The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

"I prefer good wine to things like admiring the moon."

With that said, Han Fei raised the wine bottle and drank it leisurely, with a chic and carefree manner.

Seeing Han Fei drinking and having fun, Zi Nu shook her head and smiled slightly, and said, "Alcohol is bad for your health. I advise you to drink less. Han Chen suddenly came to South Korea, and there is bound to be some action at night. What do you think about this?"

Wei Zhuang said indifferently: "Ji Wuye is ambitious, and Han Chen has a noble status. He will definitely try his best to win him over to strengthen himself."

His tone was very cold, but every word he said was very reasonable.

Zi Nu nodded and agreed: "I think so."

Then, she looked at Han Fei who was drinking, and asked with a smile, "Master Jiu is a Confucian disciple. If it were you, would you accept Ji Wuye's invitation?"

Among the three people in the private room, only Han Fei was born in Confucianism, and only he could guess what Han Chen was thinking.

Han Fei put down his wine glass, showing a embarrassed look, and said, "Mr.'s mood is ethereal and unfathomable. I can't guess it."

I mean, I don't know either.

Hearing Han Fei's words, Zi Nu was slightly silent, feeling a little worried.

If Han Chen chooses to help Ji Wuye, then the entire Confucianism will respect Han Chen's decision and help Ji Wuye.

If this is the case, Quicksand will be very passive!

However, Han Fei continued: "However, my Confucianism advocates loyalty to the emperor and serving the country, and Ji Wuye has a heart of disobedience. Mr. will not know, so I infer that he will reject Ji Wuye."

"It's better to be like this!" Zi Nu breathed a sigh of relief.

Next to him, Wei Zhuang said leisurely, "For the current Quicksand, whether Han Chen helps Yemu or not is not something to be happy about."

Han Fei and Zi Nu raised their heads together and looked at Wei Zhuang suspiciously. Han Fei asked, "Brother Wei Zhuang, why did you say that?"

Wei Zhuang said indifferently: "Today's South Korea is chaotic enough, and Han Chen's arrival will inevitably cause even greater turmoil. This is not what Liusha wants to see."

The interior of South Korea is complicated, the night, the quicksand, the palace, the fourth son, and the prince's mansion, these forces are constantly at odds with each other, and it is difficult to maintain a balance.

Once Han Chen's Confucianist forces get involved in South Korea, the balance will inevitably be disrupted, and the situation will immediately become chaotic.

"Brother Wei Zhuang's opinion, Han Fei disagrees."

After understanding what Wei Zhuang meant, Han Fei shook his head and smiled, stood up, and said, "If you don't break the existing balance, you can't establish a new one. South Korea now needs an icebreaker."

"In addition, my Confucianism is based on benevolence and righteousness, and I never intervene in disputes between countries. Mr. Han is a great sage of Confucianism, refined and noble, a gentleman of benevolence and righteousness, so it is by no means a bad thing for him to come to Korea."

As a Confucian student, Han Fei welcomed Han Chen's arrival.

After hearing Han Fei's explanation, Wei Zhuang was expressionless and didn't agree much, but he didn't refute it either.

At this time, Zi Nu opened her cherry lips and said leisurely: "Whether it is good or bad, we will know after a long time. What we have to do now is to treat it with caution and be careful of the dark night."

Han Fei paced, walked to the window, looked at a blood moon, and said: "When I was studying Confucianism, my husband was in retreat, so I haven't had the chance to meet each other. It is a pity in my life. Now that I am traveling in Korea, Just make up for this regret."

Zi Nu's eyes were full of wisdom, and she smiled and said: "Young Master, as a disciple of Confucianism, and the ninth son of South Korea, you should pay a visit because of emotion and reason."

Next to him, Wei Zhuang turned around slowly and walked towards the door of the private room. Han Fei, who had his back to the window, spoke coldly and without any emotion.

"You can visit him, I have to go before."

Before the words fell completely, he had already turned into a golden light and disappeared in front of Han Fei.

Han Fei and Zi Nu had long been used to Wei Zhuang's sudden departure.

Han Fei shrugged, sat back in his seat, picked up the bronze wine bottle, and while drinking, talked to Zi Nu about the Confucian legend about Han Chen.

Chapter 44: The Ancient Jujube Garden of the Yellow Emperor, Assassinated by the Prime Minister (2/3)

Xinzheng City, eighty miles away, is the ancient jujube garden of the Yellow Emperor.

A blood moon like a hook hangs high in the sky, and the bloodthirsty crimson moon glow quietly sprinkles in the jujube forest, adding a hideous beauty to the night.

"Sir, the jujube trees here are huge."

Standing in the dense jujube forest, there are towering trees in front of him, and Gan Luo's young body looks even smaller.

Han Chen nodded with a smile on his face and said, "It is said that the jujube trees in this garden were planted by Emperor Xuanyuan himself, and it has a history of thousands of years."

"Thousands of years of history!"

Hearing Han Chen's explanation, Gan Luo's eyes widened, and he looked at the jujube tree in front of him again.

The two of them arrived in South Korea yesterday, and then drove to Xinzheng by carriage and horse. They happened to pass by Zaoyuan. Han Chen stopped the carriage and stopped to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Zaoyuan.

A jujube tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, the pavilion is like a cover, and the trunk is like a wall. It is estimated that five people can hug it. Swaying gently, the scenery is very beautiful.

Han Chen smiled and said: "Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor is an ancient emperor and the ancestor of the humanities of the Central Plains. Master Xun once told me that when Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor was ninety-nine years old, he met Taiyi Daoist and Taiyi in this ancient jujube garden. Taibai Jinxing, then go away with the wind, and become immortal!"

