Chapter 253 The First Baturu of the Qing Dynasty! He Was Born with an Evil Spirit and Collided with Ziwei!

The next day, an old house in Lujia Village.

Li Muxuan woke up leisurely.

Looking around, he found that Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Jin, and Wu Gensheng were sleeping on a large bunk.

Lu Jin was still holding a scroll in his hand.

Seeing this, Li Muxuan instantly remembered what happened last night, and the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly.

Lord Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. There have been many battles in ancient times. At that moment, no matter what their pasts were or where they came from, the spirit in their chests came from the bottom of their hearts!

At that time Li Muxuan had only one idea.

Even if you don't realize what you want in the end, you still need to have a heroic spirit!

If you encounter injustice, you should uphold your true intentions.

Draw your sword and kill him!

As he recalled it, Li Muxuan felt that the fire in his chest was still warm, but he was not greedy for the taste.

Immediately start the Xuan Gong.

"Well"

After a while, Li Muxuan exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and then his eyes looked a little strange.

He found that in the Qi Mansion, most of the roots of the corpse had been cut off at this moment, and with the operation of the corpse-cutting method, the remaining roots were just a matter of water grinding.

"At this rate, Peng Zhi will be beheaded in another twenty days!"

Li Muxuan thought to himself, his eyes bright.

But compared to the joy of beheading the corpse, he was more curious about why this happened?

Is it just because of a drink?

But usually when I go out with Zhang Zhiwei and his junior brother, they will occasionally have a drink.

Immediately, Li Muxuan lowered his head and pondered.

"The middle corpse is a person's anger and liking for taste, which blocks the vitality of the Qi house, making the person less angry and more forgetful, irritable, dry, and restless."

"Perhaps it was because I entered a state of total selflessness, and even the thought of nothingness disappeared, and I returned to nature. Or maybe it was my innocent nature that led to this."

Just thinking about it.

A confused voice sounded.

"Brother, you're awake."

Lu Jin rubbed his eyes and kicked Zhang Zhiwei out of bed with his legs on his body.

"Ouch! Who kicked me!"

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly screamed in pain, touched his head and stood up. It was not that he was hit, but that he was a little dizzy due to his hangover from last night.

However, as a golden light flashed across his body, his expression quickly returned to normal.

At this time.

Wu Gensheng was awakened by the movement of the two of them.

Then, the three of them looked at each other, and then all looked at Li Muxuan, with an inexplicable smile on their faces.

"Old Li, I didn't expect that, with such heroic spirit, one sword can destroy everything." Zhang Zhiwei grinned, trying to help him recall the scene when he was drinking last night.

That's when.

Lu Jin's voice sounded together.

"Brother, don't worry, please look at this picture." As he said that, Lu Jin slowly unfolded the scroll by turning it upside down.

Several people looked around and saw a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The valleys on both sides were silent and deep. Li Muxuan was holding a jar of fine wine in his hand and drinking with the heroes in front of him.

It’s hard to say how good my painting skills are.

But the high spirits of the crowd and their energy in scolding Fang Qiu were clearly displayed.

"Nice painting."

Li Muxuan spoke in a natural tone.

He really felt that way, and as for recalling the scene at that time, it was nothing to him.

After all, he would definitely not do anything like walking birds under the moonlight.

"Hmm."

At this time, seeing that the other party's expression was as usual, Zhang Zhiwei's face showed a hint of narrow-mindedness.

Lu Jin also blinked and said with a smile: "Brother, in addition to this painting, Lao Lu also took photos. I guess they should have been developed by now."

Hearing this, Li Muxuan nodded and said calmly: "That's good. Remember to copy the photo when the time comes."

"It's a souvenir for everyone."

The words fell.

Zhang Zhiwei and others had strange expressions for a moment. Doesn't this guy not care at all?

Just thinking about it.

A dull voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Junior brother, I heard from them that you have told stories well these days, but some places are not detailed enough."

"During evening classes, Brother Wei will help you recall."

Finished.

Li Muxuan immediately left with his hands behind his back.

Let's have fun, let's make trouble, there's still business to be done.

As for the junior brother, it was definitely not because of what happened last night, but because he had ignored him for a few days and had become lax in his practice.

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Lu Jin's expression froze when he heard the evening class.

Subsequently. Looking for help, Zhang Zhiwei and Wu Gensheng looked at them, hoping that they could lend a helping hand.

Give your brother a hand.

After all, it wasn’t just me who was in trouble just now!

Zhang Zhiwei turned a blind eye to this and turned his head to look at Wu Gensheng: "Old Feng, I will take you around the village first, and later we will train the disciples of each sect together."

"practice?"

There is something unclear about being born without roots.

But I thought that I would have to fight the Japanese soon, and practice could keep me in the best condition and prevent my skills from becoming rusty.

So he nodded in agreement.

Immediately, the two of them walked towards the door together.

