Will Ming

(Thank you for the reward this year, Xiao Shiba, it’s awesome! Thank you friends for the monthly tickets. To be honest, I didn’t expect that there would be so many monthly tickets today. Ten tickets, how exciting! Thank you! In order to thank you for your support , I will try my best to add another update tomorrow, I can’t guarantee it, but I will try my best, because the third update is already a bit difficult, and it is said that there will be heavy rain here tomorrow, and the power system of the small county seems to be facing another test... ...)

Chapter 320 Stepping on an Umbrella

Whether a paper umbrella can kill people depends on who is holding the umbrella.Killing a little general who was temporarily promoted to stabilize the morale of the army is really nothing to Wen Jie.Although, his official position is only a fifth-rank captain, but the key point is that Zheng Zhicheng was promoted by him, he was not appointed by the court, and the Ministry of War did not report for approval. If he was killed, he would be killed. An insignificant person came to offend Wen Jie.

Zheng Zhicheng, with a huge paper flower on his heart, was lying on the muddy ground, so dead that he couldn't die anymore.It's just that his eyes are still very round and big, as if he is unwilling, disbelieving, and unwilling.But his life has been fixed in this rainy day, no matter how unwilling he is, he doesn't believe that he doesn't want to, and he can't change anything.

Wen Jie glanced at the paper umbrella, and whispered a pity.

Then he said to Qing Yuan: "Look, paper umbrellas can also kill people."

Qing Yuan shook her head and said: "No matter how much a paper umbrella can kill people, it is not as good as an iron umbrella. The iron umbrella can not only kill people, but also protect against wind and rain. It can also defend against swords, guns, feathers and arrows. Most importantly, that is my big iron umbrella." .”

Wen Jie smiled and said: "The iron umbrella is just an iron umbrella, and it doesn't mean anything. If you insist on saying that the iron umbrella is better than the paper umbrella, I can only say that in terms of keeping out the rain, the iron umbrella is indeed better than the paper umbrella." This paper umbrella is stronger."

He looked at the rain-soaked brocade clothes on his body, then at the clothes that were tightly attached to Qing Yuan's body, and sighed: "At least, the big black umbrella can easily cover two people."

Qing Yuan bit her lip and shook her head, but stopped talking.

Seeing that her face was not very good-looking, Wen Jie finally said in a low voice: "If you miss the big iron umbrella, I will bring it back for you sooner or later."

"And your iron gun."

Wen Jie looked at Huang Luan and said.

Huang Luan also shook her head and said: "The iron umbrella couldn't stop that man's knife, and the iron spear couldn't pierce that man's heart, so these two things are meaningless, so it doesn't matter whether you want it or not."

"You are more open-minded than her."

Wen Jie smiled.

Huang Luan said indifferently: "Qingyuan wants to get back her big iron umbrella, and I also want to get back my big iron gun, but I want that person's life more, if he doesn't die, the iron gun and iron umbrella will eventually be branded It's a shame. Qingyuan and I will not allow the iron gun and iron umbrella to no longer be pure and clean."

Wen Jie was startled, and shook his head with a wry smile: "From afar, you are more paranoid than her."

"Where is the shame?"

Wen Jie frowned slightly and said: "If it is a shame to lose once, I have too much shame in my life so far. Not to mention losing a meaningless iron gun and a meaningless iron umbrella, it is almost a shame. I lost my life, and I have experienced it more than once.”

He seemed to recall it for a while and said: "When Pingnanchen was in Pingnanchen, I went into Nanchen Palace to arrest Nanchen Emperor Chen Shubao. Two swords, that day he protected Chen Shubao and fled into the harem. Chen Shubao took Zhang Lihua and jumped into the dry well to hide. He put on Chen Shubao's dragon robe and fled to drive away the pursuers. Han Qinhu and the others went into the palace to search. Then go after the false emperor."

"I knew he was a fake emperor, but I still went after him, because I knew that there was a master swordsman in Nanchen Palace. How could I be content if I didn't fight him?"

"That fight was really hearty enough, but I couldn't beat him. His two knives were too powerful, and I was no match for him. I remember that I got thirteen knives in total, and only injured him once. If I get stabbed again, maybe I will go to the underworld to report to the judge."

"But he is dead, and you are still alive, so you are the winner, and he is defeated after all."

Huang Luan thought for a while and said seriously.

"No, because he is bright enough, and I am dark enough."

Wen Jie suddenly smiled, and laughed at himself: "My knife is poisoned, but his knife is very clean."

"Another time, in Daxing City, when I met Zhang Zhongjian for the first time, he was planning to enter the palace to plot evil. I stopped him and asked him what he was going to do. He said he was going to the palace to slap the emperor seventeen times. He refused, so they fought. Now that I think about it, what impresses me the most is not his unparalleled boxing skills, but why he slapped seventeen times, why not eighteen or sixteen? "

"why?"