For the legendary Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, Han Chen is very yearning. Now talking about the legend, there is always a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ascension to Immortal!"

Hearing Han Chen's words, Gan Luo looked at the jujube forest in front of him, dazed and speechless for a while.

call!

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through the jujube orchard, and it was so cold that the branches and leaves of the jujube trees shook, causing green waves to rise in the forest.

The smile on Han Chen's face disappeared, and a layer of severe frost suddenly appeared. Looking at the direction deep in the forest, he said coldly: "There are always some people who don't know the heights of heaven and earth, and come to disturb Han's elegance!"

The tone was very unhappy, and it even implied murderous intent.

Gan Luo followed Han Chen's gaze and looked into the darkness ahead.

Under the blood moon, behind the huge jujube tree, a few black shadows slowly came, with the long sword unsheathed in his hand, shining with a cold light, and then a few more people came out from the surrounding, the same light of the sword was deep and cold , already surrounded them.

"Sir, what shall we do~.?"

After all, Gan Luo was only a ten-year-old boy. Seeing that the other party was crowded and unfriendly, he couldn't help feeling a little scared in his heart.

Han Chen patted Gan Luo's shoulder lightly, and lightly taught him: "Fear is the epitaph of the weak, and you are destined to be a strong man!"

The strong must get used to fear and overcome it.

"Mister's teachings, Gan Luo will keep in mind!"

After listening to Han Chen's words, Gan Luo nodded heavily, and the fear on his face disappeared, replaced by bravery and fearlessness.

"One point is easy to understand, and children can be taught."

Seeing the courage in Gan Luo's eyes, Han Chen nodded with satisfaction.

The sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. This is why Han Chen wants to take Gan Luo to travel around the world.

Only by close contact with death can one grow rapidly.

"Han Chen, you are already on the verge of death, and you still have the time to teach your disciples, it's ridiculous!"

In the darkness, there was a mocking sound.

A man with a sword in a black cloth mask stood in front of many men in black, staring at Han Chen in front of him, full of disdain and contempt.

The other thirty-five black-clothed assassins all covered their faces, and they were very respectful to the masked man.

Obviously, this person is the leader of the group.

Standing proudly under the blood moon, with the ancient tree behind him, he glanced at the man in black, "If you are really confident, you won't be masked."

The fact that he didn't dare to show his true colors was to show that he was not fully sure about assassinating Han Chen, and the other was that he was afraid of failing in the assassination and involving the mastermind behind it.

At this moment, not far from the jujube forest, on a desolate hill.

"Thirty-six swordsmen from the Prime Minister's Mansion assassinated Han Chen and Lu Buwei at the same time. It's really a big deal."

The red-haired Xuan Jian, with black and white swords on his back, stood quietly on the hill, with a bloody moon hook on his back, staring at the situation in the jujube forest with a hint of interest in the corner of his mouth.

"The last time I saw Han Chen, he was only in the first level of the ultimate. In just two months, he has stepped into the third level of the ultimate. It is really amazing talent!"

Sensing Han Chen's domineering aura, Xuan Jian's eyes flashed approval.

Xuan Jian has seen countless people in his life, and has seen many talented teenagers, but it is the first time he has met someone who can break through consecutively in a short period of time like Han Chen.

"However, these thirty-six Xiangfu swordsmen are not easy to deal with. Among them, there are eighteen people in the first level, ten people in the second level, and eight people in the third level. Even if the old man meets them, I'm afraid it will be troublesome. gone."

"Besides, Han Chen is dragged down by a child, I'm afraid it will be a fierce battle."

Thinking of these key issues, Xuan Jian's eyes grew more anticipation. Then, he stopped thinking about other things, fixed his eyes on the battle situation below, and quietly observed.

In the jujube forest.

Gan Luo, who was only ten years old, stood beside Han Chen, clenched his fists tightly, looked around, and was ready to attack the enemy at any time.

The battle was imminent, Han Chen held the scabbard in his left hand, and his eyes flickered with coldness.

"...Brothers, don't talk nonsense with him, kill them both, and let's go back to work together!"

"That's right, kill!"

shhhhhh!

The sound of shouting for killing fell, and more than thirty masked swordsmen rushed forward in unison, rushing towards Han Chen who was surrounded from four directions at the same time.

Buzz!

More than [-] long swords that had been unsheathed for a long time made sword sounds as they moved fast. In the middle of the night when the blood moon was hanging high, it was extraordinarily cold and chilling.

"Since you are in a hurry to die, Han will help you!"

After the cold words fell, Han Chen's eyes were fixed, and he shot forward one step, facing the three masked swordsmen rushing in the front row, his slender and powerful right hand suddenly clenched the handle of Can Hong's sword.

groan! !

A scarlet cold light, (Qian Qian Zhao) shot out from Canhong's scabbard.

The Remnant Rainbow Sword was so brilliant that it instantly illuminated half of the forest. The red glow was so dazzling that it took one's breath away.

"Fifteen life-threatening swords, the sky is full of the moon!"

The incomparably sharp Remnant Rainbow Sword turned into a crimson moonlight, the radiance was extremely condensed, like a blood-colored horse, and it directly blasted at the three people in front of it with the fierce momentum of cutting everything.

bang bang bang!

The three of them waved their swords to block at the same time, but Canhong was so sharp, and at the moment he was infused with true energy by Han Chen, they couldn't stop them at all, and they were cut in half together with their swords.

In an instant, there were three more corpses on the ground, their bodies were severed at the waist, and the wounds were bleeding profusely.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, beheading a master of swordsmanship, top level, points + [-]!"