Lu Jin was left standing alone in the huge room. For some reason, he felt the surroundings were extremely cold.

at the same time.

In a small foreign-style building in Jinmen.

A young man wearing a suit and square-rimmed glasses sat in front of the desk.

A group of literati wearing long robes stood opposite.

"The Emperor must not be discouraged. Even if Zhang Shuai does not know how to repay the Emperor's kindness, we can still find another way."

"Hmph! What Zhang Shuai!"

The bespectacled young man snorted majestically, with an angry look on his eyebrows, "I used to be in the court, and I was just a front-line commander of a small patrol camp, not even a governor!"

"A slave among slaves!"

"Now that he is my son! He actually dares to directly insult me!"

"You say I'm just a toad with my skin peeled off!"

Speaking of which.

There was a look of deep resentment in the young man's eyes.

“If it weren’t for the fact that there were foreigners outside who were looking at us and there were thieves inside who were plotting rebellion, our Qing Dynasty would be at its peak of glory.

"How could the foundation be taken away so quickly?!"

"Now, I just want him to help me rebuild the Qing Dynasty, but these slaves! They steal my Qing Dynasty foundation for themselves, and even add insult to injury to the Holy One!"

"Hmph, just watch!"

"When one day I follow Guangwu's example and restore the Qing Dynasty, I will cut you all into pieces!"

At this moment, the young man clenched his fists angrily.

Different from others.

With the blood of Aixinjueluo flowing in his body, he should be born nobler than everyone else!

Not to mention, he is still the emperor of the Qing Dynasty! We inherit the destiny from above, shepherd the people from below, and are the common masters of the world! The only thing people in the world can do is kowtow in front of him! Either a slave or a slave!

If he wants to help the country, the slaves from various vassal towns should respectfully hand it over!

Between thoughts.

The hatred in the young man's eyes was even greater.

Immediately, he looked down at his newly appointed auxiliary minister and asked in a tone full of expectation.

"Mr. Tang, what do the Japanese say?"

"Will you help me regain the throne?"

"My slave congratulates the Emperor!"

Upon hearing the inquiry, the white-haired old man standing at the front of the team humbly knelt down and said: "The Japanese remember their deep friendship with me, the Qing Dynasty, in the past, and are willing to help."

"Send troops to help us defeat Zhang Ni and regain our ancestral land of the Qing Dynasty!"

"but."

"But what?"

When he heard about taking back his foundation, the young man's eyes lit up.

"But they have one request, that is, after the matter is completed, military aircraft and state affairs must discuss with them before making a decision."

"no problem!"

The young man agreed without thinking.

Just like a person who is about to drown, he must hold on tightly whenever there is a glimmer of hope.

As for military affairs and state affairs, if the Japanese really helped him retake the Northeast, they would be the benefactors of the Qing Dynasty. They were just discussing state affairs. As long as they wanted to, there was no harm in listening to them.

In short, he has returned to his position as the leader of the world!

The thought of this.

His whole body was suddenly excited.

It was at this time.

Mr. Tang’s voice sounded again.

"His Majesty."

"The Japanese have another problem. They learned that a group of practitioners intends to hinder His Majesty's restoration, so they want to ask Your Majesty to send someone to set up an ambush and catch them all!"

"Practitioner?"

The young man's brows frowned slightly.

As a member of the royal family, he has naturally dealt with this group of people and knows that their abilities are far beyond ordinary people.

And after hundreds of years of Qing Dynasty, he naturally had methods to deal with practitioners. Otherwise, how could the White Lotus Rebellion be quelled, and how could the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom be suppressed by the Qing court? !

Therefore.

What about practitioners?

Whoever dares to obstruct his restoration will be killed!

Immediately, the young man looked at Mr. Tang in front of him and said solemnly: "They are just evil heretics."

"Ask Amul to handle this matter. He is our number one Batulu in the Qing Dynasty! With him supervising this matter, there is no reason for failure! In addition, please invite Mr. Huo as well."

"Although he came from a humble background, he was a bit short-sighted. He advised me not to cooperate with the Japanese, and even lost his temper several times."

"But after all, he is my teacher, the Great Qing Shaobao!"

"Wei Chen obeys the order!"

Mr. Tang nodded heavily, joy flashing in his eyes.

He had surrendered to the Japanese early, otherwise he, a Han Chinese, would not have received any favor from the Qing court in the past.

Why follow the deposed emperor of the Qing Dynasty?

Does he have a bad temper?

Now, the little emperor is obsessed with restoration. Whether it is ridiculous or not is another matter, but he is a good chess piece.

As for why the Japanese attacked this group of practitioners, he didn't know. He only knew that these people blocked his glory and wealth, so they had to die here!

As for Amul, there are also Mr. Huo’s methods.

He had seen it before.

The ancestor of the former was Seng Gelinqin who was responsible for suppressing the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom in the past.

Serious golden bloodline!

