords. Today, the prisoners here are all masters of boxing and kicking kung fu, which is far away from the other prison where masters of swords and swords are arrested.

They were separated, and Zhou Long didn't know the situation on the other side.

But at least on Zhou Long's side, Shang Kexi's men tortured very purposefully, probably with the idea of ​​recruiting his subordinates, so they did not use those brutal tortures, but just kept arresting people, tortured them, and interrogated them.

But they didn't give them any food or drink, just waiting for these people's will to be completely broken and they surrendered on their own initiative.

Zhou Long secretly lamented that there was no way of judging people here. They were clearly using the method of beating an eagle. Fortunately, he was strong enough to bear it, and he screamed the most miserably every time he was beaten. If he continued like this for two more days, someone would probably come to make a fool of himself.

When the time comes, all you have to do is commit yourself to it.

But it is obvious that not everyone in the prison has such good luck. There will always be people who are given special care because their bones are too hard. For example, he saw Fan Xinghan being taken out before, only to be released after a long time with injuries all over his body.

"Gang Leader Fan, I have hidden some golden sore medicine powder here. You should quickly apply the medicine and sleep against the wall so that no outsiders find out."

Zhou Long used the weak light to identify the people, and finally touched the side of a seriously injured person. He said in his smallest voice, "Guangzhou has been experiencing cold, damp and hot weather recently. In case of gangrene in the prison, the blood stasis and heat intersect."

, it’s difficult to deal with bone gangrene..."

Zhou Long has been practicing martial arts all year round and always has medicine for injuries with him, and this time he just used it to do favors with Guang.

"Thank you very much for your kindness."

The man lying on his side had lost energy and blood due to the trauma, and was unable to ejaculate. He reached out to take the wound medicine and applied it on himself in a daze. After a long time, he slowly turned his head and looked at the other person with a slight doubt.

"...What did you call me just now?"

Zhou Long suddenly felt something was wrong, so he squinted his eyes and looked hard, and then realized that the person in front of him looked younger. It was not Fan Xinghan, but Wen Tailai, who was also broad-mouthed and rough-looking.

It just so happened that the two of them were now equally slovenly, with disheveled beards and hair. In the dim and blurry environment, even a sharp-eyed person like Zhou Long mistook them.

"...I call you Wen Daxia!"

Zhou Long quickly changed his words, took advantage of the situation, sat down next to him, and whispered about his injuries.

Among the masters of boxing and kicking, Wen Tailai, the thunderbolt master, was the most famous at this time, so he was also given "special care" this time. For some reason, he was tortured and interrogated twice as often as ordinary people, in order to force him to reveal the whereabouts of the assassin. But Wen Tailai

Lai was worthy of being a tough guy, but he didn't speak a single word, nor did he reveal the whereabouts of the other heads of the Red Flower Club, and was then helplessly released.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But according to Zhou Long's vague guess, might Pingnan Palace have also admitted the wrong person, so they blamed Wen Tailai for Fan Xinghan's torture?

But this is even more strange. Fan Xinghan seems to have never come back since he was taken out. Could it be that he has successfully escaped from prison?

"Daxia Wen, how did you get caught?"

Zhou Long was a little curious. It was not difficult for a man as agile as Wen Tailai to fight his way out of the siege alone. He shouldn't have fallen into the hands of Prince Pingnan. He would never be like himself, blocked by officers and soldiers in an alley to catch turtles.

Bar?

Wen Tailai did not speak. Out of his feelings for the brothers of the Red Flower Society, he did not want to tell others that he was assassinated and tied up with chains to protect Xu Tianhong, a martial arts incompetent.

There was still silence in the darkness, but Zhou Long knew that many people must be looking here and listening with their ears pricked up. Regardless of whether Wen Tailai was willing to answer or not, he had to face this deadlock.

So Zhou Long hesitated for a while and slowly asked another question.

"Daxia Wen, it is said that there is a master of swordsmanship among the assassins. Do you think he can..."

Even the breathing stopped in the dark cell. Wen Tailai, who was pretending to sleep, turned around and sat up, his eyebrows were stern, and the shackles on his hands creaked as he pulled.

The martial arts people present have been divided into different groups. Except for those who are familiar with each other, none of the relatives and friends who have acted together recently believe it. They also believe that the assassination was planned by others, causing the blame to spread to them.

To put it bluntly, everyone only believes what they see and hear, but does not believe others' swearings. However, no one can give a reason why the assassination is gratifying, let alone produce definite evidence to report, so they can only keep silent.

