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Chapter 1952 My junior brother cant be so sincere(2/2)

Dugu Wudi said: "He is very smart and very dangerous."

Zhen Wudi thought for a while and affirmed: "You can go. No matter how precise Zhuang Gaoxian's layout is, he would never have expected that you are in Weicheng now. But..."

"but?"

Zhen Wudi waved: "Come here."

Dugu Wudi stepped forward.

"Have you paid attention to the Taixu Scroll recently?" Zhen Wudi said: "There are some very interesting tasks on it."

Dugu Wudi opened the Taixu Scroll, looked at it carefully, and asked in surprise: "Why are there so many tasks?"

"Did you find anything?" Zhen Wudi asked again.

"There are a lot of tasks."

"Gone?"

"Otherwise? There are thousands of tasks, do I still have to read them one by one?"

"...It's okay. Let's continue talking about Lin Zhengren."





The name of the Foreign Funeral Hall is simple and clear, it is the place where Shengguo received foreign envoys.

It occupies an extremely large area, and the houses are spread out, blending the styles of many countries in the world - after all, the Sheng Kingdom once thought that it was close to the Jing Kingdom, and had the extravagant dream of having a kingdom in the world and all nations coming to court.

One night and one day were enough for Jiang Wang to get a clear idea of ​​the situation in the funeral home.

Although Weidu is a master, even if he is assigned to a funeral parlor, it is impossible for him to place a real person there. Having a spiritual monk sitting in the center of the parlor is already a high standard.

At this time, the bright moon is in the sky, and frost is flowing between the houses.

The tall archway serves as the gateway to the entire funeral parlor complex and is built in a majestic manner.

On the plaque are the three characters "Waiyiguan" written by the previous emperor Shengcheng Emperor, like a phoenix with wings, fully showing the nobility of a great country.

The soldiers wearing strong armor in front of the archway are as solemn as a forest of steel, which is intimidating.

Jiang Wang was wearing ordinary military uniform and a mask he bought casually on the street. He simply walked over and walked into the funeral parlor.

A whole team of soldiers, no one was awake.

The placement of their sights was all controlled by Jiang Wang. The sounds they heard were all controlled by Jiang Wang.

When one has reached the level of Jiang Wang in cultivation, let alone a warrior in the Tenglong realm, it would be difficult for him to compete with him for the autonomy of his voice and sight, even if he waits for the gods to come.

He just walked around the funeral parlor like no one else, found the residence of Zhuang Guo's envoy team, and walked outside the room of envoy Lin Zhengren.

He has...heard Lin Zhengren's voice. It seemed like he was reciting a book?

Jiang Wang remembered it. He was reciting the Yujingshan preaching classic, "The Supreme Inner Scenery Sutra of Yuqing".

Unlike the Zixu Gaomiao Taishang Sutra, the fundamental Taoist scripture for spiritual practice, which only teaches the true teachings, the Taoist scriptures were originally written for the purpose of spreading Taoism, and the wider they are circulated, the better.

The Taoist disciples of Zhuang State certainly need to study this sutra.

Interesting.

Lin Zhengren studied tirelessly and went on missions to other countries without forgetting to study the classics?

Jiang Wang pushed open the door and entered, still distorting all his sight and sound.

Theoretically speaking, Lin Zhengren, who was just outside the building, shouldn't be able to detect anything unusual.

But Lin Zhengren's eyes still "looked" at it.

It was Sensen's eyes looking forward, with blood flowing out of the corners of his eyes and extending downwards.

Like the eyes of a ghost who died unjustly!

Of course Jiang Wang was not afraid of ghosts, he could even make them invisible, so he calmly raised his hand.

If he wants to kill Lin Zhengren today, he doesn't need to draw his sword at all. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can be killed with a snap of his fingers.

But Lin Zhengren suddenly shouted: "Senior Brother Jiang, don't do anything yet, you might as well listen to my quibbles!"

It has been a year since we last saw each other, and junior brothers have become senior brothers.

Jiang Wang was considered a man who had experienced many battles, so he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment before such a reaction.

"Can you see me?" he asked slightly surprised.

If the sight and sound controlled by him could be taken back by Lin Zhengren, then Lin Zhengren should not be so cultivated!

Lin Zhengren said: "I just know who will come to kill me."

He couldn't see Jiang Wang, and even in his field of vision, the door was still closed and there was no one in the room. He just sensed the danger, and then tried hard to look straight ahead with his ghost eyes.

Jiang Wang said "Oh" and pointed his sword, intending to give him a good pleasure.

Lin Zhengren shouted again: "I want to cooperate with you!"

Jiang Wang looked at him incomprehensibly: "Why do you think I can cooperate with you?"

"Why not?" Lin Zhengren also looked incredulous: "There was no grudge between you and me in the past, and there is no enmity recently between you and me. If we can benefit from both, why kill me in vain?"

Jiang Wang was silent for a moment, then said with complicated emotions: "Don't we have any grudges?"

Lin Zhengren asked sincerely: "I killed my whole family myself, what does it have to do with you?"
Chapter completed!
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