Jiang Lang is definitely not a person who is easy to give up, but he is a little bored. The plan that seemed to be successful was not expected to work in this new emperor, and the reason why it didn't work was that the new emperor was worried that he would use it to strengthen his power and threaten his throne.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lang suddenly felt a little funny. He had never thought of using this to strengthen his power, nor did he think of threatening his throne. He learned from Wang Zhen to control the government affairs. What he wanted to do was just to give these suffering people a chance to breathe. However, in the eyes of others, this became a precursor to his desire to strengthen his power. Although he was a soldier, it did not mean that he advocated force and did not have to use force to conquer the grassland.

"I worry too much!"

Jiang Lang spit out this word lightly, grabbed a bamboo branch next to him, and broke it with a crack, rubbed it hard in his hand a few times, then threw it on the ground, and stomped it hard a few times with his feet.

"Amitabha, donor, all things have their own lives. If you do this, the bamboo will hurt. Don't you think it's too cruel?"

A somewhat old voice suddenly came from beside him.

Jiang Lang suddenly turned his head and saw a monk standing next to him. His hair and eyebrows were all white, but there were no wrinkles on his face. Now he was folding his hands together and bent slightly towards him, looking like a Taoist monk.

"snort!"

Jiang Lang was now angry and snorted coldly, saying, "As a general of the court, fighting on the battlefield has long become commonplace. I have long been used to the so-called life and death. You don't need to say anything to me, I have no interest in knowing it!"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"General, go slowly!"

The old monk shouted in a deep voice, then walked towards Jiang Lang, and said at the same time: "Why don't you listen to me?"

Hearing this, Jiang Lang couldn't help but stop, turned his head to look at the old monk, frowned, and said, "If you have anything, just say it, don't beat around the bush!"

The old monk walked to Jiang Lang about three steps before chanting the Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha, I see that the general seems to be depressed, and I don't know how to say it to me? Maybe I can give some advice to the general!"

Jiang Lang had no good feelings for the monk. He couldn't help but feel disgusted in his heart and said, "You old monk, how could you know if there is something in my heart? And even if there is something in my heart, why should I tell you? I know that it is all the secrets of the court. Are you not afraid of telling you and arresting you later so as not to disclose the secrets?"

Facing Jiang Lang's rudeness, the old monk seemed not angry, but smiled slightly and said, "I am a monk. I have seen through the world and understood life and death."

"Then why don't you die yet!"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but whisper and said, "Forget it, I want to say more to you, it's rare nonsense!"

The old monk took a step forward and whispered: "Do you know why I haven't died yet? And I'm still in this world?"

Jiang Lang was about to leave, but he couldn't help but stop when he heard this, looked up and down at the monk, feeling very bored, and said, "If you want to say it, why do you have to ask you?"

The old monk lowered his head and said slowly: "Amitabha, because...!"

At this moment, the old monk shouted in his voice, "You are not dead yet!" A dagger suddenly appeared in his hand and stabbed Jianglang fiercely.

"assassin!"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but be shocked and retreated violently, but the dagger still cut his skin. Suddenly, Jiang Lang felt a sharp pain in the wound, and then suddenly felt a hint of numbness. When he looked at the other party's dagger, it was blue and swaying, obviously it was extremely poisonous.

"Bastard, there is poison on the dagger!"

Jiang Lang suddenly understood this in his heart, and at this time, the other party's dagger had stabbed at him again. The old monk had a kind-eyed and kind-eyed look just now, but now he became a fierce and evil spirit!

"bite!"

The sound of metal collision sounded in the air. It turned out that at the critical moment, Jiang Lang pulled out his body and intercepted the blow that was stabbing at him. The feeling from his hand told him that the other party was not very strong.

After avoiding it, Jiang Lang suddenly retreated, opened the distance between each other, and stared at each other fiercely. The wound could no longer feel pain, but instead felt a numb feeling. It seemed that the poison on the dagger had already made the nerves of the wound feel.

Holding the numbness on the wound, Jiang Lang pretended to be without any abnormality and said, "Who are you? Why did you assassinate me!"

The old monk looked at Jiang Lang who was not in any strange shape, and his surprise was revealed on his face. The feeling from the dagger just now told him that the person in front of him had been stabbed and was already poisoned. You must know that the dagger was extremely poisonous, so how could he think nothing was wrong?