Silently, they looked at each other suspiciously.

The one with the loudest voice among these speculations seems to be the Red Flower Society.

Regardless of the number of martial arts masters, the size of their personnel, or the distribution of their areas of expertise, they all seem to be most satisfied with their status as assassins. At least they don't need to cooperate with each other like other sects to assemble such a luxurious lineup.

Sensing the sudden stiffness in the atmosphere, Wen Tailai frowned, his voice full of confusion.

"Do you doubt Taoist Master Wuchen?"

Zhou Long quickly explained: "Don't dare, I'm just curious whether Taoist Master Wuchen was with you three days ago..."

The euphemistic expression did not satisfy Wen Tailai, so he slightly raised his voice, which also attracted the attention of other prisoners.

"It can't be Taoist Master Wuchen. He has been with us these past few days."

Wen Tailai's words were very resounding, "Don't you know that although the Taoist priest is excellent in swordsmanship, he has a broken arm. When dancing with a sword, his body moves differently from ordinary people. To use a fast sword, you need to use both hands and feet. It is very unusual. This matter must not be faked."

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There was silence in the darkness, followed by indistinguishable whispers.

Wen Tailai's explanation is indeed very convincing. Taoist Master Wuchen lost his arm, so he could only repeatedly press his feet on the ground when wielding the sword. He used the force to maintain the balance of the body, and then used the chain of missing legs to hide the sword.

His omens and posture are completely different from those of ordinary masters.

If the person who made the move that day was using Master Wuchen's Soul-Chasing Life-Destroying Sword, then there would be almost no need for him to mask his face. Just the swing of his empty sleeves would instantly reveal his identity.

After Wen Tai said all this, he turned over and continued to pretend to sleep, but his heart was far from as calm as he appeared on the surface.

The explanation just now was out of brotherhood, specifically to clear the grievances of Taoist Wuchen, but in fact on the day of the assassination of Shang Kexi, the Honghua Society was lurking outside Guangxiao Temple as they expected, and was also looking for opportunities to assassinate him.

Still gratifying.

Wen Tailai still remembered that on a rainy day, he was watching the royal carriages and horses in front of Guangxiao Temple attentively, while Chen Jialuo behind him was having a heated discussion with several leaders on how to act and how to protect the overall situation.

Wen Tailai originally wanted to turn around and participate in the discussion, but what made Wen Tailai stunned was that long before they waited for an opportunity to attack, there were sudden bursts of strange noises in Guangxiao Temple. After crossing the courtyard wall, they saw a martial arts master fighting.

The sword penetrated into it, its moves were unpredictable, both hard and soft, and it only missed Shang Kexi's death on the spot.

Under this situation, Chen Jialuo finally made up his mind to take action. At this time, several groups of assassins appeared, and they seemed to be mixed up in the chaos. The masked assassins interfered with each other, and eventually the chaos at the door became chaotic.

After the fight, when the dust settled, the situation was not good, and these assassins who came from nowhere dispersed, and even the Red Flower Society had to return in defeat.

According to what Wen Tailai saw, there was not just one group of assassins that day, but at least three or four groups of assassins with different identities and the same purpose. They were all affected by the swordsman's reckless actions, and this finally evolved into a complicated and confusing situation that day.

Assassination operation.

Therefore, the rumors that the assassins were well coordinated and well-organized were all a misunderstanding caused by fate. What he couldn't tell was whether the assassins on that day would be locked up in this toilet together now.

Pretending to be innocent, he wanted to distance himself from the relationship and poured dirty water on the Red Flower Society...

"Then who could it be?"

Zhou Long leaned against the wall slumped, "There are only a few sword masters in the city, there can't be any we don't know about..."

Mutual suspicion and suspicion are still spreading. They have not been eliminated by the elution of Taoist Wuchen's suspicion. On the contrary, everyone is more eager to find new objects of suspicion.

At this moment, someone suddenly said in the darkness.

"Most of the sword masters in Guangzhou are well-known, but there is only one person who we have never seen him use a sword, but he has gained such a great reputation. I didn't understand this method before, but now it seems to be full of suspicion."

The sound of rain on the porch hit the nailed window lattice, and everyone was silent. They slowly recalled the scene where they gathered together three days ago. It seemed that there was indeed a martial arts figure who was praised by everyone and rose to fame. At the same time, he was also dubbed a certain person.
Chapter completed!