Because of this, Amul was not only born with great strength, he could lift hundreds of kilograms of weight at the age of six, he was also proficient in bow and horse, and had extraordinary martial arts skills. He was invincible in the army by the age of twenty.

Now he is in his forties, and his cultivation level is even more unfathomable!

As for Mr. Nahuo.

He is the sixth generation grandmaster of the Baji Sect. His cultivation has reached the realm of transformation and he has entered the ranks of the top warriors in the world.

The two of them took action.

This operation will definitely not go wrong.

Between thoughts.

After Mr. Tang resigned, he quickly walked out of the room.

Instead of delivering the order first, he planned to go to the bank first to see if the money promised by the Japanese had arrived, and then go to deliver the order and let them find a way to deal with the matter.

Be sure to satisfy the Japanese!

At the same time, Lujia Village.

Naturally, Li Muxuan didn't know the plans of the Japanese and the decisions of the small Qing court.

In addition to healing people's injuries and giving evening classes to Lu Jin every day, he focused entirely on his practice. He chatted with the Immortal family several times and asked how the situation was in the Northeast.

But it is different from the scene where the storm is coming and the building is filled with wind.

At least on a secular level.

The Northeast is still peaceful now, and the actions of the Japanese did not cause any alarm.

Especially the young marshal who occupied the four provinces of Shanxi, Hebei, Chahar and Suiyuan, and the three cities of Ping, Tianjin and Qingdao, and stood at the peak of his life, seemed to be dividing the world with the south.

Although he was wary of the Japanese, his focus was still on negotiations with the south.

In this way, the days passed.

Soon it was time to set off.

There were about 120 people participating in this operation, so it was naturally impossible to set off together.

So after discussion, it was decided to set off in groups of five along different routes. If there were special circumstances, they would use the Wang family's letter paper to contact each other, so that they would be close and convenient for support.

Nothing unexpected happened.

Li Muxuan and his men naturally gathered together, and Lu Ren was also included.

Originally, they thought that the five strongest young people would be separated.

But Li Muxuan felt that.

Since the Japanese may have guessed that this side would take action, it would be better to gather together and play an open card instead of dispersing the personnel.

This can divert most of the other party's attention.

As for the danger.

No matter how long the Japanese army and navy are, due to political influence, they can only jump around Lushun, and at most send out their lackeys to obstruct.

And if they do so.

Li Muxuan will just wipe them out!

That's it.

The five people followed the established route, without deliberately disguising themselves, and swaggered towards Tianjin.

A few days later, on the busy streets of Tianjin.

"Boss, give me five sets of pancakes."

"Add all the ingredients!"

Lu Jin stretched out five fingers proudly.

The two people behind him were wearing Taoist robes, one blue and one white, while Lu Jia and Wu Gensheng were wearing ordinary training clothes.

This combination of several people might attract curious eyes in other places, but it is very common in Tianjin. If you take a casual walk on the street, you can see many monks, Taoists, and Jianghu artists wearing strange costumes.

Of course, the most are martial artists.

After all, Tianjin's status in the north is equivalent to Songhu in the south.

Just like water flows to the lower place.

People naturally go to places where there is more power and wealth.

While thinking.

After paying the money, Lu Jin took the pancakes handed over by the store owner and turned to look at the few people.

"Brother, try it quickly. This is the authentic one from Tianjin. I ate it once when I was a child. It tastes good." As he said, he distributed the pancakes in his hand to the few people, and then asked: "When will the ship that picks us up come?"

"Tomorrow."

Li Muxuan took a bite of the pancake.

The few people just arrived in Tianjin this morning. The whole journey was calm and nothing happened.

It was as if the Japanese didn't know them at all.

In this regard, Li Muxuan felt a little pity. It was not that he was murderous, but the more the Japanese were patient, the longer this battle would last. After all, he didn't have the ability to destroy the enemy with a thought.

The world is so big, even with the help of the Tang Sect, it would be a very troublesome thing to find the hidden cards buried by the Japanese.

Just thinking.

A tall and thin old Taoist walked towards the few people.

Then he suddenly stopped, looked at the few people, pinched his fingers, and said solemnly: "My friends, I am Yu Zhenzi, the 35th generation descendant of the Pure Yang Immortal Master."

"I am proficient in physiognomy and fortune-telling."

"I just saw a group of black air condensed in the brows of several people, so I told you a fortune."

"The result is a very bad omen!"

"If I am right, you should come from the south and prepare to go north, but please listen to my advice. You are destined to be evil and bump into Ziwei. You will have a disaster on this trip, which happens to be in the north, and you will die."

"It is better to leave quickly, don't go your own way, otherwise you may lose your life in vain!"

The old Taoist's voice was extremely serious.

As if it was true.

Seeing this, Li Muxuan was calm and said lightly: "I also know some physiognomy."

"Do you and the people behind you want to listen?"

"Ah?"

The old Taoist was stunned.