A look of unwillingness appeared in his eyes and shouted: "The person who wants your life!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Jiang Lang again. Jiang Lang is ready now, so he might be able to succeed. Moreover, when it comes to using a dagger, he is an expert. He is not polite at the moment and goes up to him. No matter who sent the assassin, at least one thing is certain that the other party wants his own life. Now most of his body is a little numb. This shows that this poison is indeed domineering, and Sun Yuanbiao and others are not by his side. If he cannot kill this person before he is unconscious, then he really has no hope.

Jiang Lang is an expert in using daggers, and the enemy in front of him is not very powerful. If he is normal, he can kill him in just a few rounds. However, Jiang Lang is now poisoned, and the toxin has affected his nerves. His reaction naturally slowed down. He didn't even hurt the assassin for several rounds, but he was almost stabbed several times.

Jiang Lang was a little discouraged, and she became more and more aware of her body's feelings. It won't take long before the assassin fell down, but he lay down first. So he made up his mind and deliberately revealed a flaw.

Seeing this, the old monk stabbed a dagger, and this dagger naturally stabbed Jiang Lang. However, before he could come over, his chest suddenly hurt. He looked down and saw a dagger stabbed in his chest, without the hilt of the knife.

Surprised, he staggered back a few steps and fell to the sky.

Jiang Lang suddenly felt his feet soft, and he sat on the ground, stretched out his hand and touched his waist. He saw that the blood flowing out was already black, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The so-called bird-hitting every day has now been pecked by birds in their eyes.

His body gradually became a little numb, and Jiang Lang felt his head a little drowsy, and he felt like he wanted to sleep, and his breathing gradually became a little rapid.

Suddenly, Zi Ling's shadow appeared in Jiang Lang's mind, and his daughter who had just arrived in the world.

Gripping his teeth, Jiang Lang slapped himself hard, but there was no feeling on his face, but the slight pain still shocked Jiang Lang a little dazed. In fact, what he needs most now is not to move, so that the blood will flow slowly, and the toxins will not reach the whole body soon. However, Jiang Lang is very worried now, that is the safety of Zi Ling and others. The assassin has already attacked him, and whether he will also attack Zi Ling is the most worried issue.

After barely standing up, his feet were as if they had stepped on cotton, but Jiang Lang still walked forward in one step, holding everything he could, and finally arrived at the door. Not far away, there was the main hall, Zi Ling and others below.

Now many people are entering and leaving the hall, and there is no panic. It can be seen that there is no accident in the hall, so Zi Ling and others are safe. Jiang Lang's anxious heart suddenly felt comforted. He was about to walk forward, suddenly, a novice monk came out from the corner, walked towards him viciously, holding a poisonous dagger in his hand.

"Does I really deserve this today?"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but think in his heart that he no longer had the strength to resist now, and the toxins had numb all over his body.

"ah!"

A scream attracted Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang barely opened his eyes, and saw that the monk who was rushing towards him suddenly changed his face, and then he pounced on the ground. Behind him was Sun Yuanbiao standing.

Jiang Lang suddenly felt a little relieved, his body softened, he lay down, and on his head was the blue sky.

"General, General!"

Sun Yuanbiao's voice sounded in his ears. Jiang Lang felt that he was being helped up. When he saw that it was Sun Yuanbiao, he smiled reluctantly and asked, "Madam... are the madam and the others safe?"

Seeing Jiang Lang's appearance, Sun Yuanbiao didn't have time to think too much and immediately said, "Mrs. All are safe!"

"I'll be relieved!"

Jiang Lang felt completely relieved, and then felt his eyes turn dark. Then, in front of him, his former comrades suddenly appeared, all of whom were fighting neatly, as if they were welcoming him.

Sun Yuanbiao held Jiang Lang and saw that he was in a coma, he was immediately anxious and shouted: "Come on, the general is injured!"

At this moment, he suddenly felt his hands were wet. When he saw the dark blood in one hand, he didn't have time to think about it, he pulled Jiang Lang's clothes away. He saw two wounds on his body, and now he was emitting black blood and a fishy smell.
Chapter completed!