Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 60 Zhao Wen's Plan

"What, you want me and Ruomei to go to Las Vegas?"

Gong Baosen's voice was full of anger, since he started practicing martial arts in his youth, he has never been afraid of anyone, and now all warriors in the world mention the word Gong Baosen, who is respectful.

Now that there is danger, the two disciples actually let themselves avoid to other countries, which is simply an insult to him.

There was a firm look in Ma San's eyes, but he didn't say a word but looked at Zhao Wen, obviously knowing that he was not good at words.

"Master, at this time when the mountains and rivers are broken, my senior brother and I can't continue to practice martial arts at home, but the two of us are in great danger. Once people find out, this courtyard may be swept away by the angry Kwantung Army in an instant. flat ground!"

"Master, even if you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your junior sister?"

"I'm not afraid of death. People in the Gong family can bleed and bleed, but they will never run away. I want to be with you two!" Gong Ruomei said as coldly as ice, her face already covered with frost.

"You are not afraid of death. Nowadays, warriors are dying every day, and even some weak bones have turned to the Kwantung Army. If we stay here, life and death are unpredictable. If we all stay, are we going to let Xingyi, Bagua and the sixty-four hands of the Gong family It cannot be lost!"

Looking at Gong Ruomei, Zhao Wen said seriously: "This is the painstaking effort left by our ancestors. If it is lost directly, how can we be worthy of the spirits of our ancestors!"

"Enough!" Gong Baosen's voice was weak, but it made Gong Ruomei stop arguing.

"Clean up, we'll leave here in the afternoon!" Gong Ruomei looked at her father who was obviously much older, with a bit of softness and helplessness in Gong Ruomei's stubborn eyes.

"Buzz!"

A shock sounded in his mind, which was a reminder that the task had been completed, but Zhao Wen still looked forward.

A carriage drove three people away slowly, and a sachet with some warmth was delivered to Zhao Wen: "I will wait for you in Las Vegas!"

Looking down at the sachet, Zhao Wen had a wry smile on his face, he knew what Gong Ruomei meant.

Compared with the men Gong Ruomei usually sees, the handsome but gentle self is definitely attractive enough.

And because this is a gift of more than [-] catties of gold and he is studying abroad in the West, coupled with the demeanor of a big Qin prince, he is obviously a child of the top rich family.

Gong Baosen, who has only this one daughter, is also willing to let his daughter marry such a person, so as to stay away from the disputes in the rivers and lakes.

But Zhao Wen knew that he and Gong Ruomei were not suitable.

It's not just because the other party is the heroine, taking it away requires too much luck in the world.

It is also because of the stubborn and stubborn Gong Ruomei, who will never be like Lu Zhi, Qu Ruo, Jing Rou, and Zhao Shan, who will be a little woman by her side and exist completely dependent on herself.

After the master left, Ma San next to him seemed to have flames of ambition in his eyes, wanting to burn everything around him.

All along, his name is Ma San, Gong Baosen's eldest disciple, and he exists attached to his master, but today the master has left, and it is time for him, Ma San, to establish his own name again.

"If senior brother can kill for a full year, then you will be the biggest hero outside this pass, and you will have a great reputation in the whole world!"

Zhao Wen remembered that there were quite a few people who joined the Kwantung Army with Ma San, whether it was for fame or profit, with Ma San's ambition, he could completely abandon everything when he was fighting for a goal.

It is definitely not good for such a person to lead a large army, but leading dozens of people to fight guerrilla warfare can definitely become the biggest trouble for the Kwantung Army, because he is ruthless enough!
"I'll go get in touch first. I'll wait for senior brother here tomorrow morning, and I'm sure I've already prepared the weapons and money you need, senior brother!"

"Hahaha, I'm waiting for good news from you, Junior Brother!" Ma San has absolute confidence in whether Zhao Wen can bring the firearms he needs most now. As for firearms, Ma San's heart was already full of enthusiasm.

Walking around the city in a slow but fast pace, coupled with the constant conversations of pedestrians on the road, Zhao Wen already had a clear understanding of the surrounding environment.

Sitting fixedly on the top of a mountain, he glanced at a small military camp in the distance. What he had to do had to be done at night. After all, Zhao Wenke had never thought of handing over the weapons in the biochemical world to Ma. Three hands.

Any items that are beyond this era must be cautious before sending them out, let alone items that have such a huge impact as modern firearms.

In the original plot, Ma San became a traitor because of his ambition, but now because of his ambition, he is also bewitched by himself to fight guerrilla warfare with the Kwantung Army. Will he make other choices.

Reaching out his hand, he took out a handwritten book from his pocket and turned it over. It was left for him by his master Gong Baosen before he left. From the very beginning of horse gait to stance and the method of practicing marrow and viscera. Bag.

Obviously, this master who left after only worshiping for one day really regarded himself as his disciple teaching, if not for his unwillingness to leave, Ma Sanyi might be the only person left this time.

After slowly flipping through, Zhao Wen sighed softly.

The technique is very good, if it appears in the eyes of warriors of this era, it is enough to make any warrior crazy, but it is no longer suitable for me now.

Martial artists in this era practice martial arts from childhood to adulthood with constant horse steps every day, using this as the foundation to improve a little every day.

Because Zhao Wen's body is too strong, many martial arts practitioners have worked hard all their lives, and their bodies are far from being comparable to Zhao Wen's now. Zhao Wen put all his attention into it.

If it is an ordinary person, such a practice will take at least a few months of weakness before he can recover, but it can be regarded as opening the door to cultivation.

However, Zhao Wen has hundreds of years of internal energy in his body. When his body needs nutrients most, he absorbs these internal forces as nutrients, and his body has been upgraded to an extremely high level.

Only after his body rebalances in the later stage can he continue to practice.

For warriors in this world, even if they eat raw ginseng for thousands of years, they probably won't be able to have such an effect.

But since he already knew that the internal force used as nutrients to replenish the body is more powerful than the best tonic, how could Zhao Wen, who has the Shimen space, just wait for the nutrients in the cells to flow back into the blood and bones.

Zhao Wen has now decided to deal with the affairs of this world in the shortest possible time, and then enter the world of Xiao Li Feidao.

He wants to maximize the efficiency of the Beiming Divine Art, so that his body can achieve a complete internal and external balance in the shortest possible time.

(End of this chapter)