Qing Yuan asked.

"Because he's just a drunkard, and he said seventeen in passing."

Wen Jie said seriously: "It's just such a drinking talk that has troubled me for many years. That time Zhang Zhongjian failed to enter the palace, and I also failed to catch him. He is not good at weapons, and it is difficult to get close to me. In front of me, so I naturally took advantage. Later, another man named Zhai Rang came. The two of them teamed up, and I was no match. That day was also very dangerous. Maybe I will be beaten up by the two of them."

Being beaten up by Zhai Rang and Zhang Zhongjian naturally has no good end.

After talking about these two things, Wen Jie smiled and said: "Look, if I just said it casually, there are two shameful things in your opinion, especially the first one, I still feel that even now I think about it. It's shameful, the Wang family's sword skills are really amazing, even if I fight him now, I still can't beat him. So, apart from making me feel very annoyed, what's the point of humiliation?"

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"My lord, after we cross the Yellow River, should we speed up our progress?"

Huang Luan glanced at the soldiers resting under the tree in the rain and asked.

Now there are three kinds of people in Wen Jie's team, one is the Longting Guard, the other is the Fubing, and the other is the Forbidden Army.These three types of people can be clearly distinguished by looking at their appearance in the rain, and there is no need to make any effort to identify them.The first type, those who sat on the ground under the tree completely disregarding the wind and rain, seized the time to rest and were still in the mood for joking, were the Tai Sui soldiers.The second type, who frowned and kept looking down at himself, feeling sorry for the brocade clothes on his body and the leather boots on his feet, was Long Tingwei.The third type, who kept cursing the damn weather, wishing to find someone to do their best, was naturally the Imperial Army.

Wen Jie shook his head and said, "After crossing the Yellow River, we still have to go county by county and visit local officials one by one."

"There must be someone in the court who doesn't understand you."

Qing Yuan said with some worry.

"Your Majesty just needs to understand, why should I care what other people think?"

Wen Jie chuckled lightly and said, "It's enough for His Majesty in this world to trust me, but you also need to care about what other people think, do, do, and do?"

When he said this, his face suddenly changed, and a gleam of sadness flashed between his brows.

"Your Majesty is the highest and strongest in the world!"

He seems to be reminiscing, but also seems to be convincing himself.

This sentence is not very coherent with the previous words, but both Qing Yuan and Huang Luan knew what the lord remembered.The world of the Sui Dynasty was already in chaos. No matter where the emperor was, his will would be useless within five hundred miles.The highest and strongest person in the world is now only living in the peaceful and prosperous world fabricated by Pei Ju and Yu Shiji.The emperor didn't like to hear people rebel, so there was no rebellion in the already rotten world.Your Majesty doesn't like to hear about natural disasters and man-made disasters, so Da Sui hasn't had any disasters for several years.Your Majesty likes auspiciousness, so when he conquered Liaodong for the first time, auspiciousness continued.His Majesty didn't like Xiangrui when he conquered Liaodong for the second time, so none of them came out.

The three stood there, silent.

At this moment, the corners of Wen Jie's eyebrows suddenly twitched. He raised his head and looked into the distance. His gaze passed through the rain and landed on a high slope several hundred meters away. A horse, holding a big, big black umbrella in its hand.The black umbrella was originally held by the man under his armpit, and he unfolded it when he was on the high slope. Perhaps because he lacked strength, or he was not familiar with the black umbrella, his movement of unfolding the black umbrella was a bit jerky and clumsy.

However, after the man unfolded the black umbrella, he shook it provocatively a few times, which was extremely skillful.

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"Longting Guard!"

When Qing Yuan saw the man on horseback unfurl the black umbrella, her eyes immediately turned sharp and cold.She took a step forward, pointing at Gao Po from a distance: "Longtingwei! Take down that man, and he will live!"

Dozens of Longting Guards immediately got on their horses and urged their mounts to rush towards Gaopo.The rain that started to fall last night was much lighter at this time, but it was still dense, so when it hit the Dragon Court Guard cavalry, a layer of white bounced off them, as if they were wearing a white armor.

The man standing on the high slope saw Long Tingwei go towards him, he seemed to yell, then turned his horse's head and ran away.

He turned around and went down the high slope, but he was nowhere to be seen again. Dozens of Dragon Court cavalrymen went up the high slope and then rushed down, but their backs were also gone.

"The person here is very strong!"

Huang Luan took a look at Wen Jie and said: "There are government soldiers and rangers on the outside, and scouts are also released in the distance, but he can still get within a mile of us, it's not that this person is very skilled in martial arts and killed that one by himself. All the scouts and rangers in the direction, that is, he has many helpers."

Wen Jie nodded, but did not speak.

After waiting like this for about half an hour, Qing Yuan's face became more and more ugly.

"I go!"